The One Where They Make It, Chapter Sixteen
"The Trouble With Fame"
"Rachel? Rachel, wake up."
Rachel's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. Her head was throbbing, and her body was aching. Her eyes focused, and she looked up at Chandler.
"Hey," Chandler smiled slightly, though Rachel noticed that he seemed distracted and disturbed.
"What happened?" Rachel asked softly, putting her hand on her head.
"I was kinda hoping you could tell us," Chandler whispered.
Ross appeared next to Chandler, looking panicked and distraught.
"Rach, thank God!" Ross grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Chandler stood up, and let Ross take his place on the floor next to Rachel. Ross looked up at Chandler as he made his way toward Monica. "The police are on their way," Ross said.
"Thanks," Chandler replied robotically. Ross watched as Chandler sat next to Monica, and tried once again to reach out to her. But she was already in shock, and Ross watched sadly as Chandler sat next to her, looking helpless.
"Ross, Janice was here. I...she...I don't know why she suddenly attacked me..."
"Janice? Oh my God," Ross muttered.
"Ross, what's going on?" Rachel tried to sit up, but a searing pain shot through her head, and she winced.
"Here, let me help you," Ross picked Rachel up, and carried her to their bedroom.
"Ross, is everything okay?"
"Janice took Andrew," Ross whispered.
"What?"
"I know, I can't believe this is happening. I just never thought that she was capable of..."
"We don't know what she'd capable of, honey," Rachel sighed.
"Yeah."
The police arrived ten minutes later, and took a full report. After they left, Ross and Chandler called Joey and Phoebe, and told them the news. Then they took Rachel and Monica to the hospital.
*
"They're gonna find them, Chandler," Ross stated quietly. He and Chandler were sitting in the waiting room of Beth Israel Medical Center.
"I hope you're right," Chandler whispered, not looking up. He was trying his hardest to be the strong one, but it was killing him. Monica was a total wreck, and was not responding to anyone. Chandler felt like he had somehow let her down, and had no idea how to right the wrong. He sighed, and buried his face in his hands.
None of this would have ever happened, if he wasn't famous.
"Hey, what's going on? Are you guys okay?" Joey and Phoebe came rushing into the waiting room, breaking the sad silence.
"Hey guys. Rachel and Monica are both being looked at. Rachel has a mild concussion...I think they are gonna make her stay here overnight. And Monica went into shock..." Ross said quietly.
"Chandler, sweetie, how are you doing?" Phoebe crouched down in front of Chandler.
Chandler dropped his hands, and looked at Phoebe sadly. Phoebe took his hands in hers.
"This is all my fault," he whispered.
"What? How is this your fault?" Joey asked.
"This happened because of me. Because of what I do--"
"Chandler, this is not your fault. This could have happened to anyone, no matter who they are."
"If anyone is to blame," Ross interjected, "It's me. I left Rachel alone with Andrew."
"Look you guys," Joey said, "The only person to blame is the person who took Andrew."
"It was Janice," Ross said.
"What?" Joey and Phoebe exclaimed simultaniously.
"She attacked Rachel. She's a total nut."
"What did the police say?"
"They said that she may be so delusional that she has no idea she did something wrong. They don't think it will be hard to find her," Ross explained.
"Wow," Phoebe said.
"Mr. Geller?" A short, balding doctor entered the room slowly.
"Yes?" Ross jumped up and approached the doctor.
"Ms. Green is asking for you."
"Okay," Ross said, and followed the doctor out of the room. He walked into Rachel's room, and smiled when he saw that she was sitting up.
"Hey," Ross said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Hey," Rachel replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay. How's Monica?"
"She's sleeping, I think."
"I feel so horrible," Rachel said, a single tear falling from her eye.
"Rach, it's not your fault. It's no one's fault. Let's just concentrate our energy on getting Andrew back, okay?"
Rachel nodded silently.
***
Twenty four hours later, the police showed up at the hospital, with baby Andrew. They had Janice in custody, but she was insisting on talking to Chandler.
"What does she want?" Chandler asked warily.
"We're not sure. You don't have to talk to her," the officer replied.
"No, I think I'd like to give her a piece of my mind," Chandler muttered. He handed his son to Joey, and followed the police officers out of the station and to a parked police car. The officers pulled a handcuffed Janice out of the car.
