Okay, I'm back...kinda. This chapter is pretty crappy, mostly because I can't really concentrate at the moment. But writing is a good way to distract myself from the hell that is my life at the moment, so, uh, my apologies if this chapter makes no sense.
If Love Is All We Have, Chapter Eleven
"If I Never See You Again"
~Prague~
"Monica, we have the results of your pregnancy test."
Monica sat on her bed, paralyzed with fear. She closed her eyes, and awaited her fate.
"It looks like you are about a month along," Frank said slowly.
Monica opened her eyes, and tried her hardest to not act as shocked as she was. She was pregnant? Or was this the work of Thomas and Francesco? Her mind was in such a whirl, she barely heard Frank talking to her.
"I suggest you get some rest. I don't want anything happening to my grandchild," Frank stated, then left the room.
*
Thomas came in a few minutes after Frank had left.
"Monica? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Did you um...did you do this?" she whispered.
"Do what?"
"Frank says I'm a month pregnant. Did you switch the tests?"
"No. I was going to, but I couldn't get to them. Frank is really paranoid now."
Monica's eyes widened at what Thomas was saying. "You mean--"
"You're really pregnant, Monica."
Monica smiled widely, as tears fell down her face. She was really pregnant. It was wonderful, and terrible at the same time. She needed Chandler now, more than ever.
***
Chandler made his way out of the train station, and down the dark, windy back streets of downtown Prague. His mind was racing. Why had Monica come back? They were so close to escaping! He shook his head, and prayed that she was okay. He would not be able to live with himself if anything happened to her. He made his way down a narrow, cobblestone street, and for the first time, he noticed how cold it was. He wrapped his jacket tightly around him, and made his way up the street. As he turned the corner, he ran into a tall, burly man as he staggered out of a small pub.
"Sorry!" Chandler exclaimed, and backed up.
"I'll give you something to be sorry about," the man slurred in broken English, and lunged toward Chandler.
His giant hands hit Chandler square in the chest, and sent him careening toward a brick wall. He landed with a thud, and the giant drunk man fell with him, passing out cold.
***
Monica sat in a large chair, watching the morning sun light up the sky. She sighed heavily, and wondered what her life would be like right now, if she was still in New York. She wished that she was back there, and that none of this had ever happened. She missed her brother, and her friends. She missed Chandler. Her mind wandered back to the day that Chandler had been taken, the day everything had changed. Up until that moment, she was so happy. He'd made her happy. And now they were having a baby. Monica shook her head, and prayed that she would wake up at any moment, and that she would be in New York, and Chandler would be asleep next to her.
***
Chandler opened his eyes, and squinted, as the morning sun shone down onto his face. He groaned, and gingerly touched the back of his head. He sat up slowly, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was in a small, darkened room, and the man that had attacked him was sleeping on the other side. He shook his head. Suddenly, a windowless door swung open, and a uniformed police officer walked in.
"Where am I?" Chandler asked.
The man looked at him strangely, obviously not understanding him.
Chandler shook his head, and closed his eyes. He hadn't spoken Czech since he'd left here. He mentally filtered through his memory, trying to remember which words to use. He opened his eyes when it finally came to him, and he asked the man the same question again, this time, in Czech.
The man nodded, and answered Chandler. Chandler repeated the words in his own head a few times, translating the answer. He was in jail? Why? He looked up at the officer, and was about to ask him what was happening. But before he could, two more officers entered, and pulled Chandler to his feet, then led him out of the room, and into another, slightly larger room. Once there, Chandler tried his best to explain what had happened to him the previous night. The men looked at Chandler suspiciously, and Chandler began to panic. He needed to get to the compound. He needed to get to Monica.
Finally, after four hours of seemingly pointless interrogation, the police let Chandler leave the station. He rushed out of town and toward the compound, his head throbbing, and his mind in a whirl.
*
It was almost dark by the time Chandler reached the compound. Much like Monica had, he clambered up the wall, and into the garden. He made his way toward the main house, and slipped into the back kitchen through the servant's entrance. Slowly making his way down the narrow corridors, he peered around the corner of the main hall, and watched silently as Frank made his way into his office. Once the door was closed, Chandler moved down the hallway toward Monica's room. At least he hoped that she was still in there. As he approached the door, he heard another door open. Startled, he backed up against the wall, and froze, hoping that whomever it was would not notice him. An armed guard made his way down the hallway, just as Frank was emerging from him office. Chandler took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door, and quietly slipped inside. He watched Frank and the guard through the crack in the door, and saw that neither seemed to have noticed him. He closed the door softly, and exhaled.
"Thomas, is that you?" Chandler heard Monica's voice coming from the bathroom. He turned, just as Monica made her way into the room.
"Ch-Chandler?"
