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Monica whipped her head around and saw a woman whom she had never met standing there.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I was looking for the bathroom." Monica sighed a sigh of relief and began giggling.

"What?" Chandler watched her anxiously as she began to laugh hysterically.

"I thought it was Ross...or Joey or my parents, and that would have been bad," she explained. "I guess the laughing is the relief of it all. I really couldn't handle my mother chastising me for kissing the pot-smoking, self-esteeming destroying, boy-who-hates-Thanksgiving." Chandler couldn't really see the humor in it, but gave her a smile. Then he replayed her words in his head.

"Whoa, wait, I get the self-esteem and Thanksgiving thing, but I don't smoke pot! I never have," he said defensively.

"Oh, well, Ross told my parents that it was you that was smoking and not him, and so on top of all the things that you did to me, well more important than the things that you did to me was that you made their precious son do something bad," she emphasized the word precious to signify that her relationship with her mother was not all that she wanted it to be.

"Oh great," he moaned to himself.

"We should stay apart tonight. Maybe for the rest of the trip, we can go on a date when we get back to New York. What do you think?" Her eyes begged him to agree and understand.

"That's sounds perfect," he informed he.

"Thank you," she said sincerely and kissed him again. "We better get back out there." He nodded, but he really wasn't planning on moving just yet. "I'm serious, we have to go out there or else Ross or Joey will come looking for me again." He finally groaned and let go of her and she kissed his cheek and slipped out into the crowded room. Joey ambushed her as soon as he saw her.

"Listen," he said pulling her to the side. "We have a crisis." She looked at him in surprise. She hadn't even known that he knew what a crisis was. Joey was not known to be the sharpest crayon in the box.

"What's the matter Joey?" Monica asked.

"It's Rachel," he whispered glancing to the woman next to them helping herself to a drink. "Phoebe called and said that she got on a plane to come here to tell Ross exactly how she feels." Monica sighed and slapped her hand to her forehead.

"We can't let her," she insisted.

"I know that!" Joey raised his voice startling the older woman.

"Lover's quarrel," he covered and pulled Monica away.

"So what do we do?" Monica asked.

"That's your job! You're the brains of this operation, I'm just the pretty face," Joey told her and Monica shook her head.

"Listen," Monica said. "She'll have to get a room, or more than likely stay in my room. I'll take care of it."

"Okay," Joey said relieved that the weight of this was off his shoulders.

"I'll stay for the toast and then fake sick and head up to my room and wait for her." Monica and Joey went and found their seats and waited for the appropriate time for the toasts. Joey went first because he was the best man.

"A toast to bread, for without bread there can be no toast!" He began and Monica closed her eyes. It would be a long toast. After he was finished she made her way over to Ross and Emily.

"I'm still not feeling well, maybe it was more than just jetlag," she lied. "I'm going to sleep it off so that I can feel better for the wedding tomorrow."

"Oh, Monica, do feel better," Emily said and gave her soon-to-be sister-in-law a hug.

"Mon, get some rest," Ross said giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You do look pale." Monica offered him a small smile and slipped out of the restaurant. Chandler saw her leave and went to find Ross for an explanation.

"Where'd your sister go?"

"She didn't feel very good," Ross explained. "She went back to her room." Chandler nodded and glanced worriedly at the door. He wondered if it had anything to do with him. He was way off target with that one.

Monica stepped out of the elevator and sure enough saw her friend waiting by her door.

"Monica!" Rachel cried and ran to her best friend.

"Rachel, what are you doing here?" Monica asked and let her friend fall into her arms.

"I have to tell him what I feel for him," Rachel said. Monica sighed and let go to open the door.

"Are you sure that you want to do that?" She asked.

"Positive," Rachel said. "I think he needs to know all the facts in order to make a good decision."

"But Rachel," Monica said gently sitting her best friend on the bed. "You had your chance with him honey. That train already left the station, you leaped off." Rachel began to cry and Monica hugged her again.

