I'll Be There For You

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, but I do wish that I did.

Okay, so this takes place around the end of season two. Monica has just broken up with Richard (but no one knows), R+R are going out, and all the others are single. This is a weird, C+M idea that I have had for a while now. I have no idea where it came from; it's just been there for a while. So I decided to put myself out of my misery, and inflict pain on all of you out there. I know that this isn't much of a story, but bear with me. It may get better.

Monica sat on her bed, crying. She knew that she had decided to break up with Richard, and that she had a very good reason why, but it still wasn't easy. She had liked Richard, hell, she'd loved him.

"Monica?" Rachel called through the door. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine," Monica called, trying to choke back her sobs.

"Oh," Rachel replied. "Well, Ross and I are going down to Central Perk. Joey's meeting us there – wanna come?"

"Oh, uh, no, thanks," Monica told her. "I-I have a cold." Rachel didn't even know that she had broken up with Richard.

"See ya," Rachel called out, merrily. Monica just stared at the door, and started to cry again.

After about an hour, "Knock-knock!" called out a friendly voice. "Mon, are you in here?"

"Uh-huh," Monica sniffed. "Just a second…" She got up and left her bedroom. "Chandler, hi," she said to him.

"Are you all right, Monica?" asked Chandler, worried. She shook her head, and he held out his arms. "Oh, honey," he sighed. "You've been so distant the past few days, what's wrong? Is it Richard? Or work?"

"I-It's Richard." She felt safe in Chandler's arms. "I-we split up."

"Oh, Mon, why?" The question was inevitable. Monica had to answer it, but she didn't want to. Chandler would start to call Richard names, and Monica would have to say that he didn't know, and then… Chandler was looking at her, so she spoke.

"Okay, right, here's the deal," she choked out. "I'm pregnant. No, Richard doesn't know, but he doesn't want kids, and don't call him names, and I'm not calling him because I know how he feels about that, and to be honest, maybe I didn't love him so much as I thought anyway…"

"Monica, slow down," he coaxed. "Right, then. You're pregnant?" She nodded. "And it's Richard's right?" She nodded again, angry this time. "Ok, I just needed to know that. What are you going to do – you are gonna keep it, right?" She nodded, unable to speak. "Oh, Monica."

"I couldn't tell Rachel," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry!"

"Monica, why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for." Chandler sighed, and held her close. "Monica, are you sure you're not going to tell Richard?"

"No, I can't. And besides, he's probably forgotten all about me." She knew, in her heart, that he hadn't. She wanted to tell Richard. She wanted to be with Richard again. But he didn't want children – and that meant she would have to kill the tiny new life inside of her. And that was something she was not prepared to do.

"Monica?" She looked up. "Have you told anyone?"

"No." That was that. No explanation, nothing. He didn't need one, though. "Chandler?"

"Yes?"

"Will you help me with this?" Her lip quivered, her eyes filled, ready to let fall the flow of tears that had readily come for several days.

"With what?" He had to be certain about what she meant.

"Help me raise the baby, help me with pregnancy, labour, baby clothes, whatever," she whispered. "I can't do it by myself. And Joey and Pheebs won't want to help, not really, and it would be weird doing it with my brother and his girlfriend. You're the only one I can ask."

"You need to ask?" he enquired. "Of course I will. I want to help you with everything." He held her tighter, stopping when she pulled away.

"Not to be mean, but this can't be good for the baby," she told him.

"Oh, sorry," he whispered, letting go. He sat down on the sofa. "Come on, pregnant women need their rest. Oh – and food! You've hardly eaten for the past few days. Here, I'll get you a sandwich." He got up and busied himself in the kitchen, after making sure that Monica was seated. As he brought the sandwich over to her, she smiled up at him.

"Chandler? Thanks."

Okay, please review this. I know that it was awful, but this is what happens when you coop me up in a foreign country and give me nothing to do. The produce of a bored mind is still there, months later.

Oh, and don't say to write a longer one next time – this will be continued.