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Hey, I just want to mention that I'm going to be staying at my Dad's for part of the summer. I'll still have access to a computer and will update on this story/start a new fic as often as possible, but probably not as often as I have been with this one. I'll be there from May 31st-July 15th, I think. Wish me luck! =)
Thanks for the reviews, I really enjoy getting and reading them!
Bad Company Chapter 8: Eager to Know
Ross and Rachel looked up from where they had been cuddling together on the couch at Joey, who had just sprinted into the cabin.
"What is it, Joe?" Rachel asked, sitting up.
"Someone call 911. There were gunshots from the office and Chandler's over there," Joey said urgently, turning back toward the door.
While Rachel ran into the kitchen to make the call, Ross stood up. "Where's Phoebe?"
"She just ran toward the cabin, I don't know what she plans on doing," Joey replied as he ran back out the door, Ross not far behind him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Gesturing her over to beside the stairway, Chandler shouted mockingly up to Clark, "What's wrong? A little out of ammunition there?"
Monica obeyed, apprehensive; not knowing what Chandler had planned. He was her only hope though, and she needed to trust him.
Clark began staggering down the steps, seemingly overwhelmed and angered by the sharp pain in his arm and by the fact that Chandler had fought back. Monica didn't know what exactly had happened beyond that door, but she could guess a little by the way the man was holding his arm.
She suddenly remembered the gunshots she had heard and did a quick sweep of Chandler, straining her eyes in the dim light to see if he was injured. He seemed alright though, and Monica was grateful.
"Come on, bring it on, I dare ya," Chandler said, trying his best to keep a cool exterior. He saw the surprise on Monica's face at his words, and almost laughed at how un-Chandler this was.
He just about forgot where exactly he was going with this, but managed to hold onto the reason. Distract Clark, let Monica escape. If only he knew what would come after that. The man was obviously mad, and Chandler now had no doubt that he was who had killed that other guy on the campground a little more than two weeks earlier.
Suddenly, with alarming strength, the other man lunged down the remained steps and tackled Chandler, slamming him into the hard wall in front of the stairway. Chandler was suddenly aware of the fact that this man was a true murderer, not just a one-time killer. He wasn't in this for fame, he was simply in it for the thrill of killing.
Trying to regain his breath, Chandler saw Monica step forward a few paces, evidently wanting to defend him. He could see the anger in her eyes, and immediately had doubts as to whether or not she would escape on his command.
While struggling to gain control of the raging kidnapper, Chandler shot Monica a look that told her to stop. He then adverted his eyes to the steps, and she followed his glance.
Monica suddenly understood what he wanted. She looked back to him and would have embraced him tightly and kissed him, if they weren't under such conditions. She knew he was a very caring man, but she had never imagined him doing this sort of thing. What she had expected him to do was simply shove Clark off to the side and get both himself and Monica out of there as fast as possible. But he knew as well as she did that wouldn't work out as planned.
She made a decision and shook her head at him, hoping he would understand that it meant she appreciated it, so much, but she just wasn't going to do it. Instead, Monica came right up beside Clark, positioned herself, and kicked him hard in the shin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe ran up the steps to the small porch which led to the door to the office. She tried the knob. Locked.
"Dammit!" She looked behind her to see Joey and Ross running up. "It's locked!"
"What the hell is going on?!?" Ross asked frantically, coming up behind Phoebe.
"To be truthful I really have no idea, but I do know it's not good whatever it is!" Phoebe pounded on the door, knowing it wouldn't help. She wanted desperately to get inside, make sure Chandler was alright, and didn't like not knowing.
"Shouldn't we just wait for the cops to get here?" Joey asked, looking warily at the locked door.
"They might not be here on time. I'm going in." Ross stepped back a few feet and signaled for the other two to move out of the way before kicking the door hard a few times, finally breaking it down.
Rachel rushed out of their cabin and up to them, just in time to see the door swing inward and Ross begin to enter. She had just called 911 and told them something along the lines of what Joey had hurriedly blurted out in the living room. After many questions, the dispatcher had told her that a unit was on there way to find out what was going on.
