Smoke
Here's a short little one-chapter fic (unless you guys review and beg profusely). It revolves around the Gellers. The title is a Natalie Imbruglia song.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, know them, or pay them. . . but I do want them!
-The Geller Residence-
"Shut the windows Ross! Do you want me to freeze to death the night before my wedding?" Monica yelled.
"Fine! I don't know why I have to stay here with you anyways."
"It's so you can control Monica and Chandler! You never know if he'd try to sneak over." Jack said in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Or if Monica will sneak out." Judy added.
Monica sighed. Even though she was getting married, her mom seemed to still be able to find something to pick on.
"Monica honey, you better go to bed before you get those bags under your eyes for tomorrow."
"Thanks mom. I'll take that into account," Monica replied, rolling her eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me," her mom replied, taking her aside, "Monica, I'm very happy for you." Monica scoffed. "I know, I know. I don't show it. It's just, well, I've always thought that you could rise to any challenge, and beat it. That's why I always challenged you. Now, go to bed before I send you to your room."
Monica smiled. She was her mom after all. "Thanks. Goodnight everyone!"
~ 20 minutes later ~
Monica was in bed, but she couldn't sleep. Was she excited? Was it nerves? Something inside her was buzzing. She couldn't pin point it. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts drift.
My lullaby
Hung out to dry
What's up with that?
It's over
Smoke filtered through the Geller's windows. It filled the dark, quiet home of two. Bright orange flame enveloped the garage. Sniffing in his sleep, Ross stirred. Being closest to the garage, he inhaled some of the smoke, coughing. The irritation caused Ross to wake up. Rubbing his eyes, he swung his legs over the side of his bed. As hit foot touched the floor, he recoiled in pain. It was burning hot. He held his breath and ran out of his room on his toes. He burst through Monica's door, literally, and shook his little sister awake.
"Wha? Ross? What are you doing here?"
"Monica, wake up! There's a fire." The word within itself was an alarm. Monica immediately sat up.
"What?! How do you know?"
"The floor in my bedroom is burning hot Mon."
Knowing his room was above the garage she said, "Do you think it's taken the cars? I mean, wouldn't the cars blow?"
"Your Porsche is with Chandler remember? And dad's car is in the shop."
"Right." Ross pulled Monica to her feet and they both ran into their parent's room. Monica flicked on the master bedroom light and Judy responded immediately.
"What's going on kids? What's happening?" Judy stuttered, visibly flustered.
"The house is on fire mom, we have to get out of here," Monica urged. "Where's Dad?"
"He's-" she stopped short, "he's in the basement."
"Shit."
As they made their way downstairs, Ross's bedroom floor was already a goner. On the tedious bottom floor, they contemplated which way to go, out the front door or the back, all the while calling out for Jack. They decided to go out the back door and onto the side lawn. There was nothing worse than watching your house burn down, with a loved one inside.
Where are you Dad?
Mom's lookin' sad
What's up with that?
It's dark in here. . .
Why. . . bleeding is breathing
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room
Try. . . bleeding is believing
I used to. . .
The neighbors had called the fire station, and they came out with blankets for comfort. Judy, Monica and Ross moved around to the front of the house.
My mouth is dry,
Forgot how to cry
What's up with that?
You're hurting me. . .
Suddenly, flashes of images shot through Monica's mind. When she was six, this exact thing happened, but instead of her father being trapped inside, it was their dog, Chi Chi.
I'm running fast
Can't hide the past
What's up with that?
You're pushing me. . .
Why. . . bleeding is breathing
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room
Try. . . bleeding is believing
I used to. . . I used to. . .
It was then that the Gellers saw something within the house. It was Jack, stumbling through the living room. The floor to ceiling windows gave clear view of the struggle and high intake of smoke.
Why. . . bleeding is breathing
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room
Try. . . bleeding is believing
I saw you crawling on the floor. . .
Why. . . bleeding is breathing
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room
Try. . . bleeding is believing
I saw you crawling to the door. . .
Ross, Monica, Judy and the entire neighborhood held their breath as they heard sirens in the distance. Come on! Drive faster! They all prayed.
Why. . . bleeding is believing
You're hiding, underneath the smoke in the room
Try. . . bleeding is believing
I saw you. . . falling on the floor. . .
So, do you want this continued? If so, I need. . . * thinks * 10 different people to review and say they want me to continue. Yes, that's a lot, but I don't want to continue if no one's going to read it :)