~*Hello all, thanks for reviewing. Anyway, here is the next part, the song is by Tracy Chapman. And it's a really sad song, but one of my absolute favorites, and I wanted to use it.~*
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, but I'm working on syndication rights.
Chandler screamed out her name again. The car had flung her body into the air and onto the ground so cruelly (AN: For those of you who saw the movie, I changed it on you, didn't I?).
"Monica!" He screamed and ran over to her and dropped to his knees. The bagels were strewn all over the place and her blood, oh God, her blood. She blinked her blue eyes. She was still alive. Thank God. She was still alive.
"Call an ambulance," he heard someone yell. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a familiar figure. Will. He couldn't think about him right then, all he could focus on was saving Monica. She had to live. She had to.
"Come on, sweetheart, hold on," Chandler begged holding her in his arms.
"Chandler," she mumbled.
"Monica? Be strong, okay? Be strong."
"I love you."
"There will time for that later," he told her and she weakly shook her head.
"No, Chandler, I love you."
"I love you too. Oh God, Monica, don't leave me again." She didn't notice the again part, she was drifting off into unconsciousness.
"No, Monica," he pleaded. "Please talk to me. Imagine our kids. Our two boys and two girls. Remember? We were supposed to have four kids. Imagine them in your mind. You can't leave me. You just can't. I won't survive." His tears began to fall. He heard the sound of sirens and he had a glimmer of hope.
"Chandler," she mumbled again. "Don't leave me."
"I won't, but you're going to have to promise me the same thing." She nodded slightly.
"It hurts," she said softly.
"I know, baby, and I would gladly make it go away if I could." Why didn't he jump in front of her? He knew that it all happened in a split second, but still. Why didn't he stop it? He shouldn't have let her go out for bagels. They should have stayed inside all day. The paramedics ran up and started working on her.
"What's her name?" The one asked Chandler.
"Monica. Monica Bing."
"Are you her husband?" He nodded numbly.
"Come on sir," he said and helped Chandler into the ambulance next to Monica.
"Is she going to be okay?" Chandler asked. The paramedics looked at each other. Chandler knew what that look meant. Who wants to tell the husband that his wife is dying?
If you wait for me
and I'll come for you
although I have traveled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
if you think of me
if you miss me once in awhile
then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart
Chandler was on his fourth cup of coffee. The gang was huddled in one corner of the waiting room.
"At least we had that last great night," Phoebe pointed out. "I mean, we had fun last night." They all nodded numbly. No one was talking. Chandler was pacing back and forth. He saw Will again by the coffee machine. He made his way over.
"Why?" He asked. There was no anger. He didn't have enough emotions left to be angry.
"I told you," Will said. "Even I can't change fate."
"But...you did. You brought her back. Bring her back again."
"You only wished to have her returned," Will told him. "You never specified for how long."
"Forever," Chandler told him. "I'm specifying now. I want forever with her."
"It doesn't work that way," Will explained to him.
"But I still didn't get to say goodbye." Will thought about this for a few seconds and then turned to Chandler.
"You got to hold her again. You got hear her say she loved you one last time. You got to tell her that you loved her in return." Will took his cup of coffee. "That's more than most people get."
"It's not enough," Chandler retorted. "Please, please don't take her away from me."
"Life happens for a reason," Will told him and walked away and into the crowded hospital. Chandler banged his fist against the machine and returned to his friends.
"Who was that?" Phoebe asked. Then she looked at the man again. Images flooded into her mind. The last time they were here. The walk through the park. Throwing the quarters into the fountain. The man who asked if Chandler had made a good wish. She gasped and they all turned concerned.
"What's the matter Phoebe?" Joey asked.
"Chandler? Can I talk to you?" She asked standing up and pulling him into an alcove where she could talk to him privately. He must be going crazy, she thought to herself.
"What's the matter? Can this wait?" Chandler was fidgeting. He was so nervous, so scared. More scared then he had ever been before. She had died instantly the first time. There was none of this.
"You made a wish," Phoebe stated. Chandler's expression changed.
"You remember?" He asked.
"It just came back to me," she told him.
"Oh Pheebs," Chandler said slumping against the wall. "Will made my wish come true, but she would only get to come back for a week. In a week, I was told that I would lose her again. And now I'm going to." The tears came fast and furiously. He thought he could beat Fate. Now he had to realize that Fate was going to win. Fate now was like a person that had beat him, no longer an inanimate object, but something so real and so very cruel.
"We can't lose her," Phoebe whispered holding Chandler in her arms. "It's not over yet." But, in the back of Chandler's mind came the voice, maybe it is.
remembering, your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace
I'll find my way, back to you
if you'll be waiting too
If you dream of me
like I dream of you
in a place that's warm and dark
in a place where I can feel the beating of your heart
"Mr. Bing?" The doctor's voice three hours later awoke them and Chandler leapt to his feet.
"Is she still alive?" He asked.
"She's still alive," the doctor nodded. "And you can go see her. But I have to warn you, it's still very much touch and go. She's stable for now." Chandler followed the doctor back to where Monica was laying on the bed. She looked so frail and fragile that Chandler almost feared touching her. All she had to do was make it to midnight. If she made it past midnight, then well, Fate will have been broken. Chandler will have won. She would still be alive.
