Part 3
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters…..
Naturally a change of tense is oddly required, despite the fact that so far it has been written in the past. And also, naturally, it's Chandlers POV…
I see the white envelope, I reach out to open it, it reads:
Dear Chandler
I'm glad you have finally got to read my letter. Of course it has taken you 4 years to find this letter, or maybe you already have but haven't even considered opening it until now, and obviously it contains a piece of information that will change your life forever. No one in real life ever writes letters like this but here it is.
I'm sorry I've left you. It's all for the best, I promise you. But I think that you should probably know that you have a son, another son. His name is Chandler Bing Jr.
All my love
Monica
XX
I can't believe it. He's my son. Even with a degree at NYU and even though I am the most intelligent 'friend, Ross may think he is but what use is knowing about animals that have been dead for millions of years? I couldn't have figured it out, hell Joey could have worked this one out. How could I have been so stupid, his eyes, his everything about him is me.
I sit here waiting, and thinking what to do. I need to find Monica. But this was the desert. But this was Fanfiction. I leave the apartment and go into the desert; I know somehow in the predictable world that I live in that I will be able to find Monica.
I search for hours, even though she is likely to be in the most obvious place, I have to search there the very last. I decide after a while to go to that obvious place: the restaurant we went to on our first date. Naturally it's a chain restaurant, which has many outlets over the world including the Gobi desert.
She is sitting there with her….my son. He has ice cream all over his face. He looks so cute. I stand here looking at them for what seems like ages. Now I pluck up the courage to step inside.
"Monica….." I can barely speak the words, tears forming in my eyes "I read the letter……..I know"
"Chandler" she looks at me with dazzling sapphire eyes " I love you"
I can't believe she said it, after all this time, she still loves me.
"Please Monica, lets start again, lets start over"
"Yes, Chandler, we can"
I can't believe it was that easy. Despite the fact she cheated on me, despite the fact she left our children, and me and despite the fact that she had a child for three years without me knowing about, I can forgive her without any sense of regret. I would never be that easy in real life. It was that easy, we could start again just like that and be back to how we were.
I look at my son, who is looking back at me with questioning eyes.
"Hey son" I tell him "I'm your daddy"
"Oh…ok!" He said and gave me a hug, it was incredibly easy for him to accept that, and ask no questions. But it always seemed like that whenever I met my secret 11 children that I had all which were Monica's.
It has been three weeks. Three great weeks, everything is back to normal and fine, despite everything that we've been through. I love her so much, every time I look at her, I cant believe I survived for so long without her.
The doorbell rings, and I go to answer it. Mississippi is there ready to look after the children. Mississippi was naturally 15 and had an attitude problem, and was very similar to the author of this who felt she needed to add in a character based entirely on herself. As neither me nor Monica ever go to work it seems weird that we have a baby sitter, but it means Monica and me have more time to spend together. Mississippi has only come back since Monica's return. She works with Monica at the weekends. I haven't seen her in ages, its nice to see her again. Even with the little time I spend with her I still manage to have an inexplicable bond with her, like she's part of our family.
I greet her, pleased to see her again after so long. I don't know if it's my memory loss that's affected me but I suddenly notice something strange about Mississippi, something I've never noticed but can't quite explain what it is.
"Hey Miss Bing, thanks for coming over at such short notice" Monica says
I suddenly stop in my tracks "Why Miss Bing?" I question.
"Because that would be my surname…" Mississippi quipped
Again there's that feeling, somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I don't know what it is.
"Yeah…." I reply, confused.
There was something about Mississippi, she was sarcastic and quippy, and had the exact characteristics of someone whose gay father had left them when they were 9 years old for the butler boy. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was that gave me the strange feeling.
"OMG!" I cried " I had a sister, her name was Mississippi! There can't be TWO Mississippi Bings can there?"
Everything suddenly came together; I had again failed to recognize my own relatative even though the evidence was painfully obvious. I guess it was just because it all seemed to be to unrealistic. I guess my life was like that though, what with nine comas, 14 near death experiences, reincarnated 4 times, 13 children, 12 of which were secret ones I knew nothing about, 3 long lost sisters, and identical twin, and the fact my father was secretly an alien from Pluto. At least I had been lucky enough to find the love of my life and be able to forgive her no matter what she did.
I run up and hug my long lost sister; I can't believe I have found her after so long. I had searched many times before, phone directories, detective agencies, everything. It doesn't seem possible that she could be right in front of you- working with your wife, and looking after your children. I have so many questions and so much to catch up on with my sister………..
Should I continue??????? Its getting a bit crap now I feel…….