"Janice," Chandler said crossly.
"Hi Chandler," Janice said, staring at the ground.
"What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you have done to Monica? And to me?"
"I'm sorry, I just...I just wanted us to be a family."
"What?"
"I love you, Chandler Bing!"
"Janice," Chandler sighed, his voice softening, "Please try and understand. You don't really love me. You love a characterization of me, a person that was created by the media. You don't even know me."
"But we were going to have a baby!"
"No, we weren't. Janice..." Chandler ran his hand through his hair, and sighed again.
"Chandler, please, I can make you happy!"
"Janice, I think you need help. I know you didn't mean Andrew any harm, but what you did was illegal. And you did hurt Rachel."
"She wouldn't let me see Andy! It's not my fault, Chandler. She got in my way."
"Okay. Look, I am gonna go. These men are going to take care of you now," Chandler said.
"No! You can't leave me again, Chandler!"
"I'm sorry," Chandler said, and turned to make his way back toward the hospital. He tried to block out Janice's desperate pleas, which momentarily melted into raging threats. Chandler closed his eyes, trying not to let the guilt climb up into his soul. He couldn't help but to feel somewhat responsible for Janice's slide into insanity. He made his way back up to the waiting room, and was happy to find that Monica was in the room, holding onto Andrew.
"Hey," Chandler said softly, as he sat down next to Monica.
"Hey," she whispered.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, now," Monica smiled, pulling Andrew closer. "Chandler, I'm sorry," she said.
"Why?"
"I shouldn't have shut you out like that. I just...I didn't know how to deal with all of this."
"You don't have to apologize, Mon. I thought...I thought maybe you blamed me for all of this."
"Why would I blame you?"
"Because...because of who I am. This would have never happened if..."
"Chandler, I don't blame you. I never blamed you."
Chandler nodded, but inside, the guilt over all of this was eating him up. He really coudn't imagine it getting any worse.
***
Chandler's album debuted at number one on the Billboard Hot 100, and the debut single stayed atop the charts for five weeks. Chandler spent the following few weeks promoting the album in LA, New York, Seattle, San Francisco, Chicago, New Orleans, Houston, Denver, and Vancouver, then spent a week promoting it in Europe. By the time he returned from the promo tour, he was exhausted. Deep down, he was hoping that the album would bomb, so that he would have an excuse to get the band back together within the next year or so. Once he returned to New York, he couldn't help but to notice that Ross and Joey also seemed a bit put off by the idea that Chandler was so successful on his own. Chandler, unable to deal directly with the tension, set off on a US tour, spending a good part of the summer on the road. He took Monica and Andrew with him, and, on a stormy night in Las Vegas, Chandler made the decision to ask Monica the question he'd been meaning to ask for months.
While Monica was putting Andrew to bed for the night, Chandler lit several strategically placed candles, and pulled a bucket of champagne out of the icebox. He put on some soft music, and paced nervously in front of the picture window that overlooked the glittering lights of Las Vegas Boulevard. He was so deep in nervous thought that he failed to hear Monica emerge from Andrew's bedroom.
"What is all this?" Monica asked, startling Chandler.
"Hey, uh, it's...something. C'mere," Chandler rambled nervously.
Monica grinned and walked toward Chandler, stopping directly in front of him. He took her hand, and kissed it softly, before getting down on one knee. Monica grinned wildly, knowing from the moment she saw Chandler's nervous face, that he was going to propose.
"Okay, um..." Chandler looked at Monica like he was scared of her, images of his last, clumsy proposal dancing in his head, tormenting him further.
Monica smiled, and Chandler relaxed a bit. He took a deep breath, and continued.
"Mon, I love you, you know that. And I know that I've asked you once before, but this time, I think I am ready...no, no I *know* I'm ready. Being out here on the road, without Ross and Joey and Rach and Phoebe, it makes me realize that this life...the life I've been leading, it's not half as important as you and Andrew are to me, and I...I want to...uh, God, why is this so hard?"
"Chandler, are you asking me to marry you?"
"Yes! Yes, will you? Will you marry me?"
Monica laughed, and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course I will!"
Chandler grinned, and stood up, picking Monica up as he straightened.
"Thank God," he whispered, and kissed her passionately. Once they pulled apart, Monica looked at Chandler, amused by his visible relief.