"Oh god, please get here soon," Rachel said under her breath, slowly following the others into the cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark did nothing except turn from Chandler and look at Monica in surprise. Chandler took that opportunity to punch him hard in the face, hoping the hit would knock him out.
Luckily, Chandler had put all of his anger and desperation from the past two weeks into that punch, and it did indeed knock the other man out. Clark fell against Monica, and she immediately backed up, letting him fall the rest of the way to the ground.
"Ow," Chandler said, holding his right fist. "I never knew I had that in me."
Monica smiled slightly and stepped over her kidnapper. She was hungry, thirsty, and among other things tired, but for now she could forget those things. She was with Chandler again, and that was what meant the most to her right now. She loved him more at this moment then ever before, even more than when he had knelt down in front of her on their engagement night and verified to her that he did actually want to be with her forever in marriage.
She put her hands lightly on the sides of his face and kissed him gently, marveling over the feel of his lips against hers once more. After a short but passionate kiss, she pulled away a few inches and was about to ask him if he was alright, when they both heard a crashing noise upstairs and ran up the steps to see Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Joey entering the cabin.
As soon as they caught sight of Chandler and Monica, they gang rushed over to them, flooding them with questions and seeing if Monica was okay.
Chandler studied Monica in the light, worried about how skinny she looked. Then he remembered something. When the questions from their friends died down a little, and everyone wandered out to watch for cops, Chandler stopped Monica on the porch.
"Mon?" he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
He gently put a hand on her stomach, then looked into her eyes. She nodded a little and hugged him.
"Is it . . . alright?" Chandler asked, returning the hug.
"I don't know, Chandler . . . I hope so."
Okay so there's Chapter 8! I tried desperately to find a song that went with that situation but my search turned up nothing. So, you'll just have to make up your own soundtrack I guess. =D I'll have the next chapter up ASAP, and please review! I haven't gotten any reviews lately and that disappoints me! ;) j/k, but a review or two would be nice. lol
To Regina Phalange: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna make the next one Monica/Chandler romance type . . . but I don't know what the main story line will be. I'll think on it. Thanks though! =)
Hey, I just want to mention that I'm going to be staying at my Dad's for part of the summer. I'll still have access to a computer and will update on this story/start a new fic as often as possible, but probably not as often as I have been with this one. I'll be there from May 31st-July 15th, I think. Wish me luck! =)
Thanks for the reviews, I really enjoy getting and reading them!
Bad Company Chapter 8: Eager to Know
Ross and Rachel looked up from where they had been cuddling together on the couch at Joey, who had just sprinted into the cabin.
"What is it, Joe?" Rachel asked, sitting up.
"Someone call 911. There were gunshots from the office and Chandler's over there," Joey said urgently, turning back toward the door.
While Rachel ran into the kitchen to make the call, Ross stood up. "Where's Phoebe?"
"She just ran toward the cabin, I don't know what she plans on doing," Joey replied as he ran back out the door, Ross not far behind him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Gesturing her over to beside the stairway, Chandler shouted mockingly up to Clark, "What's wrong? A little out of ammunition there?"
Monica obeyed, apprehensive; not knowing what Chandler had planned. He was her only hope though, and she needed to trust him.
Clark began staggering down the steps, seemingly overwhelmed and angered by the sharp pain in his arm and by the fact that Chandler had fought back. Monica didn't know what exactly had happened beyond that door, but she could guess a little by the way the man was holding his arm.
She suddenly remembered the gunshots she had heard and did a quick sweep of Chandler, straining her eyes in the dim light to see if he was injured. He seemed alright though, and Monica was grateful.
"Come on, bring it on, I dare ya," Chandler said, trying his best to keep a cool exterior. He saw the surprise on Monica's face at his words, and almost laughed at how un-Chandler this was.
He just about forgot where exactly he was going with this, but managed to hold onto the reason. Distract Clark, let Monica escape. If only he knew what would come after that. The man was obviously mad, and Chandler now had no doubt that he was who had killed that other guy on the campground a little more than two weeks earlier.
Suddenly, with alarming strength, the other man lunged down the remained steps and tackled Chandler, slamming him into the hard wall in front of the stairway. Chandler was suddenly aware of the fact that this man was a true murderer, not just a one-time killer. He wasn't in this for fame, he was simply in it for the thrill of killing.
