Sorry this took so long, I've been incredibly busy. School is in full swing, and that means all the papers and exams and lovely pop quizzes that comes with it. Don't you just love pop quizzes? Especially when they come right after you went out for your roommate's birthday the night before and didn't read Act II of Henry V because you figured that you would just read it later and you have read every other act on time? Yeah, no, I'm not bitter at all. Not at all. Anyway, please review and make me feel better, because I'm fairly sure that I failed that quiz. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Not my characters. Unfortunately.

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He realized the gravity of his mistake when she pulled away in shock.

"What was that?" Monica demanded. "What were you doing?"

"I'm sorry," Chandler said jumping up out of his seat. "I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry."

"I just...what....possessed you to do that?"

"I'm sorry," Chandler said again. He didn't know what else to say. He wasn't exactly sure of why he had done it, so how could he explain it to Monica?

She didn't need this right now, she had just needed a friend to talk to. She thought of all people, Chandler would the right one. Chandler would understand. He was her best friend, he always understood her best. So what the hell had he been thinking?

Not that the kiss wasn't good. She had to admit that he was a very good kisser, but no. He shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have kissed her.

"I need....to....um, to go," she managed to stutter out. She grabbed her purse.

"Monica, please, I'm sorry, I just....got caught up in the moment. Please stay so that we can talk about this," Chandler pleaded. Why had he done this? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now she probably wouldn't ever want to be alone with him anymore. He was such a complete idiot.

"I have to go get Natalie," she said finally. "I have to pick up Natalie." Chandler wondered if that was true, or if she just needed to leave. He would have put good money on the second one. Not that he could blame her. He would want to leave too if he were in her shoes.

"Mon....I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I didn't mean....." To do it? No, he meant to do it. She had looked so beautiful, her blue eyes shining with tears, and her lips curved slightly into a frown. She had looked so beautiful and sad that he couldn't help but kiss her.

Monica decided to take pity on him. He did look sorry, really he did. And if he said that he didn't mean anything by it, then he probably didn't. It was a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake. She didn't want to lose him as her friend.

"I know, Chandler, it's okay. I have to go get Natalie. We'll talk later okay?" But not about this, Monica thought. This was better never to be mentioned again.

"Okay," Chandler conceded, trying to read her. He decided he couldn't tell if she was being serious or not, and how much damage this had done to their relationship. "I'm sorry Mon." He couldn't stop saying that. He couldn't stop apologizing.

"I have to go," she said again before disappearing out the door. Once the door was shut, Chandler buried his head in his hands. What had he done? Monica. His best friend. How could he have kissed her? What had he been thinking?

And then there was still Lucy. But what was Lucy? Were they really dating? Or was this just her sewing her wild oats, and his rebound? His head was spinning. Lucy. Monica. What had he done?

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Monica got into the car that was waiting for her and closed her eyes. This was the nice part about being married to Pete. The cars and the houses and the money, all that money. And what the car provided was a time for Monica to gather her thoughts before she came face to face with Pete. She pressed the button to give herself some privacy, after telling the driver, Kenneth,

"I just need a minute." He probably assumed that she was still broken up about Pete leaving her. She knew it was good gossip among their employees. Poor Mrs. Becker. Her husband's left her for a younger woman.

But Chandler had kissed her. And that was the overwhelming thought running through her head. And what a good kiss.

No. It was not a good kiss. Except, oh, it was.

Didn't he have a new girlfriend? Hadn't Joey said something about a hot, young girl that Chandler had been dating? So what was he doing kissing her? She wasn't ready to be kissed.

The car slid to a stop outside the apartment that Pete was now staying in, letting her and Natalie keep theirs. Kenneth opened the door for her, and she took a deep breath and went into the building. When the door slid open on Pete's floor, she heard Natalie giggling inside. Okay, Monica thought, no more thoughts of Chandler, or that kiss, or even Pete. Just think about Natalie.

"Mommy!" Natalie catapulted into her arms.

"Hey baby, how was the party?"

"Oh it was good. She got this giant giraffe that she named George, which Jamie told her was a stupid name, and then she cried, so I told her that George was a great name and that I wanted one just like it named George, and so Daddy went out and bought me one, and now Sarah and I have twin giraffes named George!" Natalie was a rambler, and Monica was never more thankful for her daughter's chatter. She didn't have to think about anything but Natalie and her giraffe. "But what house am I going to keep him in?" Natalie suddenly said as she pointed behind her to a giant stuffed animal.

"Take that one to Mommy's," Pete said. "And Daddy will buy you another one for here." Pete was always good with that. Buying love, buying security, he was under the impression that everything could be bought.

"Okay!" Natalie grinned.

"Come here Princess, give me a kiss goodbye," Pete said. Natalie went skipping back and gave him a kiss and a hug.

"When will I see you again?" She asked looking at her father.

"Tuesday?" Pete asked, and Monica nodded. "Tuesday, honey, I'm going to pick you up from preschool." Monica was reminded again that Chandler hadn't seen Henry since Kathy left. Her heart broke for him. She couldn't imagine being without Natalie for that long. She couldn't stand to be without her for an hour, let months.

"See you then," Monica said to Pete as he handed her Natalie's bag and Natalie took the giant stuffed animal in her arms and headed towards the door.

"Bye Daddio!" Natalie called as Monica held her hand and led her out the door.

No, this was good. Natalie was a good distraction. She could think about Natalie only and not about Pete, and how he left her for a younger woman, and not think about Chandler, and how he was dating a younger woman, but had kissed her. Her mind kept going back to that. He had kissed her! But she would focus only on Natalie and she would not, would not think about Chandler and that kiss. That great, wonderful....wrong, very wrong kiss.

Now how the hell was she supposed to do that?

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Please, please review and let me know if you still like it. Cause that would make me very, very happy. Now, I have to do laundry, which does not make me happy because it's like 2 bucks a load! Isn't that such crap? I mean, come on, I'm paying way too much to go to my school as it is, and now I have to pay that much for laundry? I think the chancellor of my school and I need to sit down and have a serious talk. Review! Thanks!