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"Chandler?" Monica started. Her palms had gone sweaty and she was half afraid she would drop the phone. "I have some big news."

"What is it?" He asked. She took another deep breath.

"I'm buying another restaurant," she said and waited.

"That's great!" He told her. "In Boston?"

"No," she said.

"New York?" His voice sounded hopeful.

"Not quite," she said. "London." There was silence. He was no doubt thinking of London like she had been thinking of London.

"That's wonderful," he said. "You've always dreamed of this."

"I know," she replied. Now here came the question that she dreaded asking. "Is this going to make things even harder on us? I mean, even if you do get a transfer to Boston, I'll be flying in and out and...Chandler? What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," he said softly. "That London will be beautiful in the fall." She almost dropped the phone. "I'm thinking I might finally believe in fate."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because I just got a promotion which causes me to travel," he said. "I got the transfer to Boston and I also got the promotion which causes me to have to travel."

"To London?" She asked. She couldn't keep the happiness from edging into her voice.

"To London, among other places."

"Oh Chandler!" The happiness wore off though, when he wanted to hold her and he couldn't. She was too far away. They talked for a little while longer before saying goodbye, it usually took a little while for them to hang up the phone. Neither one wanted to be the first, but at the same time both were afraid of being one of those ultra-sweet sickening couples that couldn't hang up the phone. So Chandler finally said goodbye and hung up and sighed and leaned back. London. London kept running through his head as one of those memories that seemed half made up. It couldn't be real. Times when you feel that good couldn't possibly be real. But he was staring at a picture of them beside their bed in New York. He couldn't wait to be in Boston with her. He wouldn't ever admit that he wasn't complete without her. He had told her once how he felt.

"I'd travel to the ends of the earth for you," he told her as they were lying in bed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but please don't make me, I hear it's really hot near the equator," he had quipped. He could never be quite serious, and so usually a stupid comment came out. He was famous for them. She had hit him with a pillow and he smiled at the memory. He knew how to push her buttons, but she knew that he was doing it on purpose, so she rarely ever held it against him. He sighed and leaned back against the couch. London. London had been the best night of his life. He couldn't stop thinking of it now, and her. Monica ran through his head twenty-four hours a day. He couldn't wait to be with her and hug her and love her and have her kiss him goodnight and tell him that she loved him. Her voice saying those words, her face smiling back at him as she said them. God, he was turning into one of those sickening people he and Joey used to throw things at on the street. As if on cue, Joey walked in.

"Hey man," he said. "I got a bag of balloons, want to fill them up and throw them at people?"

"Read my mind," Chandler said laughing.

"It's good Monica's not here," Joey pointed out. "Or she wouldn't let us use the balcony. Everyone knows you can get a better arch off there than my fire escape." Chandler laughed.

"Yeah," he agreed and they got Monica's cleaning buckets and filled them with water balloons and took them to the balcony and began to toss water balloons down.

"Cops!" Joey said and they stopped throwing and laid flat on the ground. They waited a significant amount of time before restarting the throwing of the balloons. (A/N: Being the trouble maker I was when I was little, my brother and I would sit on our roof and throw water balloons at the mailperson. Well, we did until he found out it was us and told our mother). For one afternoon Chandler didn't think of Monica. It was nice to have a break every once in a while.

"Excuse me, miss," the flight attendant's voice awoke Monica. "We're landing." Monica smiled and nodded yawning. It was one of the numerous trips over to London to check on the progress of the new restaurant, and the flight didn't seem to get any easier. The plane landed and Monica got up and walked off with her carry-on in her hand. She got a cab and went to the apartment that her and Chandler were renting when they were in London. She dropped the bag on the floor and walked towards the bedroom. Sleep was the only thing that she wanted to do, that she could comprehend. She flipped on the bedroom lights and sat on the bed and rubbed her temples. She pulled down the covers and climbed in and then switched off the light and laid in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. The ringing of the phone broke through the silent night and she groaned as she reached over to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi baby," Chandler said. "Your flight go okay?"

"Fine," she said sleepily.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted."

"I'll let you go then, I just wanted to call and make sure you were okay," he told her.

"Thanks, you're so sweet," she said.

"I try," he told her. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she told him yawning. She hung up the phone and welcomed the sleep that took her in.

The next morning she woke up and made herself a cup of coffee.

"Not the same as Gunther's," she commented making a face and dumping it into the sink. Gunther reminded her of her friends and she made a mental note to call them later that day. With the time difference, and the fact that they were all lazy, she figured they were all still sleeping. Instead she picked up the paper and began to read it. Her eyes skimmed the headlines and she went to pick up the next piece of the paper when a small white sheet of folded paper flitted to the counter top. She picked it up and saw the familiar cursive writing of her name so neatly printed on the front. Monica unfolded the paper and read the note quickly.