"Mon? I don't know if you can hear me," he started. "But you need to hang on. For a little bit longer. I need you here. Remember your promise? I promised to stay with you, but you had to promise the same thing back. You need to stay here with me. I can't function without you. I've tried it before, and let me tell you something, baby, it doesn't work very well." He began to cry again and laid his head on her chest where he could hear her heart beating. Weakly, yes, but beating never-the-less.
"Oh please, Mon," he prayed. "Please don't leave me."
remembering, your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
if you be waiting too
I've longed for you
and I have desired
to see your face
your smile
to be with you
wherever you are
Chandler had fallen asleep and when he woke up he glanced at the clock. He read the time, 1:08. Then he looked back and read it again not believing what he was reading. 1:08. It was a new day, and Monica...well, she while she wasn't exactly conversational, she was most certainly alive. She had survived the week. Barely, but that was besides the point. She was breathing, her heart beating. She was alive. Chandler kissed her forehead.
"Monica? You made it babe, you made the week," Chandler told her. "Now wake up."
"Mr. Bing?" A doctor came into the room.
"Yes?"
"I was going to tell you, but then you came running in here, and I wanted to make sure that she would make it," the doctor started.
"Is she going to make it?" Chandler asked.
"I do believe so," the doctor grinned. "And the baby will too." Baby? Did he just say baby? Chandler's head was spinning.
"Baby?"
"Yes, Mr. Bing, your wife is pregnant." Chandler kissed Monica's cheek.
"Hear that Mon? We're going to be parents."
"It's quite amazing that your wife survived, and its a miracle that your baby did." A miracle. The words bounced around Chandler's head. A miracle that she survived. A miracle that the baby did. She's pregnant. I should go tell everyone, Chandler thought to himself and he practically skipped out of her room. The gang was sleeping on the uncomfortable chairs waiting for Chandler to bring any new news.
"Hey, wake up," he shook them gently.
"Is she okay?" Rachel asked as soon as she was awake.
"They think that she's going to be okay, and..." he paused for dramatic effect. "So is the baby."
"The baby?" They all exclaimed happily hugging and kissing each other and offering Chandler congratulations.
"Can we go see her?" Ross asked. Chandler nodded and led them back to her room where to his surprise, blue eyes were fluttering open.
"Monica?" They all asked. And she opened her eyes and smiled weakly at them.
"You all came," she said. She looked at Chandler. "You didn't leave."
"How could I?" He asked. "I promised." She smiled again. "Mon? Did you know that you were pregnant?"
"I was pregnant?" She asked shocked and then her eyes brimmed with tears. "Did I lose the baby?"
"No," Chandler told her kissing her forehead. "You didn't lose the baby. Everyone is just fine." He turned his head and saw Will in the hallway. Will winked his eye at Chandler and disappeared.
remembering, your touch, your kiss, your warm embrace
I'll find my way back to you
please say, you'll be waiting
together again
if it feels so good to be
in your arms
where all my journeys end
Two years later:
"Will! Will, honey, please smile at the camera," Monica begged her sixteen-month-old. In defiance of his mother, Will began to whimper and cry.
"Chandler, honey? Can you make him stop crying?" Monica called to Chandler who set down the plate of hotdogs and came jogging over. He helped his seven-months pregnant wife to her feet and she smiled gratefully at him.
"Come on Will," Chandler said as he scooped up his son and set him in the playpen set up under the tree in their backyard.
"Hey!" Phoebe's voice called as the rest of their friends streamed into the backyard. Monica gave everyone a hug and then sat down on one of the chaise lounges they had on the patio.
"I'm exhausted," she exclaimed.
"You're also pregnant," Rachel reminded her. "With a toddler. You're allowed to be tired." Monica smiled. Chandler came over and kissed her gently.
"And I for one, am glad that we could celebrate our third year anniversary."
"Me too," Monica said.
"Me three," Phoebe agreed giving Chandler a wink. She remembered all too well what could have happened two years ago if Monica hadn't of made it through the night. She had been through that once, and she had sure as Hell didn't want to do it again.
"Should we take a group picture?" Rachel asked.
"Yes, go get Will," Monica told her husband and he picked their son out of the playpen and sat him down on his mother's lap.
"Or what's left of it," Monica joked as she tried to get Will situated. A neighbor who was cutting his hedges smiled at the seven of them.
"Would you like me to take that for you?" He called over.
"Would you?" Monica asked. "That would be so great." The man set down his shears and took the camera off of Chandler. Chandler looked up and caught the man's eye.
"Will."
"Chandler." Then he snapped the picture and left the yard, and left a note where he had been that Chandler leaned over and picked up.
Chandler~ Some things are stronger than fate. Such as a promise. Keep her close and make sure she always knows how much she means to you~ Will.
Chandler refolded the note and smiled.
I will make a promise
if its one that you can keep
I vow to come to you
if you will wait for me
and say you'll hold a place for me
in your heart
a place for me in your heart
a place for me in your heart
a place for me in your heart
~* I hoped that you enjoyed it. I needed something sweet and sappy. And quite frankly, I just couldn't let her die. Anyway, please leave a review. Or as my friend's answering machine currently says....Leave.....me.....a......message.............please : )*~