Well, hello again! I'm going to try and finish this before it's forgotten about! Here is the third chapter, and like I said, I'm going to use "I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne. I don't own the song or the characters okay? Oh yeah…not a lot of dialogue in this one. I tried to refrain from it, as it suits the mood of the chapter : )

The next week was, well, tiring. Needless to say, the Geller-Bing wedding was postponed. Monica just moped around the apartment, without much purpose or aim. She would pick something up, and put it back down. The apartment would have been a mess if Chandler hadn't cleaned up himself. He had taken Monica to seek therapy, but since Monica didn't want to go, no good came out of it.

Jack. Now he was a totally different story. Even if he wanted to bounce back, he couldn't. Monica went to check on him everyday, to see if he had woken up. Chandler hated seeing her like this. She murmured to herself all the time and it seemed like she cursed more. These were little things, but they scared Chandler. He didn't want his fiancée to slip into depression. According to her therapist, he could still keep her out from that black hole.

"Useless, useless, useless, useless…" Monica muttered under her breath as she attempted to clean the dishes. She and Chandler had just come home from the hospital, where everything but good news was revealed. Her father had been in a coma for 2 weeks, with nothing but downhill progress. Every time the doctors tried to tell Monica what the problem was, she'd just tune them out, waved her arm and told them to do whatever they could.

Chandler eyed her and took the risk. "What are you saying hon?"

"Nothing. I'm just useless, that's all. I think you knew that already." She answered, with no emotion in her voice.

Chandler audibly sighed. He hated when Monica put herself down like this. The black hole was winning.

~*~

Monica walked dejectedly ahead of the group. The funeral was over. Her head was hung in disbelief. Dead. Her dad was dead. She didn't even know the causes. Something about too much smoke and it being toxic, but she had tuned everything out when she went to visit him for the last time. Her mom always picked on her, but her dad stood up for her – most of the time. She would miss that. He never seemed to be in a bad mood. She would miss that. He was always real, never faking anything. She would miss that.

Suddenly, she picked up the pace. She practically ran to the waiting cab and got in by herself. She didn't want to see anyone right now.

~*~ 3 months later ~*~

The wedding was rescheduled to perform in less than 4 weeks time. Monica seemed to be doing a lot better. Even her therapist was amazed. There was one thing Monica hadn't done yet. And that was visit to Jack Geller's grave. Since the ceremony, Monica couldn't bring herself to see the place where her father's cremated body lay. In a sense, it kept her sane. It was kind of a lean-on. If she didn't go, it wouldn't have to be such a strong truth…that her dad had died. Everyone was telling her to go. Especially Phoebe, who claimed Jack would be mad at her and curse her if she didn't go.

~*~

"Honey I'm home!" Chandler called out as he entered the apartment. "Monica?" He questioned, "Where are you?" He set down his suitcase and searched for her in their bedroom and guestroom. Exiting the guestroom, he stood still, and frowned at the door. "Monica," he asked under his breath, "Where did you go?"

~*~

Monica tried to keep her eyes open as the wind blew furiously against her face and through her hair. Why did I have to come today? She wondered. She stood at the opening of the cemetery and stared in. Scrunching up her face, she pulled her jacket tighter around her, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

"Whooaa!" She cried out as a heavy gust of wind hit her. Shivering, she muttered, "It's like he doesn't want me to come here…" She treaded lightly over to her father's tombstone. She clutched onto the tiger lilies, her father's favorite flower (go figure), as she came to her father's burial. For the longest time, she just stared down at it. She didn't speak a word. Her hands were turning white has she hung on tightly to the flowers and her jacket.

Suddenly, if felt as if every bone in her body turned limp. She collapsed into a heap at the foot of the grave and sobbed heavily. All the emotions that seemed so well concealed poured out. She sobbed wordlessly into the ground for what seemed like forever.

Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home

Monica lay there silently, except for the occasional hiccup. Somehow, the crying had made everything better, and now, she was just tired. As she finally calmed, she finally realized her surroundings. Her body shivered in response to the now gentler breeze that swept through the cemetery. She still lay there, sniffling and hiccuping until she felt a hand on her shoulder. If it were not such a quiet pretense, she would have screamed. Instead, her body jumped and she turned her head slowly. She found herself staring at a pair of legs. She shifted her gaze upwards, and saw Chandler standing there. The weird thing was, it didn't really look like him. He looked solemn and grave. Keeping the silence, he motioned for her to follow him.

It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Wont you take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you

Chandler led her by the hand to a secreted area off of Central Park. It was late, almost 10:30. In a November day, it was really dark. Not many people were there, but Chandler kept moving towards his destination. The rain was just stopping, but not the same could be said about the wind. It nipped at their backs, blowing Monica's hair into her face.

I'm looking for a place
searching for a face
is anybody here I know
cause nothings going right
and everything's a mess
and no one likes to be alone

Finally, Chandler stopped when they reached where he wanted to go. He had laid out a few blankets under a large tree, where the ground and the bottom few feet of the leaves were next to completely dry. He led her onto the blankets and sat them both down. They stared into the sky for a long period of time. It was not an uncomfortable silence as they just sat and relished the semi-tranquil night.

Monica felt Chandler's grip tighten around her hand. She glanced at him and saw he was looking back at her. Nothing was said, not even ' thank you', or 'I love you'. It seemed as though their feelings passed through their physical connection.

Chandler used his free hand to wipe the occasional tear off of Monica's cheek. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Monica's calm demeanor disappeared at his soft touches. She broke into tears for the second time that night. Chandler pulled her in closer and rocked her back and forth as she cried into his chest.

Oh why is everything so confusing
maybe I'm just out of my mind
yea yea yea

Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you

I'm with you

Take me by the hand
take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...

* whispers * I think there's only one chapter left. I hope you enjoyed that one! Please leave a review, the more reviews, the quicker I write!