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters…..
Naturally a change of tense is oddly required, despite the fact that so far it has been written in the past. And also, naturally, it's Chandlers POV…
I see the white envelope, I reach out to open it, it reads:
Dear Chandler
I'm glad you have finally got to read my letter. Of course it has taken you 4 years to find this letter, or maybe you already have but haven't even considered opening it until now, and obviously it contains a piece of information that will change your life forever. No one in real life ever writes letters like this but here it is.
I'm sorry I've left you. It's all for the best, I promise you. But I think that you should probably know that you have a son, another son. His name is Chandler Bing Jr.
All my love
Monica
XX
I can't believe it. He's my son. Even with a degree at NYU and even though I am the most intelligent 'friend, Ross may think he is but what use is knowing about animals that have been dead for millions of years? I couldn't have figured it out, hell Joey could have worked this one out. How could I have been so stupid, his eyes, his everything about him is me.
I sit here waiting, and thinking what to do. I need to find Monica. But this was the desert. But this was Fanfiction. I leave the apartment and go into the desert; I know somehow in the predictable world that I live in that I will be able to find Monica.
I search for hours, even though she is likely to be in the most obvious place, I have to search there the very last. I decide after a while to go to that obvious place: the restaurant we went to on our first date. Naturally it's a chain restaurant, which has many outlets over the world including the Gobi desert.
She is sitting there with her….my son. He has ice cream all over his face. He looks so cute. I stand here looking at them for what seems like ages. Now I pluck up the courage to step inside.
"Monica….." I can barely speak the words, tears forming in my eyes "I read the letter……..I know"
"Chandler" she looks at me with dazzling sapphire eyes " I love you"
I can't believe she said it, after all this time, she still loves me.
"Please Monica, lets start again, lets start over"
"Yes, Chandler, we can"
I can't believe it was that easy. Despite the fact she cheated on me, despite the fact she left our children, and me and despite the fact that she had a child for three years without me knowing about, I can forgive her without any sense of regret. I would never be that easy in real life. It was that easy, we could start again just like that and be back to how we were.
I look at my son, who is looking back at me with questioning eyes.
"Hey son" I tell him "I'm your daddy"
"Oh…ok!" He said and gave me a hug, it was incredibly easy for him to accept that, and ask no questions. But it always seemed like that whenever I met my secret 11 children that I had all which were Monica's.
It has been three weeks. Three great weeks, everything is back to normal and fine, despite everything that we've been through. I love her so much, every time I look at her, I cant believe I survived for so long without her.
The doorbell rings, and I go to answer it. Mississippi is there ready to look after the children. Mississippi was naturally 15 and had an attitude problem, and was very similar to the author of this who felt she needed to add in a character based entirely on herself. As neither me nor Monica ever go to work it seems weird that we have a baby sitter, but it means Monica and me have more time to spend together. Mississippi has only come back since Monica's return. She works with Monica at the weekends. I haven't seen her in ages, its nice to see her again. Even with the little time I spend with her I still manage to have an inexplicable bond with her, like she's part of our family.
I greet her, pleased to see her again after so long. I don't know if it's my memory loss that's affected me but I suddenly notice something strange about Mississippi, something I've never noticed but can't quite explain what it is.
"Hey Miss Bing, thanks for coming over at such short notice" Monica says
I suddenly stop in my tracks "Why Miss Bing?" I question.
"Because that would be my surname…" Mississippi quipped
Again there's that feeling, somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I don't know what it is.
"Yeah…." I reply, confused.
There was something about Mississippi, she was sarcastic and quippy, and had the exact characteristics of someone whose gay father had left them when they were 9 years old for the butler boy. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was that gave me the strange feeling.
"OMG!" I cried " I had a sister, her name was Mississippi! There can't be TWO Mississippi Bings can there?"
Everything suddenly came together; I had again failed to recognize my own relatative even though the evidence was painfully obvious. I guess it was just because it all seemed to be to unrealistic. I guess my life was like that though, what with nine comas, 14 near death experiences, reincarnated 4 times, 13 children, 12 of which were secret ones I knew nothing about, 3 long lost sisters, and identical twin, and the fact my father was secretly an alien from Pluto. At least I had been lucky enough to find the love of my life and be able to forgive her no matter what she did.
I run up and hug my long lost sister; I can't believe I have found her after so long. I had searched many times before, phone directories, detective agencies, everything. It doesn't seem possible that she could be right in front of you- working with your wife, and looking after your children. I have so many questions and so much to catch up on with my sister………..
Should I continue??????? Its getting a bit crap now I feel…….