CHAPTER#8
A/N: Thank-you to everyone who has reviewed this story. To answer a question the man Rachel saw was a police office. I didn't say much about this, because I didn't want to change the focus. Also, to Kelly (the real one) yes, I am stocking you (j/k)( Oh, and I made a mistake, in my last Author's Note. I said this was my longest fanfic yet, but it isn't TOW the Wallet was longer. Just thought I'd let you know. (I know no one cares) Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Chandler snapped back to reality at the sound of the phone and after hesitating, answered it.
"Hello?" He said, keeping his eyes and attention on Monica who had now stepped into the apartment and had closed the door.
"Hey Chandler! How was your trip?" He recognized Phoebe's voice filter through the other end of the line.
"It was good," Chandler said. "Pheebs, can I call you back?"
"Sure. Bye."
Chandler hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He was still in shock.
Monica was nervous. She slowly, hesitantly took a few steps towards Chandler, and cleared her throat a few times. "Hi," she finally said, quietly.
This seemed to bring Chandler back to reality. Within seconds he had crossed the remaining space between them and pulled her into a tight hug. Monica immediately reacted by wrapping her arms around hi neck, holding on for dear life. She buried her head in his shoulder and he did the same. It wasn't long before they were both in tears.
Chandler didn't know how long they stood there, but he didn't care. This was like his best dream come true. And if it was a dream, he wasn't going to ruin it. He felt tears come to his eyes and did nothing to stop them. He realized his shoulder was wet, from Monica's tears. He pulled her even closer and allowed himself to simply cry.
It was a while later that he pulled back slightly, now resting his forehead against hers, looking into her puffy eyes. He reached his right arm up and cupped the side of her face with his hand. She reacted by sighing and pushing gently against his hand.
"Mon," he started. "I. I." he trailed off.
"I know," Monica said. "I know."
Chandler nodded before using his hand to gently tilt her face and brush his lips against hers. She responded by deepening the kiss. Chandler finally broke the kiss, feeling new tears coming from the emotion in the kiss. He led her over to the couch, where they both sat down, knowing they had to talk.
"So," Chandler prompted her.
Monica sighed before beginning. "After we got cut off, a bunch of men forced us outside and into trucks. They knocked us out and we woke up in a small cell. For the first couple days, they took us into this other room and beat us."
Chandler gasped when he heard this. "Why?" he asked gently.
Monica shook her head. "I don't really know. Apparently they thought we were people who we weren't. They wanted information that, obviously, we didn't have. The beatings subsided gradually and after about a month they stopped all together. At some point they moved us to another cell. We stayed there for years, until very recently, where they moved us almost every week until police found us. They only found us less than a week ago."
"I can't believe you were alive all this time," Chandler said, pulling her into another hug. "I could never really believe you were gone. Especially after Alyssa."
"Right, Alyssa, Ross told me about her."
Chandler gave her a confused look. "You didn't know?"
Monica shook her head. "I was told she was a stillborn."
"You lived for more then four and a half years thinking your daughter was dead? That's terrible!" Chandler said. He reached out and grabbed her hand with his.
"Well," Monica hesitated, not knowing what to say. "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" Chandler asked.
"Well, I didn't give birth to only Alyssa. You see I gave birth to twins. Alyssa was the second born. They took her away and said she was dead."
"Twins," Chandler said quietly as the news she was telling him began to sink in. "What about the other twin?"
"Samantha," Monica told him, smiling. "I named her Samantha."
Chandler smiled. "Where is she? Is she okay?"
"She's fine. She's at the hospital, getting some shots and stuff. Rachel's with her."
Chandler nodded, it sinking in that Rachel, to, was alive. He felt his emotions get the better of him again and he pulled Monica into another hug as he felt the tears come again.
Monica felt Chandler pull her into another hug and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling of being with him again. It had been far too long.
Chandler suddenly felt completely overrun with emotion. He felt like he could not get close enough to her. He kissed her shoulder and then neck, and everywhere on her face he could kiss her. He felt like he could not get across the emotion he was feeling.
Monica, however, knew exactly what he was feeling, as she was feeling the same. She felt Chandler frantically kissing her face, neck and shoulder. She allowed him to continue before she finally stopped him by capturing his lips with her own. She immediately deepened the kiss. She felt Chandler's hands move up her body, into her hair.
