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note: you'll realize in this chapter that chandler does not know any of the other "friends" however, that doesn't mean he isn't in the story. he is. BIG TIME!
Disclaimer: not mine, 'cept Ryan and Micaela.
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Richard Burke settled down into his airplane seat, thrilled he was finally going home. His three-day opthomologists conference had seemed to last about three years. But finally, he was going home. Home to his wife and his children. Home to Monica, Ryan and Micaela. Where he belonged.
***
"Anyone sitting here?" Richard looked up to see a young man, around Monica's age, standing in the aisle.
Richard shook his head, "Nope, don't think so."
The man sat down, "Thanks. Somebody took my seat, so I had to find a new one."
"No problem," Richard said. "I'm Richard Burke."
"Chandler Bing," Chandler said, extending his hand,which Richard shook.
"So," Richard asked, "Going or leaving home?"
"Leaving," Chandler said, "I'm going to work conference in Connecticut. What about you?"
"Going home," Richard said, smiling at thought, "I had a conference here."
Chandler nodded, "You live in Connecticut then? Where?"
"Suburbs," Richard explained, "My wife wouldn't have it any other way."
Chandler laughed. "So, you're married. Any kids?"
Richard nodded, "Two from my first marriage, they're all grown up. But my wife, Monica, and I have two kids now. Ryan's six, Micaela's four." Richard whipped out his wallet, showing the family portrait he always kept there.
"Gorgeous," Chandler commented.
"How about you? Married? Kids?" Richard asked.
Chandler shook his head, "Nope," he said, "Just me out here. I'm not much of a relationship guy."
Richard laughed, "You may think that now," he said, "But just wait till you fall in love."
Chandler laughed uneasily. Would he like to fall in love? Sure. But was it likely to happen? Definitely not.
***
"Folks, we're about thirty minutes from Hartford. We'll let you know when we're about to touch down," a voice announced over the airplane loudspeaker.
Richard smiled. Almost home. "So," he said to Chandler, "What do you do?"
"I'm a data processor," Chandler said, "Boring as hell, but it pays the bills. The worst part is these conferences though."
Richard nodded sympathetically, "I hate conferences, too. I hate being away from my family."
Chandler nodded, but didn't respond. He didn't have a family to miss, or to miss him. He never had, though, so he guessed he shouldn't be whining over it. There was nothing he could do about it.
***
Richard and Chandler both turned back to their magazines, until suddenly both were practically jolted out of their seats by turbulence. They both glanced at each other, confused. There hadn't been any warning of turbulence, and the flight had been smooth so far. "Uh, folks," the pilot announced, "We're, uh, having some problems with the engine. Nothing to worry ab-"
Suddenly, the pilot's voice cut out. Richard's heart practically stopped, and he turned to Chandler. "What just happened?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know," Chandler said, his voice shaking. Suddenly, Chandler's voice wasn't the only thing shaking, as the entire cabin began to rock.
Chandler gripped the sides of his chair, and Richard did the same. Chandler shut his eyes, trying to block out the scene. But he couldn't block out the noises. Babies crying, adults screaming, some screaming out prayers. It was in that instant that both Chandler and Richard realized they were not touching down in Hartford.
Struggling to remain in his seat, Richard pulled out his wallet and grasped the picture of his family in his hand. Slowly, he brought it up to his lips, and kissed his wife and children. "I love you," he whispered.
Chandler heard Richard's words and realized that when the plane crashed, two children would be losing a father, if Richard didn't survive. But if Chandler died, there'd be no one to miss him. Chandler sighed, awaiting the end of his seemingly meaningless life. He opened his eyes and glanced at Richard one last time, giving him a shaky smile. Richard returned the action. Then, everything went black.
***
"Mommy, Mommy, a plane crash!" Ryan yelled out as he ran into the kitchen.
Monica looked at her son, confused. "Huh, Ry?" she asked.
"Micaela and I were watching cartoons and they got 'terupted," Ryan said quickly, "A plane crashed right in Connecticut."
Monica got up from the table quickly and dashed into the living room. No, it couldn't be, she thought to herself. It was not, it could not be Richard's plane. There were thousands of planes up in the sky, the chances that it was Richard's plane were..........slim, but possible.
"It has been confirmed that the plane which crashed about twenty minutes before it's touchdown in Hartford is American Airlines Flight 2667. The flight was coming from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and crashed in a corn field."
Monica's heart was beating fiercely. Sure, Richard had been in Philadelphia, but hadn't he been flying United? She tried desperately to keep calm and she headed for Richard's office to grab the copy of his plane ticket he always left on his desk. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Micaela asked, seeing her reaction
"Nothing, sweetie, Mommy just has to check something," Monica said shakily.
"A plane crashed, Cae," Ryan said, "That means people died."
"Died?" Micaela said, in awe.
"Yeah, died."
"Ryan, honey, be quiet," Monica said softly over her shoulder. She reached the office, and grabbed the ticket. And sure enough, it read "American Airlines. Flight 2667."
***
I love leaving you in suspense, don't I? Hehe! Anyway, please, please, please review the heck out of this chapther otherwise there won't be a chapter three (well, there will be, I just might not post it.......:P) so please review!
note: you'll realize in this chapter that chandler does not know any of the other "friends" however, that doesn't mean he isn't in the story. he is. BIG TIME!
