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Also, I'm sorry it's taken so long but I started school and well I was busy. The next part will not take as long I promise.
LAST TIME
Several hours later.
Monica's restaurant.
"Hey Mon."
"Hey Pheebs what's up?"
"Well there was a little accident."
"Oh my god. What happened?? Who was it?? Oh my god who was it? Who was it?"
"Monica relax I'll tell you everything.
"God please let the kids be okay."
"Monica they are okay. (taking a deep breath) It was Chandler."
"Chandler?" she said somewhat relieved.
"Ya, he's going to be okay. He just has a couple of broken bones and some bruises. At least that's what one of the E.M.T.s said."
"Oh, okay."
"Here's the thing."
"Pheobe what do you want me to do?"
"I kind of need you to pick him up from the hospital."
"Pheobe!?"
"Well see I'm the guy's ride home, so I can't leave. You're the only one that can. Please Monica. So what you got into a little fight this morning. Big deal you can manage."
"Fine I'll do it but there better be no birthday celebration."
"Um what I think my battery is..." and with that Pheobe was gone.
Monica cursed towards herself and headed towards the hospital.
When she arrived she asked the emergency nurse where Chandler was. The nurse told her to have a seat in the waiting room and she would let Mr. Bing know that his ride was here. Monica sat down and started to flip through a magazine. Chandler was rolled out the doors into the waiting area. He looked pretty bad. He had one leg wrapped in a cast. The opposite arm was in a gauze bandage, probably sprained she thought. His face was pretty beat up looking too. He had a cut along the top of his eye that needed stitches. Monica was surprised at how bad he looked, and that she had started to cry.
"Chandler, are you okay?"
Chandler cringed a little when he saw it was Monica who was picking him up.
"He's going to be fine miss he just needs to stay off his feet. And also he's going to need this," the nurse handed her a prescription.
She smiled at the nurse and thanked her. She rolled Chandler out to the car. She stopped him at the car door. She still couldn't keep herself from crying. She looked at her SUV and then back down at Chandler. She wondered how she was going to get him into the car. Chandler noticed this and reassured her, "I can walk a little. Can you help me up?"
Monica put her arms under his and started to lift him up.
"Ouch," he said.
"Oh god I'm sorry. Are you all right?"
He laughed at her uneasiness, "yes I'm fine just some bruised ribs," he looked up at her and noticed for the first time she was crying. He placed his hand on hers and said, "It's going to be okay. I'm fine really."
He smiled goofishly at her.
She laughed and wiped away some tears, "I'm not sure really why I'm crying. I mean I was fine until I saw you. I know this sounds bad but I was kind of relieved that it was you in the accident. I had thought it was my children, but once I saw you... well like you are now. I don't know I guess I feel horrible for thinking that. Look at you, you're a mess."
"Well thanks, and here I'm thinking I'm looking pretty good for a guy who lost a fight with some trees."
Monica laughed at his joke, "let's try this again."
This time she pulled him up by the hands. He winced in pain again but it was tolerable. After getting him into the car, she returned the hospitals wheelchair, threw his crutches into the back seat and started the car.
"So where are we going?" he asked, "because I'm kind of hungry."
"Well I do need to go to the restaurant for a little bit. If you can trust their cooking you can have something there," she said to him smiling.
"That sounds great, it will give me a change to see the place before tonight."
"Tonight?" Monica asked.
Realizing he slipped the secret of her birthday party, he tried to cover up, "ya umm didn't you know. We were going to eat there. I'm on mediation"
"I can't believe Phoebe, she promised me that if I picked you up she wo..."realizing where the sentence was going she stopped.
"What did Pheobe promise you?"
"Nothing. Nothing. It's the medication."
"What medication? I'm the one on medication. Remember?"
"Oh ya right," she said trying to play it cool.
"Well it's no big deal. I understand. A party is just as bad as picking up one of your friends."
"Chandler please..."
"No. It's okay."
For the rest of the trip to the restaurant he remained silent.
In the kitchen Monica let him have a seat at her desk. Monica having some work to do had one of the other Mangers look after him. Monica sat on the other side of her office doing work as the female workers babied him. He responded extremely nice to them flirting with them. Whenever he had to address Monica he acted cold and his answers brief.
When she was done with her work she noticed that it had gotten very late. They had stayed for over three hours. She announced that it was time to go. The workers were very disappointed to see Chandler go. They all offered to help him get to and into the car. Monica rolled her eyes as she watched this spectacle.
They drove to Monica's house in relatively the same manner. Monica decided to act the same way back at Chandler. Helped him out of the car, when he said thank you she didn't reply she just stared at him coldly and kept walking. When they entered the house, they found everyone there minus the children. They were all dressed up.
"We thought you guys got lost!" exclaimed Joey.
