Hey, WOW…thanks for all the nice reviews! Thanks to everyone who said they're fans of all my fics…made me feel all nice and loved! Hehehe.

Anyway, here's a quick update, cos my friend stood me up tonight! I don't think he's girlfriend trusts or likes me…So here it is, please keep the reviews coming…I love them all!

Enjoy!

Trusting Her

"Uh, well…umm…" Her Dad stuttered, not sure what to say.

"Hi, I'm Chandler Bing…" He said, causing everyone to look at him, not realising he had come back.

Dr Green smiled slightly, appreciating what he had just done. Both Sandra and he were sad about Chandler leaving their house all those years ago but they still hadn't changed their minds about their daughters finding out.

"Nice to meet you, Chandler…" He stepped forward, hold out his hand.

Chandler stared at him for a moment, part of him wanted to turn and run out the door, never wanting to see them again but something inside him stopped him. He reached out shook his hand before doing the same with Sandra.

"Okay, lets eat…" Chandler said, trying to sound normal. "I'm starving."

"Hey, isn't that Joey's line…" Monica joked as they all moved to sit down.

Chandler reminded silent whilst they ate, occasionally looking up catching one of their eyes before looking away quickly.

"So, how's working going, Daddy?" Rachel asked.

Her questioned caused to Chandler to look up quickly. Daddy… Oh god, Rachel was his sister… Rachel Green…the girl his best friend had a crush on…the spoilt girl they all helped when she moved into the city…oh god…

"Chandler, you okay?" Monica, who was sat next to him asked.

"Uh, yeah…I'm fine…" He replied quickly.

"You sure?" She continued, making everyone stop talking and look at them. "You've gone pale."

"Yeah, man…" Joey added, concerned. "You're shaking too…"

"I'm just tired…. Maybe I should go lie down or something…" He stumbled to get out of his chair, knocking it to the floor.

"You going to be okay?" Monica stood up, grabbing his arm gently.

"Yeah, yeah…I'll be fine…" He stuttered. "Uh, I'll cya you later…"

"What was that about?" Ross questioned, once he had left.

"I don't know…" Monica frowned. "I'm going to go and check on him…."

"Okay, let us know if you need us or anything…" Joey said before she left.

Monica walked straight into the guys' apartment, stopping in the doorway when she saw Chandler downing a bottle of beer.

"I thought you were ill…" She commented, closing the door behind her.

"I'm fine…" He mumbled, placing the bottle down.

"Like I believe that…" She rolled her eyes, taking the empty bottle off the side and throwing it into the trash. "Chandler, something freaked you out in there…"

"It's nothing, Mon…really..."

"Chandler!"

"I don't want to talk about it…" He looked down.

"It will make you feel better…" She said softly, placing a concerning hand on his shoulder.

He let out a small laugh. "I doubt it…"

"Well, why don't you just try and see…" She suggested.

"It's just family stuff…it's not interesting…"

"No, don't do this Chandler!"

"Do what?" He frowned.

"Act as if it doesn't matter…ever since I've known you, you've always acted as if your problems are insignificant to everyone else's…" She took his hand and led him over to the couch, forcing him to sit down. "You've always listened to me talk about my family… its my turn now…"

"Its just… oh god, everything is a mess…" He sighed loudly, putting his head in his hands. "I thought, I was over it…. I really did…"

"Over what?"

He looked up at her, wondering if he should tell her. She was right about him, never talking but he wasn't good at it…. He hardly ever talk about what he was feeling…maybe now was a good time to start.

"Okay, if I tell you this…. You can't tell anyone, okay…no one!" He started.

"Okay, I promise, I won't…"

"Okay…" He hesitated slightly before continuing. "Okay…my Mom…she uh… she…she can't have children…"

"She can't have children?" She repeated, frowning in confusion. "But what…what about…"

"I was adopted…" He cut in, looking down, knowing what she was going say.

"Adopt…Oh…" She stared at him, stunned. "Oh god, did you just find out? Is that why you were acting weird?"

