A/N: So FictionWriter91 and FriendsEnthusiast stories inspire me to write this one, and of course it will take a different route, so here I am posting the first chapter. Set after Season 7 when Chandler and Monica just got married. After that the story is going on his own road. Hope you like it. Please Read and Review!

Chapter 1

Apartment 20

It was a rather cold snowy day outside in New York Manhattan. It's been this weather for almost two weeks now with non-stop snowing. You could perfectly hear how the naked trees whistle from far away. In apartment 20, Chandler was busy watching football in the living room as his favourite team was playing. He cursed them wildly for each time they made a mistake, he didn't like if they made a stupid mistake costing them points they could have had. Monica was preparing dinner, but she got an unexpected phone call earlier and went to the bedroom as she didn't want to disturb Chandler and his game. He gets rather annoyed if he can't focus all his attention on the game. He enjoyed watching football in the evenings after a hard day of work. Monica tried to watch with him quite a few times, but she eventually gets bored after like fifteen minutes and then decided to clean the house or to prepare dinner or run her errands.

It was twenty five minutes into the game and his team was winning. He cheered them on, clapping his hands together and enjoying the football game. He wished he was there, but he couldn't get off work early enough to drive over to see the game in person since it was in another state after all. Suddenly, Monica came out of the bedroom looking horrified as she held the phone in her hand upside down. Chandler immediately jolted up from his seat, examining his wife's appearance.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked not liking the look of this already. Monica had tears in her eyes that ruined her mascara badly. He embraced his wife into his arms as she let out a sob. He hated seeing her like this, he practically couldn't stand seeing her unhappy or mad or even disappointed. She cuddled deeper into his embrace, letting out a deep breathe into his shirt. She liked the scent that Chandler had, it was always so sweet and muscular at the same time. She always felt better when she took the scent in a little.

"It's Ross," she finally cried out, exhaling another sob out.

"Wha… what about him?" Chandler choked as he tensed up, his whole mouth went dry all of a sudden. He knew this wasn't good, he just had this feeling this would mess him up also. Monica let go of the embrace looking Chandler straight into his eyes. She gulped, she hated giving bad news to people. She hated seeing people sad about something or someone. Ross is Chandler's best friend and Monica knew that this is going to hit him hard no matter how hard he will try to hide his emotions.

"He's been in a car accident," tears still escaping her eyes. Chandler gasped with his hand over his mouth. His eyes went wide as he felt his whole body went into shock. His heartbeat began to beat rapidly fast, his mind went blank for a few seconds processing the news that Monica just told him. Then his mind was racing with questions. When? How? Where? Is he okay? Is it bad? He hated when he didn't have the answers to his own questions. He wanted to see Ross.

"What happened? Is he okay?" Chandler mumbled looking down on his wife. He wanted answers. Monica looked horrified with the news, as if her whole world had crumbled into millions of pieces at once. Ross was practically her best friend since childhood, she always had him in her life and he always have been there for her no matter what.

"I… I don't know exactly what happened, the hospital di… didn't say much. All what the lady could tell me over the… the phone is that he lost control of the vehicle and hit a tree very hard. He smashed his head pretty hard and he has a few broken bones so far. They still busy with him to see if there is any physical or mental damage," Monica clenched her fists starting to panic. "We… we must get to the hospital," Monica breathed, starting to look for her keys. She dashed into the kitchen and living room, throwing pillows on the ground bumping into every furniture piece they had. It was perfectly clear that she wasn't herself at all.

"Where's my damn keys?" she hopelessly cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. Chandler just watched his wife in shock. He never saw her like this and he didn't like the sight at all. It was totally upsetting for him. In his mind he prayed, he desperately hoped Ross was okay and that there were no other physical or mental damage. He has to be okay, Chandler couldn't stand the thought of losing his best friend. Ross was his only best friend since high school, Joey was his best friend too, but he only came later in his life. Having the thought of losing Ross terrified Chandler badly. He couldn't believe this was happening, one minute he was enjoying watching football, the next thing Monica came out of the room stating Ross has been in a car accident. Chandler snapped back into reality as he saw his wife still looking for the keys.

"Didn't you left the keys in the bedroom?" Chandler half asked, half reminded Monica as he scratched the back of his head. He swore he saw the keys on one of the nightstands, but he couldn't remember which one exactly. Monica sighed, clearly annoyed with herself. She rushed to the bedroom almost tripping over her own feet on the way. Chandler sighed, running his hand through his hair still processing the tragic news, clearly expecting the worst possible outcome. Car accidents is no joke and no-one must ever take it lightly. It's one of the most tragic ways to die because it can happen at any given time and it can be over in seconds. It happened to Ross, his best friend. He hated the fact that it happened to him. Monica came out of the room with the keys in her hands. Chandler followed her out of the apartment grabbing his wallet on the way out. Monica closed the door behind them, but struggled to lock the door as she couldn't get the key into the lock. Her hands were shaking severely, her knees were trembling from fear from worrying about Ross.

