Hey!! Here's the next chapter, sorry it took so long. Also sorry I kill
Monica and Joey again (that was not a giveaway, it is the plot after all)
but this is the last time (maybe)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters they belong to their original creators. ( I wish I could just have the two Matt's though)
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Chandler looked over at the alarm clock and sighed. 7:38. the clock was getting a minute faster every day, he thought. He would have to have that fixed. He looked at Monica still sleeping by his side and memories of the past two days crashed down on him. This was definatly weird.
He tried his best not to wake Monica as he got out of bed and got dressed. He walked in to the living room and past Phoebe on her way to the bathroom.
'Hey Chandler.' She said. Chandler gave her a nervous smile and walked out the door. 'Wait! Where are you going?' She called after him.
'I have to walk. I cant think, I need to think. I need to get out.' He rambled. He needed to think about this. How was it possible to be living the day over and over again? He couldn't have had two dreams. They were too real to be dreams. He didn't know where he was going as he walked. He just went where his feet took him. This ended up to be at Central Park. He sat down at a fountain and tried to think.
'Excuse me, sorry' A middle aged lady said to Chandler as her dog came running up to him with a ball in his mouth giving Chandler a look which seemed to be begging for him to throw it. The lady came and grabbed the dogs collar to put it back on it's leash.
'That's ok.' He said and smiled at her. The smile turned in to a frown when he realised he knew the woman. He just didn't know where from.
'Is anything wrong?' She asked. It was then that Chandler realised he was staring at her. He shook himself out of it and apologised.
'Sorry. it's just you remind me of someone. Have we met before at all?'
'Not that I can think of. Maybe you've seen me at work. Im a nurse at St Allmans hospital.' Chandler froze. Now he remembered. She was one of the nurses at the hospital where Monica and Joey had been taken to. She was the nurse who had told him that Joey had been DOA (AN: that's Dead On Arrival if you don't know). He needed to know something.
'Do you recognize me at all? Uh. you told me that one of my friends had arrived to that hospital dead. Im sure it was you.' The lady seemed to get a little uncomfortable. 'Look sorry but its important.' The lady shook her head and briefly explained that she had to go. As she walked away he turned to go home. He had to stop them from going on the ski trip. They mustn't go.
Just as he started walking his pants started to ring. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and remembered that he had left it there from yesterday.
'Hello?' He said in to the phone.
'Chandler! where the hell are you?' Monicas' voice replied. He realised he hadn't told anyone where he was going. 'Out for a walk' wasn't really a reason.
'Sorry Monica honey. I had to walk. I don't know why.'
'We were worried sick about you!' She said. Chandler winced, she sounded really upset. He heard her sigh. 'Uh. well do you want to go skiing with us today? We're all going but I didn't want to go if we didn't find you. We told Rachel and Phoebe they could go anyway but Ross said he'd rather visit Ben and Joey wanted to help me look for you.' Chandler formed an idea. He thought of a way that he could stop Monica and Joey from going skiing, and almost inevitably certain death. It was so simple. Just not go home. Then they would come look for him.
'Monica. uh, I-I cant come home. Im going to stay in the city. Find me if you want but, uh, um low battery' He lied quickly and hung up the phone. Great, he thought, how would he get of this when they did find him? He didn't really care, it was better then them dieing.
He walked around for ages, not really going anywhere. He wanted to be somewhere that they could find him but no somewhere that was really obvious that he'd be there. He walked around central park for about an hour, watching children playing and dogs running. He didn't know what was going on.
He looked back over the last two days and considered what happened. He had woken up on a normal day, went on a ski trip with his friends and had a god time but then the terrible accident had happened and Monica and Joey died. At 3:16. that's when the accident had happened. And the next time, day, whatever, they had both died within minutes of each other between 3:15 and 3:17.
'Chandler!!' he heard his voice being called. He looked over and saw Phoebe storming in his direction. He stood up and endured himself for what she may yell at him. 'What the hell are you doing?'
