Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate it. Before I go on I just wanted to say I've had this idea for like half a year, and it's nothing more than this little story I make up in my head before I go to sleep, and it had changed so many times I have no idea how it's going to end. I'm not going to lie; I'm a sucker for the drama so it may not have a happy end.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters… yet.

3 seconds from falling.

Why today?

Of all the days before him and Monica got together, why did he wake up today, February 8 of 1996?

He needed a clue, anything to trigger the memories and make him understand his purpose, because whatever, or whoever put him in there, wanted him to do something that couldn't be done any other time.

I had fun with you last night – That was Rachel's voice, coming closer from the hall , followed by the sound of a wet kiss. They stopped walking for a moment, now facing each other.

Me too, I wish I didn't have to work today - And that was Ross, confirming his suspicions – But I'll make up for it I promise, tonight I'll take you out to a romantic dinner… and maybe later…- He made a suggestive noise accompanied with a smirk.

So they were still together, maybe this was the clue he needed, but for how long? They had been together for almost a year the first time, a lot of things happen in the course of a year.

He couldn't help but notice they sounded so calm and loving, "they'll never guess what's coming" thought Chandler, still eavesdropping. Then something occurred to him; now that he new what was going to happen, he could prevent Ross from making the worst mistake of his life, cheating on Rachel. They would stay together and do things the right way.

Oh shot! I promised Monica I'd be her waitress today, she's really exited about her catering busi- Ross interrupted her with another kiss. – Ok, I'll get out of it – she said between kisses.

Monica's catering business. He had totally forgotten about that. Oh yeah, He knew this part, now Phoebe would take Rachel's place as a waitress. That wasn't that relevant was it? So what else happened that day that was too important to miss? This was starting to feel like a detective movie.

He didn't know why but all this thinking was making him hungry, so he made his way to the only place with enough food to feed a Joey. Monica and his apartment, which wasn't his anymore… he had to keep remembering himself that. And the fact that his wife wasn't his wife anymore was something he was putting a lot of effort into not thinking about.

-Hello children- He greeted, trying to sound like his old self. He had definitely changed through the years; he became more mature and confident, to the point that it was obvious even to himself.

Oh, Chandler, it's so good you're here – Phoebe said from her spot at the kitchen table – I've been looking for you all morning.

Well, I'm certainly not on your cereal bowl, so…- She just ignored his comment and went on.

Anyway, Joey said something about having a surprise for you, and told me not to let you go there till it's ready so, you have to stay here.

A surprise, huh? – what could it be? A meatball sub, a ticket to the Knicks, it could be old, stinky undies for all he cared. How was he supposed to remember what exactly happened that day? His thoughts were interrupted once again, for the umpteenth time today.

Ok, I have everything ready for tonight, I only need to buy a few drinks and…-she looked up from the list she was holding - where the hell is my waitress? She was supposed to be here at nine for orientation-

Monica calm down, I'm sure she'll be here any minute - Phoebe said - Or maybe not – she changed her mind, suddenly remembering the recent events.

Oh this is just great! I'm here taking making sure everything's perfect while she's… playing tonsil hockey with my brother- she threw her hands in the air and let herself fall on the couch.

Come on Monica, cut her some slacks, it's only been a day since they got together, you more than anyone should be happy for them –

I am happy for them. You're right Phoebe, I can talk to her later, she doesn't need an orientation class from me- She gave up, getting up, defeated, yet wearing a smile.

God, she was adorable. How did he not fall for her before was out of his mind. He always saw her as this beautiful woman who lived across the hall, who also happened to be her best friend's sister, and who was way out of his league. And somehow, over the years, all those things he found annoying about her at first, slowly became those things he loved the most about her. And she was the reason why he was there, at this moment in time, trying to fulfill his promise, a promise he had made to himself, for all the times he had seen her heartbroken.

He promised he would never be the reason of her tears. Last night he had been it. This was his chance to fix it, that's what he couldn't allow his feelings to get in the way. After all, this wasn't even the beginning if it, the hardest part would come later, when he had to let her go.

