If You're Gone

Ever have one of those days where you just repeatedly humiliate yourself? Like you think that what just happened has to be the most embarrassing thing that could possibly happen and then you turn around and fall flat on your face so it just adds to it? Yeah, happened today. So anywho, enough of my boring life, here's the fic. It's kinda confusing, but don't give up on me now, the next chapter will explain stuff. So please read and review, kay? Kay

Chandler took a deep breath, looking around the now empty apartment. The apartment where so much had happened. The apartment which held so many memories.

And he was leaving.

He'd loved her, and that was why he couldn't stay there. Staying there, in that apartment, in that city was just giving him false hope. He just couldn't move on if he stayed there, and he was tired of living in the past.

Chandler sighed, picking up his last bag from the ground. "Ready to go, Steph?" he asked, holding his hand out to her, and she just nodded, "Then let's get outta here."

~*~

Phoebe laughed, picking up her glass and tapping it with a spoon as she cleared her throat, "Okay. First I'd just like to say congratulations to you guys, you're finally engaged, something some of us were starting to question if was ever going to happen," she paused and grinned to show that she was only kidding, "and second, I'd like to say that I would make an awesome maid of honor."

~*~

"I'm sorry, sir," she smiled, apologetically at him, "but this flight has been delayed two hours."

"Two hours?" Chandler asked, after finally getting to the airport. Traffic had been tied up and they'd barely made it there by the time their flight was supposed to take off.

"Yes, there's been some pretty bad storms all across the east coast and it's delaying a lot of the flights."

Chandler sighed, running his hand through his hair, "Thanks anyway," he mumbled.

~*~

Joey grinned and stood up, "My turn now. First of all, congratulations! I love both of you, and, by the way, would also make an awesome best man, but I am so happy for both of you, you really deserve this. I really don't know what else to say, but that I can only hope that someday I'll find someone who makes me as happy as you two make each other…"

~*~

"So, you're saying that you lost my luggage," Chandler sighed.

"Not exactly lost, sir. We know where it is, it's in Toronto."

Chandler sighed again, "Well then maybe you can tell me why me luggage is in Toronto when I'm clearly not."

"I'm sorry, this sort of thing happens all the time really. We'll have your luggage on the next plane here."

Chandler looked down at his watch, "Well it's almost what, 10 here? I'm not waiting here all night for it."

"Well then I'll just have someone bring it to you when it gets here," he said, picking up Chandler's sarcasm.

"That'd be great, thanks," Chandler replied, dryly.

"You can pick it up tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, thanks, that really helps me tonight," Chandler said sarcastically, turning away from him.

~*~

Monica smiled, unlocking her door. That night had been great, beyond great, actually. But she couldn't shake the fact that there was just something that wasn't right, that something was missing.

She just sighed, hanging her coat up on the hook before going to her room.

~*~

What do you mean next Friday?" Chandler asked through gritted teeth, his patience running thin.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bing, but the apartment won't be ready until the 22nd."

"Which is next Friday…"

"That's correct."

Chandler sighed; someone really didn't want him there. This couldn't all be coincidence, something wanted him to go back. Something was telling him that this had all been a bad idea.

"You said the 15th over the phone."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know why I would've told you the 15th when the apartment wasn't going to be ready till the 22nd," the man snapped back.

"Well, that's too bad," Chandler turned to walk away, "Oh, all my stuff's gonna get here sometime in the next two days, you can just put it in storage."

The man sighed, "Wait. Do you have a place to stay?"

Chandler paused, he hadn't even thought of that. Of course, he could always…no he couldn't. He hadn't seen her in years. "Yeah, I'll find someplace," he turned back around. "I was serious about my stuff though."

"I can put it in storage for you until Friday."

"Thank you," Chandler smiled at him before walking outside, where it was now pouring.

He knew where he could stay.

~*~

Monica walked out of her room, wearing her pajamas. She jumped slightly as the thunder crashed and a flash of lighting lit up the room.

She walked over to the window, watching the rain pounding down on the streets.

Rain.

It was so depressing; she hated rain. Grey and gloomy. She'd actually always hated storms. When she was little, she'd been scared to death of storms. Now, she wasn't really scared, she just didn't like it.

~*~

Chandler stood outside the door. He could do this. He could knock.

All he had to do was knock…

~*~

Monica sat on the bench by the window, continuing to watch the storm and what now looked like hail.

Monica jumped again, but this time not because of the storm. She got up to answer the door, wondering who it could be and what they could possibly want at almost midnight.

She opened the door and gasped, the person on the other side being the one she'd least expected.

"Chandler."

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Yeah, that was sooooo short, sorry bout that, and sorry if it was confusing at all…but I seriously know what I'm doing. Really. I do. Why are you looking at me like that, I really know what I'm doing!!! Ummm, sorry : ) please review