The One Where They Make It, Chapter Fourteen
"Come What May"
"Well, you won't be singing for a while, that's for sure," Dr. Harrison stated flatly. Chandler had gone to see his doctor a week after the fire, hoping that the effects of the smoke inhalation were temporary.
"Well, I guess that means the solo project will have to wait," Chandler laughed uneasily.
"I'm afraid so," Dr. Harrison said, as he wrote Chandler a prescription.
Chandler thanked the doctor, and left the office quickly. He shook his head, and hoped that everything would work out. Not that he needed the money. But what was he going to do, if he couldn't sing?
***
Monica and Rachel wandered around the Baby Gap, snapping up every cute outfit they could find.
"Chandler is gonna kill me when he sees all of this," Monica laughed.
"Ah, it's not like he can't afford it," Rachel replied non-chalantly.
Monica laughed, and turned toward the window just in time to see a figure disappear behind the adjacent wall. She shook her head. If she didn't know better, she'd say they were being followed. It was probably some photographer, trying to get photos for a tabloid. Monica shook her head, and laughed to herself.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"Nothing. I just--don't you find all of this funny?"
"What? The Gap?"
"No--fame. We are both famous now, because we are dating famous people. Don't you find that odd?"
"I guess. I don't really think about it much. I mean, we've known these guys for so long, I sometimes forget just how famous they are, ya know?"
"Yeah. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if they had never made it? If they had stayed in college, and gotten normal jobs?"
"It would be so weird," Rachel laughed, "I mean, can you picture Ross as a paleontologist?"
"No," Monica laughed, "Not at all."
***
Janice watched Monica and Rachel from across the street. She couldn't understand why Chandler had chosen that woman over her. It was obvious that *she* and Chandler belonged together.
And soon, the rest of the world would realize that too.
Janice formulated a plan in her mind. The only way to get to Chandler was to get Monica out of the way. But how? Kill her? Yeah, right. She couldn't do that. Maybe she could break them up. Janice watched as Monica and Rachel walked out of the shop, carrying multiple shopping bags. She looked at Monica's swollen belly, and smiled, as a brilliant idea came to her.
It was perfect.
***
Chandler sat in the apartment he now shared with Monica, fidgeting with the Les Paul Goldtop that Monica had gotten him for Christmas. She knew he had really wanted it, even though he already owned about twenty guitars. He strummed the newly tightened strings, and wished he could sing along with the tune. He sighed, and set down the guitar, just as Monica and Rachel came trapesing in.
"Hey hon," Monica said.
"Hey--geez, are you sure you didn't forget anything?" Chandler quipped, noting the multiple bags.
"They're for the baby," Monica reasoned, and took the bags into the nursery.
"And you let her do this?" Chandler grinned at Rachel.
"Are you kidding? I encourage this kind of behavior," Rachel laughed.
"Chandler!" Monica yelled from the nursery. Chandler and Rachel raced into the nursery, only to find Monica standing in the middle of the room, holding her stomach, a pool of liquid at her feet. "It's time," she said.
"What? You're not due for like, four weeks!" Chandler protested.
"Well, someone forgot to tell your kid!" Monica snapped.
"Okay, okay, uh, Rachel, go get a cab, and have them pull around to the side of the building. We'll be down in a minute." Chandler knew that the media was already camped out front, and that was the last thing they needed to deal with right now.
"On my way," Rachel raced out the door.
"Okay babe, I'll go get the bag, and then we are off! Are you okay?"
"Other than the fact that I have a person trying to get out of me, I am just dandy!" Monica grimaced.
"Got it," Chandler ran into the bedroom and grabbed Monica's bag, and then escorted her down to the cab.
***
~One Week Later~
"Hey," Chandler walked into the room, and sat next to Monica.
"Hey," Monica replied, after accepting a kiss from Chandler.
"How is he today?"
"They are gonna let him out later tonight, I think," Monica sighed.
"That's good, right?"
"Yeah," Monica said softly, placing her hand on the incubator.
"He's still so tiny," Chandler said with wonderment.
"Yeah," Monica said absently.
"Hey, Andrew," Chandler said softly. "Are you okay, Mon?"
"Yeah, I am now that I know Andrew is going to be okay."
Chandler smiled, and placed his arm around Monica's shoulder's. She accepted happily, and put her weary head on his chest, sighing heavily. "I love you," she said sofly.
"I love you too," Chandler kissed the top of her head.