"Chandler, it's not that I wouldn't marry you without one, but, uh, are you wanting me to pick out the ring, or something?"
"Oh, shit! Okay, no, I have a ring, I'm sorry," Chandler shook his head and pulled a box out of his pocket. He opened it to reveal a platinum ring, with diamonds and sapphires lining the band. It was easily the most beautiful ring Monica had ever seen. Monica giggled, as Chandler slipped the ring on her finger.
"Sorry, I've had it for so long, a practially forgot about it," Chandler laughed.
"It's okay. I can't wait to marry you," Monica laughed.
"Well, we are in Vegas," Chander said, his eyebrows wiggling playfully.
"True. And if we elope, we won't have to worry about media invasions."
"Wait, are you serious? You want to get married here?"
"Why not? But, uh, I do want to call my family."
"Of course, of course. Look, we don't have to be in Pheonix until Tuesday. Why don't we do it day after tomorrow?"
"Okay!"
***
Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe were on the next available flight to Las Vegas. Judy, upset with Monica for eloping, refused to go to the wedding, thus, Jack was unable to attend. This upset Monica, who was hoping that her father would walk her down the aisle. In the end, Ross agreed to walk Monica down the aisle, making Chandler's decision for best man fairly easy.
Chandler and Monica chose a small chapel on the outskirts of the city. Monica was able to find a simple, elegant dress in a short amount of time, and with a lot of help from Rachel. Much to Chandler's dismay, "Elvis" did not perform the ceremony. The ceremony was officiated by a local judge, who performed weddings in the chapel as a side job. It was a short, sweet ceremony, and was over before Monica knew it.
"Let's go celebrate!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Vegas Baybee!" Joey said.
The group laughed and headed out of the chapel, only to be met by a slew of anxious reporters. The group quickly backed up into the chapel, and shut the doors.
"How the hell did they find out about this?" Chandler asked, looking at the others.
"I don't know!" Ross said, then thought for a minute. "Oh...Mom," Ross concluded.
"You think she tipped off the media?" Monica said angrily.
"Of course! She's mad at you for eloping, and mad at Chandler for going solo," Ross shrugged.
Chandler shot Ross a look, then turned to the Judge.
"Is there a back way out of here?"
"Yeah, but I'm afraid the media has this place surrounded. You are either gonna have to talk to them, or get comfortable," the Judge replied.
"Dammit," Chandler muttered. "Okay, Ross, you guys take Andrew and make a run for it. Monica and I will distract the paparazzi."
"Okay," Ross muttered, as he, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe prepared to run out the door.
"Here we go," Chandler said, as they swung open the chapel doors.
They were met with a flood of flashing light, and reporters from all over the country shouting questions at them.
Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe pushed their way through the crowd, protecting Andrew with a blanket. The media practially ignored them, focusing only on the newlyweds. Chandler scanned the crowd, his eyes falling on a familiar face from the not-so-distant past. He smiled, and moved to say something, but froze when he saw the man pull out a gun.
Chandler moved to protect Monica, as several gunshots rang out. The paparazzi scattered, and Monica and Chandler fell to the ground.
*
The gunman turned to run, but was tripped up by Joey, who tackled him with full force. As the reporters who had stayed nearby started to come out of their shock, they began snapping photos of Joey, as he struggled to keep a hold of the shooter. Nearby, more reporters had surrounded Monica and Chandler.
Monica pulled herself up, dizzy from hitting the ground so hard. She looked down at her white wedding dress, and saw that it was covered in blood. She took a deep shaky breath, then looked around for Chandler. He was lying two feet away, his body contorted into a twisted heap. Monica crawled toward Chandler, ignoring the flashes from the paparazzi cameras. She turned Chandler over, and saw that, to her horror, he had been hit by most of the bullets. She layed his head in her lap, and looked up into the crowd of strangers.
"Ross!" she screamed, and in mere seconds, her brother was at her side.
"Mon, there you are! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's Chandler. Get some help, please!" she cried, then looked down at Chandler, trying desperately to wake him up.
"Please, baby, please stay with me. Please," she cried, rocking his lifeless body back and forth, and kissing his bloodied forehead. "Please, Chandler. Please."
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uuuuhhhgh. I am sick of this fic. i'm sure you are too. The next Chapter will be an epilogue.
