Heya, I'm sorry for all of the confusion last time, I had uploaded the wrong chapter, well actually I had not saved the changes to the chapter before I uploaded it and then my computer crashed and I had to close it down without saving so I had to re-write this chapter, then I got annoyed with it and decided to totally re-write it and I have to credit almost all of this chapter to Llew coz she helped me SO much!!!!!! Thanks sweetie! * Hugs *

But here it is now, and if this versions still confuses you then… well I suppose I'll give up for a few days and then come back and re-re-re-write it.

If there is anyone still reading this then please review! If not then I'm a crazy person talking to myself lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Friends characters, I just borrow them whenever I feel creative… or bored… or angry… or sad…

Enjoy!

Chandler walked through Central Park, it was his day off work and his only one for a long time. Monica had gone to work and Joey was at auditions all day and as everyone else was at work he was alone so he had decided to take a walk.

All week he had the unsettling feeling that someone was watching him, but there was always no-one there when he looked. Today when he looked round there was a man, his age, standing right behind him.

'Hey Chandler.' the man said to him. Chandler was shocked. It couldn't be, not after all this time.

'T-Taylor?' He stuttered. The man nodded and Chandler was even more shocked. He hadn't seen his brother for fifteen years! And here he was standing right next to him.

'Miss me?' Taylor said, for lack of anything better to say. Chandler just stood rooted to the spot, unable to say anything at all.

'W- um- What are you?' Chandler stammered. His brain and his mouth seemed to have temporarily disconnected from one another. This was all too surreal.

'I know this is a shock Chandler.' That's an understatement Chandler thought.

Suddenly Chandler pulled Taylor into a hug. Taylor grinned and hugged back, he had been following Chandler around for weeks but never found the right time to announce himself. After all, the sudden separation from each other so many years was bound to make some things difficult.  

~*~*~*~*~*~

Chandler groaned as the shrill ring of the phone woke him from his light sleep. Monica was a much deeper sleeper and she managed to stay asleep.

'Hello?' He asked, but the phone kept ringing and it was then that he realised he hadn't picked up the receiver.

'Hello?' He asked again, this time with the receiver in his hand.

'Chandler, it's me.' Taylor said down the phone. 'I need to speak to you now, it's urgent. Can you meet me round dads? I'm there now.'

Chandler mumbled something which could have resembled a 'yes' and hung up. He looked over at the clock which was blinking 5:12am and wondered what was so important that it couldn't wait until later.

He wrote a quick note to Monica explaining where he had gone and headed out the door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

'Ok, I'm here.' Chandler said as he met his brother outside the strip club that Ross had seen him come out of weeks ago. It was owned by his dad, one of a chain he had throughout the US. Chandler had only found this out when he had reunited with Taylor, he hadn't spoken much with his dad in the past.

'Ok, we need to go in and wait for dad, he's dealing with some business for a little while and I needed to talk to you.'

They walked in to the club and went through to a privet office in the back. Taylor locked the door and sat down next to his brother.

'What's so important then?' Chandler asked yawning, it had better be important.

'I have to leave.' Taylor admitted, avoiding his brothers eyes.

'What!' Chandler gasped. Not now, it was too soon, they had only just come together again.

'I never did tell you why we went in to hiding for so long. Why I am still hiding, did I?' Chandler shook his head, knowing where this was leading.

'No, you kept telling me you'd tell me later.'

'Well, now is later.' He stated and took a deep breath before continuing. 'Uncle Tad was a very bad person Chandler. Mom didn't know that when she sent us there, only Aunt Lucy knew, and I think the only reason she let us go there was because she thought she could control him. Obviously she couldn't.

Years ago, before we even went to live with him Uncle Tad had been a hit man. He worked for these people who called themselves the Harlin gang. By the time we were staying with him the gang had decided he was getting a bit too well known to keep doing all of the work. He was the one who planned murders, he met up with the gang in the woods and did most of his dirty work there.

Aunt Lucy knew he had been a hit man, he got caught once but she managed to hide it from the rest of the family and made him plea insanity. He spent some time in a mental institution and when he was let out she had to look after him. She didn't know that when he got out he was still working for them. Until she went down in the basement, she knew she had to run.

When she killed him it was worse, the gang relied on Uncle Tad, not so much but enough to want revenge. They came after us when we were in hiding and ten years ago they got Aunt Lucy, I was left on my own, fifteen years old and left to run away from a gang of murders and thefts. I stayed with some friends we had made and they kept me safe for a little while.

There are a few states that the Harlin gang generally stay away from, because of another gang that sort of, well, ruled over it. I try to stay in those states, but that doesn't mean that they wont try to get me. But I am a little safer.'

Taylor finished and fetched a drink from the counter in the corner. Chandler sat in the chair, stunned by the news he was given.

'Whoa.' Was the only thing he could think of saying. He couldn't believe his brother had to go through all of this when he was young. Chandler had been complaining about having to live with multiple stepfathers and siblings, all reminding him of how he had lost his brother and there was little chance of them ever seeing each other again. But this was terrible.

