Oh my gosh, I'm so stuck for a plot in this fic! I have so many others I want to write! Okay, this one will be at about the same time as chapter one, but Chandler's point of view. It's actually going to start a little earlier…anyways!!! The song is Catapult by Counting Crows. I don't own that either.

Still embraced in a hug, the soon-to-be married couple locked lips.

"I know it's only for one night, but I miss you already!" Monica whined.

"I know what you mean. You better get going before your mom gets out of that taxi." Chandler answered.

"Okay." They hugged tightly one more time, and as they split apart, each leaned in for one last kiss.

"See you tomorrow." Chandler said, giving her a sweet smile.

"You too." Monica answered, blowing him a kiss.

All of a sudden she disappears

Just yesterday she was here

~ night time~

Like Monica, though not knowing it, Chandler was having a hard time falling asleep. He, however, knew why. He had gotten so used to having Monica sleep next to him at night, that it was hard for him to do so without her by his side. Sighing, he tried to imagine her next to him, her rhythmic breathing lulling him to sleep. He tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.

Somebody tell me if I am sleeping

Someone should be with me here

Cuz I don't wanna be alone

If you were to be watching Chandler from a bird's eye view, you would see that he was frowning. If you were able to see what he was seeing, you'd see why.

A big glass house, being enveloped in flames. He heard screams, yells, cries for help. He writhed in his sleep as he struggled to see what was happening inside the house. There was a tall, dark haired male, with a shorter, dark haired female running out from inside the house. Right behind them followed an older female, with graying, blond hair. As they reached the street, they huddled together, not taking their eyes off the house, which was being engulfed in more and more flames. Chandler gasped in his sleep as he saw what the 3 people saw. There was a man inside the house, struggling to get out, get up – breath. Somehow, he was able to zoom into the 3 people's faces that stood out in front of the house. Not being able to see faces, but emotion, he felt it too. Pain. He saw it, he felt it.

I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand

And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult

What a big baby…won't somebody save me please

You won't find nobody home

Suddenly, his view shifted back to the house. He saw the man inside fall, and he heard everyone behind him gasp and cry out for him, and for help. He turned around and saw the faces of the survivors.

They were none other than his fiancée, his best friend, and his soon to be mother-in-law.

Shaking and panting, Chandler woke up. His face was stricken with panic and fear. The bedsheets were being twisted and grabbed between is sweaty fingers as he tried to grab hold of what was real, and what was a dream. Running his hands through his hair, he decided to get up and get a glass of water.

Using just his hands, he tried to feel out which was a glass, and which was a mug. Roaming his hands along the shelf, he finally found a glass to the right of a mug. Suddenly, the shrill ring of the phone rang throughout the apartment, and in surprise, his hand caught on the mug handle, and it came crashing to the floor.

"Shit," he swore under his breath. "Who the hell would be calling me now?" He wondered aloud as he shuffled over to the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Chandler?"

"Ross?! What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?!" Chandler was a little more than irritated.

"I know man, but, can you come down to my parent's house? You need to be here right now."

Confusion took over. "Why? What's going on?"

"Well, in short, there's been a fire and –"

"A fire?! Is Monica okay? Are you okay? Are your parents okay?!" Sleep was the last thing on Chandler's mind as all the most horrid possibilities ran through his mind.

Ross' voice became a little shaky, "No one's dead alright man? I, I mean, Monica just wants you to be here. She needs you right now."

No one's dead… "That means someone's hurt though doesn't it?"

Ross' became frustrated, "Just get down here okay? Bye."

Chandler just stared at his end of the receiver, "Bye."

~*~

Chandler made his way through the great crowd that had gathered near the Gellers. Being semi-tall, he spotted Monica at the far end of the group, wrapped in a big, fireman's blanket. Judy was sitting a few meters to her right on the curb, also wrapped in a blanket. Ross had his arm around Monica, consoling her.

All of these quiet, battered voices

Wait for the hunger to come

We got little revolvers and stupid choices

A little out of breath and cold, Chandler finally reached Monica.

"Hey there. How are you?" He asked, lightly kissing the top of her nose.

She answered with a shrug.

"Do you want to leave?"

Again, she used her body language to convey not only her answer, but also, obviously, her emotions.

"Alright. I'll go talk to someone, see if you can, and we will."

Monica nodded in appreciation and set her gaze downcast once again.

And no one to say when we're done

Well I don't wanna let you down

"Excuse me officer, could you please explain to me what happened here? My fiancee would like to leave."

"Which one is she sir?"

As if it weren't obvious, he pointed at Monica, who was still shivering. "Monica Geller."

"Right. Well, she, her mother and her brother got out in time. Her father however…" The officer's voice trailed off.

"What happened?! Is he going to be alright?"

"I honestly can't say I know. Right now, he's barely breathing on his own, and unconscious."

"Wow…" was all the came out of Chandler's mouth. "Do you know how it happened? The fire I mean?"

"It's too tentative to go into the house right now, but from the looks and the history of the house, I'm pretty sure it was just a random, deliberate fire.

"Just? JUST? I can't believe you'd say that Officer – "

"Officer Clark."

"Officer Clark. Those people are my closest friends, almost like family…Actually, they will be my family…" Chandler's thought never finished out loud. All of a sudden, a new emotion rushed over him. Anger. Who would be oh-so-stupid as to want to set a deliberate fire to harm innocent people?!

I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes

'cause I know there's little things about me

That would sing in the silence of so much rejection

"Thank you Officer." Chandler could not see straight as he made his way back to Monica. "He says it's okay for you to leave. He did an inspection right?"

"Yeah," her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanna leave now."

"I know baby, I know."

In every connection I make

I can't find nobody home

I wanna be the last thing you hear when you're falling asleep.

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