Now, I've just realised what 'somebody I know' (hey you know who you are! Lol) meant when she said that the best Matty movie moment was when he said 'I see' in Three To Tango. I was like, now what bit is she on about?! I watched it again and NOW I know. I should have realised straight away because it is my favourite scene. Anyway I'm babbling now, and most of you probably don't have a clue what I'm talking about so I'm just going to introduce the FINAL part! Enjoy and please review!

Love Is All Around

Chapter 4 – Soul mates

I'm pleased mom and Chandler are friends again. When they were avoiding each other, it affected everybody. Joey and Phoebe kept out of it all, not wanting to get involved. It's great to see everything nearly back to normal again.

I said 'nearly' because of one person who is still disrupting everyone's lives. Daniel is still around. He and mom have been together for two months now and they fight all the time. Daniel comes round to our place late at night smelling like a brewery, being loud and often offensive. That is, he's offensive to me. He hates me. He thinks I get in the way of the 'perfect' situation he has with mom.

When I'm not at Chandler and Joey's, I'm often spending the night at Uncle Ross and Rachel's. I usually have to play with Emma, but anything is better than what I go through with Daniel.

Both my grandparents are sick with some virus so mom has gone to see them to take care of them, and as no one else was available to take care of me, Daniel was forced to stay over. The first thing he did was order us a Chinese takeaway. He knows I hate Chinese. It makes me feel sick and mom never eats it when I'm around.

I refused to eat the food of course and in turn Daniel refused to cook me anything else. That night, I had no dinner.

It was three in the morning, and my stomach was growling so hard. There was just no way I was going to get to sleep on an empty stomach. Even worst, my head was hurting and I ached all over. I yearned for mom to come home and hug me, but she didn't. She wouldn't be back until morning. I didn't quite dare to wake Daniel, as he would only get annoyed.

I still wanted someone to be with me, to tell me that everything was going to be ok. I felt so ill. Then I realised... Chandler would help me! He would take care of me and feed me. I slowly tiptoed out of my room, trying to ignore my pounding head that was making me feel so dizzy.

I walked quietly to the apartment door, opened it and walked across the hall to the place I knew so well. I felt so weak, so tired. I just wanted to sleep, but I didn't want to go back to my bed. I wanted to see Chandler or even Joey. I lifted my arm and tapped the door, not once thinking that it might be unlocked.

I tapped it again, and when there was no answer, I started to cry. I knocked harder this time, and when the door finally opened, I collapsed into the arms of whoever stood in front of me.

*****

"She was just standing there, crying her eyes out." I heard voices. My eyes slowly opened and everything was such a blur. I blinked once or twice and saw two people staring down at me.

"She's waking up," one of the people said. I realised it was Chandler. "What do you mean she was crying?" he asked the other person.

I looked around and saw I was lying in Chandler's bed. The early morning sunrise peeped out through the curtains. I recognised the other person to be Joey.

"I don't know why she was crying," Joey now said, "All I know is that when I answered the door, she was standing there and then she collapsed into my arms."

"Jenny? Are you awake?" Chandler asked me. I nodded. I felt terrible. My head felt so hot but the rest of my body felt so cold. Chandler put a hand to my forehead and he withdrew it immediately.

"She's burning up!" he exclaimed. He looked at me, pity spread all over his face. He turned back to Joey. "Where's Daniel?" he demanded.

"No answer at Monica's." Joey explained, "Monica can't be back yet and Daniel has disappeared."

"Right. That's it. He's gone too far this time." Chandler muttered.

I just fell back asleep.

*****

When I woke back up, I saw my mom sitting at the edge of my bed, crying. "Mom?" I called weakly.

She looked up at me and put a hand to my forehead. She smiled at me softly and said, "Your fever is beginning to go down sweetie. Would you like anything to eat?"

I sat up and nodded. "What time is it?" I asked her.

"You've been asleep for hours. It's evening now."

I had slept through a whole day? I had never done that before. "Why were you crying?" I asked her.

"Because I've made a mess," mom replied, "I've let you down."

"Where's Daniel?"

My mom sighed and reached out for me. She held me in her arms for a long time before replying, "You don't need to worry about that man anymore. You won't see him again."

The door opened and in walked Chandler, with a bowl in his hands. He smiled at the two of us. "It's soup," he said, handing me the bowl with a spoon, "Eat it, it'll make you feel stronger."

"Thank you." I said grabbing the bowl and immediately beginning to eat. With my fever down and appetite coming back, I had never felt so hungry in my entire life.

"You're feeling better I see," Chandler commented, looking amused.

I nodded my reply.

"So…um…Monica, where is Daniel?" Chandler asked mom. I looked up and listened to my mom's answer.

"I've finished with him," my mom replied quietly, looking down on the floor.

"I see," Chandler nodded.

