A Huge Decision
*Disclaimer: This is a continuation of A New Face. I don't own these people, although I wish I
did. Mwahh ha ha! Anyways, for those of you who, like me, have the attention span of a marble,
let me bring you up to speed. This takes place during WWII (that's right, that was that big war
that ended when Einstein split the atom and killed millions of Japanese). Anyway, Monica and
Chandler were making out when they heard that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor. It is
now several weeks later, war has officially been declared, and Chandler is set to make the
biggest decision of his life.*
This is dedicated to all those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001, and all those who've
lost their lives fighting for what they believe in.
As Chandler walked down the street towards the Geller's house for Christmas Eve
dinner, he was fighting a war in his mind. He knew that the war meant that he should leave
college for the time being and go fight those damn Japs and Krauts. (I know it's totally un PC to
say that, but I didn't make it up) He didn't understand what was bothering him so much, but he
tried to shake it off as he walked up the stairs and rapped on the door. He was a little surprised
when Ross, who was away at college, opened the door.
"Ross! How are you?" Chandler asked, shaking Ross's hand. Ross surprised Chandler by
embracing him in a hug.
"Chandler, why the handshake? You're practically family," Ross said, releasing
Chandler. He smiled as Monica came downstairs and gave Chandler a kiss on the cheek. As
Monica pulled away, Chandler thought he saw tears in her eyes. Before he had the chance to ask
her what was wrong, Jack and Judy came over to him, and hugged him. They all sat down in the
parlor, an uneasy silence filling the room.
"So, Chandler, how are you?" Judy asked, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Geller," he said, unaware of her shaky voice. He turned to Monica and
offered her an uneasy smile, once again noticing the tears in her eyes.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to check on supper," Monica said, standing up and going into
the kitchen. Chandler glanced at the family and followed her in. She sat, slumped over in a
kitchen chair, sobbing miserably. She didn't realize he was there until he knelt next to her and
began stroking her hair.
"Mon, sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked soothingly.
"He's leaving, Chandler," she said softly, "and...I'm..." a sob cut off her words.
"Oh, sweetie, it's going to be fine," Chandler said, hugging her. "I'll be here." Although
he said it, he didn't know how true it was.
Monica's head snapped up when he said that, her eyes bloodshot and puffy. "No...you
won't," she said in a strong but slightly shaky voice. "I don't want you to stay." Chandler fought
back tears as he embraced Monica in a hug. "I'll be brave, Chandler...but you must be braver. I
want you to go." She pulled back and looked lovingly into his eyes.
"Oh, sweetie, let's think about happier things now."
"Okay," she said, wiping her tears away.
"Okay," Chandler responded, kissing her cheek. He knew why Monica was so upset, but
it was a little awkward for him, Monica was so strong, and here she was... It was just an odd
situation.
The rest of the evening and holiday season was just as odd. The entire country tried to
celebrate the joyous occasion, but the war overseas that their boys would soon be going to cast a
shadow so large that no one could escape.
Chandler sat on one of the lavish Queen Anne chairs that his mother, Nora Bing, had
selected for their overly decorated home. He was trying to decide how to break the news to
Monica...call or go see her. After much debating, he stood up, scribbled a note to his aloof
mother, should she return that evening, and put on his coat, along with the matching hat, scarf,
and mittens that Monica had knit for him. As he struggled through the snow and winds, he
thought about what he was about to do, and the love he had to leave behind.
Chandler remembered back to happier times with Monica, well aware that his time with
her was limited, the days were few and precious; the future uncertain, the present a time of
confusion, the past only a memory. But what memories they were.
*Flashback: July 25, 1941, Monica and Chandler have been dating for a month*
Monica sat on her bed, bent intently over her diary. She wrote feverishly, quickly filling
several pages.
What would my life be like had I not found Chandler? I know I have only known him for
a short while, but he makes everything better. Even before we began going together, he made me
feel special, intelligent, and loved. Although I know my parents love me, my mother and
occasionally my father don't show it. I guess I should be used to it by now, but Ross is a tough
act to follow. It's like everything he does is perfect, and everything I do, no matter how hard I
try, is flawed. But it's not like that with Chandler, he makes everything I do perfect, he makes my
life perfect...
