~* Thank you so much for reviewing. Here is your Christmas present from me: the fifth part. So enjoy it and for my Christmas present you can leave a review! And oh I just heard the great news! Friends is coming back for another season!!!!!!!! I guess that's their Christmas present to us! The song is by Brian Whitman. Although I think that it's a remake, and I don't know who originally sang it. Hmm. So he wouldn't own the words either. Yeah, so I don't know who does. ~*

Disclaimer: Oh, so they're not mine? Well, Scrooge, merry Christmas to you too. Geez, where's the holiday spirit people? Why can't I just have one or two? Are you really that selfish? (So, this is my way of saying, I don't own the characters.)

Monica gave up on the hope that he'd call. She figured two weeks was a long time for someone to go without calling. But there was still that question of why he hadn't called. Why? What could she have possibly done that made him not want to call her? That night had been magical, that night had been special.

"Mon?" It was Ross. They were sitting in the coffee house, where they spent a great deal of time in their new little group. Her, Ross, Phoebe, and Joey. Sometimes Rachel would come, and she could see a hint of attraction between her and Ross.

"Hmm?" She came out of her reverie to answer him.

"Are you coming?"

"To where?" She really hadn't been paying attention to what they were saying. She needed to acquire that skill where you could half listen and half think.

"To the symphony Tuesday night?"

"Oh, yes, sure," she nodded.

"Well, I'm not going," Joey announced. "Since I don't have Monica telling me that I have to go to these things," he shot Monica a smile which she returned with a teasing glare. "I'm going to skip out."

"Why don't you ask Rachel?" Monica suggested. "We have the extra ticket."

"That's a great idea," Ross said.

"Hey Chandler?" Rachel called to him from the kitchen. She had attempted to cook for him, but had ended up burning the chicken that she had made, and they had given in and ordered a pizza.

"Yes?"

"My friends called me and asked me to go to the symphony tomorrow night, do you want to come?" Chandler racked his brain for a good excuse not to have to go. It wasn't that he hated the symphony, it was just that some of Rachel's friends were stuck up snobs whom he would be happy if he never had to meet again.

"I don't know Rach," he said. "Can I check?'

"Sure, they don't know if they can scrounge up another ticket anyway," she assured him bringing her pizza out into the living room. "I just thought that it would be nice."

"Oh, then, I'll come if they have a ticket," Chandler gave in. Rachel was rapidly becoming his best friend. He hated to disappoint her.

"Thanks Chandler," she said leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Chandler nodded and feigned a smile. He would just try to ignore her friends the night. Besides, you couldn't talk in a symphony right? He suddenly pictured Monica in the symphony beside him faking interest in Rachel's friends. She would have made fun of them behind their backs with him. She should be there. He wanted her to be there. Without her boyfriend, he thought bitterly. Time to move on, he reminded himself. What's in the past is in the past.

I walk along the city streets

you used to walk along with me

and every step I take

reminds me of just how

it used to be

"I'm sorry I can't go, I have to work," Monica told her brother.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, we have a large party coming in that we're short staffed and I need to be there for," she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry. Can you find someone else for the ticket?"

"Yes, Rachel said that her one friend wanted to come, I guess I'll just give the ticket to him."

"Thanks Ross," she said. "I have to run. Have fun!" She left the coffeehouse and headed towards her restaurant. She honestly was upset about not being able to go. Something told her that it would have been an interesting evening. A very interesting evening.

Chandler fidgeted with his tie as he and Rachel waited for her friends.

"Rachel!" A man called out.

"Ross!" She grabbed Chandler's hand and pulled him to the man and woman standing there.

"This is Phoebe. Phoebe, this is Rachel and...."

"Chandler," Rachel supplied. "This is Chandler."

"Nice to meet you," Chandler extended his hand. Ross took it and shook it.

"Come on," Ross said and led the group into the building. "I got great seats."

"So Phoebe, what do you do?" Chandler asked.

"I work at a restaurant, and I do massaging on the side," Phoebe told him. "You?"

"I work for a large company, I'm an assistant to the CEO," he told her.

"That sounds interesting," Phoebe said.

"Oh, it's not," Chandler replied and they both laughed. He caught the tail end of Rachel and Ross's conversation.

