A/N: I wrote this like a long time ago, when I didn't have my net connection, but I think that now is the right time to post this. I noticed that the reviews have dropped, did I do something wrong. Anyway just let me know. I proudly present to you Agent Sparks!

Chapter 7: Life After Death

14th June

It's officially been a whole month since Chandler left America, for good. He couldn't help but think that Monica and his friends would have already received the new of his death. He hoped that all of them bought this charade and they didn't go digging into his death because if they did, then they too would get roped into the agency and then the agency would have them killed. He didn't want any of that.

Chandler felt tired. He had been felling that way for about a month. A month without Monica. He truly missed her. He couldn't get her out of his head. He tried because that's the way to keep her safe but he couldn't let her escape from his thoughts.

He hadn't seen her picture or even heard her voice, he knew how the agency worked and he couldn't risk her life.

Form the past month he had been training all day, gaining back his fitness, he needed it. He had been going to the gym all month. He was fitter than he had ever been in his whole life. His dietician had shifted him to a vegan diet to help him lose those pounds. Everything he ate tasted awful, probably because it wasn't Monica's food. He really missed her. He missed her so much that he couldn't help but think of the last time he was here in London with her.

Flashback

"So, big deal! The guy was hammered!"

"Chandler did you even hear him? Me? Ross's mom?"

I went closer to Monica and started rubbing her shoulders hopping that it would calm her down. But Monica thought otherwise and steered us to the direction of the bar.

"Hey! Mon you already had two drinks, don't you think that that's enough?"

"I am a single mother and I deserve a drink on the day of my son's wedding"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that one. I mean Monica is the sexiest woman here, why can't she just understand that? Why does she care about a stranger's opinion over mine, especially a drunk one? She's beautiful and smart, any guy would be lucky to have her.

Monica took a seat at one of the bar stools and I sat beside her. I ordered a scotch on the rocks with a twist for both of us.

"Chandler, why are you drinking? Your daughter getting married too?" I love drunk Monica.

"No, my granddaughter is actually" she laughed a little at that one and sipped on her drink. Monica leaned over the counter and pulled out a coaster for herself. I couldn't help but laugh at that, typical Monica.

"Oh, bite me!" Monica said finishing her drink and ordering another one.

"Slow down, you sure you want another one?" I needed to be sure that Monica could handle herself and not drown her liver in alcohol.

"Yes. Hey! Enough about me. You went sightseeing, right? How was it? You looked pretty bummed when I saw you earlier" Monica enquired.

Today Joey and I had been outside to check out London. It was annoying having someone else tell me about my own damn city and his enthusiasm did not help. I tried to tone it out but I couldn't. I had seen all of the places a thousand times already, I grew up here.

The thing that annoyed me the most was that the time we spent visiting the places was way too much than we should have. Joey took all the wrong routes. I swear, the time we took visiting half the city, I could have taken a quarter of the total time to see the whole city and then sip on some whiskey at a pub.

So, I decided to let Joey have his own fun and go visit my old buddies. But before I could even think about calling them, a guy crash into me making both of us fall flat on the ground.

"Hey, watch it man!"

I felt him slip something on me. Shit! I can't let Father know that I'm here in London. I dusted myself off and stood back up on my feet, I heard a ringtone and felt my pocket buzzing. Double shit! He knows! I answered the phone.

"Didn't bother telling your old man that you're back in town?" I hated that voice, but I hated that man more.

"Didn't have the time, what's up?"

"Eh! Nothing much, killing a bunch of people, you know the usual. I killed Smiths' son last week. The boy hasn't stopped crying since"

"Good to know" it wasn't good to know that he hasn't stopped killing to expand his business. But I wasn't allowed to have that opinion, well I wasn't allowed to voice it.

"Could you come to the hospital? I need to see you" but I sure as hell didn't want to see him.

"No, I'm kind of busy you know, doing things. I'm the best man at my buddy's wedding, not that you would ever know what that's like" I didn't want to sound rude, but I couldn't help myself.

"Listen, I got shot yesterday and I really need to see you. I know you don't like me, but you're like my son and I really need you" I could hear the disparity in his voice but the guy killed my parents in cold blood, I saw it with my own eyes.

"I'm sorry I can't"

"Please I'm begging you"

"Look I know you look at me as if I'm your son. But you are not my father, you're just my boss and as your employee, you can expect a basket of mini muffins from me"

"Fine, you will regret this" Father replied. This was bad, if he gets angry he could destroy my life but most importantly the life of people that I care.

"Okay fine, text me the-" but before I could finish my sentence the line went blank.

What had I done! Well, I can't do anything now so I go looking for Joey.

"Hey Chandler, are you alright? You have been staring into space for a few minutes" Monica shook me back to my senses.

"London was pretty cool, Joey got onto my nerves a bit, probably that's the reason why I seemed pissed" I assured her, I can't rope her into my world and its problems.

"At least none of the tourists thought that you were a parent of a twenty-seven-year-old" Monica went to grab her fifth glass of scotch but before she could get to it, I took the drink out of her hands and placed it far away from her.

"You have had enough. Come I'll drop you back to your room"

"No I don't want to go, I want to stay and have more fun. It's my son's wedding for Christ sakes!"

"No Monica, tomorrow's a big day and you need your beauty sleep"

"What? Now even you think that I look old enough to be Ross's mother?"

"Honey, come let's get you back at your room"

Monica continued arguing all the way, but I left her back her room, just like a gentleman and then went to my own room.

A younger agent was helping Chandler in his ventures. He had been quite the fellow, he was probably in his early twenties. His name was John, probably a cover but John was the only friend that Chandler had in London.

"Hey, you never really told me what missions you were in"

"Missions? No, I was only on a single mission which pretty much lasted all my bloody youth"

"What was it? If it isn't classified anymore" John was polite and a nice guy.

"It wasn't really a classified mission. I had told Father that I wasn't into killing and I wouldn't do anything of such sort. So, he sent me on a protection mission to the states, but I fell in… Um, a lot of trouble so he called me back"

Chandler was so close to telling John about Monica he nearly said that he 'fell in love' and even though his gut told him that John could keep a secret, he still didn't want to tell him about Monica.

"Wow, who were you protecting, the President?"

"The President? I wish. I was protecting a paranoid rich guy's spoilt daughter. He thought that his daughter was in danger and he and Father were friends so Father sent me to protect his daughter"

"If you don't mind me asking who was the guy?"

"Dr. Green"

A/N: Another bomb? You're welcome. By the way, are you guys liking the flashbacks? Please let me know because I am love writing them!

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