Hey, I'm backie! I'm still continuing this fic, as of now, I guess…. I'm not sure how long it'll be after today for my fics (all of them) to be updated b/c omg I have midterms! Actually, not for another week and a half, but I havta start now b/c I don't know like the entire 1st mp in math and history is impossible. I really don't wanna fail either. Plus, I have a Chemistry paper due on Fri. on Max Planck…anybody know anything about him? Ooo, better yet, if u've written a paper on him, can u give it to me to use? Lol jk I don't cheat…like that. Anyways, here's chapter 3. Please read and review. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, blah, blah, blah.
For the next few days, Chandler followed Monica through her daily routine. He always came down first thing in the morning, meeting her at the hospital, and then only left her once she fell asleep. He felt ridiculous for doing such a thing, but he couldn't help himself. He was addicted to Monica. He couldn't be around her enough. However, Chandler began to dream of talking to her. He longed to let to know who he was. But, he kept those as mere dreams, knowing that he could never have the reality.
On the fourth day that he followed her, Monica stayed later than usual at the hospital. It was around ten o'clock and she was wandering through the almost empty hallways. Suddenly, she stopped and her face blanched. She had no doubt in her mind that someone was indeed behind her. She turned around hastily, but saw nothing. She was beginning to worry about her hallucinations. Although, she had turned around, she still felt that someone was around her. There was a chilling filling throughout her body. But she thought that perhaps it was a cruel joke that one of the maintenance men were pulling on her.
So, in a shaky voice, she called out, "Is anyone out here?"
Still, the corridor was silent, aside from the faint sounds of beeping machines. Monica took in a deep breath and resumed her travels.
Meanwhile, Chandler was beginning to become nervous. How could she sense his presence? He thought that mortals could only know that angels were around them when the angel willed them to. However, Chandler didn't want to stop following her. Instead, he decided that he would take a risk. He knew that it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. Chandler followed Monica into the elevator, and he saw her shaking. He felt bad that he was scaring her so much. Suddenly, Chandler heard Monica shriek.
"Who are you?! How…how did you…" She trailed off, looking around the elevator frantically.
The elevator arrived at the floor, and Monica stepped off it, while looking over her shoulder. Quickly, she headed outside through the doors. Chandler decided that he should leave. It seemed too risky to continue to be around Monica at that moment. Fairly disappointed and utterly confused, he flew up towards heaven.
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When Monica got to her apartment, she hastily went inside and frantically called out for Rachel.
Rachel came out of her bedroom in her pajamas. "What's wrong?"
"I…I…I saw this guy…"
"Yeah?"
"But I didn't."
"What? You're making no sense."
"Okay, look. All week, I've had this eerie feeling that someone was following me. Then, today, the feeling was even stronger when I was walking through the hallways. And when I got into the elevator, that was empty when I got on, I saw this man. But just for a split second. Then, he disappeared."
Rachel looked at Monica sympathetically. "Hun, I know that you think you saw somebody, but you were just hallucinating from lack of sleep."
"No, I really saw…"
Rachel cut her off. "Mon, you're utterly exhausted. Just take a few days off, and I'm sure that you'll stop seeing things."
Monica looked away pensively for a few moments. "Okay, I guess you're right. I'll take tomorrow off."
"Good, but not just tomorrow. Come on, Mon. You haven't taken a vacation since…like ever. Take the entire week off!"
"No way!"
"Mon, you're gonna go crazy from this lack of sleep. Come on, just a week. I even promise I'll keep you busy if you get bored."
Monica sighed. "Fine."
"Oh thank you sweetie! This is good for you; trust me! Okay, I'm gonna go call Ross and tell him the news. You…get some sleep."
Monica angrily mumbled incoherently in response and left for her room.
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When Chandler made his way back to heaven, he was completely baffled. He had no idea how Monica could have seen him. It wasn't like he wished to become visible to her or anything, did he? He decided to talk to Phoebe and Joey because they were his best friends. He figured that between the three of them, they would be able to figure out what his problem was.
However, when he got to the pool hall and relayed his dilemma to his friends, they were seemingly less than understanding.
"Oh my God!" Joey reprimanded, "You've been spending all your time watching a…a mortal!"
"What's so bad about that?"
"Everything!" Phoebe warned.
"Yeah. Man, you've gotta stop going to Earth so much. Nothing good can come of that."
"But, you guys don't get it! I have to see Monica!"
"You know her name?" Joey asked accusingly.