***
~One Month Later~
"You guys are never gonna believe this," Chandler said, as he greeted the gang at Central Perk.
"What?" Phoebe asked.
"Look," Chandler dropped a copy of the Daily News into the table. The gang looked at the paper closely, then sat back in shock.
"Janice is claiming that you got her pregnant?"
"Yup."
"Wow, she really is nuts," Joey said.
"Well, I'm actually not that surprised," Monica said, shifting Andrew in her arms.
"Really?" Rachel asked.
"I think she's been following me," Monica said, watching Chandler for his reaction.
"What? Mon, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't think it was a problem, really. I honestly don't think she is capable of hurting anyone."
"But what about all the crap that has been happening?"
"Chandler, Janice is obsessed with you. Why would she want to kill you?"
"She has a point," Joey said.
"Whatever. I still think we should talk to the police about this. She's probably not even really pregnant."
Monica smiled, and shook her head. He was just too cute.
"So, Chandler, what did the doctor say?" Phoebe asked.
"Oh, he thinks I'll be fine. I just need to practice. I haven't sung for a while."
"No time like the present."
"Ha ha," Chandler shook his head.
"Hey, free show for all these people. Nothing would piss off the record company more."
"Oh, I do like pissing off the record company."
"How about a little reunion," Ross said, his eyes gleaming mischieviously.
"Yeah!" Joey said happily.
Chandler shook his head. "Okay, I'll go get my guitar."
Twenty minutes later, the patrons of Central Perk were shocked as Chandler, Ross and Joey took to the small stage in the window, and gave an impromtu performance. Monica smiled, as Chandler tried out his rusty vocal chords on a song she knew all too well. Chandler had sung it to her when they first started going out.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change
Winter to Spring
But I love you, until the end of time.
Come What May
Come What May
I will love you until my dying day.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you
Until the end of time
Come What May
Come What May
I will love you until my dying day
Oh, come what may
Come what may
I will love you (I will love you)
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come What May
Come What May
I will love you until my dying day.
~*~
"Come What May" (Moulin Rouge version) written by David Baerwald.
Uh, not my finest work, but it'll have to do for now. I am trying to come up with a decent Joey/Phoebe storyline...any suggestions? ;-)
"Come What May"
"Well, you won't be singing for a while, that's for sure," Dr. Harrison stated flatly. Chandler had gone to see his doctor a week after the fire, hoping that the effects of the smoke inhalation were temporary.
"Well, I guess that means the solo project will have to wait," Chandler laughed uneasily.
"I'm afraid so," Dr. Harrison said, as he wrote Chandler a prescription.
Chandler thanked the doctor, and left the office quickly. He shook his head, and hoped that everything would work out. Not that he needed the money. But what was he going to do, if he couldn't sing?
***
Monica and Rachel wandered around the Baby Gap, snapping up every cute outfit they could find.
"Chandler is gonna kill me when he sees all of this," Monica laughed.
"Ah, it's not like he can't afford it," Rachel replied non-chalantly.
Monica laughed, and turned toward the window just in time to see a figure disappear behind the adjacent wall. She shook her head. If she didn't know better, she'd say they were being followed. It was probably some photographer, trying to get photos for a tabloid. Monica shook her head, and laughed to herself.
"What?" Rachel asked.
"Nothing. I just--don't you find all of this funny?"
"What? The Gap?"
"No--fame. We are both famous now, because we are dating famous people. Don't you find that odd?"
"I guess. I don't really think about it much. I mean, we've known these guys for so long, I sometimes forget just how famous they are, ya know?"
"Yeah. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if they had never made it? If they had stayed in college, and gotten normal jobs?"
"It would be so weird," Rachel laughed, "I mean, can you picture Ross as a paleontologist?"
"No," Monica laughed, "Not at all."
***
Janice watched Monica and Rachel from across the street. She couldn't understand why Chandler had chosen that woman over her. It was obvious that *she* and Chandler belonged together.
And soon, the rest of the world would realize that too.
Janice formulated a plan in her mind. The only way to get to Chandler was to get Monica out of the way. But how? Kill her? Yeah, right. She couldn't do that. Maybe she could break them up. Janice watched as Monica and Rachel walked out of the shop, carrying multiple shopping bags. She looked at Monica's swollen belly, and smiled, as a brilliant idea came to her.
It was perfect.