"No…" He shook his head. "I've known since I was 18..."

"Oh…" She said quietly. "Chandler, I don't know what to say…I'm sorry…"

"It's okay…" He shrugged.

"How come you freaked out?" She asked. "I mean, if you've known all this time, why tonight…"

He froze, not knowing what to say…. He couldn't tell her the truth, not yet.

"I uh…I don't know.." He answered. "I guessing something just reminded me…"

"Like what?"

"I don't know.." He avoided her eyes. "Just something…I guess…"

"Oh…" She replied, not sure whether to believe him or not.

"I don't want anyone else to know, okay…" He said again. "I only told you, because I trust you the most…so please, don't tell anyone."

She smiled when he said he trusted her. "I promised you, I wouldn't didn't I…"

"Yeah…" He said quietly. "Thanks…"

"No problem…" She took his hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. They sat in silence for a few minutes; Monica wasn't sure whether he wanted to talk about anymore or not. "So…uh…do you know who they are…. you're real parents… "

"My real parents? My real parents are the ones who brought me up…"

"Oh yeah, right…sorry…" She said quickly. "I meant your birth parents…"

"Yeah…I've meet them…" He nodded, staring straight ahead. "Before my Mom told me, she phoned to warn them…they agreed to meet with me."

"You have?" She looked surprised. "Well, are you still in contact?"

"No, it wouldn't work…"

"How do you know that?"

"Because they've got other kids, now…I've got parents.." He told her. "Why mess with that?"

"Other kids?" She said, looking at him. "You've got brothers and sisters?"

"Sisters…" He corrected her. "I think…"

"You think?"

"Well, they gave me away…"

"But don't you want to get to know them?" She asked. "I can understand you being mad at them for giving you away but they're your sisters…"

"They wouldn't want to know…" He looked down.

"I would!"

"Mon, its just…I can't…" He sighed. "I can't do that to my parents."

"They would understand…"

He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, not saying anything.

"Is this why you're not close to them?" She questioned. "Is this why you don't talk to them much."

He took kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath, trying to keep hold of his emotion. "I always thought, my Dad knew he was gay but refused to admit because he was ashamed…then one day he couldn't do it anymore so he left…"

Monica stayed silent, not wanting to say anything that would make him stopped. He never talked about his Dad with her before.

"But after I found out…My Mom…she told me, they were never a couple…they were best friends, though….he knew he could never have children because of who he was…and she couldn't have them either…" He opened his eyes and turned to look at her. "They were friends with my birth parents and when they found out that they didn't want me…they decided to adopt me…"

His voice trailed off, fighting to stop tears from filling his eyes. He never cried, he never allowed himself to…When he was a kid he used to get picked on and whenever he would cry, they would tease him…calling him a sissy…saying he was just like his Dad… he didn't want to be like his Dad…. So ever since he refused to cry.

"When he left I hated him for abounding us, thinking he never really want either of us…he just wanted a cover…" He managed to continue. "Then I found out the truth…and I hated him even more…"

"Why?" She asked quietly, re-taking his hand.

"I don't know…" He whispered, looking down at their joined hands. "I think…I think it was because I felt like he got bored with me…like I was some toy that he really wanted one minute then didn't the next."

"I'm sure it wasn't like that…"

"I know…I know it wasn't…" He shook his head. "I pushed him away, all these years I pushed him away and when I realised that this man gave up his whole life for me not just because he was forced to nor because it was the right thing to do…but because he chose to…he chose me… they could have had any baby they wanted but they chose me…but its too late now…"

"No, no it's not to late…" She told him. "He's still your father…"

"Yeah…"

"I know you haven't been the closest the past few years…but he still sends you birthday cards and stuff at Christmas, doesn't he…" She pointed out. "He's still interested…."

"Yeah, I guess, you're right…" He replied. "Thanks, Mon…"

"No problem…" She put her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you for trusting me…"

He didn't say anything back, instead just smiled.

TBC

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