"The Trouble With Fame"
"Rachel? Rachel, wake up."
Rachel's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. Her head was throbbing, and her body was aching. Her eyes focused, and she looked up at Chandler.
"Hey," Chandler smiled slightly, though Rachel noticed that he seemed distracted and disturbed.
"What happened?" Rachel asked softly, putting her hand on her head.
"I was kinda hoping you could tell us," Chandler whispered.
Ross appeared next to Chandler, looking panicked and distraught.
"Rach, thank God!" Ross grabbed her hand and kissed it.
Chandler stood up, and let Ross take his place on the floor next to Rachel. Ross looked up at Chandler as he made his way toward Monica. "The police are on their way," Ross said.
"Thanks," Chandler replied robotically. Ross watched as Chandler sat next to Monica, and tried once again to reach out to her. But she was already in shock, and Ross watched sadly as Chandler sat next to her, looking helpless.
"Ross, Janice was here. I...she...I don't know why she suddenly attacked me..."
"Janice? Oh my God," Ross muttered.
"Ross, what's going on?" Rachel tried to sit up, but a searing pain shot through her head, and she winced.
"Here, let me help you," Ross picked Rachel up, and carried her to their bedroom.
"Ross, is everything okay?"
"Janice took Andrew," Ross whispered.
"What?"
"I know, I can't believe this is happening. I just never thought that she was capable of..."
"We don't know what she'd capable of, honey," Rachel sighed.
"Yeah."
The police arrived ten minutes later, and took a full report. After they left, Ross and Chandler called Joey and Phoebe, and told them the news. Then they took Rachel and Monica to the hospital.
*
"They're gonna find them, Chandler," Ross stated quietly. He and Chandler were sitting in the waiting room of Beth Israel Medical Center.
"I hope you're right," Chandler whispered, not looking up. He was trying his hardest to be the strong one, but it was killing him. Monica was a total wreck, and was not responding to anyone. Chandler felt like he had somehow let her down, and had no idea how to right the wrong. He sighed, and buried his face in his hands.
None of this would have ever happened, if he wasn't famous.
"Hey, what's going on? Are you guys okay?" Joey and Phoebe came rushing into the waiting room, breaking the sad silence.
"Hey guys. Rachel and Monica are both being looked at. Rachel has a mild concussion...I think they are gonna make her stay here overnight. And Monica went into shock..." Ross said quietly.
"Chandler, sweetie, how are you doing?" Phoebe crouched down in front of Chandler.
Chandler dropped his hands, and looked at Phoebe sadly. Phoebe took his hands in hers.
"This is all my fault," he whispered.
"What? How is this your fault?" Joey asked.
"This happened because of me. Because of what I do--"
"Chandler, this is not your fault. This could have happened to anyone, no matter who they are."
"If anyone is to blame," Ross interjected, "It's me. I left Rachel alone with Andrew."
"Look you guys," Joey said, "The only person to blame is the person who took Andrew."
"It was Janice," Ross said.
"What?" Joey and Phoebe exclaimed simultaniously.
"She attacked Rachel. She's a total nut."
"What did the police say?"
"They said that she may be so delusional that she has no idea she did something wrong. They don't think it will be hard to find her," Ross explained.
"Wow," Phoebe said.
"Mr. Geller?" A short, balding doctor entered the room slowly.
"Yes?" Ross jumped up and approached the doctor.
"Ms. Green is asking for you."
"Okay," Ross said, and followed the doctor out of the room. He walked into Rachel's room, and smiled when he saw that she was sitting up.
"Hey," Ross said, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Hey," Rachel replied.
"How are you feeling?"
"Okay. How's Monica?"
"She's sleeping, I think."
"I feel so horrible," Rachel said, a single tear falling from her eye.
"Rach, it's not your fault. It's no one's fault. Let's just concentrate our energy on getting Andrew back, okay?"
Rachel nodded silently.
***
Twenty four hours later, the police showed up at the hospital, with baby Andrew. They had Janice in custody, but she was insisting on talking to Chandler.
"What does she want?" Chandler asked warily.
"We're not sure. You don't have to talk to her," the officer replied.
"No, I think I'd like to give her a piece of my mind," Chandler muttered. He handed his son to Joey, and followed the police officers out of the station and to a parked police car. The officers pulled a handcuffed Janice out of the car.