'Phoebe, it's difficult to explain.' He said. How could he tell her when he didn't really know what was happening?
'What are you doing here?' She asked, she didn't seem to have heard him.
'What?' He asked. She stared at him and realised.
'Monica and Joey. They're at the hospital.'
Chandler slammed the door of his apartment as he came home. This could NOT be happening. Not again. Twice was way too many times already, he didn't need to lose his wife and best friend another time. He practically threw himself down on the sofa and sat there staring into nothing. He felt that awful feeling once more. The nothingness. He hated it. And he hated not knowing what was happening.
He heard the door open and saw Phoebe enter the room. She walked over to him and sat next to him on the sofa. He sighed and said what he knew he had to say.
'Has anyone told their parents?' He asked. He knew what the response would be; Monicas' parents had been told but not Joey's. they would then ring Joeys' parents home and Mary Angela would answer.
'Ross called his parents but I don't think anyone has told Joey's.' She answered in a monotone. She sighed as she reached over to pick up the phone.
'You know, me and Joey used to play this game; every time we called his parents house we would-'
'Guess which sister would answer the phone and it was weird because you always won and then you start dialing and I'll say Mary Angela as my guess and it will be her on the other end of the line when someone answers and then you'll tell her.' Chandler finished for her. He had had it by now. He stood up and started to pace around the room and began speaking again, his voice raising with each sentence he said. 'And then it'll feel like we can actually admit that they're dead and then it will feel better coz I wont feel this nothingness anymore, I'll feel indescribable pain and then I'll fall asleep and wake up the next morning in bed with Monica and that STUPID broken alarm clock flashing 7:38 and then I will just relive this day again, with the ski trip, and Joey and Monica dieing around quarter past 3.' He finished off shouting.
Phoebe stood up and looked at him. The phone dropped out of hand and fell silently on to the couch.
'You're reliving this day over and over too?' She asked.
Sorry this took along time and wasn't that long but I've been too busy with homework but now its half term I should finish it quite soon. Im also sorry that I keep killing them but that was the last time I promise. Please leave a review ( it really inspires me to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters they belong to their original creators. ( I wish I could just have the two Matt's though)
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Chandler looked over at the alarm clock and sighed. 7:38. the clock was getting a minute faster every day, he thought. He would have to have that fixed. He looked at Monica still sleeping by his side and memories of the past two days crashed down on him. This was definatly weird.
He tried his best not to wake Monica as he got out of bed and got dressed. He walked in to the living room and past Phoebe on her way to the bathroom.
'Hey Chandler.' She said. Chandler gave her a nervous smile and walked out the door. 'Wait! Where are you going?' She called after him.
'I have to walk. I cant think, I need to think. I need to get out.' He rambled. He needed to think about this. How was it possible to be living the day over and over again? He couldn't have had two dreams. They were too real to be dreams. He didn't know where he was going as he walked. He just went where his feet took him. This ended up to be at Central Park. He sat down at a fountain and tried to think.
'Excuse me, sorry' A middle aged lady said to Chandler as her dog came running up to him with a ball in his mouth giving Chandler a look which seemed to be begging for him to throw it. The lady came and grabbed the dogs collar to put it back on it's leash.
'That's ok.' He said and smiled at her. The smile turned in to a frown when he realised he knew the woman. He just didn't know where from.
'Is anything wrong?' She asked. It was then that Chandler realised he was staring at her. He shook himself out of it and apologised.
'Sorry. it's just you remind me of someone. Have we met before at all?'
'Not that I can think of. Maybe you've seen me at work. Im a nurse at St Allmans hospital.' Chandler froze. Now he remembered. She was one of the nurses at the hospital where Monica and Joey had been taken to. She was the nurse who had told him that Joey had been DOA (AN: that's Dead On Arrival if you don't know). He needed to know something.
'Do you recognize me at all? Uh. you told me that one of my friends had arrived to that hospital dead. Im sure it was you.' The lady seemed to get a little uncomfortable. 'Look sorry but its important.' The lady shook her head and briefly explained that she had to go. As she walked away he turned to go home. He had to stop them from going on the ski trip. They mustn't go.