Chandler heard Monica moan quietly as he laid her back on the couch as both pairs of hands roamed.
Monica finally realized what was happening and broke the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He did the same and she felt him sigh against her shoulder. They lay together on the couch for close to half an hour, neither wanting to brake the moment.
Chandler finally sighed and sat up, taking Monica with him, not wanting to let go. He pulled back slightly, and wiped the tears off of her cheeks with his fingers. "I can't believe you're really here," he said softly. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"I can't believe I'm here either. I thought we'd never get outta that place. I was beginning to think I would never see you again. I, uh, I love you, Chandler. And I know how long it's been and I know that you thought I was dead, and got over me, so don't worry about saying it back. I just wanted you to know that I loved you."
Chandler cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. "I love you to," he whispered softly. "I never stopped. Not a day went by that I didn't wish you were here, with me and Alyssa."
"Thank-you, Chandler," Monica whispered. "I was so afraid you had moved on, found someone else. I spent the last five years wondering where I would fit in, where I would belong if and when we ever got out."
"You belong here," Chandler told her, looking deep into her eyes. "I never moved on, I couldn't. It was too hard. You don't have anything to thank me for."
They sat in silence for a couple minutes before Chandler finally spoke up. "So, can I meet this daughter of mine?"
Monica looked at him in surprise. "Of course, I should be getting back to the hospital soon anyway."
"Good," Chandler said nodding. "Just let me call Ross. I'll see if Alyssa can stay there overnight. I think it will be easier on Samantha if she gets a night here, without Alyssa. I don't think Alyssa will understand."
Just under an hour later, Chandler and Monica walked down the sidewalk together, heading towards the hospital. Chandler had dropped overnight stuff off for Alyssa. They thought it better if Alyssa not meet Monica just yet. Chandler noticed Monica's timid posture as she walked awkwardly down the street.
"You okay?" he asked.
Monica looked at him and nodded. "It's just been a long time since I've been around this many people. Or any people for that matter." She winced as a man rushed past them, bumping her shoulder on the way.
Chandler put his arm around her shoulder and she visibly relaxed. "Thank-you," she whispered.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the hospital and made their way towards Samantha's room.
Chandler felt himself begin to get nervous as Monica came to a stop at a closed door. He paused and Monica noticed the concerned look on his face.
"What?" She asked.
"N-nothing," he stammered. "I'm just a little nervous is all. I mean, what is she going to think of me being here? Will she like me? Will she understand who I am?"
Monica laughed slightly as she saw the Chandler she knew come out in this new, confident Chandler she had found at home. "Don't worry, Chandler. She'll love you and she knows who you are."
"She does?"
"Of course. Rachel and I made sure she knew who you were. Your name and the fact that you are a good person. She knows who you are."
"You sure?"
Monica nodded. "Just remember one thing, Samantha grew up in a world where every man she met was a bad person. She has yet to meet, and get to know, a good guy. Just know she will be very timid."
Chandler nodded, understanding.
"Stay here for a minute, okay?" Monica said quietly, squeezing his hand gently before opening the door and entering the room.
"Mom!" Samantha cried out when she saw Monica enter the room.
Monica rushed over to the bed and hugged her daughter. "Hey, sweetie, are you okay?"
"You were gone for a long time," Samantha said. "I didn't know if you were okay."
Monica realized that in Samantha's whole life, she had never been away from her mother for even a few minutes. "I was fine, Sam, this is what happens in the real world. You may not see certain people for hours, or even days, at a time, but it doesn't mean something is wrong, okay?"
Samantha nodded.
"So?" Rachel prompted. "How did it go?"
"Good," Monica said. She then turned her attention back to Samantha. "Do you remember Aunt Rachel and I telling you about your father?"
Samantha nodded.
"Would you like to meet him?"
"Okay," Samantha agreed easily.
"Okay," Monica repeated before walking back towards the door. She opened it and motioned for Chandler to enter.
A/N: How are Samantha and Chandler going to react to each other? And what about Monica and Alyssa? Wow, I'm starting to sound like a soap opera again. Y'know like 'tune in next week to find out if.' Moving on now. Next chapter soon. Also, I got a review from someone commenting on the periods with no spaces. Yes, they are supposed to be three periods in a row. I don't know what you meant about uploading as a web page. I just upload right out of Microsoft Word. Should I be doing it another way?
