Thanks for all the reviews, I'm glad everyone is enjoying the story. Sorry it took me so long to get updated, I've been busy the last few days and just haven't had the chance to post the new chapter. Anyway, here it is, I hope everyone enjoys it. Oh, and just to clear up something said in a review, in this fic Ross and Rachel never happened, and neither did Chandler and Monica. So there were no previous relationships to feel weird about.

Chandler stood from the couch, "Humor us." He gently took her hand and began leading her towards the door. Joey was quick to follow, dragging Monica along with him. "We'll just do this for tonight. Maybe we're being stupid. But I can live with that." Chandler held the door open for Rachel, Joey, and Monica.

Rachel pulled out the key to their apartment as Joey and Monica headed for the stairs. Chandler looked back at them as Rachel opened the door and headed inside. "You guys hurry…." He was interrupted by the sound of Rachel's voice.

Screaming.

Chandler's eyes widened as he turned and ran into the house towards his screaming fiancé. Monica and Joey were following close behind, but as soon as they entered they apartment, they stopped dead in their tracks. Joey recognized the problem immediately. It was the same figure they had seen on the street earlier that day, and as Rachel stood there by the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room, it was slowly approaching her.

Chandler, however, was already on top of the problem. As soon as he had seen the figure in the house, he ran towards the utensil drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a knife. After seeing that the figure was still approaching his fiancée, Chandler hopped onto the counter, and dove at the figure, knife in hand, and knocked them both to the ground.

Joey ran forward and directed the girls out of the apartment, "Get Ross!" After pushing the girls out the door, Joey turned around to see Chandler lying on the floor, and the figure starting to stand up. Immediately Joey rushed it, knocking it over, and falling on top of it. He had already hit it once across its face when he noticed the knife Chandler had been carrying lying on the ground. He reached for it, but just as he got a grip on it, the figure flipped him over, and started to move towards the window by Chandler's bedroom door.

Joey pushed himself off the ground as quick as he could, and chased after the figure as it rushed to get out the window. The figure was halfway out the window, when Joey lunged at it, the knife in hand. The knife sliced across the figure's arm as it jumped out onto the fire escape. Joey was about to go out the window after it, when Ross came running in the door. "Chandler!"

It was then that Joey noticed Chandler hadn't gotten up yet. He and Ross ran towards their friend, both kneeling down to see if he was okay. Joey turned him over off of his stomach, "Chandler, you okay man?" Chandler seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness, and his friends finally saw why when they noticed the blood stain near the bottom left side of his shirt. "What happened?" He and Ross lifted off Chandler's shirt to reveal a large cut running along the whole left side of Chandler's chest.

Chandler managed to mumble out, "He cut me with something. It felt like a knife." Joey grabbed Chandler shirt and tied it around his chest, applying pressure to the cut. They had to do everything they could to stop the bleeding, because it showed no signs of letting up.

Joey sighed and looked up at Ross. "I was in here having a fight with that thing and I didn't notice him carrying anything sharp." Ross shook his head and shrugged his shoulders to show Joey that he didn't know how it happened either. Joey got up, "I'm gonna look around the apartment, run back to your place and dial 911." Ross nodded and Joey slowly made his way into Rachel's bedroom, to see if the coast was clear.

Ross ran back inside his apartment and closed the door behind him. Rachel was sitting in between Monica and Phoebe at the table, sobbing and shaking from the frightening experience she had just had. Ross rushed passed them into the living room, looking for the phone that normally sat in there. He glanced back towards Phoebe at the table, "Where's the cordless phone?"

"Right here." Phoebe held it up so he could see it. "Why do you need it?" She asked as she handed it to him.

"I have to call 911." Ross put the phone to his ear and waited for an answer. "Chandler got…"

Before Ross could finish his sentence he was interrupted by Rachel. "Chandler!" Rachel's heart fell to the pit of her stomach as she jumped out of her chair. Not waiting to here the rest of what Ross had to say, she ran back across the hall into their apartment. "Chandler!" She shrieked again as she knelt beside Joey next to him. "What happened?!"

