TOW the Confrontation

       I'm back for another chapter in my series! Yay, I'm so excited. Thanks for all the great. It's really nice. I think this chapter is a bit more dramatic than my others, but I tried to add some jokes in it, to make it lighter. It's nothing bad like a character dying; don't worry. I could never do that; I love them too much! And just to repeat, I changed the name of my series, b/c I didn't realize that I had the name of the first chapter as the name of my series. I'm just stupid like that sometimes. Ok most times, I admit it!J

What You Should Know: Yet again, everything stands from my earlier chapters. You should probably read those first, if you haven't already.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, nor do I ever wish to. It would be way too big of a responsibility for me. I mean, I can't even stand taking care of my cats.

"Can you believe what your daughter said to me?" Judy questioned Jack, as she furiously scrubbed the pot in her hand.

"Well…it's like I've said in the past," Jack explained as he took the pot from her hand and dried it, "After all those things you've said to her, she's gonna come back and bite you in the ass with them."

"When did you say that before?"

"I dunno…before."

"Uh-huh, right," Judy said unconvinced, "She had NO right to speak to her own mother like that. Why, after all the sacrifices I've made for her…"

Ross entered the kitchen, interrupting Judy's rant, "We're gonna take off now. It's getting too late for Emma, and Joey's getting restless.

"Monica will not leave until I have a word with her!" Judy demanded.

"Mom…"off his mother's look, "I'll…go get her."

       Ross, Joey, and Phoebe walked outside to where Chandler and Monica were sitting on the doorstep. "Uh, Mon," Ross started nervously, "Mom wants to speak with you."

"Whatever, I don't care. I can't deal with this now. I'm leaving." Monica stated as she rose from the stoop.

Her mother and father then walked through the door and Judy called towards Monica's retreating figure, "You made this mess, now fix it!"

Monica turned around and looked her mother straight in the eyes. Neither said a word, both angry from the earlier events of the evening.

"Wow…" Phoebe started in a loud whisper to Joey, "It's like one of those westerns. I'm just waiting for them to take out their guns and talk like cowboys."

"I love westerns," Jack stated to Phoebe, "My favorite is The Alamo, especially when…"

"Yeah, I agree," Phoebe said as she turned her head away.

"There's nothing to fix," Monica stated calmly, still staring her mother straight in the eyes.

"That's no way to speak to your own mother. Think of all I've done for you!"

"Think of what you've done for me?" Monica mocked, "I am thinking of what you've done for me. I'm remember all those times you scolded me and made me feel worthless."

"How dare you!"

"You know what," Monica chuckled bitterly, "You're right and I'm wrong, yet again. But I don't care. As of now, I no longer wish to see you, nor will my children ever see you!"

Ross bit his lip as he heard those words come from Monica's mouth, as the rest stared at the scene unfolding in front of them, wide eyed at Monica's outburst.

Monica turned to leave and then stated harshly, "Look Mother, Ross is biting his lip!" Ross immediately stopped biting his lip, and Monica continued, "What are you going to do about it?" She then walked away, and Chandler ran after her. The others, especially Judy, were shocked at what had happened. Hurt, Judy walked back inside her house and slammed the door.

       "Mon," Chandler tried as they walked into their apartment, "Will you please talk to me? You haven't said a word the entire ride home." When he saw Monica that Monica had made no attempt to talk, or even move, he put his arms around her. She then began to cry softly into his shoulder.

"Shh…it's ok," Chandler soothed as he planted soft kisses on her head, "I wish I could do something to make the pain go away. How about a joke? I've got a million of those!" He attempted, but failed to even make her chuckle. He sighed, as he waited for her to speak.

After a few minutes Monica whispered incoherently.

"What's that?" Chandler pressed.

"How could I have been so mean?"

"It's not your fault. She had it coming to her, with all those years of torture she put you through."

"I'm gonna go to sleep." She stated as she walked towards their bedroom.

"I'll be there soon, I'm going to Joey's for a bit," he informed her. "Goodnight, I love you."

Monica didn't answer; just turned and entered their room.

       "I really wish there was something I could do for her," Chandler confessed to Joey, while they were playing foosball.

"I don't think I've ever seen her so upset, or mad either." Joey added, "Score!"

"Damnit!"

"My money's on Joey," Phoebe informed them, "Well, actually, since I didn't bet anything, it's not on either of you. But if I were betting, it would so be on Joey."

"Way to kick a man when he's down, Pheebs," Chandler remarked, causing Phoebe to look away sheepishly.

Chandler continued, "She looked really upset and tired, so I figure I'll give her some space and let her sleep, and hopefully she'll be able to talk more."

"It's not like Monica not to talk to anyone," Phoebe added thoughtfully, "She must be feeling really upset." Chandler just nodded and looked back towards the game sadly.

       After ten minutes of playing, Joey chanted, "I win! Ha ha, I beat you. Ha ha I beat you!"

"You always beat him, what's the big deal?" Phoebe asked.

"Right," Joey looked away, disappointed.

"Thanks for the praise," Chandler added sardonically.

"She wasn't praising you." Chandler looked at him and then Joey showed a look of comprehension, "Ohhhh!"

Just then, Ross entered Joey's apartment. "Hey guys," Ross began, "So…interesting night, eh?"

"You could say that again," Chandler remarked as he sat down on one of the stools.

"I just don't get it. I've never seen Monica act that way. She really was out of line."