***
Chandler sat in the apartment he now shared with Monica, fidgeting with the Les Paul Goldtop that Monica had gotten him for Christmas. She knew he had really wanted it, even though he already owned about twenty guitars. He strummed the newly tightened strings, and wished he could sing along with the tune. He sighed, and set down the guitar, just as Monica and Rachel came trapesing in.
"Hey hon," Monica said.
"Hey--geez, are you sure you didn't forget anything?" Chandler quipped, noting the multiple bags.
"They're for the baby," Monica reasoned, and took the bags into the nursery.
"And you let her do this?" Chandler grinned at Rachel.
"Are you kidding? I encourage this kind of behavior," Rachel laughed.
"Chandler!" Monica yelled from the nursery. Chandler and Rachel raced into the nursery, only to find Monica standing in the middle of the room, holding her stomach, a pool of liquid at her feet. "It's time," she said.
"What? You're not due for like, four weeks!" Chandler protested.
"Well, someone forgot to tell your kid!" Monica snapped.
"Okay, okay, uh, Rachel, go get a cab, and have them pull around to the side of the building. We'll be down in a minute." Chandler knew that the media was already camped out front, and that was the last thing they needed to deal with right now.
"On my way," Rachel raced out the door.
"Okay babe, I'll go get the bag, and then we are off! Are you okay?"
"Other than the fact that I have a person trying to get out of me, I am just dandy!" Monica grimaced.
"Got it," Chandler ran into the bedroom and grabbed Monica's bag, and then escorted her down to the cab.
***
~One Week Later~
"Hey," Chandler walked into the room, and sat next to Monica.
"Hey," Monica replied, after accepting a kiss from Chandler.
"How is he today?"
"They are gonna let him out later tonight, I think," Monica sighed.
"That's good, right?"
"Yeah," Monica said softly, placing her hand on the incubator.
"He's still so tiny," Chandler said with wonderment.
"Yeah," Monica said absently.
"Hey, Andrew," Chandler said softly. "Are you okay, Mon?"
"Yeah, I am now that I know Andrew is going to be okay."
Chandler smiled, and placed his arm around Monica's shoulder's. She accepted happily, and put her weary head on his chest, sighing heavily. "I love you," she said sofly.
"I love you too," Chandler kissed the top of her head.
***
~One Month Later~
"You guys are never gonna believe this," Chandler said, as he greeted the gang at Central Perk.
"What?" Phoebe asked.
"Look," Chandler dropped a copy of the Daily News into the table. The gang looked at the paper closely, then sat back in shock.
"Janice is claiming that you got her pregnant?"
"Yup."
"Wow, she really is nuts," Joey said.
"Well, I'm actually not that surprised," Monica said, shifting Andrew in her arms.
"Really?" Rachel asked.
"I think she's been following me," Monica said, watching Chandler for his reaction.
"What? Mon, why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't think it was a problem, really. I honestly don't think she is capable of hurting anyone."
"But what about all the crap that has been happening?"
"Chandler, Janice is obsessed with you. Why would she want to kill you?"
"She has a point," Joey said.
"Whatever. I still think we should talk to the police about this. She's probably not even really pregnant."
Monica smiled, and shook her head. He was just too cute.
"So, Chandler, what did the doctor say?" Phoebe asked.
"Oh, he thinks I'll be fine. I just need to practice. I haven't sung for a while."
"No time like the present."
"Ha ha," Chandler shook his head.
"Hey, free show for all these people. Nothing would piss off the record company more."
"Oh, I do like pissing off the record company."
"How about a little reunion," Ross said, his eyes gleaming mischieviously.
"Yeah!" Joey said happily.
Chandler shook his head. "Okay, I'll go get my guitar."
Twenty minutes later, the patrons of Central Perk were shocked as Chandler, Ross and Joey took to the small stage in the window, and gave an impromtu performance. Monica smiled, as Chandler tried out his rusty vocal chords on a song she knew all too well. Chandler had sung it to her when they first started going out.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change
Winter to Spring
But I love you, until the end of time.
Come What May
Come What May
I will love you until my dying day.
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you
Until the end of time
Come What May
Come What May
I will love you until my dying day
Oh, come what may
Come what may
I will love you (I will love you)
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come What May
Come What May
I will love you until my dying day.
~*~
"Come What May" (Moulin Rouge version) written by David Baerwald.
Uh, not my finest work, but it'll have to do for now. I am trying to come up with a decent Joey/Phoebe storyline...any suggestions? ;-)