This is really important to me, that's why I need every little detail to be perfect, It's for this friend of my father's , and if everything goes well he will recommend me to another doctor who's having a party next week, can you believe it? They're paying me big bucks! Big bucks! – She repeated cheerfully.

A friend of my father's

The words echoed in his head and he felt a lump form in his throat. That's why he was here, now. It was obvious from the start, he almost felt stupid for not considering the possibility. Of course, who else would be the perfect match for Monica other than the love of her life, the person she was meant to be with from the beginning?

"stop torturing yourself" he thought "you know she loved you more than she loved him, she even told you that". He frowned, it was as if he had the voices of an angel an a devil stuck on his head trying to drive him crazy.

But then he realized, there was no point in thinking about it. Because she didn't love him anymore, and she never would. And sooner more than later she would fall deeply, madly, head over heels in love with Richard.

Chandler, you're not gonna believe what I got us!- Joey stormed into the girl's apartment and grabbed chandler by the arm - Now, you need to close your eyes before you get in, I want it to be a surprise.

''Oh, I'm having a Déjà-vu" he suddenly remembered what was going to happen next.

Ok- As if he didn't know what it was

-Alright, no peeking. No peeking, no peeking, no peeking!- he insisted

-Alright, alright, but you better be wearing clothes when I open my eyes-

So, of all the elegant places in the city, why would you bring me to see the Swing Kings on our first serious date?-

I wanted to see you in a short backless dress- she smiled at his sincerity –now, I see it's not backless, which is why I'm a little disappointed- that comment made his arm the receiving end of a playful smack.

No, but seriously, why?-

I saw them in this commercial, and I thought they were kind of cool, please don't judge me –

It was only a day ago since he had gathered the courage to ask her out, sure they had been doing it like rabbits for a month now, but a date implied something much more serious, which required a certain level of commitment. And he was ready, he really really liked her. To be honest, he had this huge crush on her that didn't seem to fade. The sex was amazing, the talking was amazing, hell, the whole thing just felt right.

Are you taking me to the dance floor or what? – And there it was again, that smile he couldn't resist. He took her hand and led her closer to the stage.

Neither of them had any idea of what they were doing, but God if it wasn't fun.

-You're terrible at this - she said between laughs.

- Look who's talking, you've stepped on my shoes four times –

-I did it on purpose the last two times- she replied with an evil smirk

-Oh yeah? – He pulled her closer with one quick motion, their hips touching – now you won't anymore.

-This is kind of hot- this woman couldn't get enough, this was supposed to be a romantic date and she was already horny. Luckily, as soon as the fast song finished it was replaced by a much slower one, setting the mood he'd originally wanted.

Her lips lingered on his for a second, and then she rested her head on his shoulders, her hips still moving at the rhythm of the music. He buried his face on her hair, smelling her shampoo, then placing his hands around her tiny waist. This was perfection. How did she do, what did she do to make him feel this way? To make him feel jealous of all the men who had ever touched her, kissed her, made love to her, danced with her. How he wished she was his and only his. She ran her fingers through his hair, causing him to smile like an idiot, an idiot he loved being.

He kissed her hair and caressed her back until the song was over. Then they parted, never releasing the other's hand, and looked deeply into each other's eyes, letting the wave of emotions that had been building up from the beginning of the night, explode into a slow, never-ending kiss, neither of them said a word, instead they sat back down and continued making out, hand intertwined, for what seemed like hours. He knew he was in trouble, there was no turning back.

There were no words on the way home, only their hands kept them together, refusing to let go.

So, that was the second chapter, it didn't come out quite as I expected, but Oh well, I'm a self proclaimed lazy person. About the chapter, gotta hate the random flashback, but I've always wanted to write that scene (cheeesy). Now that you know where this story is going (cough* Richard *cough) I hope you're ready for the angst. NTR NTR NTR.