Rachel rushed to Chandler to see if he was all right. Pheobe joined Rachel as fast as her body would let her. They sat him on the sofa.
"Where are the kids?" Monica asked.
"They are upstairs getting with the baby sitter," replied Bob figuring Monica knew about the party.
"Wonderful," Monica said as she headed into the kitchen to make herself a drink. She figured if she had to go to a party that she really didn't want to go, she might as well be drunk.
Monica arrived at the party a little tipsy not a big deal. As she walked in they all shouted, "Surprise!" Monica was surprised to see so many people there. It was almost if everyone in town was there.
While Monica mingled, the rest of them found a table to sit at because Chandler was getting a little tired.
Later into the party Chandler sat at the table with Phoebe and Bob. Rachel and Ross were dancing and Joey was nowhere to be found.
Chandler was explaining to them what he had to do at the hospital, "and then I had to go have a M.R.I. Which was...."
"Ohhh look Monica's taking to Ben!" Phoebe interrupted.
"Who's Ben?" Chandler asked.
"Ben is this guy that Pheobe's been trying to convince Monica to go out with for the last three months."
"Oh," chandler replied.
He looked at Monica talking to Ben across the room. She was laughing at something he had said. He then appeared to have asked her something, because she smiled and nodded yes. He took her glass and placed it on a table. He placed his hand on her elbow and led her out to the dance floor.
Monica rested her head on Ben's chest. She didn't feel an attraction towards him, but he was a great friend. He had been Jeff's teacher last year. She knew that he wanted more but she really wasn't ready enough to give it to him. She raised her head and they danced cheek to cheek.
When she noticed that Pheobe, Chandler and Bob were staring at them, she smiled at Pheobe. She then pulled Ben in closer. She figured this would teach Chandler a lesson, for what he did earlier to her in the restaurant.
"Are you okay?" Ben asked her, surprised at this sudden need to be close to him.
She smiled at him, "yes I'm perfectly fine."
A little while later almost everyone had gone. Ben and Monica were in her office. Monica was trying to convince Ben that she would be okay driving home alone. While her goal earlier was to get drunk, she actually had only one drink at the party and was now pretty sober. Ben kissed her on the cheek, said goodbye and left.
Monica shut off the lights in her office. She made her way out to the front of the restaurant. She noticed that there was someone still there besides the cleaning crew. Chandler had fallen asleep at the table. She smiled at the sight of him.
She sat down next to him and started rub his forehead.
"Chandler, Chandler wake up."
"Hmmm," was all he replied.
"Chandler everyone else is gone. It's time to go."
"What?" he asked as he rose from the table rubbing his eyes.
"Everyone else has left. The party is over. It's time to go."
"Oh."
Monica went to help him up off the chair. He refused her help, "I can do it myself."
He refused to let her help him. She smiled to herself seeing that her plan had worked.
During the car ride he suddenly asked, "So what's up with that guy Bean?"
"You mean Ben?"
"Whatever."
"Nothing's up with him. We are just friends."
"Well I haven't see you dance that closely with Rachel before."
Monica laughed at him, " Did it bother you?"
"Well ya, you lead him on. I felt bad for all guys." He said going out on a limb trying for her not to see why he was really mad.
"So then I guess I should be mad at you for this afternoon at the restaurant."
"What?"
"When all the girls were all over you and you flirted right back with them."
"Well that's different."
"How so?"
"I'm hurt."
Monica laughed and looked at Chandler, "ya good point."
"Okay how about we just call it even okay?"
"Okay. So where does it leave us now."
"I hadn't know we've had a weird cycle of friendship recently."
"Yes we have. Let's say we friends again."
"Deal."
They entered the room and Monica helped Chandler to the coach. He sat down and kicked off his shoe.
"Well shall I help you to the guest room?"
"I actually am not that tired anymore."
"Well would you like something do drink?"
"That would be great."
Just like the night before they sat and drank in the living room. They didn't' talk about old times. They caught up onto each other's lives. They seemed to talk about a lot of things.
Monica yawned.
"Oh are you tired?"
"A little,"jestering to the wine "I think it's the wine."
"Ya I guess we should head to bed."
"All right Mr.Bing this way to the guest room."
She led him and he sat on the bed. She took his suit jacket and hung it up while he fooled with the buttons.
"Do you think you could help me? It's because of my wrist."
"Well sure," Monica came over to him and stood between his legs.
She undid his shirt for him and took it off. Not knowing what to do next she looked at Chandler.
"It's because last time when you took my clothes off we had some fun," he said sensing the akwardness.
Monica laughed," do you need help with your pants?"
"Do you think I'm going to refuse a beautiful woman who wants to remove my pants?"
Monica looked at him and smiled. She undid his pants. She gently slid them off his legs and looked back up at Chandler.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Disclaimer okay none of them belong to me.