"Honey, calm down. We're not in the Amazing Race," Chandler joked trying to lift up the tension, but immediately regretted it when he saw Monica's death glare. If looks could kill, he would be dead by now. But she ease her glare as she knew Chandler meant only good from his jokes. She took a deep cleansing breath closing her eyes for a second before putting back the key in the lock successfully locking it.

"You okay?"

Monica sighed and nodded. "I'll be as soon as I see my brother. Let's go," she commanded, practically running down the stairs with Chandler right behind her trying to keep up. Almost halfway down he was already out of breath, seeking for air desperately, but he knew he couldn't slow down a bit. He wanted to get to the hospital as fast as possible. The stairs felt like an eternity for him, but they eventually got outside as a cold wind struck them sending shivers throughout their bodies. There was no cab in sight. The roads were covered in snow, but not too much not be able to drive.

Chandler grunted throwing his hands up in the air. "Where the damn cabs of this city, there are so many when I'm stuck in traffic in the morning, but now there's none?" he questioned himself.

"We have to take the Porsche then," Monica said. "I know the road is icy, but we have to get to Ross. We don't have a choice," Monica shrugged. Chandler didn't like the idea of driving in snow, but he understood the situation and he didn't want to let Monica or himself down. He just nodded his head and they went over to the parking garage. They walked through the entrance, revealing the grey Porsche which Monica's Dad gave to her since all her childhood memories were destroy by water damage. Monica froze when she got to the driver's door. Chandler saw and knew she wasn't capable of driving.

"Do you want me to drive?" Chandler offered even though he didn't like the idea of driving in snowy condition himself, but he couldn't let Monica drive in her condition. Monica gave a half smile handing the keys over to Chandler. She climbed into the passenger side of the Porsche while Chandler into the driver's side. Chandler buckled himself up before putting the keys into the ignition. He waited a couple of seconds before starting the car which immediately came to life. Chandler revved the Porsche to 2000RPM to warm up the car before driving off.

"Rachel!" Monica suddenly realised. "We have to tell her what happened," Monica shifted her position to Chandler. "And the other two," she added on searching for her phone.

"Do you think it's a good idea to tell Rachel?" Chandler asked. "I mean, you know what happened last."

"Yeah, but if we don't tell her, she would never forgive us," Monica said still searching for her phone. "I think I left it in the apartment," she sighed into her seat. Chandler quickly took out his, handing it over to his wife.

"Use mine," he said. Monica gracefully took it going into his contacts. She scrolled down to Rachel's name, but froze when she got to it. Her heart sank to her stomach as she stared at the phone which made Chandler uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Something on my phone that you don't like?"

"No, it's not that," Monica shook her head. "I can't tell Rachel," she admitted. There was this pit in her stomach that was starting to grow in her throat as well. She swallowed it down looking over to Chandler.

"Do you want me to tell her?" Chandler softly asked. Monica nodded her hand giving the phone back to him. He had to do it for her, seeing Monica like this broke his heart. He dialled Rachel's number, putting it against his ear. He bit his lip while the phone rang. He honestly didn't know how she's going to take the news.

"Rachel," he breathed as she answered the phone. "We have some bad news," Chandler said resting his head against the headrest of the car.

"What is it?"

"It's Ross… he has been in an accident."

Ralph Lauren Rachel's Office

Rachel kicked off her shoes after a long day of work at Ralph Lauren. She had two meetings with the staff, along with a presentation for new women's wear. She was practically running up and down the whole day in heels. Her feet ache from the pain. She sighed from relieve when she sat on her chair ready to go home.

"Oh this feels good," she breathed. She stretched her feet out yawning in the process. Suddenly her phone rang in her purse. She grunted grabbing her purse, digging through it for her phone. She got in and answered.

"Rachel," she heard Chandler breath. "We have some bad news." Rachel froze in her seat. She didn't like the sound of his voice. Bad news is never good.

"What is it?" she asked carefully clenching the phone against her ear sitting straight up.

"It's Ross… he has been in an accident." She let go of the phone dropping it to the ground. She heard Chandler's voice through the speaker, but didn't pick it right up. Her mind was focused on Ross

"No, no, no, nononono," she chanted starting to pace her office. "Oh God, this isn't happening," she rubbed her temples. She has to get to the hospital. She grabbed her purse and off she went to the hospital.

1 hour before

Ross POV

Before I even knew it, my foot was pressed against the floor to run the light, but instead of going in a straight line, the car skidded sideways on the road with tyres screaming to be stopped. I slammed my feet against the brakes and clutch, trying to control the car, but due to the bad road condition the car struggled to gain control again. Everything around me went in slow motion, I clenched my hands against the steering wheel waiting for the impact to happen. The car hit the side kerb, lifting the wheels up into the air. The car was on two wheels, but only for a split second before the car tipped over. The car rolled several times, treating me like a beanbag, crushing and destroying everything until it all just stopped against a tree. My body was in pain, but it fade away as everything just went black.

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