Ok so some of you have asked whether I'm making this a C&M story, well as a
hard core C&M fan there is chance. A very very very large chance. But it's
still a good story for all you Joey lovers out there!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just the plot.
Monica started shaking. Who was that person? How did they know where she was, and what did they want? Her mind was spinning, her heart racing and banging against her chest.
'And soon on-one will be able to save you either.'
The phrase rang through her mind. What did that mean? She knew one thing; she was in trouble.
'Monica! The councillor said you could visit him tomorrow! Isn't that great!' Chandler said as he burst through the door. He froze as he saw Monica's shocked state. 'Monica? Sweetheart, are you ok?' He asked, cautiously approaching her. She looked at him and the fear was obvious in her eyes. 'What's wrong?' He asked. She didn't say anything, just looked at the answering machine on the other side of the room. He followed her look and walked over to the machine where the new message light was blinking. He walked over a pressed it. The voice filled the room again and delivered it's terrifying message. Chandlers face reflected Monica's fear for a moment until he came to his senses.
'We need to call the police.' He said. She looked at him, he didn't look as nearly as terrified as he had a moment ago. She involuntarily shuddered. Chandler looked up at her. 'But I think we should leave it until tomorrow, you don't look like you could take it.' He told her. Monica nodded and looked him in the eyes.
'I don't want to stay on my own.' She said in a small voice. Chandler nodded. He understood that she couldn't remember who she was but he was a little uneasy when Monica wasn't her usual brave, bossy voice. It didn't seem right.
'Rachel will be home soon.' He said to her.
'Will you stay with me until then?' She asked in the same voice. Chandler smiled in agreement and led her over to the couch.
'Now let me introduce you to your favourite channel, the cooking channel.' He said. He had thought this might help her memory as well as letting her know who she was.
'Why was that my favourite channel?'
'You're a chef. Didn't anyone say?' Monica shook her head.
'No, I don't think so. Oh wait! Phoebe mentioned something about missing my food if I couldn't remember anything. I didn't ask what she meant though, I was a little disturbed by the fact that a mans life was in my hands and there was nothing I could do about it.' She shuddered again. Chandler put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. She leant against him, feeling safe and secure for the only time she could remember.
'I promise I wont let anything happen to you.' He whispered, knowing how she was feeling. He turned on the TV and froze as he saw what show was on. 'Wrong channel.' He said and quickly turned it over.
'Why did you do that?' she asked.
'Wrong channel.' He said simply. She pulled away from him and stared at him straight in the eyes. He sighed and reluctantly told her the truth. 'That was 'Days Of Our Lives'.' He said. He forgot for a moment that there was another explanation required. 'Joey was a very popular actor on it. He played Doctor Drake Ramoray, a famous Nero surgeon. He was dropped down an elevator shaft a few years ago, went in to a coma and the only one that could have saved his life was him. Irony I think. Anyway his twin brother Striker came to town about a year ago and resuscitated him. Now he's back to normal and he's one of the most famous doctors on TV.' He said smiling at the memories. He snapped back to attention when he noticed the sad look in Monica's eyes.
'I'm sorry, really sorry I cant save your friend.' She said. Chandler held her close again and kissed her hair. 'Believe me, we don't blame you.' He told her.
Rachel came home that night to find Monica and Chandler asleep on the couch. It wasn't an unusual sight. They usually fell asleep on the couch together. She smiled and covered them with the blanket from the back of the couch and went to her room.
A tall, dark haired man walked into the room. He was only 28 but he looked about 50. His hair was tousled, tangled and greasy. His face was almost a greyish yellow, circles around his eyes showed that he wasn't getting any sleep and stubble made his face seem more dirty then it already was. His clothes, although relatively clean were grey and stained. He came over and sat down in the chair the other side of the bullet-proof plastic separating the two rooms. Monica and chandler sat in the other side. Wooden screens were separating their group from others and police officer was standing near-by.
