Hiya people! I started on this one strait away. I'm in a really good mood right now coz a really fit boy on the bus chatted me up this morning. Anyway please read and review. These reviews really make my day! Oh and I've sorted out that thing that wouldn't let annominous people to review. You are now all free to do so. Thanx.

They pulled apart and stared at each other. There was a moment's pause before they leapt at each other again. Phoebe was pushed down on to the couch. Their tongues explored each other's mouths and their hands searched everywhere. Phoebe unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands all over his naked chest.

She groaned slightly as their hips started to grind together. This brought Chandler back to reality and he realised that he'd been just venting all his frustration and upset on Phoebe. The way he used to on unfamiliar women in pubs after a break-up. He knew this wasn't right. It didn't feel right. He wanted the warmth and love of Monica, not meaningless sex, and never with his best friend.

He pulled away quickly and stood up. Phoebe sat up and looked at him. She knew this wasn't right too. He wasn't just her best friend, he was her best friends husband as well.

'Sorry. I-I didn't mean. this is-isn't. I'd better go.' He stammered and got his coat and left. Phoebe got up. She knew it would be best to avoid him for a couple of days but he couldn't be left alone in that drunken state of self-pity and hatred.

Chandler had gotten outside and lent against the building wall. His head was spinning and he felt nauseous. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around. Not surprisingly it was Phoebe. He was about to say something when she spoke.

'Chandler. It's important that you talk to Monica. Tell her all the things that you told me ok?' she didn't get a response. 'You should. Believe me. Don't tell her about this though. It was just a mistake. A result of all your caged in emotions okay?' Chandler looked at her. This made sense to him. He nodded and pulled her in to a friendly hug.

'Thanks Phoebes. I'm sorry about what I did.' He said in a whisper. She gave him a smile that told him it was okay and he was forgiven so he continued. I guess your right; I should talk to Monica.'

'Well you're welcome honey. I'll take you home now. You're in no state to be on your own right now.' They both smiled and stared walking. Phoebe started giggling. Chandler stared at her as if to say 'What?'

'You might want to do your shirt up' Chandler looked down and saw that his shirt was indeed undone. He blushed slightly and buttoned it up. 'Have you been working out?' she said, raising one eyebrow.

'Well actually I have,' he said almost shyly. 'Another way of relieving stress.'

'Ahh, babe.' Phoebe said, linking her arm through his as they walked through the city.

Rachel sat in Monicas' kitchen going over what her friend had told her earlier that day. Monica was still feeling the after effect of the miscarriage and didn't want to be pregnant again in case it happened again. To make sure she didn't get pregnant she wouldn't let Chandler anywhere near her. Chandler didn't know any of this, she guessed, and so must be confused at his wife's distinceness. 'Yeah, this'll be easy to sort out.' She thought.

Her cell phone ringing interrupted her thoughts

'Hey Rach it's me.' Came Ross' voice from the other end of the phone. 'You said you were just going out shopping with Mon, where are you?' it was just then that Rachel noticed how late it was.

'Sorry honey. Yeah, we did go shopping but Monica got upset when we got home and I didn't think it was good to leave her like this so I've stayed with her in case she wanted to talk. I was going to stay until Chandler got home but he's not here yet.'

At that moment Phoebe and Chandler stumbled through the door. 'Honey! Im home!' Chandler mumbled drunkenly.

'Ok they're here now.' Rachel said and hung up the phone. 'Phoebe, what the hell happened to him? He's hammered.'

'Well he's upset; I didn't notice how much he was drinking. At least I got him home. He almost collapsed around a block away.' Phoebe replied. 'Maybe I should leave all this to Joey, he's stronger.'

Monica was woken up from all the banging Chandler was making getting some water from the fridge.

'Is he drunk?' She asked coldly to Phoebe and Rachel. They nodded and Monica sighed hevily. 'Fine he's sleeping on the couch.' She said coldly and walked back to the bedroom. Phoebe and Rachel looked at each other.

'You kno what?' Chandler slurred. 'I'm gunna sleep.' And then he passed out on the kitchen floor. Just at that moment Joey come in the door.

'Hey Chandler?' he said, then noticed him on the floor. 'Woah what happened?' he asked.

'Drunk, depressed, not a good mix.' Phoebe said. She and Joey carried Chandler to the couch and laid him down.

'Well saves me having to ask him out drinking.' Joey said, he motioned for them to go out to the hall. When they were all out there he asked 'Why exactly is he depressed?'

'He's upset about the miscarriage and Monica isn't really communicating with him.' Phoebe said at the same time as Rachel said:

'Monica's scared of having sex with Chandler and won't speak to him.'

'Well.' Joey responded. 'You know those two have real bad communication problems.' Phoebe looked between Rachel and Joey, the tension was becoming unbearable.

'Just like you two then.' She said and walked down the hall.



The next morning~*~*~*

Rachels' cell phone rang.

'Ugh, hello?' she answered groggily. She didn't feel right. Like she hadn't slept much.

'Rachel! Where are you?' Ross' voice came down the phone. Rachel looked around her. Oh no! She thought. This couldn't be happening. She was in Joeys' room, in Joeys' bed, naked.

'Um I stayed the night over Monicas' um. I'll be right home.' She said hurriedly and hung up the phone.

She quickly got dressed and left Joeys' apartment. She decided to stop in at Monica and Chandlers to see if they were awake. She opened the door.

Chandler wasn't o the couch. In fact neither of them were in the apartment. Rachel frowned. She decided to worry about that later and headed off down the hall to face Ross and the situation she had landed herself in.



Sorry, sorry sorry sorry it didn't mean to take that long. Thanks to my best friend Bernice for reminding me about it. Please review coz it'll inspire me to write. Thanks people for reading anyway!!! (