Also, I'm sorry it's taken so long but I started school and well I was busy. The next part will not take as long I promise.
LAST TIME
Several hours later.
Monica's restaurant.
"Hey Mon."
"Hey Pheebs what's up?"
"Well there was a little accident."
"Oh my god. What happened?? Who was it?? Oh my god who was it? Who was it?"
"Monica relax I'll tell you everything.
"God please let the kids be okay."
"Monica they are okay. (taking a deep breath) It was Chandler."
"Chandler?" she said somewhat relieved.
"Ya, he's going to be okay. He just has a couple of broken bones and some bruises. At least that's what one of the E.M.T.s said."
"Oh, okay."
"Here's the thing."
"Pheobe what do you want me to do?"
"I kind of need you to pick him up from the hospital."
"Pheobe!?"
"Well see I'm the guy's ride home, so I can't leave. You're the only one that can. Please Monica. So what you got into a little fight this morning. Big deal you can manage."
"Fine I'll do it but there better be no birthday celebration."
"Um what I think my battery is..." and with that Pheobe was gone.
Monica cursed towards herself and headed towards the hospital.
When she arrived she asked the emergency nurse where Chandler was. The nurse told her to have a seat in the waiting room and she would let Mr. Bing know that his ride was here. Monica sat down and started to flip through a magazine. Chandler was rolled out the doors into the waiting area. He looked pretty bad. He had one leg wrapped in a cast. The opposite arm was in a gauze bandage, probably sprained she thought. His face was pretty beat up looking too. He had a cut along the top of his eye that needed stitches. Monica was surprised at how bad he looked, and that she had started to cry.
"Chandler, are you okay?"
Chandler cringed a little when he saw it was Monica who was picking him up.
"He's going to be fine miss he just needs to stay off his feet. And also he's going to need this," the nurse handed her a prescription.
She smiled at the nurse and thanked her. She rolled Chandler out to the car. She stopped him at the car door. She still couldn't keep herself from crying. She looked at her SUV and then back down at Chandler. She wondered how she was going to get him into the car. Chandler noticed this and reassured her, "I can walk a little. Can you help me up?"
Monica put her arms under his and started to lift him up.
"Ouch," he said.
"Oh god I'm sorry. Are you all right?"
He laughed at her uneasiness, "yes I'm fine just some bruised ribs," he looked up at her and noticed for the first time she was crying. He placed his hand on hers and said, "It's going to be okay. I'm fine really."
He smiled goofishly at her.
She laughed and wiped away some tears, "I'm not sure really why I'm crying. I mean I was fine until I saw you. I know this sounds bad but I was kind of relieved that it was you in the accident. I had thought it was my children, but once I saw you... well like you are now. I don't know I guess I feel horrible for thinking that. Look at you, you're a mess."
"Well thanks, and here I'm thinking I'm looking pretty good for a guy who lost a fight with some trees."
Monica laughed at his joke, "let's try this again."
This time she pulled him up by the hands. He winced in pain again but it was tolerable. After getting him into the car, she returned the hospitals wheelchair, threw his crutches into the back seat and started the car.
"So where are we going?" he asked, "because I'm kind of hungry."
"Well I do need to go to the restaurant for a little bit. If you can trust their cooking you can have something there," she said to him smiling.
"That sounds great, it will give me a change to see the place before tonight."
"Tonight?" Monica asked.
Realizing he slipped the secret of her birthday party, he tried to cover up, "ya umm didn't you know. We were going to eat there. I'm on mediation"
"I can't believe Phoebe, she promised me that if I picked you up she wo..."realizing where the sentence was going she stopped.
"What did Pheobe promise you?"
"Nothing. Nothing. It's the medication."
"What medication? I'm the one on medication. Remember?"
"Oh ya right," she said trying to play it cool.
"Well it's no big deal. I understand. A party is just as bad as picking up one of your friends."
"Chandler please..."
"No. It's okay."
For the rest of the trip to the restaurant he remained silent.
In the kitchen Monica let him have a seat at her desk. Monica having some work to do had one of the other Mangers look after him. Monica sat on the other side of her office doing work as the female workers babied him. He responded extremely nice to them flirting with them. Whenever he had to address Monica he acted cold and his answers brief.
When she was done with her work she noticed that it had gotten very late. They had stayed for over three hours. She announced that it was time to go. The workers were very disappointed to see Chandler go. They all offered to help him get to and into the car. Monica rolled her eyes as she watched this spectacle.
They drove to Monica's house in relatively the same manner. Monica decided to act the same way back at Chandler. Helped him out of the car, when he said thank you she didn't reply she just stared at him coldly and kept walking. When they entered the house, they found everyone there minus the children. They were all dressed up.
"We thought you guys got lost!" exclaimed Joey.