'Hey Joey.' Chandler said to him through the phone that was used to communicate through the plastic sheet. His voice was low and barley more then a whisper. Monica saw how much of an affect seeing his friend like this had on Chandler. It was killing him. She could also see the hope gleaming in Joey's eyes. She hated herself for not remembering even though Chandler had spent hours that night trying to convince her it wasn't her fault. She saw a ghost of smile appear on Joeys lips before he spoke.
'Hey guys, any news?' He said. His voice was rough and crackled, as if his throat was drying up. Just like Chandlers his voice was little more then a whisper. Chandler swallowed and shook his head. The gleam instantly vanished from his eyes and he avoided their eyes.
'I'm sorry man.' Chandler said. His voice was crackling too, but as if he were about to cry. Joey looked him straight in the eyes. He tried to look un-affected and shrugged his shoulders.
'Doesn't matter man. Just thought, what with you bringing Monica down here and everything.' Chandler spun round to face Monica, as if he had forgotten she was even there and opened his mouth to ask a question. Monica stopped him before he spoke and gestured for the phone. He handed it over silently and watched the conversation.
'Hey.' She said. Her tone was polite, it showed that she had some familiarity with Joey but it was the same with the others. She felt comfortable around him but didn't know the first thing about him.
'Hey Mon. How you feeling?' He said to her. She could hear him trying to be light-hearted but his attempt failed.
'I'm ok. Joey. I know that we were friends before and everything and I wanted to say. I'm sorry. I really am. From what I've been told it seems I would do anything to save you if I could but I cant. And I'm so sorry.' She said as tears began to fall from her eyes. She broke off her eye contact, knowing that she couldn't face him.
'Monica, Monica it's ok. I don't blame you sweety. Its not your fault. I know that you would save me if you could but you cant and its not your fault. Please don't blame yourself, no-one else does.' Joey said to her. He put his hand up to the panel showing that he wanted to comfort her. She held her hand up to his and looked back in to his eyes. There she could tell that he wasn't angry or upset, not at her anyway. Monica handed the phone back to Chandler and reached in her pocket for a tissue to dry her eyes and cheeks.
'I thought that bringing her here could remind her of you. She remembered something the other day, nothing relevant to this but that has to be a good sign doesn't it?' Chandler said, not so much asking as stating it. Joey nodded and they both looked at Monica with the same questioning look in their eyes. She knew what they were asking and shook her head. She wasn't reminded of anything.
'Nope, nothing. I do feel like having a sandwich though. Really bad, I don't know why.' She said. She watched as a real smile crept up on both men.
'Come on Mon, don't tease me. Haven't had decent food for ages.' Joey said.
Monica walked wearily through the apartment block buildings door. Chandler came in afterwards. They both felt that the meeting with Joey had drained them. They almost walked into a post woman without realising.
'Sorry.' Monica said.
'That's ok. Is this the right address? Its my first day around here.' She said, showing the address from a large square parcel in her hands to Monica and Chandler. Chandler nodded.
'Hey that's for apartment twenty. We can sign for that.' He said. The post woman nodded and handed him the papers to sign. She said goodbye as she handed the package over and they went upstairs to Monica's apartment.
'What is it?' She asked as they walked through the door. Chandler shrugged and handed it over.
'It's addressed for you though, why don't you open it? I need the bathroom.' He said and walked away. Monica placed it down on the table and tore the brown parcel tape off the flaps and opened it. She looked down at the contents and screamed. Chandler came running in from the other room to see what was happening. He too looked down in to the parcel and stared at the contents.
A porcelain doll sat at the bottom of the box. It had long dark hair and was wearing the exact same outfit Monica was wearing that day. In all the doll looked exactly like Monica. It's arms had been ripped off and were hanging loosely by its sides, only hanging on by the clothes they were wrapped in. its face had been smashed in, something red had been smeared all over it, giving the effect of blood. Maggots crawled all over the doll and a note was attached to its chest that had also been ripped.
'No-one can save you.'
So. what do you think? Sorry to leave you all in suspense but I do have to revise for my exams. I have a maths one on Monday and I have no idea about algebra. Which just so happens to be a big part of the test. Please wish me luck. Oh and also leave a review ;-)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just the plot.