A/N: Thank-you to everyone who has reviewed this story. To answer a question the man Rachel saw was a police office. I didn't say much about this, because I didn't want to change the focus. Also, to Kelly (the real one) yes, I am stocking you (j/k)( Oh, and I made a mistake, in my last Author's Note. I said this was my longest fanfic yet, but it isn't TOW the Wallet was longer. Just thought I'd let you know. (I know no one cares) Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Chandler snapped back to reality at the sound of the phone and after hesitating, answered it.
"Hello?" He said, keeping his eyes and attention on Monica who had now stepped into the apartment and had closed the door.
"Hey Chandler! How was your trip?" He recognized Phoebe's voice filter through the other end of the line.
"It was good," Chandler said. "Pheebs, can I call you back?"
"Sure. Bye."
Chandler hung up the phone without saying goodbye. He was still in shock.
Monica was nervous. She slowly, hesitantly took a few steps towards Chandler, and cleared her throat a few times. "Hi," she finally said, quietly.
This seemed to bring Chandler back to reality. Within seconds he had crossed the remaining space between them and pulled her into a tight hug. Monica immediately reacted by wrapping her arms around hi neck, holding on for dear life. She buried her head in his shoulder and he did the same. It wasn't long before they were both in tears.
Chandler didn't know how long they stood there, but he didn't care. This was like his best dream come true. And if it was a dream, he wasn't going to ruin it. He felt tears come to his eyes and did nothing to stop them. He realized his shoulder was wet, from Monica's tears. He pulled her even closer and allowed himself to simply cry.
It was a while later that he pulled back slightly, now resting his forehead against hers, looking into her puffy eyes. He reached his right arm up and cupped the side of her face with his hand. She reacted by sighing and pushing gently against his hand.
"Mon," he started. "I. I." he trailed off.
"I know," Monica said. "I know."
Chandler nodded before using his hand to gently tilt her face and brush his lips against hers. She responded by deepening the kiss. Chandler finally broke the kiss, feeling new tears coming from the emotion in the kiss. He led her over to the couch, where they both sat down, knowing they had to talk.
"So," Chandler prompted her.
Monica sighed before beginning. "After we got cut off, a bunch of men forced us outside and into trucks. They knocked us out and we woke up in a small cell. For the first couple days, they took us into this other room and beat us."
Chandler gasped when he heard this. "Why?" he asked gently.
Monica shook her head. "I don't really know. Apparently they thought we were people who we weren't. They wanted information that, obviously, we didn't have. The beatings subsided gradually and after about a month they stopped all together. At some point they moved us to another cell. We stayed there for years, until very recently, where they moved us almost every week until police found us. They only found us less than a week ago."
"I can't believe you were alive all this time," Chandler said, pulling her into another hug. "I could never really believe you were gone. Especially after Alyssa."
"Right, Alyssa, Ross told me about her."
Chandler gave her a confused look. "You didn't know?"
Monica shook her head. "I was told she was a stillborn."
"You lived for more then four and a half years thinking your daughter was dead? That's terrible!" Chandler said. He reached out and grabbed her hand with his.
"Well," Monica hesitated, not knowing what to say. "It's complicated."
"Complicated?" Chandler asked.
"Well, I didn't give birth to only Alyssa. You see I gave birth to twins. Alyssa was the second born. They took her away and said she was dead."
"Twins," Chandler said quietly as the news she was telling him began to sink in. "What about the other twin?"
"Samantha," Monica told him, smiling. "I named her Samantha."
Chandler smiled. "Where is she? Is she okay?"
"She's fine. She's at the hospital, getting some shots and stuff. Rachel's with her."
Chandler nodded, it sinking in that Rachel, to, was alive. He felt his emotions get the better of him again and he pulled Monica into another hug as he felt the tears come again.
Monica felt Chandler pull her into another hug and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling of being with him again. It had been far too long.
Chandler suddenly felt completely overrun with emotion. He felt like he could not get close enough to her. He kissed her shoulder and then neck, and everywhere on her face he could kiss her. He felt like he could not get across the emotion he was feeling.
Monica, however, knew exactly what he was feeling, as she was feeling the same. She felt Chandler frantically kissing her face, neck and shoulder. She allowed him to continue before she finally stopped him by capturing his lips with her own. She immediately deepened the kiss. She felt Chandler's hands move up her body, into her hair.