"It's a shame she had to work," Rachel said.

"I know, she loves the symphony," Ross said and he found their seats and sat down. Chandler could see sparks flying between Ross and Rachel. Not like they were between him and Monica. No, he told himself. You will not think about her tonight.

"Monica?" He heard someone call and instinctively his head whipped around. It was a middle-aged man doing the calling. And the Monica in question was a seven-year-old.

"Daddy, when's the band going to play?" The little girl asked as her and her father passed Chandler. Stop thinking about her, he instructed again. Don't think about her. That, however, was easier said then done.

Monica was flustered at her restaurant. It was the lunch rush and Phoebe and the other waiters and waitresses were running around trying to get plates out to tables. Monica herself was even taking food out to customers when a waiter or waitress was busy.

"Chandler! I can't believe you!" She heard and Monica spun around crashing right into Phoebe with a tray of chicken parmesan that spilled all over the front of Monica's shirt.

"Mon! I'm so sorry," Phoebe apologized grabbing napkins and dabbing the front of the shirt trying to get the sauce off.

"No, it was my fault," Monica assured her. She looked around the restaurant to see where the voice was coming from. It was a woman, and the Chandler whom she was correcting was a twenty-year-old young woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. She sighed. He was getting to her. She needed to stop this. This was not helping.

"I'm going to go change," Monica said and hurried back to her office. She got inside and shut the door and sighed leaning her head back against it. It would be a long day, she could tell already.

"Mon?" Phoebe knocked on the door a few minutes later.

"Come in," Monica said and Phoebe peeked her head in. "Is it still a madhouse out there?"

"No. It's settled down now," Phoebe said and sat down opposite of Monica. "What happened?"

"Nothing, it was just...." Monica's voice trailed off. "It was nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. But thanks," Monica smiled at her friend.

"I don't think so Monica. You've been acting really strange. What's going on?" Monica sighed and the whole story poured out all at once.

"And now he won't return my calls and hasn't called me and I can't figure out what I've done. And I heard his name, only he's now a twenty-year old girl." She dropped her head into her hands.

"That's quite a story," Phoebe said when Monica was finished.

"Tell me about it." Monica glanced up at her friend who was giving her a sympathetic glance.

"Maybe you should go to his apartment?"

"And what? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he hates me? What if says horrible things to me?"

"Then at least you'll know that you tried your best. That you tried and you failed, but at least you'll know." Monica still looked unconvinced. "Monica, look at this way, you have nothing to lose, and everything to gain."

how can I forget you girl?

when there is always something there to remind me

always something there to remind me

shadows fall I pass the smoky place

where we would dance at night

I can't help recalling

how it felt to kiss and hold you tight

Chandler walked down the street filled with people hurrying to and from work and school and various places and he pulled his coat closer to his body. It was almost Christmas, he reminded himself. In the new year he could start again. A fresh start. A new start. It would be perfect. She would be just a distant memory. He got onto the subway and sat down. He hardly ever took the subway, but it was too cold to walk and he didn't feel like taking a cab. He found a seat by two teenage girls in school uniforms with their books firmly held in their hands as the subway maneuvered it's way through the tunnel.

"Did you find a quote from the book yet?" The one asked leaning over the other girl to peer at her paper.

"Oh, yeah, um..." the girl flipped through her book. "Page 101."

"What does it say?" The first girl asked.

"'There must have been moments even that afternoon that Daisy tumbled short of his dreams-not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way.'" She stopped reading and said something to her friend.

"Is that the Great Gatsby?" Chandler asked suddenly realizing what they had been reading. They looked up at him startled.

"Yes?" Chandler simply nodded, now lost in his own thoughts. That was Monica's favorite book. And of course, his favorite. He remembered that part. Was Monica his Daisy? Was he just building her up in his head? Was she really that perfect? He got to his stop and left the two girls to do their schoolwork as thoughts of Monica ran through his head. It was a perfect night. She had been perfect. What had happened to his not thinking about her? He really needed a better distraction. He went home and took out his torn and ripped copy and began to read it. It reminded him of her. And that was painful, but cathartic, and he kept reading well into the night.

how can I forget you girl?

when there is always something there to remind me

always something there to remind me

I was born to love her

and I will never be free

you'll always be a part of me

Monica walked into the video rental store. She searched the titles for a good chick flick. She was having Rachel and Phoebe over for a girls' night. She browsed the titles and wasn't finding anything good.