"Come to the bathroom," it read and she followed the instructions. She opened the door and saw that the bathroom was filled with candles and the bathtub was filled with bubbles. Chandler was standing there looking proud of himself in a bathrobe.

"Chandler? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Boston?"

"Not today," he said. "Today I am in London." She smiled and looked at the bathtub.

"Oh Chandler," she said and threw her arms around his neck. "When did you get here?"

"Last night, before you," he said. "How do you think I knew exactly when you got home?" She shrugged, not ready to stop firing questions at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to surprise you." She playfully hit him but kissed him passionately.

"I am certainly surprised," she whispered.

"Good. That was the point." He swept her off her feet and kissed her. "Now get these clothes off and let's get into the tub."

"Mr. Bing? Are you trying to get me naked?" She teased.

"That was the general idea Miss Geller," he told her. Once they were in the bathtub, Monica was leaning against Chandler and he reached up and grabbed a box that he had sitting on the edge. He handed it to her and she looked up at him with surprise registering on her face.

"Open it up," he said softly. She did what she was told and revealed a large diamond ring.

"Chandler," she said sucking in her breath.

"Will you?"

"Like there would be any other answer then yes!"

"Yes?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Yes!" He kissed her and took the ring out of the box to slip on her finger when it slipped out of his grasp and into the bathtub. They looked at each other and just laughed. They climbed out and wrapped robes around themselves and then pulled up their sleeves and began to search through the soapy water for the ring. After a few minutes, Chandler came up triumphant. They sank to the ground and Chandler smiled at her.

"Can I do this right this time?" He asked and she laughed. "Sorry for the delay." She held out her hand and he slipped the ring on and she admired it and smiled.

"London is a great city," she whispered as he held her.

Chandler flew to Rome the next day and Monica flew back to Boston. Chandler had moved there, but it seemed she saw him even less. Their traveling plans rarely ever coordinated, and they both were getting frustrated. Chandler figured though, once they were married, Monica would leave her restaurants in someone else's capable hands and travel with him. Then again, he thought, it is Monica. Monica was sitting in her kitchen one morning in Boston when the doorbell rang. She got up to answer it and found her friends standing there.

"Surprise!" They yelled and filed in and hugged her. Rachel immediately grabbed her hand and yelled.

"That is one and half carats, easy," she told Monica. Monica laughed.

"I missed you guys," she said hugging them.

"We've missed you," Phoebe said.

"I'm starved," Joey announced. "Got any food?" They all laughed.

"One track mind," Ross commented. Joey ran off to the direction that Monica pointed and Ross took her hand. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said.

"Where's Chandler this week?" Phoebe asked looking around the apartment.

"Rome." Monica sighed when she said this and her friends caught on.

"Miss him?" Rachel asked.

"Yes," Monica said with a small smile. "But it makes seeing each other again that much better."

"Too many details," Ross cried covering his ears. "You're still my baby sister."

"Sorry," Monica shrugged. "You asked."

"Ignore him," Rachel instructed and leaned forward to gossip with Monica. "Did you hear about Hannah Anderson?" She then proceeded to divulge into the juicy details about her love life and Monica listened and nodded and smiled as she tried to listen, though she was just happy to have her friends there with her. The next morning she woke up first. Just like old times, she thought with a smile. She got the mail and was happy to find a package postmarked from Rome. She tore off the paper and found a blue scarf beautifully embroidered. She found a note pinned on.

~Just thought it could be your something blue- Chandler~

She grinned and found another envelope in there. Monica ripped it open and found a letter.

Dear Monica, I hope that Boston is good and the gang arrived safely.

"He knew!" She exclaimed and shook her head as she continued to read.

Yes I knew. Sorry, they wanted to surprise you. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I loved you and was thinking about you. I'll be home from Rome, hey that rhymed, in a few days. I can't wait to see you. Start planning the wedding so that we can be married as soon as possible. Money is no object, do whatever you want. Well, to an extent. I'll see you soon. Love always, Chandler.

After she finished the letter she grabbed the phone, and ignoring the fact that it would be a monster phone bill, she made a call to Rome.

"Hello?" It was a woman. What was a woman doing in Chandler's hotel room?

"Chandler?"

"Oh hold on," she heard. "Chandler! Phone's for you. Some woman."

"Hello?" He said when he was handed the phone.

"Chandler?"

"Monica? Hey sweetie," he smiled when he heard her voice. "Did you get the package?"

"Yes...Chandler? Why is there a woman in your room?" She asked. He groaned, he couldn't imagine what she thought when she heard a woman answer the phone. "Chandler? I asked why a woman answered your phone." She waited for an answer. He was going to calmly and rationally explain it to her. She would understand. He hoped.

~* Sorry it took so long to get up. I had SATS, opening night for Musical, and my friends and I decided to go ghost-hunting last night. Which is pretty much riding in my friend's jeep going to places we had heard were haunted. It was actually really fun, anyway, you probably don't care, but review please!!!!!*~