Chandler heard Monica moan quietly as he laid her back on the couch as both pairs of hands roamed.
Monica finally realized what was happening and broke the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He did the same and she felt him sigh against her shoulder. They lay together on the couch for close to half an hour, neither wanting to brake the moment.
Chandler finally sighed and sat up, taking Monica with him, not wanting to let go. He pulled back slightly, and wiped the tears off of her cheeks with his fingers. "I can't believe you're really here," he said softly. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"I can't believe I'm here either. I thought we'd never get outta that place. I was beginning to think I would never see you again. I, uh, I love you, Chandler. And I know how long it's been and I know that you thought I was dead, and got over me, so don't worry about saying it back. I just wanted you to know that I loved you."
Chandler cut her off by placing a finger on her lips. "I love you to," he whispered softly. "I never stopped. Not a day went by that I didn't wish you were here, with me and Alyssa."
"Thank-you, Chandler," Monica whispered. "I was so afraid you had moved on, found someone else. I spent the last five years wondering where I would fit in, where I would belong if and when we ever got out."
"You belong here," Chandler told her, looking deep into her eyes. "I never moved on, I couldn't. It was too hard. You don't have anything to thank me for."
They sat in silence for a couple minutes before Chandler finally spoke up. "So, can I meet this daughter of mine?"
Monica looked at him in surprise. "Of course, I should be getting back to the hospital soon anyway."
"Good," Chandler said nodding. "Just let me call Ross. I'll see if Alyssa can stay there overnight. I think it will be easier on Samantha if she gets a night here, without Alyssa. I don't think Alyssa will understand."
Just under an hour later, Chandler and Monica walked down the sidewalk together, heading towards the hospital. Chandler had dropped overnight stuff off for Alyssa. They thought it better if Alyssa not meet Monica just yet. Chandler noticed Monica's timid posture as she walked awkwardly down the street.
"You okay?" he asked.
Monica looked at him and nodded. "It's just been a long time since I've been around this many people. Or any people for that matter." She winced as a man rushed past them, bumping her shoulder on the way.
Chandler put his arm around her shoulder and she visibly relaxed. "Thank-you," she whispered.
It wasn't long before they arrived at the hospital and made their way towards Samantha's room.
Chandler felt himself begin to get nervous as Monica came to a stop at a closed door. He paused and Monica noticed the concerned look on his face.
"What?" She asked.
"N-nothing," he stammered. "I'm just a little nervous is all. I mean, what is she going to think of me being here? Will she like me? Will she understand who I am?"
Monica laughed slightly as she saw the Chandler she knew come out in this new, confident Chandler she had found at home. "Don't worry, Chandler. She'll love you and she knows who you are."
"She does?"
"Of course. Rachel and I made sure she knew who you were. Your name and the fact that you are a good person. She knows who you are."
"You sure?"
Monica nodded. "Just remember one thing, Samantha grew up in a world where every man she met was a bad person. She has yet to meet, and get to know, a good guy. Just know she will be very timid."
Chandler nodded, understanding.
"Stay here for a minute, okay?" Monica said quietly, squeezing his hand gently before opening the door and entering the room.
"Mom!" Samantha cried out when she saw Monica enter the room.
Monica rushed over to the bed and hugged her daughter. "Hey, sweetie, are you okay?"
"You were gone for a long time," Samantha said. "I didn't know if you were okay."
Monica realized that in Samantha's whole life, she had never been away from her mother for even a few minutes. "I was fine, Sam, this is what happens in the real world. You may not see certain people for hours, or even days, at a time, but it doesn't mean something is wrong, okay?"
Samantha nodded.
"So?" Rachel prompted. "How did it go?"
"Good," Monica said. She then turned her attention back to Samantha. "Do you remember Aunt Rachel and I telling you about your father?"
Samantha nodded.
"Would you like to meet him?"
"Okay," Samantha agreed easily.
"Okay," Monica repeated before walking back towards the door. She opened it and motioned for Chandler to enter.
A/N: How are Samantha and Chandler going to react to each other? And what about Monica and Alyssa? Wow, I'm starting to sound like a soap opera again. Y'know like 'tune in next week to find out if.' Moving on now. Next chapter soon. Also, I got a review from someone commenting on the periods with no spaces. Yes, they are supposed to be three periods in a row. I don't know what you meant about uploading as a web page. I just upload right out of Microsoft Word. Should I be doing it another way?