Disclaimer: not mine, 'cept Ryan and Micaela.
***
Richard Burke settled down into his airplane seat, thrilled he was finally going home. His three-day opthomologists conference had seemed to last about three years. But finally, he was going home. Home to his wife and his children. Home to Monica, Ryan and Micaela. Where he belonged.
***
"Anyone sitting here?" Richard looked up to see a young man, around Monica's age, standing in the aisle.
Richard shook his head, "Nope, don't think so."
The man sat down, "Thanks. Somebody took my seat, so I had to find a new one."
"No problem," Richard said. "I'm Richard Burke."
"Chandler Bing," Chandler said, extending his hand,which Richard shook.
"So," Richard asked, "Going or leaving home?"
"Leaving," Chandler said, "I'm going to work conference in Connecticut. What about you?"
"Going home," Richard said, smiling at thought, "I had a conference here."
Chandler nodded, "You live in Connecticut then? Where?"
"Suburbs," Richard explained, "My wife wouldn't have it any other way."
Chandler laughed. "So, you're married. Any kids?"
Richard nodded, "Two from my first marriage, they're all grown up. But my wife, Monica, and I have two kids now. Ryan's six, Micaela's four." Richard whipped out his wallet, showing the family portrait he always kept there.
"Gorgeous," Chandler commented.
"How about you? Married? Kids?" Richard asked.
Chandler shook his head, "Nope," he said, "Just me out here. I'm not much of a relationship guy."
Richard laughed, "You may think that now," he said, "But just wait till you fall in love."
Chandler laughed uneasily. Would he like to fall in love? Sure. But was it likely to happen? Definitely not.
***
"Folks, we're about thirty minutes from Hartford. We'll let you know when we're about to touch down," a voice announced over the airplane loudspeaker.
Richard smiled. Almost home. "So," he said to Chandler, "What do you do?"
"I'm a data processor," Chandler said, "Boring as hell, but it pays the bills. The worst part is these conferences though."
Richard nodded sympathetically, "I hate conferences, too. I hate being away from my family."
Chandler nodded, but didn't respond. He didn't have a family to miss, or to miss him. He never had, though, so he guessed he shouldn't be whining over it. There was nothing he could do about it.
***
Richard and Chandler both turned back to their magazines, until suddenly both were practically jolted out of their seats by turbulence. They both glanced at each other, confused. There hadn't been any warning of turbulence, and the flight had been smooth so far. "Uh, folks," the pilot announced, "We're, uh, having some problems with the engine. Nothing to worry ab-"
Suddenly, the pilot's voice cut out. Richard's heart practically stopped, and he turned to Chandler. "What just happened?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know," Chandler said, his voice shaking. Suddenly, Chandler's voice wasn't the only thing shaking, as the entire cabin began to rock.
Chandler gripped the sides of his chair, and Richard did the same. Chandler shut his eyes, trying to block out the scene. But he couldn't block out the noises. Babies crying, adults screaming, some screaming out prayers. It was in that instant that both Chandler and Richard realized they were not touching down in Hartford.
Struggling to remain in his seat, Richard pulled out his wallet and grasped the picture of his family in his hand. Slowly, he brought it up to his lips, and kissed his wife and children. "I love you," he whispered.
Chandler heard Richard's words and realized that when the plane crashed, two children would be losing a father, if Richard didn't survive. But if Chandler died, there'd be no one to miss him. Chandler sighed, awaiting the end of his seemingly meaningless life. He opened his eyes and glanced at Richard one last time, giving him a shaky smile. Richard returned the action. Then, everything went black.
***
"Mommy, Mommy, a plane crash!" Ryan yelled out as he ran into the kitchen.
Monica looked at her son, confused. "Huh, Ry?" she asked.
"Micaela and I were watching cartoons and they got 'terupted," Ryan said quickly, "A plane crashed right in Connecticut."
Monica got up from the table quickly and dashed into the living room. No, it couldn't be, she thought to herself. It was not, it could not be Richard's plane. There were thousands of planes up in the sky, the chances that it was Richard's plane were..........slim, but possible.
"It has been confirmed that the plane which crashed about twenty minutes before it's touchdown in Hartford is American Airlines Flight 2667. The flight was coming from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and crashed in a corn field."
Monica's heart was beating fiercely. Sure, Richard had been in Philadelphia, but hadn't he been flying United? She tried desperately to keep calm and she headed for Richard's office to grab the copy of his plane ticket he always left on his desk. "Mommy, what's wrong?" Micaela asked, seeing her reaction
"Nothing, sweetie, Mommy just has to check something," Monica said shakily.
"A plane crashed, Cae," Ryan said, "That means people died."
"Died?" Micaela said, in awe.
"Yeah, died."
"Ryan, honey, be quiet," Monica said softly over her shoulder. She reached the office, and grabbed the ticket. And sure enough, it read "American Airlines. Flight 2667."
***
I love leaving you in suspense, don't I? Hehe! Anyway, please, please, please review the heck out of this chapther otherwise there won't be a chapter three (well, there will be, I just might not post it.......:P) so please review!