"Janice," Chandler said crossly.
"Hi Chandler," Janice said, staring at the ground.
"What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you have done to Monica? And to me?"
"I'm sorry, I just...I just wanted us to be a family."
"What?"
"I love you, Chandler Bing!"
"Janice," Chandler sighed, his voice softening, "Please try and understand. You don't really love me. You love a characterization of me, a person that was created by the media. You don't even know me."
"But we were going to have a baby!"
"No, we weren't. Janice..." Chandler ran his hand through his hair, and sighed again.
"Chandler, please, I can make you happy!"
"Janice, I think you need help. I know you didn't mean Andrew any harm, but what you did was illegal. And you did hurt Rachel."
"She wouldn't let me see Andy! It's not my fault, Chandler. She got in my way."
"Okay. Look, I am gonna go. These men are going to take care of you now," Chandler said.
"No! You can't leave me again, Chandler!"
"I'm sorry," Chandler said, and turned to make his way back toward the hospital. He tried to block out Janice's desperate pleas, which momentarily melted into raging threats. Chandler closed his eyes, trying not to let the guilt climb up into his soul. He couldn't help but to feel somewhat responsible for Janice's slide into insanity. He made his way back up to the waiting room, and was happy to find that Monica was in the room, holding onto Andrew.
"Hey," Chandler said softly, as he sat down next to Monica.
"Hey," she whispered.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, now," Monica smiled, pulling Andrew closer. "Chandler, I'm sorry," she said.
"Why?"
"I shouldn't have shut you out like that. I just...I didn't know how to deal with all of this."
"You don't have to apologize, Mon. I thought...I thought maybe you blamed me for all of this."
"Why would I blame you?"
"Because...because of who I am. This would have never happened if..."
"Chandler, I don't blame you. I never blamed you."
Chandler nodded, but inside, the guilt over all of this was eating him up. He really coudn't imagine it getting any worse.
***
Chandler's album debuted at number one on the Billboard Hot 100, and the debut single stayed atop the charts for five weeks. Chandler spent the following few weeks promoting the album in LA, New York, Seattle, San Francisco, Chicago, New Orleans, Houston, Denver, and Vancouver, then spent a week promoting it in Europe. By the time he returned from the promo tour, he was exhausted. Deep down, he was hoping that the album would bomb, so that he would have an excuse to get the band back together within the next year or so. Once he returned to New York, he couldn't help but to notice that Ross and Joey also seemed a bit put off by the idea that Chandler was so successful on his own. Chandler, unable to deal directly with the tension, set off on a US tour, spending a good part of the summer on the road. He took Monica and Andrew with him, and, on a stormy night in Las Vegas, Chandler made the decision to ask Monica the question he'd been meaning to ask for months.
While Monica was putting Andrew to bed for the night, Chandler lit several strategically placed candles, and pulled a bucket of champagne out of the icebox. He put on some soft music, and paced nervously in front of the picture window that overlooked the glittering lights of Las Vegas Boulevard. He was so deep in nervous thought that he failed to hear Monica emerge from Andrew's bedroom.
"What is all this?" Monica asked, startling Chandler.
"Hey, uh, it's...something. C'mere," Chandler rambled nervously.
Monica grinned and walked toward Chandler, stopping directly in front of him. He took her hand, and kissed it softly, before getting down on one knee. Monica grinned wildly, knowing from the moment she saw Chandler's nervous face, that he was going to propose.
"Okay, um..." Chandler looked at Monica like he was scared of her, images of his last, clumsy proposal dancing in his head, tormenting him further.
Monica smiled, and Chandler relaxed a bit. He took a deep breath, and continued.
"Mon, I love you, you know that. And I know that I've asked you once before, but this time, I think I am ready...no, no I *know* I'm ready. Being out here on the road, without Ross and Joey and Rach and Phoebe, it makes me realize that this life...the life I've been leading, it's not half as important as you and Andrew are to me, and I...I want to...uh, God, why is this so hard?"
"Chandler, are you asking me to marry you?"
"Yes! Yes, will you? Will you marry me?"
Monica laughed, and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course I will!"
Chandler grinned, and stood up, picking Monica up as he straightened.
"Thank God," he whispered, and kissed her passionately. Once they pulled apart, Monica looked at Chandler, amused by his visible relief.
