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Wow, I can't believe how many reviews I got when I was gone! Thanks! Let's see, I apologize for constantly changing the genre on this thing. I pick one and it's like, "No, that doesn't fit . . . that one's not right either!" and so on. So yeah, sorry for that, and here's the next chapter!!!!
Bad Company Chapter 6: Positive
Monica had lost track of time. The only way she could distinguish day from night was by the movement and noise upstairs. There were times when the whole cabin got overly silent for a period for a six to eight hour period, and that was how she knew it was night and he was sleeping.
He had only tried to get her to have sex with him once, but that hadn't worked out well for him when he discovered that it took two to tango, and he had let it go. Other than that, he had left her untouched. She was grateful for that, but not much else. The hunger, thirst, and lack of sleep had all blended together and were now almost unbearable.
He hadn't been down into the basement for what seemed like days. That was fine with her, but she simply wanted him to turn on the light in that room for a small amount of time, because she was feeling like she was beginning to turn into an albino.
When she had first met him, the day her and her friends had first arrived on the campground, Monica hadn't liked the looks of him at all. But, she had just come to the conclusion that he was the hermit-type who just preferred to be left alone. How wrong she had been.
She missed Phoebe, Rachel, Joey, and Ross so much, but who she most longed to see again was Chandler. She missed him so much her heart ached every time she thought of him, even pictured him in her mind. Monica wondered where he was, what he was doing.
She was sitting in the middle of the dark room, arms hugging her legs, thinking of Chandler when she suddenly thought of a terrible possibility. They might she was dead. Her friends, her family, might think she was dead. What if they had already had a funeral? She shivered, and tried to tell herself they were still looking, and would find her. She only hoped it would be very soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What if she's dead, Pheebs?" Joey asked.
The two were alone in the living room area of the cabin. The others were either in the kitchen or outside, since the sun was shining for the first time in two weeks.
"She's not. She can't be. Not Monica."
"How can you be so sure??? She's been gone two weeks, Phoebe, two weeks! Don't you understand? That's . . ." he paused and counted on his fingers for a while. ". . . twelve days!" Joey stood from where he had been sitting on the couch next to Phoebe and began pacing.
Phoebe looked at him questioningly for a minute before deciding it wasn't worth it to correct him.
"Okay, so maybe that's a possibility, but we can't start thinking that now! Not while some shred of hope still remains that she might be alive." Phoebe stood also to emphasize her point. Suddenly, the phone ringing interrupted their conversation. Somehow, Chandler heard it from where he had been outside and came sprinting inside, almost tripping over the coffee table in his haste to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is the Braymen County Sheriff's Department. Is there a Mr. Bing there?"
"This is him. What happened? Did you find her, did you find my wife?" Chandler asked frantically. There was something in the sheriff's voice that didn't sound right, but he didn't want to think about that.
"No, sir, that's the problem. We've been searching for two weeks, but still have no evidence whatsoever to point her out to us."
Chandler glanced at Phoebe and Joey, who were listening to his end of the conversation intently.
"So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that . . . we can keep searching, but there's a strong plausibility that we may never find her. There are a great deal of cases in the United States every year like this one, and regrettably many of them were never found until it was too late."
"You . . . you think she's dead?" Phoebe and Joey looked at each other then back to Chandler. How could this be happening?
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bing, but I think it would be a good idea to not get your hopes up too much. We'll still be searching as much as we can, though, and we'll tell you if we find anything."
"Oh, well, thanks, we really appreciate your effort," Chandler couldn't help being a bit sarcastic. He hung up the phone and sat heavily onto the couch.
His friends rushed up to him, Phoebe kneeling in front of him and Joey sitting beside him.
"What did they say?"
"They think she's dead?"
Chandler nodded slightly. "Yeah, yeah . . . basically. He just kept saying something about it probably being too late. Apparently they'll keep searching, but they don't have high hopes of finding her."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark Binder ran to answer the door when someone knocked on it. He opened it to find Monica Geller's husband standing there.
"Hi, Joey clogged up our toilet, can I use your bathroom?" Mr. Bing's voice seemed to be full of faked cheerfulness.
"Sure, yeah . . . how's the search for your wife going?" Mr Binder stepped aside to let the man enter.
". . . Great. Yep, they've just found clues of where she is. They're gonna check it out tonight."
"Oh, re-really?"
"Yeah, cross your fingers," Chandler showed him his own fingers which were crossed, before walking off to the bathroom.
Clark watched as the man closed the bathroom door behind him. How could they know? There was no way to know she was here!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler closed the door behind him and leaned up against it. He didn't know why he had said that. He glanced around the bathroom which seemed to be very clean for a anti-social middle-aged campground keeper. Suddenly something caught his eye.
He walked over to the waste basket and knelt down. Reaching into it, he carefully pulled out the pregnancy test. Monica. He had bought her a pregnancy test.
While packing up their tent, Chandler had noticed that it was missing, but had been too consumed with grief to think too much of it. Studying it further, he realized it was positive.
"Oh my god."
Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter six. Are you still into/understanding it? Please review to let me know!!!