"He was a jerk." I said loudly, finishing my soup.

"Well, Jenny, do you want to stay in Chandler's bed for now or do you want to come home?" my mom asked, immediately changing the subject. She does that sometimes if she's uncomfortable.

"Can I stay here?" I asked, snuggling back into the covers. "It's so comfortable here."

Chandler laughed. "Ok, ok. Stay here if you want, I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

"Are you sure?" my mom asked, smiling at him.

"I'm sure."

****

The next morning, I was up and about again. My fever had gone down now and I went to Central Perk with mom. Everyone was sitting on the couch and chairs. It was like the old times.

"Well there she is!" Joey exclaimed. "Bunking off school I see!"

"No I'm not." I grumbled, grinning.

"How're you feeling sweetie?" Rachel asked, walking over and giving me a long hug.

"Fine now."

The smile was wiped off my face when I saw who had just walked inside the coffee house. It was Daniel.

"Hello," he muttered at me, "Is your mom here?"

"Hello Daniel." Chandler said, walking up. "What do you want?"

"I need to talk to Monica," Daniel snapped, "Not you."

"Well maybe I don't want to talk to you." mom replied, scowling.

"Yes so why don't you just go back to where you came from." Chandler added, glaring at Daniel.

I walked right up to Daniel and poured a glass of ice-cold milk on his head. The liquid ran down his face and into his mouth, making him splutter.

My mom gasped, trying to keep a straight face. "Jenny!" she gently scolded me.

Chandler smirked, and Joey let out a snort of laughter. Phoebe and Rachel were out of control, their heads thrown back in hysterics. Uncle Ross rolled his eyes at me in disapproval, though I could tell he was dying to laugh.

"You stupid little…" Daniel muttered, lunging for me. Chandler blocked his way and grabbed his arm.

"Get out!" Chandler shouted, pushing him towards the door.

"I think you should all leave." Gunther called from behind the counter. "Cool down a little."

We all left and stood outside. Daniel took one last look at us and then walked down the street. I could still see the little drips of milk coming out of his hair.

"Thank you," mom said quietly, looking at Chandler with warmth I had seen so many times before.

"No problem." Chandler replied. I saw their eyes meet and only the sound of Uncle Ross giving a hinted cough interrupted them.

"Um…I think we'd better get going now." Rachel said, smiling at mom and Chandler. She turned to me. "Why don't you come with us?"

"We'll come too." Phoebe jumped in, nudging Joey. Joey nodded.

"Wait one minute," I told them. "You go on ahead."

They left leaving mom, Chandler and me alone. I folded my arms at the two of them.

"What's up Jenny?" Chandler asked, looking confused.

"I think you should know that mom loves you." I told him bluntly. I saw his eyes widen and he glanced at mom, who was blushing furiously.

"Mom, I think you should know that Chandler has been in love with you for years. He always has. The only reason he didn't admit that three years ago is because he thought I would get hurt if the two of you would not work out. He lied when he said he wasn't interested."

"What…how did you…how?" Chandler sputtered, his eyes widening at me further.

"Oh come on," I wrinkled my nose. "I'm 12…I'm not stupid. Next time you want to spill your feelings about mom to Joey without me listening, make sure I'm really asleep."

I turned and walked up the road, catching up to Ross, Rachel, Phoebe and Joey. I grinned at them. "I thought I needed to get them to see the point." I told them.

Uncle Ross looked at me in disbelief and grinned. "You're pretty smart for a 12 year old." He commented. "I wish you were that age during my 'divorce' phase."

"I knew all about that too," I answered. "You should have just married Rachel in the first place." I heard Rachel giggle.

I glanced back at mom and Chandler, who were in deep discussion. Then they stopped and Chandler leaned in to kiss my mom. As my mom responded, I looked away. What they were doing was private and it just grosses me out.

As we all walked away from the scene, for the first time ever I felt complete. For ten years I had someone missing in my life. Now Chandler would be around to fill that gap. My dad.

"They are soul mates," I heard Rachel murmur. She was still watching the happy couple.

"Love is all around." I added.

As we continued to walk, a sudden thought popped in my head. It had been bothering me for days. I turned to Joey.

"What's omnipotent?" I asked him.

"Don't say that out loud!" he exclaimed. The group burst into laughter. Joey glanced at them with a confused expression. "I was just telling her not to say it!" he protested.

"Same old Joey…" Ross murmured.

"What?" I demanded.

"We'll tell you when you're older." Phoebe said, patting me on the head.

I'm old enough to find love for my mom, but not old enough to know that joke. Some things never change.

THE END

:I was going to write a couple of more parts, but I felt it was time to end it and I've had a pretty hard couple of days and I know my sad mood would affect the script. I'm not going into details. If you like, I might write a epilogue. I'll see what reviews I get first though. I hope you enjoyed it.: