Sorry it has taken me so long to get this up.....my job gets in the way of my hobby, lol.


Chelsea sat in silence, as Jason told her about everything that had happened that afternoon. He told her much of what Joey and Ross
had told him about his life as Chandler Bing. He told her about Monica. He watched her carefully, trying to gauge her reaction
to the news. After a painfully long silence, Chelsea finally spoke.
"So...are you moving back to New York?"
"I...I don't know," Jason replied honestly.
"Your wife is here." Chelsea said, trying hard not to sound bitter.
"Chels, these people....I mean, I know them, but I don't, ya know? They are familiar to me, but I know nothing about them."
"But maybe your memory will come back."
"But maybe it won't. I want to know about my past Chelsea, but I don't want to lose you."
"What about Monica?"
Jason sighed heavily. He wasn't sure what he felt for Monica. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't pretend to be someone else.
Chandler, like all of the people he'd met today, was a stranger to him.
*
"Just a minute!" Monica yelled, as she hurried to answer the front door. She was startled to see Jason standing in front of her.
"Hey, Chan-er, Jason," she stuttered.
"Hi Monica," Jason said quietly.
"C'mon in." Monica said, composing herself.
Jason walked in, and stood in the kitchen, looking uncomfortable.
"Have a seat," Monica motioned toward a kitchen chair.
As Jason sat down, Monica tried to remember the last time he looked so uncomfortable in her apartment. "Chandler," she thought to herself,
"was always comfortable around here." The person sitting at her table today was a stranger. A stranger that she still longed for.
She sighed heavily, as she plopped down into the chair across from Jason.
"Monica," Jason began.
"You want a divorce, don't you?" Monica said cooley.
"I....okay, well, yeah, I do."
Monica's heart sunk. She knew that this was what Jason had come to tell her, but she was still heartbroken.
"I'm so sorry Monica."
"It's funny, you know. When we got married, I thought it would last forever."
Jason felt horrible. He didn't know what to say. he swallowed, and tried to explain what he was feeling.
"Monica, I...I wish I could remember more about you....about us. But staying here wouldn't be fair to either of us."
"I know."
"I wish there was something....I mean maybe my memory will come back...."
"Jason," Monica interrupted, "you need to promise me something."
"Anything." Jason felt like he owed Monica so much more than he could ever give her.
"Promise me....that if you ever get your memory back, you won't come back here."
"What?"
"I don't want to you walk out on Chelsea. And I want to be able to have a life. I don't want to spend the rest of my life
wondering if Chandler is going to walk through that door. I've done that for the past five years, and I'm exhausted. I need
to move on."
"Okay" Jason nodded, hoping that he was doing the right thing.
Jason stood to leave. "I'd better go."
"Is there anything here that you want? I still have all of your things...."
"Those are Chandler's things," Jason pointed out, "not mine."
"Okay....yeah, you're right."
"Good bye Monica," Jason said, kissing her gently on the cheek. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.
Suddenly, something flashed before his eyes. It was an image, from the dream he'd been having. He suddenly realized
that the woman in white was Monica. He had been dreaming about their wedding day all this time. He was beginning to wonder if he was
doing the right thing after all.

Monica looked into Jason's eyes, hoping to see a glimpse of the man she once knew so well. There was a brief moment when she
was sure she saw Chandler looking back at her, and she had a sudden urge to kiss him. She realized that she would never have this
moment again, so she took a deep breath, reached up and kissed him.
Jason was surprised, but didn't pull away. He pulled her close, and kissed her back. It was as if he was kissing her for the first time.
"In a way," Jason thought, "I am." His mind suddenly went to Chelsea, and he pulled away.
"I'm sorry," Monica said quietly.
"It's okay," Jason said. "But I do have to go."
"Okay."
"Bye," he said, and rushed out of the apartment.
Monica watched the love of her life walk out the door again, but this time she let the tears fall freely.
She remembered the last time he'd left, five years ago. She was so mad at him that she didn't care whether or not he came back.
And she told him so. She had no idea that he really wouldn't come back.
*
Jason and Chelsea landed in San Francisco early the next morning. As they headed home, Jason's mind wandered back to Monica.
He couldn't help wondering what his life had been like before. Now that he knew more about it, he wondered if he was really
doing the right thing.