"Chandler, it's not that I wouldn't marry you without one, but, uh, are you wanting me to pick out the ring, or something?"
"Oh, shit! Okay, no, I have a ring, I'm sorry," Chandler shook his head and pulled a box out of his pocket. He opened it to reveal a platinum ring, with diamonds and sapphires lining the band. It was easily the most beautiful ring Monica had ever seen. Monica giggled, as Chandler slipped the ring on her finger.
"Sorry, I've had it for so long, a practially forgot about it," Chandler laughed.
"It's okay. I can't wait to marry you," Monica laughed.
"Well, we are in Vegas," Chander said, his eyebrows wiggling playfully.
"True. And if we elope, we won't have to worry about media invasions."
"Wait, are you serious? You want to get married here?"
"Why not? But, uh, I do want to call my family."
"Of course, of course. Look, we don't have to be in Pheonix until Tuesday. Why don't we do it day after tomorrow?"
"Okay!"
***
Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe were on the next available flight to Las Vegas. Judy, upset with Monica for eloping, refused to go to the wedding, thus, Jack was unable to attend. This upset Monica, who was hoping that her father would walk her down the aisle. In the end, Ross agreed to walk Monica down the aisle, making Chandler's decision for best man fairly easy.
Chandler and Monica chose a small chapel on the outskirts of the city. Monica was able to find a simple, elegant dress in a short amount of time, and with a lot of help from Rachel. Much to Chandler's dismay, "Elvis" did not perform the ceremony. The ceremony was officiated by a local judge, who performed weddings in the chapel as a side job. It was a short, sweet ceremony, and was over before Monica knew it.
"Let's go celebrate!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Vegas Baybee!" Joey said.
The group laughed and headed out of the chapel, only to be met by a slew of anxious reporters. The group quickly backed up into the chapel, and shut the doors.
"How the hell did they find out about this?" Chandler asked, looking at the others.
"I don't know!" Ross said, then thought for a minute. "Oh...Mom," Ross concluded.
"You think she tipped off the media?" Monica said angrily.
"Of course! She's mad at you for eloping, and mad at Chandler for going solo," Ross shrugged.
Chandler shot Ross a look, then turned to the Judge.
"Is there a back way out of here?"
"Yeah, but I'm afraid the media has this place surrounded. You are either gonna have to talk to them, or get comfortable," the Judge replied.
"Dammit," Chandler muttered. "Okay, Ross, you guys take Andrew and make a run for it. Monica and I will distract the paparazzi."
"Okay," Ross muttered, as he, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe prepared to run out the door.
"Here we go," Chandler said, as they swung open the chapel doors.
They were met with a flood of flashing light, and reporters from all over the country shouting questions at them.
Ross, Rachel, Joey and Phoebe pushed their way through the crowd, protecting Andrew with a blanket. The media practially ignored them, focusing only on the newlyweds. Chandler scanned the crowd, his eyes falling on a familiar face from the not-so-distant past. He smiled, and moved to say something, but froze when he saw the man pull out a gun.
Chandler moved to protect Monica, as several gunshots rang out. The paparazzi scattered, and Monica and Chandler fell to the ground.
*
The gunman turned to run, but was tripped up by Joey, who tackled him with full force. As the reporters who had stayed nearby started to come out of their shock, they began snapping photos of Joey, as he struggled to keep a hold of the shooter. Nearby, more reporters had surrounded Monica and Chandler.
Monica pulled herself up, dizzy from hitting the ground so hard. She looked down at her white wedding dress, and saw that it was covered in blood. She took a deep shaky breath, then looked around for Chandler. He was lying two feet away, his body contorted into a twisted heap. Monica crawled toward Chandler, ignoring the flashes from the paparazzi cameras. She turned Chandler over, and saw that, to her horror, he had been hit by most of the bullets. She layed his head in her lap, and looked up into the crowd of strangers.
"Ross!" she screamed, and in mere seconds, her brother was at her side.
"Mon, there you are! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's Chandler. Get some help, please!" she cried, then looked down at Chandler, trying desperately to wake him up.
"Please, baby, please stay with me. Please," she cried, rocking his lifeless body back and forth, and kissing his bloodied forehead. "Please, Chandler. Please."
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uuuuhhhgh. I am sick of this fic. i'm sure you are too. The next Chapter will be an epilogue.