"Monica, honey, you've gotta stop biting your nails!" Rachel exclaimed as the gang, minus Chandler, sat in her apartment.

Monica looked at her, irritated. She had the right to be a little nervous. Chandler, the man she loves, is in the apartment across from hers trying to make things right with his estranged brother.

"You know what, Rach," Monica said irritably. "I am stressed to the max right now and I would love it if just this once have a national 'Don't Pick on Monica Day.'"

Rachel threw her hands up in defense and sunk back into her chair.

"I don't get it!" Monica exclaimed quickly standing from her place on the couch and began to pace. "Why now? Chandler has enough to deal with, does he really need the stress of getting to know his brother who he just met five minutes ago?!"

"Monica," Rachel said standing up to face her. "Chandler's gonna be fine. Just relax and everything will be fine."

Monica sighed and sat back down onto the white couch. "I'm just worried about him, ok," she said and put her head in her hands.

"We all are, Mon, we all are," Rachel said and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, comfortingly.

The truth was none of them really knew if he was going to be ok. For all they knew Caleb could walk out of Chandler's life just like everyone else seemed to do. His father had, Janice had, and he even walked out on himself. Not literally but figuratively.

"I love him," Monica blurted out and all of them looked up at her, shocked. "I love him," she repeated her eyes filling with tears.

"Mon, how can you be certain of that?" Ross asked gently, trying his best not to hurt her.

She sighed and pulled her lips into a small smile. "When you know, you know."

"Mon, let's be practical here," Ross said softly.

"Ross, you can't change how I feel about him. And if you're afraid that I'm gonna get hurt then you're gonna have to find new friends. Because I will wait for as long as it takes for him to find himself." Monica said and walked into her bedroom, closing the door lightly behind her. Ross wasn't far behind.

"Monica, listen to me," Ross insisted as she collapsed onto her bed with a sigh.

"Look, Ross-"

"He's gonna hurt you," Ross stated bluntly. "It's gonna be too much for him and he's going to leave you."

"Ross, stop," she begged. "He has his problems, sure, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love me." Monica tried but Ross still wasn't convinced.

"I was made for loving him, even if we are both just damage goods, I was made for loving him." She stifled a sob as she continued. "And I don't what to do. I don't know if I should be with him or not, but I know that I love him. And if you have a problem with that then you can leave, Ross."

"Ok, the power of love is obviously stronger than I am," Ross said and Monica smiled, pulling him into a hug.

I was made for loving you,
Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through,
Every bone screaming; I don't know what we should do,
All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you.

(I Was Made For Loving You, Tori Kelly)

[-]

"Caleb, you shouldn't be here," Chandler said as Caleb made his way into the small apartment.

"I don't care, you're my brother and I'm gonna get to know you," Caleb replied, confidently.

"Caleb-"

"No," he said before Chandler could say anything. "I wanna know my brother and I'm sure you wanna know me. So please, let me in."

Let me in. He never knew that three words could mean so much. He honestly had been dying to hear those words over the months that he was depressed.

"Ok," Chandler whispered, almost unheard. "I'll let you in, as long as you do me a favor." He said softly, but sternly.

"Anything."

"I need you to trust me," Chandler said and Caleb looked at him quizzically. "If you want to know about your birth father then you need to trust me about what I'm going to tell you."

Chandler knew the sad truth about Caleb's birth father and he knew that. But what was so scary?

Giving him a short nod Caleb moved to the couch. He looked down into his hands and wet his lips before returning his gaze to his older brother. "What was he like?" He asked suddenly.

"You're dad?" Chandler asked and Caleb nodded. "Mean," Chandler said simply.

"Mean in the verbal sense or mean in the physical sense?" Caleb asked, fiddling his fingers.

"Both," Chandler replied. "He was abusive, verbally and physically. I couldn't trust him with my mom and I hated him." Chandler continued sharply. "His name was Daniel. Daniel Morrison. Just in case you wanted to know."

Caleb didn't know what to say. It was obvious he was more like Nora than his father. He would never hurt his own wife and child intentionally.