Joey answered for his weakened friend. "The thing sliced him with something when he knocked him onto the ground." Joey's hands had blood covering them as a result of applying more pressure against the wound. Chandler's eyelids fluttered constantly as he wove in and out of consciousness. Joey exhaled, and used all his strength to apply pressure against the cut. He grunted out words as he pressed, "Chandler…if you can hear me…I really need you to stay awake."

Chandler let out a groan as his eyelids slowed a bit. Joey knew things were not looking good. He turned to Rachel, "You try talking to him Rach. Just try to keep him awake. Things are going to get a lot worse if he loses consciousness." He was hoping Ross would rush threw the door soon and tell him help was on the way, but he seemed to be taking forever.

Rachel picked up Chandler's left hand and squeezed it. "Chandler…honey, can you hear me?" She didn't get a response, and the grip of his hand on hers started to lighten. "Chandler stay awake baby…you have to stay awake." Again the grip loosened, and the speed of his fluttering eyebrows dropped considerably. "Chandler Bing! Don't you dare doze off on me!"

Chandler groaned, "Good god Rach I'm not a machine."

Rachel smiled over at Joey, who smiled down at Chandler. "Well that's a start."

Finally, after seemingly being gone for hours, Ross rushed back in the door. "We have a problem." Before anyone could ask what, Ross grabbed the remote off the counter and turned on the television that sat in Chandler and Rachel's living room. The TV screen slowly came to life, revealing exactly what Ross was talking about. Dozens of lights burned in the sky over the New York City skyline.

At latest count there seem to be fourteen different Unidentified Flying Objects hovering over the New York City skyline, and if they continue to arrive at the same pace, there could be as many as 200 above the city by midnight. The US Air Force is reportedly picking up these aircraft on its satellite imagery, but they have still yet to determine where they come from. Mexico and Canada have confirmed that the aircraft do not belong to either country's military arsenal, and no planes have flown over either border that have not been accounted for. The NYPD, FDNY, and Emergency Response Center have all reported overloads of 911 calls backing them up for several hours, if not days…

"We're never going to get an ambulance out here." Ross sighed and looked down at his friends. "How's he doing?"

"Better." Joey nodded, standing up beside Chandler. "He should be alright. We should just cover up the wound and let him get some rest. We'll let him lie here for another minute or two, then we'll move him over to the guest room at your place."

Ross shook his head and walked passed Chandler, "I wonder if you can see the lights from here." He began to lean against the window, looking out over the sky, when he felt something odd underneath his hands. He jumped back instantly, and his eyes finally caught what he had his hands in. "Joey! What the hell is this stuff?" It was blue and thick, and it felt like slime on Ross' palms.

Rachel shot her glance up and Joey cringed looking at the disgusting liquid dripping from Ross' hand. "I don't know." He rubbed his forehead in thought, "Oh! I cut that thing before it jumped out the window. Maybe that's it's…blood."

"Eww!" Ross jerked his hands back and forth trying to get the stuff off of him, sending some splattering across Joey's shirt.

"Dude!" Joey hurried to the counter and pulled off some paper towels. He threw some to Ross before starting to clean himself off. After wiping as much as he could off, he threw the towels away. He looked from Ross to Rachel, and then at Chandler. "Let's get Chandler over to your place and figure out what we're going to do."

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"Can you believe this?" Rachel turned her eyes briefly towards Phoebe, before looking back out at the lights in the sky. It had been an hour since the incident with Chandler, and there still hadn't been any fresh news on television. Chandler was lying down in the guest room, getting some rest. He was doing much better than he had started out. They all felt like he would be okay until they got him some real help, but still Rachel hadn't wanted to leave his side. Finally, after a little convincing, she let Monica take over for awhile. Ross was on the couch in the living room, watching the TV for any updates, while Joey was bringing over food and supplies from Chandler and Rachel's, "Just in case."

"I always knew there was life out there." Phoebe counted the lights in the sky, still fourteen, no new ones yet.

Ross sighed, he was tired of all the crazy talk. "Who said it was aliens? No one. No one said those were spaceships up there, so let's just stop assuming things. Yes, we've got a problem, those could be military aircraft up there, they could want to attack the city, but we don't have any reason to believe that there aren't humans in those things, so let's stop freaking ourselves out."