As she was finishing up, she heard a knock at the door, causing her to jump. She snapped
her diary shut and hid it in her drawer. She got up and opened the door seeing her mother,
impatient as ever, on the other side.
"Monica, dear, Chandler's here."
Monica's eyes lit up as she replied, "Thanks, Mom." She breezed past her and down the
stairs, excited about spending time with Chandler. She smiled brightly at him when she reached
the foot of the stairs, where he was standing. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he kissed her
softly on the lips, whispering, "You look so beautiful."
Monica blushed when he said this, but returned his soft kiss happily. "Thank you."
"No, thank you. You'll be the most beautiful girl at the theater," Chandler replied,
looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. He smiled at her, took her soft hand in his own and
led her outside.
As Monica sat down next to Chandler in the dim cineplex (it felt like a cineplex
moment), she realized how lucky she was. Not only was Chandler sweet and smart and funny
and had a whole list of excellent qualities, he let her pick the movie. Being the Bette Davis fan
she was, she chose her newest movie; The Little Foxes.
As Chandler held Monica's small hand in his own, he realized how lucky he was to have
such a sweet girlfriend. He kissed her on the cheek before settling back in the chair and tried t
concentrate on the movie, but to no success.
Knowing that Rachel would want a full review and analysis of the movie, Monica tried to
pay attention to the movie, but was distracted by thoughts of Chandler. They weren't
inappropriate thoughts (get your mind outta the gutter), but they gave her a warm squishy feeling
inside. She turned to face the subject of her thoughts, whose blue eyes were focused on her, and
gave him a sweet kiss, which grew a little more passionate before they broke it, a little
embarrassed at their display of affection.
*August 4, 1941: a dance hall; Monica & Chandler are there, along w/ Ross & Rachel
(yes...they're together...but it's only mentioned a lil bit...im not God or nething)
"Oh, Mon, you look so beautiful!" Rachel exclaimed, looking at her petite best friend,
resplendent in an ivory blouse and red skirt and jacket combo.
"She does, doesn't she?" Chandler responded, draping his arm around Monica's
shoulder. He, along with Ross, was in zoot-suit over-drive.
"Thanks, Rach...." Monica began, but stopped when Ross leaned down to kiss Rachel.
Monica looked up at Chandler and made a face. The song the band was playing ended, and when
they started a new one, Monica dragged Chandler out on the dance floor. She smiled at him as
they began dancing together. (i dunno what they're doin...lets jus say the lindy and shut up about
it...i luv u...lol)
Chandler allowed a small smile to creep across his mouth as he and Monica began
dancing. He usually didn't go dancing, as he was terrible at it, but dancing was one of Monica's
favorite activities, so he stuck it out. He had to admit that, although he was still a far cry from
being the next Fred Astaire, he was getting much better.
Monica and Chandler danced the whole night through, loving every second of it. The last
song of the night was a waltz, the only dance that Chandler was actually good at. He held
Monica in his arms, and everything just felt right. In one moment, he saw himself marrying
Monica, having children with her, and growing old with her. He knew what he had to do.
"Monica," he whispered in her ear.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Monica took a step back and looked into his eyes, which were brimming with tears. She
fought back tears as she said, "I love you, too, Chandler." She looked up and kissed him softly.
*Back to 1942, Chandler is walking up the steps of the Geller house*
Those were special times, but he still knew that he had to go. He had to protect his home,
his family...he had to protect Monica.
"Chandler! Hi," Monica said, opening the door, letting him into the warm house. She
took his wraps, hung them in the hall, and led him into the parlor. Chandler sat down on the sofa,
gesturing that Monica sit beside him. He took her small hands in his own and looked into her
sparkling blue eyes.
"Monica..." he began, unsure of what to say. "Monica, I've...decided to enlist.
