AN: sorry for not updating this, life been abit of a crisis atm. This is the last chapter of this fan fiction, so anyone who reads this and has read from the beginning I'd like to thank you for well carrying on and commenting!

Chapter Eleven

The hours had ticked past on the clock, the sound of the handles moving around finally awoken Chandler. He stretched his body, feeling Monica hand supportly over his shoulder. He slowly moved from under her hand, not disturbing her only peace and quiet. He looked at the small clock indentifying the amount of hours they'd been sleeping. Standing up, he felt the numbness grow in his legs flicking his ankles slightly as he balanced against the door. Chandler swiftly made his way into Monica's bedroom, gathering a bag like he intended to do about 4 hours ago, getting some basics for her, such as cleaning products, a clean set of pj's and a few jumpers. He looked into the joining room, where Eve stuff was kept, all her tidy draws organised by what content was inside. He grabbed another bag making a quick summary of her items, getting the stuff Monica had made him learn by memory she'd need. "Blankets...Bottles…dummies…nappies" he paused forgetting the last item on the list she read to him. He scratched his forehead, remembering in many films he'd seen famous faces do the same thing and remember, however it didn't seem to work. He heard a familiar voice behind him softly say "brown teddy" Monica entered laughing, she knew he'd forget something. "This is why I came home with you" she smiled, rubbing his chest, leaning up on her tip toes kissing his lips.

With the hours away from Eve slowly attacking the couple like a vicious dog, they finally decided to head back to the hospital. Even though Monica would never admit it Chandler knew she needed the break, the chance to get some air, to have a bath to actually sleep with comfort and without waking up every time wondering if Eve was dead or if her condition had worsened.

The traffic in the direction of the hospital was like carnage. The streets full of cars, no space for even bikes, and the people on the paths slowly increasing til even the footpaths became full and a struggle to get from one end to the other. The sun continued to burn brightly, every unlucky person in their cars slightly getting a light tan and sweating imminently. As the horns continued to beep, all these distant people became immune to the sound, not recognizing it as annoying and beginning to mix it into the radio stations being played. Creating mini bands around the town.

Eventually the cars began moving, only inches to begin with but enough to let a few cars pass the lights and begin to get away from the rush-hour traffic. As Chandlers car finally approached the line a sign of relief filled the car, the absolute happiness of knowing within the next 20minutes they'd be sitting there holding Eve. "And off we go" Monica happily added, slightly jumping on her seat as the light turned Green and she heard Chandler revere the engine. That was the last she remembered

It had been several days; Chandler awoke in a familiar place, remembering the scent of cleaning products and old people. He shuffled his body up, regaining blood back to his legs. He blinked a few times til his eyes opened with confidence, seeing Ross asleep beside his leg, his hand on the bedding, across was Jack and Judy, Judy's head comfortable resting on Jack's shoulder. He kept searching but she wasn't there. He couldn't see Monica. He carefully pulled back the covers, slipping out of the bed, trying to best not to disturb any of Monica's family. He carried the IV drip behind, pulling it firmly as he entered the ward where Eve was. He appeared and looked into the window, seeing the room empty except from the small box that contained Eve. He carefully opened the door, and looked around for any of her items, her smell, and her scent. Nothing. He heard someone behind him; sharply he moved his back, facing Ross. The tears smudged around his eyes. "I'm sorry" he kept repeating, hush tones were exposed. Chandler looked confused, what did he have to say sorry for? Did he not keep an eye on Eve? Did he not tell Monica where he was? "What?" he finally spoke, the possibilities injuring his head.

Behind Ross, appeared his parents, both sobbing loudly. "Is it Monica?" Chandler looked dead, his voice angering. He prayed so much it wasn't. She was his rock; she kept him apart and stopped him failing. "I'm sorry" Ross continued, he moved back, feeling his mother's hand around his chest as she pulled him in closer. "Mon" was the only word Chandler could say. What could he say? He was too late.

"How?" he looked blind. His eyes showing no movement, just still, like they were dead. Complete focus overtook his brain. Jack stepped forward before explaining, he thought it was his right. "The car the crossing. Some ford decided he didn't want to wait any longer, he came into the sid" he stopped. The tears flooding his cheeks. He gathered the courage seeing he needed it more than the rest of the people in this room "it was instant Chandler, she wouldn't have felt anything" it was the only thing that made him see any light in this situation, knowing his baby girl didn't fight, or didn't die in pain. "How do you know?" chandler shouted back, he didn't know anything anymore. All he knew was he was driving. "it's all my fault" he silent repeated, his body falling down the side of the wall, his hands acting as a shield over his face, as he struggled to breathe as the tears built up. He couldn't pretend he was okay. He needed Monica. "Eve needs her" he panicked; he looked like something had just died inside him, the energy turning worrying. "Monica, she takes care of Eve. And Eve takes care of her" he slowly spoke, Judy approached him, pulling him into a hug, her arms wrapping around him, she reminded him of Monica. He kept trying to struggle, Judy held on, letting him release the tears, the angry moans, the screams. "You can take care of Eve. Monica would have wanted that" Judy reassured him. "If you need us to babysit or anything you know where we are" she allowed him to be independent, like she was using him as their second chance for Monica. They always wanted her to have her own life; they just cared too much to allow it.

7years later…

Chandler held onto Eve, his hand tightly held onto her's. he helped her walk through the stones, avoiding certain areas. He bent down, laying the roses with the label inside "Monica, forever Chandler" in his neatest handwriting. He allowed his hand to release from Eve's as he put down an in grieved tree log, she had made at school "Mummy" inside a love heart, as she rested it next to Chandlers flowers. "Do you think Mummy will like it?" Eve asked, she was always full of questions, like her mother. "Yes" he smiled. He lent down picking her up, as he held her tight, her arms going around his neck as she leant her head on his shoulder "I miss mummy" she quietly cried "I miss her too" he put down the engagement ring he kept in his pocket for the last 7years.