Well, here goes. This story is based on the turn of one event instead of a series of events. This is based on if the church during Ross and Emily's wedding was not knocked down. At first, you'll probably say 'great, you'll probably make Ross and Emily live happily ever after, the end', or not whatever, but if you did, that isn't true at all. This event is enough to trigger a series of events leading up to the conclusion. I won't tell you the story line, for it will be revealed during the story. I'll also reveal what has been going on with the characters. If this were a regular season, I'd say that it was tenth season. Some may call this a romance fic. While others may call it an action fic. And others who have no idea about my story will say it sucks. I will let you decide.
DISCLAIMER: If I said I owned them, would it make much of a difference?
"Chandler's story"
Chandler watched the bus roll away into the fog. The autumn breeze blew his jacket open and the cold rushed to his body. He quickly reached around his jacket to embrace himself in the warmth once again. He looked into the distance. Nothing. Just complete fog. He stealthily walked across the street and onto the patch of grass that laid on the other side. The hint of winter still crunched beneath his shoes as he ran up to a small shack at the end of the grass.
He walked up the wooden steps that creaked beneath him as he walked onto the porch. He lifted one hand up in the air and balled his fist. He thrust his fist forward blindly searching to find the solid door. His fist hit the door hard. He pulled his hand away hurt. He waited.
No reply.
Was this the right house? He wasn't able to see with the immense amount of fog. Maybe he passed it. Where was the address label? A click interrupted his thoughts.
A door opened revealing the inside of a home. Chandler quickly stepped inside to prevent from exposing himself to the cold much longer.
The inside of the house was like what he remembered, only the sand was gone. He could now actually the white linoleum tiling on the ground, which shined as he stepped soundlessly. The wood seemed to be polished and the walls now had beautiful paintings on them.
"Chandler!" A dark-haired man shouted joyously as he leapt onto his friend. "Man, where have you been?"
"I've been on the moon." Chandler said sarcastically. "Yes, and I've brought you all back moon rocks. We believe they once sustained a water substance, but we aren't quite sure." With that comment, two women entered the room. Upon noticing Chandler, they sped at him full speed.
"Oh, my god, Chandler! Where were you?" The blonde woman asked.
"He was on the moon." The dark-haired man said, less sarcastically.
"I was joking, Joe." Chandler rolled his eyes.
"We're so glad to see you finally came back from Milwaukee…" The other woman came up and hugged Chandler.
"Milwaukee?" The man named Joey asked quizzically. "Oh…no, Rach. Not Milwaukee, Milky Way. Chandler was on the moon."
"Well then where are our moon rocks?" The woman held out her hand.
Chandler laughed and pushed her hand back. "I left them in my other jacket. So where's everybody else?" He paused to notice that two people were missing. "I see it's the Geller bunch."
"Yeah, they're with their parents. They should be here any minute. They should have been here yesterday, but I guess they just couldn't stay away from Florida. Too bad, we have lovely beaches here, too." The blonde woman informed.
"Yes, the sand just flies into your jacket. It's so beautiful, it strains my eyes just to see four feet down the beach." Chandler smiled. He missed his friends so much.
"Well, it's great to see you still have your sense of humor all this time." The girl named Rachel said as she walked over to a chair and sat down. The others followed and did the same. "So…tell us what you've been up to for the last year."
"Well, um, I've been working." Chandler said as he got up to get a beer. "Not much of a difference." He sat down again and popped the tab on his beer. "It's like I haven't even moved, except for the fact that…I have." Chandler shrugged.
Things were so different without his friends. Without them, he was just Chandler, the workaholic. He never had time to make friends because everybody stereotyped him from the beginning. They said he looked like the 'Big Boss Man' that everyone was afraid of. Not wanting to let them down, that's the way he acted. He worked everyday, straight through lunch from six in the morning to twelve at night. He never had time to date. Just work, all the time.
It all started when he stayed up all night, the night before the meeting. Some may say, if it's before a meeting, why you don't just go to sleep early? He would of, only that he was too worried. The next day rolled around and he was just drop-dead tired. And that's when the idea of moving to Tulsa came into view at work. His boss asked, he was sub-conscious, he said yes. He had nothing to keep him from moving, so he did. Soon, he was doing one way trips to cities all over the US. Columbus, Seattle, Atlanta, Boston, and even to Houston, just to name a few. He moved almost every month, obeying company procedures. Now he finally earned his well deserved vacation for three weeks.
"So that's it? You don't miss us at all?" The blonde hair woman asked a bit shocked.
"Of course I miss you, Pheebs. I miss all of you." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's why I came back. If I didn't miss you guys, I'd probably be in LA talking about numbers and chart-thingies." He chugged his beer. It tasted so good in his mouth.
He never had time for fun. No bars, no strip clubs, no women. It sucked, he admitted, but it was a job. Nobody loved their job. That's why he relied on beer to bring back some of his fun. Apart from being just a workaholic, he was a smoker and some might even say he was an alcoholic. He didn't though. He just called it 'easing up his mind a bit'. Beer. Nice, cold beer. The bitter taste lingered in his throat. He was aching for a smoke the whole time, but a beer would have to suffice. No way could he let his friends know that he began smoking, again.
"Geez, Chandler, just chug the whole thing!" Rachel joked. Chandler took the beer from his mouth.
He got lost in the strong taste and began to drift off. If he wasn't careful, one chug would become one beer, which would become two beers, which would become a gallon. The next thing he knew, he would be unconscious on the floor…again. Chicago. The windy city, Chicago. Where you can't catch a cab in the rain, Chicago. How he hated that word. He came there for work and left there for the hospital. He never told his friends, but he went to the hospital because of alcohol overdose. He would've gone into a coma if it wasn't for the dog that needed to go one more time before his owner went to sleep. He was rushed to the hospital and two weeks later he was out and back on his feet. Someone had recommended for him to go into rehab, but he refused and continued working furiously to catch up with lost work.
"Sorry, I'm just really thirsty." Chandler gulped. "So when are the Gellar's going to arrive?" With that, the door burst open and four people rushed inside. The other four turned around in their seat to see who it was.
It was Ross, Monica, Emily, and another man he didn't recognize.
"Hey you guys! You're here!" Phoebe rushed to get their coats. "What kept you guys?"
Rain swept inside, bringing sand and water into the room. Monica struggled to quickly close the door.
"What does it look like?"