Trying to regain his breath, Chandler saw Monica step forward a few paces, evidently wanting to defend him. He could see the anger in her eyes, and immediately had doubts as to whether or not she would escape on his command.
While struggling to gain control of the raging kidnapper, Chandler shot Monica a look that told her to stop. He then adverted his eyes to the steps, and she followed his glance.
Monica suddenly understood what he wanted. She looked back to him and would have embraced him tightly and kissed him, if they weren't under such conditions. She knew he was a very caring man, but she had never imagined him doing this sort of thing. What she had expected him to do was simply shove Clark off to the side and get both himself and Monica out of there as fast as possible. But he knew as well as she did that wouldn't work out as planned.
She made a decision and shook her head at him, hoping he would understand that it meant she appreciated it, so much, but she just wasn't going to do it. Instead, Monica came right up beside Clark, positioned herself, and kicked him hard in the shin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Phoebe ran up the steps to the small porch which led to the door to the office. She tried the knob. Locked.
"Dammit!" She looked behind her to see Joey and Ross running up. "It's locked!"
"What the hell is going on?!?" Ross asked frantically, coming up behind Phoebe.
"To be truthful I really have no idea, but I do know it's not good whatever it is!" Phoebe pounded on the door, knowing it wouldn't help. She wanted desperately to get inside, make sure Chandler was alright, and didn't like not knowing.
"Shouldn't we just wait for the cops to get here?" Joey asked, looking warily at the locked door.
"They might not be here on time. I'm going in." Ross stepped back a few feet and signaled for the other two to move out of the way before kicking the door hard a few times, finally breaking it down.
Rachel rushed out of their cabin and up to them, just in time to see the door swing inward and Ross begin to enter. She had just called 911 and told them something along the lines of what Joey had hurriedly blurted out in the living room. After many questions, the dispatcher had told her that a unit was on there way to find out what was going on.
"Oh god, please get here soon," Rachel said under her breath, slowly following the others into the cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark did nothing except turn from Chandler and look at Monica in surprise. Chandler took that opportunity to punch him hard in the face, hoping the hit would knock him out.
Luckily, Chandler had put all of his anger and desperation from the past two weeks into that punch, and it did indeed knock the other man out. Clark fell against Monica, and she immediately backed up, letting him fall the rest of the way to the ground.
"Ow," Chandler said, holding his right fist. "I never knew I had that in me."
Monica smiled slightly and stepped over her kidnapper. She was hungry, thirsty, and among other things tired, but for now she could forget those things. She was with Chandler again, and that was what meant the most to her right now. She loved him more at this moment then ever before, even more than when he had knelt down in front of her on their engagement night and verified to her that he did actually want to be with her forever in marriage.
She put her hands lightly on the sides of his face and kissed him gently, marveling over the feel of his lips against hers once more. After a short but passionate kiss, she pulled away a few inches and was about to ask him if he was alright, when they both heard a crashing noise upstairs and ran up the steps to see Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Joey entering the cabin.
As soon as they caught sight of Chandler and Monica, they gang rushed over to them, flooding them with questions and seeing if Monica was okay.
Chandler studied Monica in the light, worried about how skinny she looked. Then he remembered something. When the questions from their friends died down a little, and everyone wandered out to watch for cops, Chandler stopped Monica on the porch.
"Mon?" he said quietly.
"Yeah?"
He gently put a hand on her stomach, then looked into her eyes. She nodded a little and hugged him.
"Is it . . . alright?" Chandler asked, returning the hug.
"I don't know, Chandler . . . I hope so."
Okay so there's Chapter 8! I tried desperately to find a song that went with that situation but my search turned up nothing. So, you'll just have to make up your own soundtrack I guess. =D I'll have the next chapter up ASAP, and please review! I haven't gotten any reviews lately and that disappoints me! ;) j/k, but a review or two would be nice. lol
To Regina Phalange: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna make the next one Monica/Chandler romance type . . . but I don't know what the main story line will be. I'll think on it. Thanks though! =)