"Hi," he whispered.
It took everything Monica had not to yell out excitedly. She ran toward Chandler, and wrapped her arms around him. He picked her up, and held onto her tightly.
"I'm so happy you're okay," he whispered into her hair.
"Ditto," she replied, her voice cracking.
"We have to get you out of here," Chandler whispered. "Come on." He took her hand, and led her out of the bedroom. Following the same course he had used to get into the compound, he and Monica made their way out into the garden. They walked up to the wall, and stopped to catch their breath.
"We're gonna have to climb over," Chandler whispered.
"Yeah, I know, I did it to get in here," Monica replied.
"Oh. Right," Chandler laughed. "Great minds think alike."
Chandler and Monica both looked up at the wall, and, as Chandler gave Monica a boost up the side, he heard the distinctive sound of a gun being cocked behind him. He turned slowly, and came face to face with the barrel of a gun, and one of Frank's guards.
"Get her down," the man barked.
Chandler pulled Monica off the wall, and pulled her behind him protectively. The guard swung his gun, indicating that they should walk toward the house. As they walked slowly toward the main house, Chandler wrapped his arm around Monica.
"It'll be okay," he whispered, though he wasn't so sure himself.
Monica nodded blankly, as the guard made a lewd remark about Monica, in German. Chandler picked up on the remark, and swung around, his eyes gleaming with hatred.
"Watch your mouth," Chandler replied in German, surprising both the guard and Monica with his fluency.
*
Chandler, Monica and the guard made their way into Frank's office. Frank was sitting in his chair, and didn't look the least bit surprised to see either of them.
"Peter, you are quite the little James Bond," Frank spat sarcastically.
"Let Monica go," Chandler replied, "And I'll do whatever you want."
"It's a liitle late for negotiations," Frank said calmly. "I have more use for her than I do for you."
"What?"
"Monica didn't tell you? Well, let me be the first to congratulate you on your impending fatherhood," Frank smiled.
"Wh-what?" Chandler looked at Monica, who simply nodded sadly.
"Billy, take Monica back to her room."
"NO!" Monica shouted, as the large bodyguard dragged her away from Chandler. Chandler looked at her sadly, as she struggled to free herself. "Chandler!"
"Monica, I'm sorry! I love you, and if I never see you again--"
"Get her out of here!" Frank yelled.
"If you kill him, I'll make sure this baby isn't born!" Monica screamed, as Billy pulled her out of the room.
"Well, we'll make sure that doesn't happen," Frank muttered.
If Love Is All We Have, Chapter Eleven
"If I Never See You Again"
~Prague~
"Monica, we have the results of your pregnancy test."
Monica sat on her bed, paralyzed with fear. She closed her eyes, and awaited her fate.
"It looks like you are about a month along," Frank said slowly.
Monica opened her eyes, and tried her hardest to not act as shocked as she was. She was pregnant? Or was this the work of Thomas and Francesco? Her mind was in such a whirl, she barely heard Frank talking to her.
"I suggest you get some rest. I don't want anything happening to my grandchild," Frank stated, then left the room.
*
Thomas came in a few minutes after Frank had left.
"Monica? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Did you um...did you do this?" she whispered.
"Do what?"
"Frank says I'm a month pregnant. Did you switch the tests?"
"No. I was going to, but I couldn't get to them. Frank is really paranoid now."
Monica's eyes widened at what Thomas was saying. "You mean--"
"You're really pregnant, Monica."
Monica smiled widely, as tears fell down her face. She was really pregnant. It was wonderful, and terrible at the same time. She needed Chandler now, more than ever.
***
Chandler made his way out of the train station, and down the dark, windy back streets of downtown Prague. His mind was racing. Why had Monica come back? They were so close to escaping! He shook his head, and prayed that she was okay. He would not be able to live with himself if anything happened to her. He made his way down a narrow, cobblestone street, and for the first time, he noticed how cold it was. He wrapped his jacket tightly around him, and made his way up the street. As he turned the corner, he ran into a tall, burly man as he staggered out of a small pub.
"Sorry!" Chandler exclaimed, and backed up.
"I'll give you something to be sorry about," the man slurred in broken English, and lunged toward Chandler.
His giant hands hit Chandler square in the chest, and sent him careening toward a brick wall. He landed with a thud, and the giant drunk man fell with him, passing out cold.
***
Monica sat in a large chair, watching the morning sun light up the sky. She sighed heavily, and wondered what her life would be like right now, if she was still in New York. She wished that she was back there, and that none of this had ever happened. She missed her brother, and her friends. She missed Chandler. Her mind wandered back to the day that Chandler had been taken, the day everything had changed. Up until that moment, she was so happy. He'd made her happy. And now they were having a baby. Monica shook her head, and prayed that she would wake up at any moment, and that she would be in New York, and Chandler would be asleep next to her.