Wow, I can't believe how many reviews I got when I was gone! Thanks! Let's see, I apologize for constantly changing the genre on this thing. I pick one and it's like, "No, that doesn't fit . . . that one's not right either!" and so on. So yeah, sorry for that, and here's the next chapter!!!!
Bad Company Chapter 6: Positive
Monica had lost track of time. The only way she could distinguish day from night was by the movement and noise upstairs. There were times when the whole cabin got overly silent for a period for a six to eight hour period, and that was how she knew it was night and he was sleeping.
He had only tried to get her to have sex with him once, but that hadn't worked out well for him when he discovered that it took two to tango, and he had let it go. Other than that, he had left her untouched. She was grateful for that, but not much else. The hunger, thirst, and lack of sleep had all blended together and were now almost unbearable.
He hadn't been down into the basement for what seemed like days. That was fine with her, but she simply wanted him to turn on the light in that room for a small amount of time, because she was feeling like she was beginning to turn into an albino.
When she had first met him, the day her and her friends had first arrived on the campground, Monica hadn't liked the looks of him at all. But, she had just come to the conclusion that he was the hermit-type who just preferred to be left alone. How wrong she had been.
She missed Phoebe, Rachel, Joey, and Ross so much, but who she most longed to see again was Chandler. She missed him so much her heart ached every time she thought of him, even pictured him in her mind. Monica wondered where he was, what he was doing.
She was sitting in the middle of the dark room, arms hugging her legs, thinking of Chandler when she suddenly thought of a terrible possibility. They might she was dead. Her friends, her family, might think she was dead. What if they had already had a funeral? She shivered, and tried to tell herself they were still looking, and would find her. She only hoped it would be very soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"What if she's dead, Pheebs?" Joey asked.
The two were alone in the living room area of the cabin. The others were either in the kitchen or outside, since the sun was shining for the first time in two weeks.
"She's not. She can't be. Not Monica."
"How can you be so sure??? She's been gone two weeks, Phoebe, two weeks! Don't you understand? That's . . ." he paused and counted on his fingers for a while. ". . . twelve days!" Joey stood from where he had been sitting on the couch next to Phoebe and began pacing.
Phoebe looked at him questioningly for a minute before deciding it wasn't worth it to correct him.
"Okay, so maybe that's a possibility, but we can't start thinking that now! Not while some shred of hope still remains that she might be alive." Phoebe stood also to emphasize her point. Suddenly, the phone ringing interrupted their conversation. Somehow, Chandler heard it from where he had been outside and came sprinting inside, almost tripping over the coffee table in his haste to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is the Braymen County Sheriff's Department. Is there a Mr. Bing there?"
"This is him. What happened? Did you find her, did you find my wife?" Chandler asked frantically. There was something in the sheriff's voice that didn't sound right, but he didn't want to think about that.
"No, sir, that's the problem. We've been searching for two weeks, but still have no evidence whatsoever to point her out to us."
Chandler glanced at Phoebe and Joey, who were listening to his end of the conversation intently.
"So, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that . . . we can keep searching, but there's a strong plausibility that we may never find her. There are a great deal of cases in the United States every year like this one, and regrettably many of them were never found until it was too late."
"You . . . you think she's dead?" Phoebe and Joey looked at each other then back to Chandler. How could this be happening?
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bing, but I think it would be a good idea to not get your hopes up too much. We'll still be searching as much as we can, though, and we'll tell you if we find anything."
"Oh, well, thanks, we really appreciate your effort," Chandler couldn't help being a bit sarcastic. He hung up the phone and sat heavily onto the couch.
His friends rushed up to him, Phoebe kneeling in front of him and Joey sitting beside him.
"What did they say?"
"They think she's dead?"
Chandler nodded slightly. "Yeah, yeah . . . basically. He just kept saying something about it probably being too late. Apparently they'll keep searching, but they don't have high hopes of finding her."
~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark Binder ran to answer the door when someone knocked on it. He opened it to find Monica Geller's husband standing there.
"Hi, Joey clogged up our toilet, can I use your bathroom?" Mr. Bing's voice seemed to be full of faked cheerfulness.
"Sure, yeah . . . how's the search for your wife going?" Mr Binder stepped aside to let the man enter.
". . . Great. Yep, they've just found clues of where she is. They're gonna check it out tonight."
"Oh, re-really?"
"Yeah, cross your fingers," Chandler showed him his own fingers which were crossed, before walking off to the bathroom.
Clark watched as the man closed the bathroom door behind him. How could they know? There was no way to know she was here!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chandler closed the door behind him and leaned up against it. He didn't know why he had said that. He glanced around the bathroom which seemed to be very clean for a anti-social middle-aged campground keeper. Suddenly something caught his eye.
He walked over to the waste basket and knelt down. Reaching into it, he carefully pulled out the pregnancy test. Monica. He had bought her a pregnancy test.
While packing up their tent, Chandler had noticed that it was missing, but had been too consumed with grief to think too much of it. Studying it further, he realized it was positive.
"Oh my god."
Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter six. Are you still into/understanding it? Please review to let me know!!!