*AN: im sooooo sorry it took so long...but maad shyt wuz goin down...ill try to be faster next
time...r&r pleez...dont flame unless u really hated it*
*Disclaimer: This is a continuation of A New Face. I don't own these people, although I wish I
did. Mwahh ha ha! Anyways, for those of you who, like me, have the attention span of a marble,
let me bring you up to speed. This takes place during WWII (that's right, that was that big war
that ended when Einstein split the atom and killed millions of Japanese). Anyway, Monica and
Chandler were making out when they heard that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor. It is
now several weeks later, war has officially been declared, and Chandler is set to make the
biggest decision of his life.*
This is dedicated to all those who lost their lives on September 11, 2001, and all those who've
lost their lives fighting for what they believe in.
As Chandler walked down the street towards the Geller's house for Christmas Eve
dinner, he was fighting a war in his mind. He knew that the war meant that he should leave
college for the time being and go fight those damn Japs and Krauts. (I know it's totally un PC to
say that, but I didn't make it up) He didn't understand what was bothering him so much, but he
tried to shake it off as he walked up the stairs and rapped on the door. He was a little surprised
when Ross, who was away at college, opened the door.
"Ross! How are you?" Chandler asked, shaking Ross's hand. Ross surprised Chandler by
embracing him in a hug.
"Chandler, why the handshake? You're practically family," Ross said, releasing
Chandler. He smiled as Monica came downstairs and gave Chandler a kiss on the cheek. As
Monica pulled away, Chandler thought he saw tears in her eyes. Before he had the chance to ask
her what was wrong, Jack and Judy came over to him, and hugged him. They all sat down in the
parlor, an uneasy silence filling the room.
"So, Chandler, how are you?" Judy asked, her voice uncharacteristically shaky.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Geller," he said, unaware of her shaky voice. He turned to Monica and
offered her an uneasy smile, once again noticing the tears in her eyes.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to check on supper," Monica said, standing up and going into
the kitchen. Chandler glanced at the family and followed her in. She sat, slumped over in a
kitchen chair, sobbing miserably. She didn't realize he was there until he knelt next to her and
began stroking her hair.
"Mon, sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked soothingly.
"He's leaving, Chandler," she said softly, "and...I'm..." a sob cut off her words.
"Oh, sweetie, it's going to be fine," Chandler said, hugging her. "I'll be here." Although
he said it, he didn't know how true it was.
Monica's head snapped up when he said that, her eyes bloodshot and puffy. "No...you
won't," she said in a strong but slightly shaky voice. "I don't want you to stay." Chandler fought
back tears as he embraced Monica in a hug. "I'll be brave, Chandler...but you must be braver. I
want you to go." She pulled back and looked lovingly into his eyes.
"Oh, sweetie, let's think about happier things now."
"Okay," she said, wiping her tears away.
"Okay," Chandler responded, kissing her cheek. He knew why Monica was so upset, but
it was a little awkward for him, Monica was so strong, and here she was... It was just an odd
situation.
The rest of the evening and holiday season was just as odd. The entire country tried to
celebrate the joyous occasion, but the war overseas that their boys would soon be going to cast a
shadow so large that no one could escape.
Chandler sat on one of the lavish Queen Anne chairs that his mother, Nora Bing, had
selected for their overly decorated home. He was trying to decide how to break the news to
Monica...call or go see her. After much debating, he stood up, scribbled a note to his aloof
mother, should she return that evening, and put on his coat, along with the matching hat, scarf,
and mittens that Monica had knit for him. As he struggled through the snow and winds, he
thought about what he was about to do, and the love he had to leave behind.
Chandler remembered back to happier times with Monica, well aware that his time with
her was limited, the days were few and precious; the future uncertain, the present a time of
confusion, the past only a memory. But what memories they were.
*Flashback: July 25, 1941, Monica and Chandler have been dating for a month*
Monica sat on her bed, bent intently over her diary. She wrote feverishly, quickly filling
several pages.
What would my life be like had I not found Chandler? I know I have only known him for
a short while, but he makes everything better. Even before we began going together, he made me
feel special, intelligent, and loved. Although I know my parents love me, my mother and
occasionally my father don't show it. I guess I should be used to it by now, but Ross is a tough
act to follow. It's like everything he does is perfect, and everything I do, no matter how hard I
try, is flawed. But it's not like that with Chandler, he makes everything I do perfect, he makes my
life perfect...