Phoebe groaned and turned from the window. She knew her husband, and she knew that if there wasn't absolute scientific evidence to prove something true, Ross didn't believe it. "Ross, you had some of it's blood on your arm, and you're still not believing it was an alien?"

He stood from his seat on the couch, and joined the girls by the window. "Two things. One, we don't know if it was blood. It could have just been some blue gook the guy had on him for effect. Two, what if that is the same guy we saw on the way home from the store? Isn't it believable that after that guy saw how bad he freaked us out, he followed us home, and tried to rob us? I mean come on, he had to be thinking we'd be an easy target after seeing how scared we were. And if that was the case, he probably carried that blue glob of crap around for effect."

"I still think those are aliens up there." Phoebe shrugged as she walked into the kitchen towards the fridge. She knew Ross couldn't stand it when people didn't agree with him, but she wasn't going to lie for his sake. She was scared out of her wits, and it was all because of those lights in the air. She had the distinct feeling there was something evil up there, clouded in the night, hidden in the sky. And she believed that evil didn't come from Earth.

"Honey, come on," he threw his hands up in the air, amazed that his wife of all people was buying into all this ridiculous, unproven, hysteria. "There is not one single shred of evidence that those are aliens up there."

"There's not one single shred of evidence that those aren't aliens up there either." Phoebe grabbed a beer from the fridge. She usually didn't drink, but she figured if there was ever a time to pick the habit back up again, it was then.

Before Ross could counter her point, Rachel chimed into the conversation, "Guys, look at this." Rachel sank onto the couch as the disturbing image appeared on their television screen.

The screen showed a room that was like a jail cell, except instead of metal bars, it was clear all the way around. Standing around the outside of it were several men in white coats and even more men in plain black suits, armed with rather large guns. And inside was a person, or a thing that looked just like the figure they had encountered. It was tall, green, and had an excessively large head. It was pacing back and forth, looking extremely angry and excessively mean.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Surgeon General and the Attorney General of the United States of America have released a joint statement that has changed the world. Along with the statement was this footage. It has not been doctored, edited, or enhanced in anyway. What you are seeing on your television screen is genuine footage that was shot in a holding cell at the CIA Headquarters in Langley less than an hour ago. Inside it, the first extraterrestrial to ever be captured by man…

It was caught in Baltimore, Maryland three hours ago by six Baltimore police officers. They captured it after a long struggle in one of the inner city parks, where it was seen lurking in the woods. Right now, one police officer is in critical condition at Johns Hopkins from being cut by a metal blade that scientists say extends from its middle finger when it feels threatened. Doctors at Johns Hopkins and scientists at Langley are both baffled by the sudden illness of the injured police officer. From the tests they've performed so far, scientists have determined that a blue poison escapes the end of the blade when the extraterrestrial encounters an enemy. Now inside the police officer's system, it seems to be slowly building clots in the veins around the wound.

As of now, officials, scientists and doctors are unsure of how dangerous the blue liquid is, or how hostile any other extraterrestrial might be, so they are highly recommending avoiding any encounters, and encourage everyone to simply run away…

Ross stared down at his palms, his mind racing as the faded blue remnants of the poison were obvious on his skin. Phoebe rushed over to him, inspecting his hands with her own eyes, but she too came to the same silent realization.

Rachel rushed into the guest room, causing Monica to jump a clear foot in the air from her place beside Chandler. "What's wrong?!" Monica managed to blurt out after her heart began beating again.

Rachel didn't answer, she simply searched Chandler's wound, looking for any trace of the blue substance.

And then there it was…A small blue stain just outside his bandage.

Rachel's hand flew up to cover her mouth…the reality of the situation becoming too much to handle…

To Be Continued…

I hope you guys are still into the story, because it still has a lot more to go. I hope the cliffhangers keep you hooked. I'll try to get the new chapter up within the next few days. What do you want to read? More suspense, more drama, more action, more comedy? Let me know! You can do that by leaving a review or sending me some comments at ExiledSarcasm@aol.com.