***
Chandler opened his eyes, and squinted, as the morning sun shone down onto his face. He groaned, and gingerly touched the back of his head. He sat up slowly, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was in a small, darkened room, and the man that had attacked him was sleeping on the other side. He shook his head. Suddenly, a windowless door swung open, and a uniformed police officer walked in.
"Where am I?" Chandler asked.
The man looked at him strangely, obviously not understanding him.
Chandler shook his head, and closed his eyes. He hadn't spoken Czech since he'd left here. He mentally filtered through his memory, trying to remember which words to use. He opened his eyes when it finally came to him, and he asked the man the same question again, this time, in Czech.
The man nodded, and answered Chandler. Chandler repeated the words in his own head a few times, translating the answer. He was in jail? Why? He looked up at the officer, and was about to ask him what was happening. But before he could, two more officers entered, and pulled Chandler to his feet, then led him out of the room, and into another, slightly larger room. Once there, Chandler tried his best to explain what had happened to him the previous night. The men looked at Chandler suspiciously, and Chandler began to panic. He needed to get to the compound. He needed to get to Monica.
Finally, after four hours of seemingly pointless interrogation, the police let Chandler leave the station. He rushed out of town and toward the compound, his head throbbing, and his mind in a whirl.
*
It was almost dark by the time Chandler reached the compound. Much like Monica had, he clambered up the wall, and into the garden. He made his way toward the main house, and slipped into the back kitchen through the servant's entrance. Slowly making his way down the narrow corridors, he peered around the corner of the main hall, and watched silently as Frank made his way into his office. Once the door was closed, Chandler moved down the hallway toward Monica's room. At least he hoped that she was still in there. As he approached the door, he heard another door open. Startled, he backed up against the wall, and froze, hoping that whomever it was would not notice him. An armed guard made his way down the hallway, just as Frank was emerging from him office. Chandler took a deep breath, and opened the bedroom door, and quietly slipped inside. He watched Frank and the guard through the crack in the door, and saw that neither seemed to have noticed him. He closed the door softly, and exhaled.
"Thomas, is that you?" Chandler heard Monica's voice coming from the bathroom. He turned, just as Monica made her way into the room.
"Ch-Chandler?"
"Hi," he whispered.
It took everything Monica had not to yell out excitedly. She ran toward Chandler, and wrapped her arms around him. He picked her up, and held onto her tightly.
"I'm so happy you're okay," he whispered into her hair.
"Ditto," she replied, her voice cracking.
"We have to get you out of here," Chandler whispered. "Come on." He took her hand, and led her out of the bedroom. Following the same course he had used to get into the compound, he and Monica made their way out into the garden. They walked up to the wall, and stopped to catch their breath.
"We're gonna have to climb over," Chandler whispered.
"Yeah, I know, I did it to get in here," Monica replied.
"Oh. Right," Chandler laughed. "Great minds think alike."
Chandler and Monica both looked up at the wall, and, as Chandler gave Monica a boost up the side, he heard the distinctive sound of a gun being cocked behind him. He turned slowly, and came face to face with the barrel of a gun, and one of Frank's guards.
"Get her down," the man barked.
Chandler pulled Monica off the wall, and pulled her behind him protectively. The guard swung his gun, indicating that they should walk toward the house. As they walked slowly toward the main house, Chandler wrapped his arm around Monica.
"It'll be okay," he whispered, though he wasn't so sure himself.
Monica nodded blankly, as the guard made a lewd remark about Monica, in German. Chandler picked up on the remark, and swung around, his eyes gleaming with hatred.
"Watch your mouth," Chandler replied in German, surprising both the guard and Monica with his fluency.
*
Chandler, Monica and the guard made their way into Frank's office. Frank was sitting in his chair, and didn't look the least bit surprised to see either of them.
"Peter, you are quite the little James Bond," Frank spat sarcastically.
"Let Monica go," Chandler replied, "And I'll do whatever you want."
"It's a liitle late for negotiations," Frank said calmly. "I have more use for her than I do for you."
"What?"
"Monica didn't tell you? Well, let me be the first to congratulate you on your impending fatherhood," Frank smiled.
"Wh-what?" Chandler looked at Monica, who simply nodded sadly.
"Billy, take Monica back to her room."
"NO!" Monica shouted, as the large bodyguard dragged her away from Chandler. Chandler looked at her sadly, as she struggled to free herself. "Chandler!"
"Monica, I'm sorry! I love you, and if I never see you again--"
"Get her out of here!" Frank yelled.
"If you kill him, I'll make sure this baby isn't born!" Monica screamed, as Billy pulled her out of the room.
"Well, we'll make sure that doesn't happen," Frank muttered.