Sooo, fourth chapter is done. I'm sorry this took so long but I rewrote this so many times. I'm still not completely happy with it but it's good enough. Plus, I didn't think I'd ever be completely happy with it so I figured I'd just post it. Anyways, if you're keeping with the timeline of the show then you know what's about to happen. I'm so predictable haha. Okay, let me know what you thought of the chapter and what you think/what you want to happen next.

And thank you to all the reviews I got last chapter. You guys make me smile. Enough rambling, on with the story…


"Hey," Rachel chorused entering her apartment. She wasn't sure who was there but she knew someone was bound to be, Monica was always the host. Even when she wasn't home. Even when they were stuck with the small apartment. Chandler, who was sitting on the couch, turned to face her.

"Hi," he smiled standing up.

"Anyone else here?" She questioned quickly taking a step towards him.

"Nope." He met her halfway, taking one large step and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Monica should be home soon though." He added quickly pulling her into a kiss.

"Mmm, so how was your day?"

"Oh the usual, y'know, I'm changing my name and on a side note, Ross's new girlfriend is a lesbian." Rachel furrowed her brow.

"You're changing your name?" She asked first, figuring she'd deal with the Emily being a lesbian thing later.

"Chandler Bing, seriously Rach, my parents hated me. I have a terrible first and last name!" He exclaimed angrily running a hand through his hair.

"What about middle name?" She smirked hoping she could get it out of him if she caught him off guard.

"Oh no no no no, my middle name is even worse than my first and last name combined. God, my parents hated me." He repeated collapsing on the couch. Rachel followed him and placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. "So, am I a Mark or a John?" He said suddenly breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?"

"Should I be a Mark Johnson or John Markson?"

"What about a Chandler Bing?" He shook his head quickly turning to face her.

"No, I am sick of being held back by name! All my life I have been plagued by my name and I'm sick of it! Sick of it!"

"Chandler, sweetie, I think it's too late to change your name. Besides, Chandler is a great name okay?"

"Yeah," he mumbled unconvincingly.

"So, anyways, what's this about Emily being a lesbian?"

"Oh yeah, who cares about Chandler's problems when there's lesbians involved?" He muttered glaring at the floor.

"Honey, I don't think you have a problem that's actually solvable."

"Is solvable a word?" He questioned absentmindedly playing with Rachel's fingers.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"Eventually, but I could use some help to make me feel better…" He smiled and leaned closer to her.

"Didn't you say Monica was going to be home soon?"

"My apartment's empty, Joey's out for the night."

"Mmm let's go," she mumbled against his lips getting up from the couch.


"I have to leave." Rachel grumbled into Chandler's pillow.

"No, you don't. Just stay here."

"It's 11 o'clock and I haven't been home yet. And no one's seen you yet. Don't you think that's suspicious?"

"I don't care." He mumbled childishly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I'm borrowing your shirt by the way." She said over her shoulder as she slipped on Chandler's shirt over her jeans. "Monica's going to be in her room but if she doesn't hear me come home soon, she's going to get worried. Bye," she said sending him one last smile before crossing the apartment and going back into her own.

"Hah!" Phoebe yelled jumping up from her spot on the couch.

"Ohmigod! Pheebs! What the hell are you doing?" Rachel asked gripping the handle of the door tightly.

"I knew it! You're dating Chandler!" Rachel's heart started racing. How the hell did she know that?

"N-n-no, no I'm not." She stuttered avoiding looking at Phoebe.

"Yea-huh, you're wearing his shirt. Plus you guys were all making lovey eyes at each other over breakfast this morning. You're totally doing it." Rachel shook her head again walking toward her bedroom. "So, is he good?" She suppressed a smile and turned to face Phoebe.

"Night Pheebs."

"No, come on Rachel! I am pregnant with triplets for my brother. I'm doing a wonderful selfless thing so, you should do a wonderful selfless thing and tell me what's going on with you and Chandler."

"You are so not allowed to use that." Rachel accused pointing a finger at Phoebe.

"You're even talking like him now!"

"I am not dating Chandler."

"Except you are," Phoebe smiled leaning back into the couch. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Rachel turned around in the doorway to face Phoebe and gave her a thankful smile.

"We'll tell everyone soon." Phoebe raised an eyebrow and Rachel paused before answering. "We'll tell everyone eventually."

"What are you guys worried about?" Rachel gave Phoebe a look that said she should know exactly what they were worried about. "Oh right, Ross. Well, he has a girlfriend."

"Yeah but we didn't break up that long ago and Chandler is his best friend. I mean, if Ross started dating you, I think I'd care." She shrugged taking a seat next to Phoebe on the couch.

"Okay no," she shook her head. "I don't think Ross would care, he and Emily are pretty serious."

"Pheebs, it's Ross. The rules always matter to him. All he's going to say is that it's breaking guy code. He's incapable of seeing someone else's side of the situation."

"Oh, kinda like the whole 'we were on a break' thing?" Rachel rolled her eyes and then nodded.

"Anyways, I'm tired." She said getting up.

"From all the sex with Chandler?"