Monica started shaking. Who was that person? How did they know where she was, and what did they want? Her mind was spinning, her heart racing and banging against her chest.
'And soon on-one will be able to save you either.'
The phrase rang through her mind. What did that mean? She knew one thing; she was in trouble.
'Monica! The councillor said you could visit him tomorrow! Isn't that great!' Chandler said as he burst through the door. He froze as he saw Monica's shocked state. 'Monica? Sweetheart, are you ok?' He asked, cautiously approaching her. She looked at him and the fear was obvious in her eyes. 'What's wrong?' He asked. She didn't say anything, just looked at the answering machine on the other side of the room. He followed her look and walked over to the machine where the new message light was blinking. He walked over a pressed it. The voice filled the room again and delivered it's terrifying message. Chandlers face reflected Monica's fear for a moment until he came to his senses.
'We need to call the police.' He said. She looked at him, he didn't look as nearly as terrified as he had a moment ago. She involuntarily shuddered. Chandler looked up at her. 'But I think we should leave it until tomorrow, you don't look like you could take it.' He told her. Monica nodded and looked him in the eyes.
'I don't want to stay on my own.' She said in a small voice. Chandler nodded. He understood that she couldn't remember who she was but he was a little uneasy when Monica wasn't her usual brave, bossy voice. It didn't seem right.
'Rachel will be home soon.' He said to her.
'Will you stay with me until then?' She asked in the same voice. Chandler smiled in agreement and led her over to the couch.
'Now let me introduce you to your favourite channel, the cooking channel.' He said. He had thought this might help her memory as well as letting her know who she was.
'Why was that my favourite channel?'
'You're a chef. Didn't anyone say?' Monica shook her head.
'No, I don't think so. Oh wait! Phoebe mentioned something about missing my food if I couldn't remember anything. I didn't ask what she meant though, I was a little disturbed by the fact that a mans life was in my hands and there was nothing I could do about it.' She shuddered again. Chandler put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. She leant against him, feeling safe and secure for the only time she could remember.
'I promise I wont let anything happen to you.' He whispered, knowing how she was feeling. He turned on the TV and froze as he saw what show was on. 'Wrong channel.' He said and quickly turned it over.
'Why did you do that?' she asked.
'Wrong channel.' He said simply. She pulled away from him and stared at him straight in the eyes. He sighed and reluctantly told her the truth. 'That was 'Days Of Our Lives'.' He said. He forgot for a moment that there was another explanation required. 'Joey was a very popular actor on it. He played Doctor Drake Ramoray, a famous Nero surgeon. He was dropped down an elevator shaft a few years ago, went in to a coma and the only one that could have saved his life was him. Irony I think. Anyway his twin brother Striker came to town about a year ago and resuscitated him. Now he's back to normal and he's one of the most famous doctors on TV.' He said smiling at the memories. He snapped back to attention when he noticed the sad look in Monica's eyes.
'I'm sorry, really sorry I cant save your friend.' She said. Chandler held her close again and kissed her hair. 'Believe me, we don't blame you.' He told her.
Rachel came home that night to find Monica and Chandler asleep on the couch. It wasn't an unusual sight. They usually fell asleep on the couch together. She smiled and covered them with the blanket from the back of the couch and went to her room.
A tall, dark haired man walked into the room. He was only 28 but he looked about 50. His hair was tousled, tangled and greasy. His face was almost a greyish yellow, circles around his eyes showed that he wasn't getting any sleep and stubble made his face seem more dirty then it already was. His clothes, although relatively clean were grey and stained. He came over and sat down in the chair the other side of the bullet-proof plastic separating the two rooms. Monica and chandler sat in the other side. Wooden screens were separating their group from others and police officer was standing near-by.