'I had a call this morning from an old friend, he has connections in the Harlin gang. They know I'm in New York and they're going to come after me if I stay. I haven't got any choice. I'm going to stay in Florida until I can afford to move closer. I was think somewhere in Oklahoma would be perfect.'

'If you need money I can lend you some, I was saving up all my money from my books, you could use that.'

Taylor looked at his brother, touched by his generosity. 'Chandler, you're saving that up for your children, I couldn't take that.' He said softly.

'But I've got other books already written, I'm just waiting for gaps between publishing them. I'll make more money.' He insisted. Taylor smiled and walked over and hugged his brother.

'I'm going to miss you, you know. I never thought I'd have to leave again so soon.'

'I'll miss you too.'

Their moment was interrupted by a tall man entering the room. He looked at the two men hugging in the room and smiled.

'We have rooms upstairs for that.' He joked. Chandler and Taylor broke apart and smiled at their father.

'Hey dad.' They greeted simultaneously.

'Did you sort things out?' He asked Taylor, Taylor nodded. 'Good, you cant stay any longer then one day here, it wont be safe. I suggest that you pack your bags and leave as soon as you can.'

Taylor nodded, that would be the easiest thing to do.

'The banks don't open until about nine, you'll have to wait until then, otherwise you wont have any money.' Chandler told him. Taylor nodded again and smiled at his brother. They only had a few more hours together.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

'Why were you out all night Chandler?' Monica asked as soon as he got through the door that morning. He had talked things over with his father and Taylor for a few more hours before he had left to get changed and tell Monica where he was. During that time Taylor would pack to leave and tell Nora what was going on.

'Hello to you too.' He mumbled, pouring himself a drink from the coffee pot. He looked around and saw that the other four were there as well. 'What are you all doing here at eight in the morning?'

'We have a lot to talk about, I mean you having a brother is a pretty big thing.' Phoebe said. Chandler nodded tiredly.

'Why were you out?' Monica persisted staring at him for an answer.

'Taylor's leaving.' He said flatly, he didn't want to have to go in to the whole thing so soon. 'I've just come back to change, then he's leaving.'

'But you've only just come back together!' Rachel said, Chandler looked at her. 'You know that, we don't need to point it out.' She laughed uneasily and sat down.

Monica stood near to him looking uneasy.

'What is it?' He asked her.

'I don't really want to tell you right now.' She admitted but Chandler insisted that she did. 'Your work rang a few minutes ago, you missed a very important meeting and they say you haven't been working so hard recently and they're going to have to let you go.'

'They've fired me?' Monica nodded. 'Thank God!' He exclaimed. The others looked at him as if he had gone mad.

'Chandler, we know you hate your job, but that's not a good thing.' Ross told him. Chandler smiled.

'Well it means I wont have to quit. I don't want to work there any more. I don't have to either!' He said excitedly.

'Uh, Chandler. there's a little thing called money, and you need a job to get that'

'Or you could just be good at writing books.' He laughed. It suddenly clicked with the others and they remembered what he had told them in the restaurant.

'So you're a writer now?' Joey asked. Chandler nodded proudly, it was a better title then a… well whatever everyone had labelled him as.

~*~*~*~*~*~

'I will definatly keep in touch Chandler, I promise.' Taylor said as he pulled out of a hug a few hours later. They were now at the airport and Taylor was getting ready to leave.

'I know, this is all so sudden though, things were just getting to be a bit normal.' Chandler said sadly. He had loved the time he got to spend with his brother.

'I know. I'll call you and write to you, we can still see each other sometimes, just not all the time.' Taylor tried to reason. 'It can still be the same.' Chandler nodded, although he didn't really believe it.

'Last call for flight 11243 to Tulsa' The announcer called.

'I guess this is it then.' Chandler remarked.

'Just for a little while.' They hugged one last time before Taylor headed for the plane.

Chandler stayed until he saw the plane take off, taking his brother away from him again.

Monica came up behind him and wrapped her arm around his waist. The others had come with them to say goodbye, but felt best to leave them alone for their last moments together.

'I'm gonna miss him.' Chandler stated. Monica nodded.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next few days were strange, he had gotten used to having Taylor around, but now he was just… gone. Like nothing had happened.

The next day he had a letter in the mail the scrawly writing on the front was familiar and he was pleased his brother was upholding his end of the deal.

Dear Chandler,

Thank you so much for all you have done for me. I'm here now and I'm safe, the Harlin gang don't know I'm here. It's nice here and with the money you've lent me I have a nice apartment. I've gotten a job, promise you wont laugh but I'm a data processor. Oh well at least it pays good.

I'll write again soon, hope you're all alright and I miss you.

Give my love to everyone and don't break up what you've managed to get with dad. Promise me that. Ok then.

Write back soon

Love Taylor.