Chandler looked away. "Well, some people called her by that, so…"
"Oh my God! How long have you been around this woman?!"
"Too long, obviously," Phoebe answered for him.
"Chandler…"
"I know, I know! It's a bad idea. But I can't help it!"
"Well, don't do anything stupid and let her know who you are…" Phoebe stopped short and looked at Chandler, who was studying the ground in shame. "You told her?"
"No! I was with her, right? And she kept kinda…sensing me, I guess. Like she kept feeling my presence and all. And then, today, we were in the elevator and…I think she saw me."
"What?!" Joey asked, "You let her see you?!"
"No, that's the thing! I didn't let her see me!"
Phoebe gasped.
"What?"
"Umm…Chandler, I don't know how to say this…but she saw you because you're in love with her."
"What?!" Joey and Chandler demanded simultaneously.
"Well, you see, when an angel…falls in love with someone…they unwillingly allow the mortal to see them."
"What are you talking about?"
"Yeah, I mean your brain tells you not to allow her to see you. But your heart wants her to see you, and the heart's stronger than the brain."
Joey snorted. "That's ridiculous!"
"Is it? Is it?! What do you think drives angels to become humans? I certainly don't think it's the luxury of living on Earth, do you?"
Chandler sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "What am I gonna do?"
"Don't go to her anymore!" Joey warned.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right!" Chandler agreed outwardly. However, deep inside of him, he knew that it wouldn't be that easy to stop seeing Monica.
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The next morning, Monica walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and wrapped in a towel. She stopped in the middle of the living room and breathed in deeply. She finally felt like she was alone. That uncanny feeling that had refused to leave her side for the past week was finally gone. Monica began to make her way to her room when Rachel entered the living room.
"Hey. How does it feel to sleep late and to not have to work?" Rachel asked.
"Oddly, it feels good."
Rachel smiled. "Great. Take this week and relax! Okay?"
"I know, I know."
"So, do you still feel like you're being followed?"
"No."
"Good, see a break was what you needed! Hopefully, once your break's over, you'll feel completely rejuvenated."
"Uh-huh," Monica agreed half-heartedly.
"What? What's wrong now?"
Monica looked away shamefully. "I feel kinda lonely."
"What?"
"Well, even though that feeling that someone was around me all the time was weird, it was kind of reassuring, too. Like I wasn't alone, ever. Like someone was watching over me, making sure nothing bad happened to me."
"Aww, sweetie. You're never alone. Don't worry. I mean I'll always be here for you."
Monica smiled gratefully. "I know, I know. But it's a different kind of lonely that I feel without him."
"Him?"
"Yeah, well, the flicker of whatever had been present around me was a man."
"Monica, I think you've gone over the edge."
"Okay, fine, whatever. You could at least be supportive.
"Ya know what?" Rachel asked, ignoring Monica's previous statement, "Maybe, you imagined this guy up because you want a boyfriend!"
"I dunno…"
"Sure! It all makes sense! You're single and lonely. I know exactly who I'll fix you up with!"
Monica looked at Rachel skeptically. "Who?"
"This guy, Rob, who works in the department below me at Ralph Lauren. He's sweet and very cute…"
"Well…"
"Come on, just one date!"
"All right, fine," Monica agreed.
"Yay! Ooo Ross and I could double date with you and Rob! Oh this will be so much fun!"
"Yeah, sure," Monica said unenthusiastically.
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That night, Chandler tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't sleep. All he thought about was Monica and how he couldn't see her anymore. Finally, he fell into a restless sleep. He began to dream that he was with Monica in a field. He was looking right into her beautiful, caring face, and she was looking at him. He could feel his heart melt as they kept their eyes locked. His mouth went dry and he opened it to speak, but no words came out. He swallowed hard and licked his lips.
Finally, in a raspy voice he whispered, "I love you, Monica."
She smiled and broke eye contact. She then began to walk away from him. Chandler called her name over and over again, but she kept walking farther away. He tried to run, but he couldn't move his legs. He just stood rooted to his spot, watching Monica leave him. After she walked out of view, Chandler woke up. He decided, right then and there, that he had to see Monica again. He couldn't lose her like he had lost her in his dream. It was then that he knew Phoebe was indeed correct. He was in love with Monica.
Okay, part 3 is finished! To be continued…soon (?). We'll see just how soon it is. Ooo and correction: the word is confuzzled. I'm deeply sorry Lyss, lol. All right, please leave me a review! Thanks!:)