"So you don't think that I should go tell him?" Monica shook her head. "Or go to the wedding?" Monica shook her head again. "You think I should go home?" Monica nodded. "Oh you're right. I should have never come here. It was stupid. I was stupid."

"No honey, you were just looking for love in all the wrong places. You panicked when you realized he would be married when he got home. It's okay. I understand."

"I never should have introduced them!" Rachel wailed falling back onto the bed. This time Monica giggled and fell next to her.

"No, that probably wasn't the brightest thing in the world to do," she agreed and hugged her friend again.

Chandler found the light to Monica's room on that night and he heard giggling from inside. What was she doing? Was she with another man? He knew that it was too good to be true. He raised his hand to knock on the door and then stopped.

"I guess I should go home," he heard a woman say.

"Rachel," he heard Monica. "You're more than welcome to stay here until after the wedding, but you can't come to the wedding."

"I know, I know. Maybe I will stay. We can go sight-seeing."

"That would be fun, I should go tell Joey that you're here and that you're not going to cause any damage at the wedding," he heard her approach the door and before he could hide she had stepped out into the hallway.

"Hi," he said sheepishly.

"Chandler? What are you doing here?"

"Ross said that you were sick, I wanted to make sure that you were okay."

"I'm fine, um, my friend Rachel ended up coming and we had to stop her...and it's a long story...and I'm...."

"So you're fine?"

"Perfect," she told him and then kissed him.

"Monica?"

"Hmm?"

"Goodnight," he said. She smiled back at him.

"Goodnight Chandler," she replied. "I'll see you tomorrow at the wedding."

"Okay," he told her, but he didn't move.

" I need to find Joey, you need to go to bed," she gave him a kiss again that made his knees feel weak and then skipped to Joey's door and waved goodbye. He sighed to himself. What was she doing to him? He was the commitment-phobic that dated no one for more than two weeks, now he had met her two days before and was now fearing that he would have to admit to those three most terrifying words in the English language? She was right, London was getting to him. He punched the button on the elevator and stepped inside. Life was crazy, he decided.

Chandler kept glancing at her throughout the wedding. She was beautiful. How did he end up with her? It didn't seem quite right to him, but he wasn't complaining. Pay attention to the wedding, he told himself.

"Repeat after me, I Ross," the priest said.

"I Ross," Ross said smiling at Emily.

"Take thee Emily."

"Take thee Emily." The priest and Ross continued their game back and forth until it was Emily's turn. She looked at Ross and then at the guests.

"I can't." Everyone gasped, including Monica whose bouquet of roses fell to her sides with her arms. "I'm sorry, Ross. I can't do this. I can't get married." She gave Ross a kiss on the cheek and whispered something into his ear that no one else could hear and then gathered her dress in her hands and ran out of the chapel. Ross put his head in his hands and sank down to the ground. Joey and Monica rushed over to him and kneeled next to him.

"Ross? Honey? Are you okay?" Monica asked sincerely.

"I think that I want to be alone," he replied and got to his feet and exited through a side door and disappeared.

"Well, we didn't have to worry about Rachel after all," Joey remarked and Monica sighed and gave him a look. Chandler hurried over to Monica.

"Where'd Ross go?"

"He said that he needed to be alone," she said. She saw her parents hurrying towards the three of them and grabbed both Chandler and Joey. "Get me out of here please." Both men nodded and Chandler pulled her through the crowd with Joey right at her heels.

"Now what?" Chandler asked once they were outside.

"Now we go get incredibly drunk," Monica replied.

"All right," Joey said smiling. "That's what I'm talking about." Monica giggled and the three of them went to find a bar still in their tuxes and bridesmaid dress. Monica led the way inside and hopped onto a stool, being careful of her dress.

"What is it?" The bartender asked. "Early Halloween?"

"Why do you say that?" Monica asked.