"Goodnight," she closed her door and fell onto her bed with a sigh. She hated keeping this secret, especially from Monica and Phoebe. Although it wasn't technically a secret from Phoebe anymore, she still didn't like not telling Monica. Monica was her best friend, she went to Monica when she needed guy advice. What was she going to do when Chandler freaked out about something? It would inevitably happen. After all, it was Chandler. Not that she didn't trust him or she didn't think it was going to work out, because she did. It was just that she couldn't go to Monica if things did go wrong, which she wasn't used to. As she finally drifted off to sleep all she could think of was Chandler. And that scared her, because that meant she was getting attached. She couldn't actually form the thought of 'falling in love' in her mind. But she did know that the last guy she had felt like this about was Ross. And she didn't think she even felt that much for Ross, at least not so fast. That thought scared her even more because she never wanted to be hurt like that again.


"I have something that's gonna make you happy." Rachel sang entering the guys' (formerly her) apartment, with Monica following closely behind her.

"Oh really?" Chandler asked suggestively, a smirk playing across his features, which quickly dropped when he noticed Monica. "What is it?"

"Where's Joey?" Monica asked looking around the apartment.

"Still sleeping."

"It's one o'clock?" Rachel glanced at the clock behind Chandler's head as Monica walked toward Joey's door.

"Joey, wake up!" She yelled banging on the door several times. Joey came out several minutes later, rubbing the last remnants of sleep out his eyes.

"Jeeze Monica, what's your problem?"

"Rachel has something that's gonna make us happy." Chandler explained and glanced at Rachel a small smile still on his face.

"Yeah baby!" Joey yelled fist pumping the air. Rachel grimaced and shook her head.

"No, Joey, no. My mom got my dad's Knicks season tickets in the divorce. I thought maybe you guys would want them…" Rachel suggested handing them to the guys.

"Dude! These are practically courtside!" Chandler exclaimed.

"But…" Monica trailed off interrupting the celebration and urging Rachel to continue.

"You can only have them if you give us our apartment back." The boys stopped jumping up and down and turned toward Rachel.

"That is evil." Chandler said pointing a finger at Rachel accusingly.

"Yes yes yes!" Joey yelled, just wanting the Knicks tickets.

"No!"

"Chandler, I have three words for you: courtside Knicks tickets." Joey explained holding a finger up at each word.

"And I have one word for you; no! We can't go back to the small apartment after living here. Haven't you ever read Flowers for Algernon?"

"Well yeah, but this is the Knicks!"

"Screw the Knicks!" Chandler yelled and Joey gasped.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

"I didn't mean that!" He said holding his hands up defensively. "I just meant the apartment is worth so much more."

"Last chance, boys, or me and Monica are going to go to the game tonight." Rachel smiled flashing the tickets.

"C'mon Chandler, please." Joey begged.

"No!" Chandler said putting his foot down. "This is so not an even trade."

"Alright, alright, what if you could keep the apartment and get the tickets?" Rachel suggested.

"You mean, like a bet?" Chandler asked intrigued.

"Yeah, we'll both pick a card. High card gets all." Chandler looked at Joey who nodded and they agreed.

"Okay, we'll do it." They both picked a card, the guys ending up with the high card. Monica stormed out of the apartment angrily with Phoebe following closely behind.

"We won! We won! We won!" Chandler and Joey yelled doing their victory dances.

"This is not over." Rachel glared.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get ready for the Knicks game tonight." Joey smiled heading toward the shower.

"No sex for you tonight." Rachel said once Joey was safely in the shower.

"What? Why?"

"You took my Knicks tickets and my apartment." She pouted and Chandler walked over to her.

"I'm sorry, I'll take you to a game if you want."

"No! I want my apartment back. Your apartment sucks."

"Well, I do have your old room. You can stay there if you want." He smiled. "I'll even give you drawer space." She laughed and shook her head.

"Wow, you know if this whole relationship wasn't a secret I might take you up on that. I believe you just went through the tunnel, Chandler."

"I did, didn't I? And I didn't freak out. I went through the tunnel and I didn't freak out." He smiled widely. "I didn't freak out!" He said again this time louder and with his signature 'Chandler dance' to go with it.

"No, but now you're kind of freaking me out…"

"Sorry," he flashed her a smile. "So, are you going to come over after the game?"

"I already told you, no sex. You took my apartment." She said poking him in the chest.

"Actually, you lost your apartment…" He trailed off with a smirk. "But come on, Rach! I just went through the tunnel, we have to celebrate!"

"When your room, becomes my room again then we can celebrate."

"We can't have sex until I give you your apartment?" Rachel nodded and crossed her arms. "Okay, if I did give you your apartment how would you tell Monica you got it back? By withholding sex?"

"I don't know. I'll figure it out. Please," she pouted looking up at him with the puppy dog face.

"No no no, that face won't work on me. Sorry. Joey and I have to leave in, like, twenty minutes. But I don't want to leave with you mad at me."

"So, you're giving us the apartment back?" She asked hopefully but Chandler shook his head.

"Nope, I'm just going to have to deal with you being mad. See you later, Rach." He kissed her quickly on the cheek.

"You suck," she mumbled turning toward the door.

"You love me." He joked.

"Maybe," she shrugged smiling slightly thinking over what Chandler just said. Did she love him? She knew that he meant love in a friendly way, but she was starting to think maybe she loved him in the real way. The 'in love' kind of way. She shook her head and walked out the door. She wasn't falling in love with Chandler, better yet she didn't want to let herself fall in love with Chandler. She sighed and went back to her apartment. She was not falling in love with Chandler. There was no way. She ignored the thought and walked into her apartment sitting down next to Phoebe who was still trying to calm down Monica after losing the apartment a second time.