Just as he started walking his pants started to ring. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and remembered that he had left it there from yesterday.
'Hello?' He said in to the phone.
'Chandler! where the hell are you?' Monicas' voice replied. He realised he hadn't told anyone where he was going. 'Out for a walk' wasn't really a reason.
'Sorry Monica honey. I had to walk. I don't know why.'
'We were worried sick about you!' She said. Chandler winced, she sounded really upset. He heard her sigh. 'Uh. well do you want to go skiing with us today? We're all going but I didn't want to go if we didn't find you. We told Rachel and Phoebe they could go anyway but Ross said he'd rather visit Ben and Joey wanted to help me look for you.' Chandler formed an idea. He thought of a way that he could stop Monica and Joey from going skiing, and almost inevitably certain death. It was so simple. Just not go home. Then they would come look for him.
'Monica. uh, I-I cant come home. Im going to stay in the city. Find me if you want but, uh, um low battery' He lied quickly and hung up the phone. Great, he thought, how would he get of this when they did find him? He didn't really care, it was better then them dieing.
He walked around for ages, not really going anywhere. He wanted to be somewhere that they could find him but no somewhere that was really obvious that he'd be there. He walked around central park for about an hour, watching children playing and dogs running. He didn't know what was going on.
He looked back over the last two days and considered what happened. He had woken up on a normal day, went on a ski trip with his friends and had a god time but then the terrible accident had happened and Monica and Joey died. At 3:16. that's when the accident had happened. And the next time, day, whatever, they had both died within minutes of each other between 3:15 and 3:17.
'Chandler!!' he heard his voice being called. He looked over and saw Phoebe storming in his direction. He stood up and endured himself for what she may yell at him. 'What the hell are you doing?'
'Phoebe, it's difficult to explain.' He said. How could he tell her when he didn't really know what was happening?
'What are you doing here?' She asked, she didn't seem to have heard him.
'What?' He asked. She stared at him and realised.
'Monica and Joey. They're at the hospital.'
Chandler slammed the door of his apartment as he came home. This could NOT be happening. Not again. Twice was way too many times already, he didn't need to lose his wife and best friend another time. He practically threw himself down on the sofa and sat there staring into nothing. He felt that awful feeling once more. The nothingness. He hated it. And he hated not knowing what was happening.
He heard the door open and saw Phoebe enter the room. She walked over to him and sat next to him on the sofa. He sighed and said what he knew he had to say.
'Has anyone told their parents?' He asked. He knew what the response would be; Monicas' parents had been told but not Joey's. they would then ring Joeys' parents home and Mary Angela would answer.
'Ross called his parents but I don't think anyone has told Joey's.' She answered in a monotone. She sighed as she reached over to pick up the phone.
'You know, me and Joey used to play this game; every time we called his parents house we would-'
'Guess which sister would answer the phone and it was weird because you always won and then you start dialing and I'll say Mary Angela as my guess and it will be her on the other end of the line when someone answers and then you'll tell her.' Chandler finished for her. He had had it by now. He stood up and started to pace around the room and began speaking again, his voice raising with each sentence he said. 'And then it'll feel like we can actually admit that they're dead and then it will feel better coz I wont feel this nothingness anymore, I'll feel indescribable pain and then I'll fall asleep and wake up the next morning in bed with Monica and that STUPID broken alarm clock flashing 7:38 and then I will just relive this day again, with the ski trip, and Joey and Monica dieing around quarter past 3.' He finished off shouting.
Phoebe stood up and looked at him. The phone dropped out of hand and fell silently on to the couch.
'You're reliving this day over and over too?' She asked.
Sorry this took along time and wasn't that long but I've been too busy with homework but now its half term I should finish it quite soon. Im also sorry that I keep killing them but that was the last time I promise. Please leave a review ( it really inspires me to write.