"Because we have a bride over there," he pointed to a dark-haired woman hunched over on a stool wearing, sure enough, a wedding gown. "This isn't the type of place to be wearing those outfits normally." He looked over at Chandler and Joey in their tuxes.

"Not Halloween," Chandler said. "Just a wedding from Hell."

"Emily," Monica said under her breath. She told the boys that she would be right back and made her way over and hopped onto the stool next to the weeping bride. Emily sniffled and looked up.

"Monica! Did they send you to find me?"

"No," Monica answered. "We came here to get drunk."

"Is Ross with you?" Emily asked stiffening.

"No, he wanted to be alone."

"I'm sorry, Monica....I just couldn't go through with it. I just thought of my future and I couldn't see us staying together. I couldn't see us being happy. I panicked." She panicked, Monica thought. This just confirmed her theory that her and Chandler should take it slowly.

"Did you ever think of I don't know, telling him this before your wedding day?" Monica couldn't help the sarcasm that crept into her voice.

"I know," was all Emily said and then called to the bartender for another drink to drown her sorrows. Chandler watched as Monica sighed and made her way back to where he and Joey were sitting. Joey was hysterical, as it turned out, but Chandler's favorite topic at that point was Monica. What was her favorite restaurant? Where did she like to shop? Pet peeves? And he was trying to do this subtly so that Joey wouldn't catch on. He actually didn't really have to worry that much, because it seemed to him Joey rarely ever caught on to anything. But he seemed like a nice guy and a good friend. Chandler didn't have many of those, but was happy that Monica did. Monica. She sat back down.

"She's sorry," Monica reported and sighed and dropped her head into her hands. "And I want to get incredibly drunk." She held up her hand for a drink and smiled at Chandler before she downed it. He laughed and then joined her.

"Get her back to her room," Chandler instructed Joey. While Monica had continued to down the Manhattans that she was ordering, Joey and Chandler had taken it slowly. Or at least, more so than her. It was also very apparent that Monica could not hold her liquor in any sort of way. She was smashed.

"I will," Joey said shifting Monica so that she was completely leaning on him. "I'll take care of her." Joey felt odd saying this. After all, Monica was his friend not this Chandler's. But the way that he was looking at her was definitely friendly. Actually more than friendly. Joey would have to keep an eye on him. Monica had been hurt enough to last a lifetime, Joey would protect her and make sure that this guy wouldn't hurt her like her past boyfriends had. But something in his eyes made Joey think that he would never hurt Monica, at least not on purpose.

"Goodnight," Chandler said to Joey. "Night Monica." She lifted her head in response and then giggled.

"Come on," Joey said and pulled her towards the elevator and pressed the up button. They got in the elevator and Chandler watched until the doors were shut before heading off towards his room in the other side of the hotel. Joey finally had enough and very easily lifted Monica into his arms and down the hall to her room. He found her key and opened the door and gasped when he saw who was in there.

"Rachel?" He looked at the woman in the bed. She pulled the covers tightly around herself.

"What's the wrong with Monica?" She asked concernedly about her friend in Joey's arms.

"She's drunk, the bigger question is what's wrong with you?" He asked looking from Rachel and then to the person that the next question was posed to. "Ross! What are you doing?" Ross shrugged sheepishly.

"It's not his fault," Rachel was quick to defend. "He was looking for Monica and I was here and...."

"I was depressed and lonely and...."

"She left him...."

"I didn't think...."

"It's really no....."

"I was lonely...."

"We're sorry," they finished together. Joey shook his head.

"Well," he said. "Get out of Monica's bed, she needs to sleep." Rachel and Ross both nodded and scrambled out of the bed and gathered their clothes as Joey went to lay Monica down. "On second thought, she probably won't want to sleep here until the sheets are cleaned. She can have my room." He walked through the door into the adjoining room and laid his friend down and closed the door to the other room leaving Ross and Rachel half-naked and guilty.

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