Rachel rushed to Chandler to see if he was all right. Pheobe joined Rachel as fast as her body would let her. They sat him on the sofa.
"Where are the kids?" Monica asked.
"They are upstairs getting with the baby sitter," replied Bob figuring Monica knew about the party.
"Wonderful," Monica said as she headed into the kitchen to make herself a drink. She figured if she had to go to a party that she really didn't want to go, she might as well be drunk.
Monica arrived at the party a little tipsy not a big deal. As she walked in they all shouted, "Surprise!" Monica was surprised to see so many people there. It was almost if everyone in town was there.
While Monica mingled, the rest of them found a table to sit at because Chandler was getting a little tired.
Later into the party Chandler sat at the table with Phoebe and Bob. Rachel and Ross were dancing and Joey was nowhere to be found.
Chandler was explaining to them what he had to do at the hospital, "and then I had to go have a M.R.I. Which was...."
"Ohhh look Monica's taking to Ben!" Phoebe interrupted.
"Who's Ben?" Chandler asked.
"Ben is this guy that Pheobe's been trying to convince Monica to go out with for the last three months."
"Oh," chandler replied.
He looked at Monica talking to Ben across the room. She was laughing at something he had said. He then appeared to have asked her something, because she smiled and nodded yes. He took her glass and placed it on a table. He placed his hand on her elbow and led her out to the dance floor.
Monica rested her head on Ben's chest. She didn't feel an attraction towards him, but he was a great friend. He had been Jeff's teacher last year. She knew that he wanted more but she really wasn't ready enough to give it to him. She raised her head and they danced cheek to cheek.
When she noticed that Pheobe, Chandler and Bob were staring at them, she smiled at Pheobe. She then pulled Ben in closer. She figured this would teach Chandler a lesson, for what he did earlier to her in the restaurant.
"Are you okay?" Ben asked her, surprised at this sudden need to be close to him.
She smiled at him, "yes I'm perfectly fine."
A little while later almost everyone had gone. Ben and Monica were in her office. Monica was trying to convince Ben that she would be okay driving home alone. While her goal earlier was to get drunk, she actually had only one drink at the party and was now pretty sober. Ben kissed her on the cheek, said goodbye and left.
Monica shut off the lights in her office. She made her way out to the front of the restaurant. She noticed that there was someone still there besides the cleaning crew. Chandler had fallen asleep at the table. She smiled at the sight of him.
She sat down next to him and started rub his forehead.
"Chandler, Chandler wake up."
"Hmmm," was all he replied.
"Chandler everyone else is gone. It's time to go."
"What?" he asked as he rose from the table rubbing his eyes.
"Everyone else has left. The party is over. It's time to go."
"Oh."
Monica went to help him up off the chair. He refused her help, "I can do it myself."
He refused to let her help him. She smiled to herself seeing that her plan had worked.
During the car ride he suddenly asked, "So what's up with that guy Bean?"
"You mean Ben?"
"Whatever."
"Nothing's up with him. We are just friends."
"Well I haven't see you dance that closely with Rachel before."
Monica laughed at him, " Did it bother you?"
"Well ya, you lead him on. I felt bad for all guys." He said going out on a limb trying for her not to see why he was really mad.
"So then I guess I should be mad at you for this afternoon at the restaurant."
"What?"
"When all the girls were all over you and you flirted right back with them."
"Well that's different."
"How so?"
"I'm hurt."
Monica laughed and looked at Chandler, "ya good point."
"Okay how about we just call it even okay?"
"Okay. So where does it leave us now."
"I hadn't know we've had a weird cycle of friendship recently."
"Yes we have. Let's say we friends again."
"Deal."
They entered the room and Monica helped Chandler to the coach. He sat down and kicked off his shoe.
"Well shall I help you to the guest room?"
"I actually am not that tired anymore."
"Well would you like something do drink?"
"That would be great."
Just like the night before they sat and drank in the living room. They didn't' talk about old times. They caught up onto each other's lives. They seemed to talk about a lot of things.
Monica yawned.
"Oh are you tired?"
"A little,"jestering to the wine "I think it's the wine."
"Ya I guess we should head to bed."
"All right Mr.Bing this way to the guest room."
She led him and he sat on the bed. She took his suit jacket and hung it up while he fooled with the buttons.
"Do you think you could help me? It's because of my wrist."
"Well sure," Monica came over to him and stood between his legs.
She undid his shirt for him and took it off. Not knowing what to do next she looked at Chandler.
"It's because last time when you took my clothes off we had some fun," he said sensing the akwardness.
Monica laughed," do you need help with your pants?"
"Do you think I'm going to refuse a beautiful woman who wants to remove my pants?"
Monica looked at him and smiled. She undid his pants. She gently slid them off his legs and looked back up at Chandler.
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