"What!" Chandler defended, "How was she out of line?! It was that mother of yours that's been out of line. She deserved every word that came from Monica's mouth and much more!"

"You're just saying that because she's your wife," Ross replied causally.

"No, Ross, I'm really not. Of course I love her and can't stand to see her in pain, but it's so much more than that." Ross looked at him confused, urging Chandler to continue, "You just don't understand. You've never been through what people like Monica have gone through. You've never been scorned unmercifully; never been made to feel like nothing more than the mere dirt of the ground! But she has, and to a lesser extent I have, too. This is something we share. It's not just her battle; it's mine, too. And if you cannot understand that, then, well, I think it would be best if you just keep your mouth shut." With that, he walked out angrily.

"You should really listen to him," Phoebe advised, "He's actually making some sense for once."

"Oh what do you know?" Ross asked bitterly, "You're mom killed herself!" Frustrated, he grabbed his coat and briskly left the apartment.

Joey and Phoebe were silent for a moment, and then Joey spoke up casually, "Wanna play some foosball?"

"Yeah ok," Phoebe agreed as they both took their sides at the table.

       Chandler entered the dark bedroom, silently changed into his pajamas, and carefully laid down on their bed. After a minute, Monica sat up, and Chandler did, too. "What is it?" He asked, concerned.

"I can't sleep." She stated and then paused, "Should I apologize?"

"Well, it's up to you, but I think you should. Be the bigger person. But only apologize for yelling, don't apologize for telling the truth."

"Okay."

After a moment, Chandler asked, "Is it…weird?"

"Is what weird?"

"Knowing that there's a tiny person growing inside of you?"

"Incredibly."

"Oh," He paused, and then continued to speak, "You thanked me earlier, but I never got to thank you."

"For what?"

"For giving me everything that I've wanted, too. The perfect wife, and soon a child, who I know will be perfect because part of it comes from you. The other part…well let's just hope the Geller genes are stronger than the Bing ones."

Monica smiled, "It's ok, as long as he doesn't inherit your sense of humor."

"Hey, I'm hilarious!"

"Of course you are."

"Thank you." He paused and then stated, "You know what? I don't hate Thanksgiving anymore."

Monica smiled and kissed him, "Good, that's what I was hoping would finally happen.

"Good night Mon, I love you."

"Night Chandler, I love you, too."

"Good night my tiny baby," Chandler said softly, as he hugged Monica and placed his hands on her stomach. Then Chandler thought out loud, "It's amazing how I can love someone who I've never met so much."

Monica bit her lip, fighting her tears of happiness, as she drifted off into sleep, feeling comfortable in her husband's loving embrace.

       The next morning, the gang was all congregated in Monica and Chandler's living room, although both Monica and Chandler were not in the room. Chandler exited from their bedroom, fully dressed, with Monica behind him in her robe. Chandler sat in the living room, while Monica made her way towards the kitchen.

"Mon?" Ross questioned. Chandler gave Ross a look, warning him not to mention anything, but Ross decided to ignore it. Monica finished pouring herself a cup of coffee and looked up. "What happened last night? Why were you acting like that?"

"Please Ross, leave me alone."

"You know," he continued, ignoring her plead, "Mom's really upset about what you said."

"She is?" Monica said with extreme guilt.

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna apologize."

"Good, I don't want to live with a broken family." Ross looked down at his hands and then continued, "I'm sorry that she always treated you this way. I should be more supportive of you, and I will be starting now."

Monica smiled, "Thanks, bro." Ross went to Monica in the kitchen and gave her a hug.

"So, what are we all gonna do today?" Joey questioned as Monica and Ross joined them in the living room.

"Shopping, duh!" Phoebe stated.

"Yeah, it's Black Friday!"

"What's the big deal about Black Friday?" Joey asked.

"Lots of sales, that's the big deal!" Rachel stated excitedly.

"I thought Black Friday was when people put those ashes on their faces."

"Yes, but they have sales to honor it," Chandler quipped.

"Oh."

"What? No they don't, Joey!" Ross corrected, "Your thinking of ash Wednesday."

"I take it you don't get to church much, do you?" Rachel questioned.

"Nah, not really." Joey admitted.

"It gets in the way of his busy days of watching football and cartoons." Chandler added, jokingly.

Phoebe nodded, "Makes sense."

"Come on Mon!" Rachel whined, "It's time to do some shopping!"

"Ok, ok, ok. Just let me get dressed." Monica looked at Rachel, "What are you on? Did you take pep pills or something?"

"No I just love shopping!"

"Yeah," Phoebe backed her up, "I get the same way when I conjure up dead spirits. The rest of the gang gave Phoebe a strange look and slowly moved away from her. "What? It's not that weird."

"No, it really is," Chandler admitted, as the rest of them nodded in agreement.

"Oh well." Phoebe stated nonchalantly, "Come on Mon, we wanna go shopping!"

Ok well that's my 4th chapter. Please read and review! I thrive on knowing that others are reading this, besides myself. Next chapter will definitely be lighter, and I'm gonna move past Thanksgiving time. I hope it'll be up soon, but I'll have to see how my workload is this week. I tried my hardest not to make Mon sound like a total bitch, but I've always wanted her to tell off her mom. Also, I think that Ross needs to appreciate Monica more, so I made him. I wasn't trying to make him out to be an ass, although often times he can be on the show imo. Thanks for reading!