"Excuse me?" She heard someone ask up at the counter. "Do you have any of the Die Hards?" Chandler's favorite movie. He had said that it was his favorite. She fought back the urge to think about him. She had been doing so well. She had talked Phoebe out of going to his apartment, and now had almost forgotten about him. Who was she kidding? She wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about him. She placed the video she had in her hands back onto the shelf and left the store. She just walked for awhile and was surprised to find herself in front of his building. She forced her feet to move, but she was rooted in place. She saw that his light was on, so he was home. All she would have to do....No, she shook her head. He didn't want to see her. She moved away and got on the subway. Two young girls were getting off as she was getting on, their arms full of books. She moved aside so that they could pass and found an empty seat.

"What movies did you get?" Phoebe asked when Monica walked in. "What took you so long? You've been gone for over an hour."

"Oh, they had nothing good, so I went to another store. And they had nothing good either," Monica lied. "I looked for awhile, but I figured we could just watch one of my movies."

"Oh, that's fine," Rachel spoke up. Her and Phoebe shared a look as Monica passed them and went straight into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. She sighed as she splashed water onto her face. Why did it have to be this hard? She put a fake smile on her face and went out to join her friends. Anything to keep her mind off him.

If you should find you miss the sweet

and tender love we used to share

just go back to the places

where we used to meet

and I'll be there

how can I forget you girl?

when there is always something there to remind me

always something there to remind me

Monica was walking home from work and could hear a choir. They were standing out on the steps of a church singing Christmas carols. She stopped to listen to them.

"I'll be home for Christmas," the sang. "You can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents under the tree. Christmas eve will find me where the love light gleams. I'll be home for Christmas. If only in my dreams." She shivered and pulled her coat closer to her. She glanced up as snow began to gently fall to the ground. She closed her eyes and listened to the music and let the snow swirl around her. It was perfect. It was magical.

Chandler walked down the street with his hands shoved into his pockets. He could hear a choir, and he decided to go listen to them. He made his way over to the church and was walking when he ran right into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said.

"Oh, no..." she trailed off. Their eyes met and she gasped. "Chandler?"

"Monica?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I was...I heard the music," he pointed to the choir.

"Oh."

"Oh." They were silent for a moment.

"Why didn't you call?"

"What?"

"Why didn't you call me? I tried to call several times...and you...didn't call."

"I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you?"

"Why don't you ask your boyfriend," he said and he contain the bitterness the crept into his voice.

"What boyfriend?"

"I saw you! I saw you eating dinner with him!"

"When?"

"The day after," Chandler said. "Why didn't you tell me that you were dating someone?"

"I wasn't! I'm not!" It dawned on her suddenly. "That's my brother!"

"That was your brother?"

"Uh-huh," she said and began laughing. "You thought...that I....I was dating him?" She kept laughing. It was either laugh or cry and she was pretty sure that the tears would freeze to her face.

"Your brother?" He kept repeating.

"Yes, Ross, my brother."

"Ross?" He had met him. He had gone to the symphony with him. She was supposed to go. She had to work. That's who they were talking about. He had taken her ticket.

"Yes. So that's why you didn't call?"

"I thought....it doesn't matter," he said and took her hand and leaned in to kiss her. "You're not dating anyone?"

"Nope."

"Not now?"

"Nope."

"Not then?"

"Nope."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Sure." She smiled. He gave her a kiss and her arms encircled around his neck as she fell into his arms. The snow fell and the choir sang and they continued to kiss.

"Why are you here?" He asked suddenly.

"I heard the music too," she said motioning to the choir.

"Maybe it's a coincidence?" He offered.

"No," she said shaking her head.

"No?"

"No. It's fate."

I was born to love her

and I will never be free

you'll always be a part of me

always something there to remind me

always something there

there's always something there

I was born to love her

~*Fear not good folk of fanfiction land. I will write an epilogue I believe, but only if you want me to. So drop me a note and tell me what you thought or think or even what you want for Christmas if you want to! Oh, and an early Merry Christmas! ~*