'Hey Joey.' Chandler said to him through the phone that was used to communicate through the plastic sheet. His voice was low and barley more then a whisper. Monica saw how much of an affect seeing his friend like this had on Chandler. It was killing him. She could also see the hope gleaming in Joey's eyes. She hated herself for not remembering even though Chandler had spent hours that night trying to convince her it wasn't her fault. She saw a ghost of smile appear on Joeys lips before he spoke.
'Hey guys, any news?' He said. His voice was rough and crackled, as if his throat was drying up. Just like Chandlers his voice was little more then a whisper. Chandler swallowed and shook his head. The gleam instantly vanished from his eyes and he avoided their eyes.
'I'm sorry man.' Chandler said. His voice was crackling too, but as if he were about to cry. Joey looked him straight in the eyes. He tried to look un-affected and shrugged his shoulders.
'Doesn't matter man. Just thought, what with you bringing Monica down here and everything.' Chandler spun round to face Monica, as if he had forgotten she was even there and opened his mouth to ask a question. Monica stopped him before he spoke and gestured for the phone. He handed it over silently and watched the conversation.
'Hey.' She said. Her tone was polite, it showed that she had some familiarity with Joey but it was the same with the others. She felt comfortable around him but didn't know the first thing about him.
'Hey Mon. How you feeling?' He said to her. She could hear him trying to be light-hearted but his attempt failed.
'I'm ok. Joey. I know that we were friends before and everything and I wanted to say. I'm sorry. I really am. From what I've been told it seems I would do anything to save you if I could but I cant. And I'm so sorry.' She said as tears began to fall from her eyes. She broke off her eye contact, knowing that she couldn't face him.
'Monica, Monica it's ok. I don't blame you sweety. Its not your fault. I know that you would save me if you could but you cant and its not your fault. Please don't blame yourself, no-one else does.' Joey said to her. He put his hand up to the panel showing that he wanted to comfort her. She held her hand up to his and looked back in to his eyes. There she could tell that he wasn't angry or upset, not at her anyway. Monica handed the phone back to Chandler and reached in her pocket for a tissue to dry her eyes and cheeks.
'I thought that bringing her here could remind her of you. She remembered something the other day, nothing relevant to this but that has to be a good sign doesn't it?' Chandler said, not so much asking as stating it. Joey nodded and they both looked at Monica with the same questioning look in their eyes. She knew what they were asking and shook her head. She wasn't reminded of anything.
'Nope, nothing. I do feel like having a sandwich though. Really bad, I don't know why.' She said. She watched as a real smile crept up on both men.
'Come on Mon, don't tease me. Haven't had decent food for ages.' Joey said.
Monica walked wearily through the apartment block buildings door. Chandler came in afterwards. They both felt that the meeting with Joey had drained them. They almost walked into a post woman without realising.
'Sorry.' Monica said.
'That's ok. Is this the right address? Its my first day around here.' She said, showing the address from a large square parcel in her hands to Monica and Chandler. Chandler nodded.
'Hey that's for apartment twenty. We can sign for that.' He said. The post woman nodded and handed him the papers to sign. She said goodbye as she handed the package over and they went upstairs to Monica's apartment.
'What is it?' She asked as they walked through the door. Chandler shrugged and handed it over.
'It's addressed for you though, why don't you open it? I need the bathroom.' He said and walked away. Monica placed it down on the table and tore the brown parcel tape off the flaps and opened it. She looked down at the contents and screamed. Chandler came running in from the other room to see what was happening. He too looked down in to the parcel and stared at the contents.
A porcelain doll sat at the bottom of the box. It had long dark hair and was wearing the exact same outfit Monica was wearing that day. In all the doll looked exactly like Monica. It's arms had been ripped off and were hanging loosely by its sides, only hanging on by the clothes they were wrapped in. its face had been smashed in, something red had been smeared all over it, giving the effect of blood. Maggots crawled all over the doll and a note was attached to its chest that had also been ripped.
'No-one can save you.'
So. what do you think? Sorry to leave you all in suspense but I do have to revise for my exams. I have a maths one on Monday and I have no idea about algebra. Which just so happens to be a big part of the test. Please wish me luck. Oh and also leave a review ;-)