As she was finishing up, she heard a knock at the door, causing her to jump. She snapped
her diary shut and hid it in her drawer. She got up and opened the door seeing her mother,
impatient as ever, on the other side.
"Monica, dear, Chandler's here."
Monica's eyes lit up as she replied, "Thanks, Mom." She breezed past her and down the
stairs, excited about spending time with Chandler. She smiled brightly at him when she reached
the foot of the stairs, where he was standing. His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he kissed her
softly on the lips, whispering, "You look so beautiful."
Monica blushed when he said this, but returned his soft kiss happily. "Thank you."
"No, thank you. You'll be the most beautiful girl at the theater," Chandler replied,
looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. He smiled at her, took her soft hand in his own and
led her outside.
As Monica sat down next to Chandler in the dim cineplex (it felt like a cineplex
moment), she realized how lucky she was. Not only was Chandler sweet and smart and funny
and had a whole list of excellent qualities, he let her pick the movie. Being the Bette Davis fan
she was, she chose her newest movie; The Little Foxes.
As Chandler held Monica's small hand in his own, he realized how lucky he was to have
such a sweet girlfriend. He kissed her on the cheek before settling back in the chair and tried t
concentrate on the movie, but to no success.
Knowing that Rachel would want a full review and analysis of the movie, Monica tried to
pay attention to the movie, but was distracted by thoughts of Chandler. They weren't
inappropriate thoughts (get your mind outta the gutter), but they gave her a warm squishy feeling
inside. She turned to face the subject of her thoughts, whose blue eyes were focused on her, and
gave him a sweet kiss, which grew a little more passionate before they broke it, a little
embarrassed at their display of affection.
*August 4, 1941: a dance hall; Monica & Chandler are there, along w/ Ross & Rachel
(yes...they're together...but it's only mentioned a lil bit...im not God or nething)
"Oh, Mon, you look so beautiful!" Rachel exclaimed, looking at her petite best friend,
resplendent in an ivory blouse and red skirt and jacket combo.
"She does, doesn't she?" Chandler responded, draping his arm around Monica's
shoulder. He, along with Ross, was in zoot-suit over-drive.
"Thanks, Rach...." Monica began, but stopped when Ross leaned down to kiss Rachel.
Monica looked up at Chandler and made a face. The song the band was playing ended, and when
they started a new one, Monica dragged Chandler out on the dance floor. She smiled at him as
they began dancing together. (i dunno what they're doin...lets jus say the lindy and shut up about
it...i luv u...lol)
Chandler allowed a small smile to creep across his mouth as he and Monica began
dancing. He usually didn't go dancing, as he was terrible at it, but dancing was one of Monica's
favorite activities, so he stuck it out. He had to admit that, although he was still a far cry from
being the next Fred Astaire, he was getting much better.
Monica and Chandler danced the whole night through, loving every second of it. The last
song of the night was a waltz, the only dance that Chandler was actually good at. He held
Monica in his arms, and everything just felt right. In one moment, he saw himself marrying
Monica, having children with her, and growing old with her. He knew what he had to do.
"Monica," he whispered in her ear.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Monica took a step back and looked into his eyes, which were brimming with tears. She
fought back tears as she said, "I love you, too, Chandler." She looked up and kissed him softly.
*Back to 1942, Chandler is walking up the steps of the Geller house*
Those were special times, but he still knew that he had to go. He had to protect his home,
his family...he had to protect Monica.
"Chandler! Hi," Monica said, opening the door, letting him into the warm house. She
took his wraps, hung them in the hall, and led him into the parlor. Chandler sat down on the sofa,
gesturing that Monica sit beside him. He took her small hands in his own and looked into her
sparkling blue eyes.
"Monica..." he began, unsure of what to say. "Monica, I've...decided to enlist.
*AN: im sooooo sorry it took so long...but maad shyt wuz goin down...ill try to be faster next
time...r&r pleez...dont flame unless u really hated it*