Chandler studied his little brother. He saw traces of Daniel in him, but he was almost a spitting image of their mother. Both he and Chandler had their mother's striking blue eyes. But Caleb had blonde hair and Chandler had brown.

On more than one occasion Nora told Chandler that he look almost exactly like his father, before all the plastic surgery he got. Caleb was the opposite. He looked like their mother, it was scary.

"He sounds horrible," Caleb said sadly and Chandler nodded.

"He was," he whispered.

An odd silence set over the two. It was uncomfortable but comforting at the same time.

"Tell me something, Chandler," Caleb said suddenly and Chandler stared intently at him. "Did you want siblings?"

Chandler smiled genuinely as he nodded in response. It was his Christmas wish every year.

"I wanted one so badly. I wanted a brother, who I could get into fights with or protect if someone tried to hurt them. Or I wanted a sister, whose boyfriend's I could beat up for hurting her," Caleb laughed and Chandler smiled. He was living his dream. "By the age 16 I realized that it wasn't going to happen. But apparently I was wrong," Chandler said gesturing to Caleb.

"Well we both get that now," Caleb said. "Besides I want to be your brother and I want you to be mine."

Chandler nodded. "I wish mom would have told me about you. Then we wouldn't have lost so much time." Chandler said and smiled grimly.

"I wish I knew you too, but we didn't. And now I want nothing more than to just get to know you." Caleb said bluntly. Just like Mom would, Chandler thought.

The two brothers spent hours talking. Not once did the whole failed suicide pop into his mind. Chandler appreciated it actually.

The pair talked about childhoods. Chandler talked a little bit more about Daniel. But when the discussion of friends came up Chandler was taken aback at Caleb's realization that he didn't really have a true friend.

"Caleb, listen you're only in the eighth grade, right?" Chandler asked. "You're not gonna find real friends until you get out of school." Caleb looked dejected, so Chandler did some damage control. "Look, I had no friend's in school. None. Of course at the time I went to an all-male boarding school so my options weren't great." Chandler explained and Caleb looked at him oddly. "Look, what I'm trying to say is wait. I have five fantastic friends. And I love every single one of them, and I know that they love me back." Caleb listened and connected that dots. "You'll get that, too, you just have to be patient."

"Can I meet your friends?" Caleb asked hopefully.

Chandler shrugged. "If you want to. Their pretty weird, just to let you know."

"Ok." Caleb said simply and the duo walked across the hall.

Chandler was going to walk right in but hesitated when he realized that might be awkward considering the circumstances between them. So instead he gingerly knocked on the door.

Caleb noticed his hesitancy and began to have questions. Before he could say anything though, the door swung open and a beautiful brunette stood behind it.

"Hey, Mon," He whispered, his voice full of love.

"Hey, you," she whispered back before she noticed Caleb standing beside Chandler.

"I want you to meet someone," he said never taking his eyes off of Monica.

He knew that they had a lot to talk about, he knew that. But he couldn't resist her soft pink lips that were screaming out to him.

He was aware that Caleb and his friends were bonding but Chandler stood back. He knew in that moment, when he saw his brother bonding with his friends that he was gonna be ok. He forgot the reason why he doubted their love for him. Everyone in the room loved him and he knew that. Even Caleb, and he only knew him for a day. But they already have a brotherly connection.

Monica couldn't help but notice that Chandler was smiling. He was still tired, but he looked happy. He just needed his friends. He needed their support. The months where he was lost he shut himself out, he lost his center. But now that his friends are supporting him and lifting him back up they can help him become who he was.

He was on the brink of death but he found his medicine.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking,
Loving' might be a mistake but it's worth making,
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

…I hope you dance.

(Lee Ann Womack)

AN: I know that this chapter sucks, but I have lost my touch haven't I? Right now I am a total mess, I just listened to 'Butterfly Kisses' and then stupidly went to read the story by BluEyes. I swear sometimes I am so dumb. I know that the wait for this chapter was so long and I would like to apologize for that. There will be one more chapter after this and don't worry Destiny is in the making.