omg...im so sorry about the mix-up in chp 5! i fixed it, by the way. in case you didn't figure out, i switched chp five of my other fic, "Family Man" with this one! sorry! anyway, here's part six...thanks for reviewing and please review this!

Chapter Six

Disclaimer: Nope! Don't own 'em!

"Oh, um, sorry Mon," Chandler said, saying the only words he could think of besides, "What the hell is he doing here?" Wasn't it supposed to be the month before Monica died? And she hadn't been dating Richard then. She hadn't dated him for years. But.yet here she was, kissing Richard, plain as day. Suddenly, Chandler realized just how complicated telling Monica he loved her was going to be. And the strange man at the park probably knew that. So what was he doing, putting obstacles in Chandler's path? Chandler shook his thoughts away, realizing that, no matter what the circumstances, Monica would still die unless Chandler admitted his feelings.

"Don't worry about it, Chandler," Monica said, breaking away from Richard, "He was just leaving anyway. Bye, honey," she said to Richard.

"Bye, babe, bye, Chandler," Richard said as he exited the apartment.

"So what's up?" Monica asked Chandler as he sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, still incredibly conflicted. When he didn't respond, she asked, "Something wrong?"

"No, it's just.never mind," he said, "It's just been a weird morning."

"Anything I can do?"

"No!" he said quickly, "No, I mean, it's nothing big. Don't worry about it. Where's everybody else?"

"Rachel's still asleep.Joey had to work, Ross and Phoebe haven't come over yet."

Chandler nodded, and sighed. Looking at Monica, hearing her voice, made him realize why he hadn't told her about his feelings in the first place. It wasn't that easy. She had some effect on him, some amazing effect that made him love her so much, but made it so hard for him to explain his feelings. And now with Richard in the way, it was seemingly impossible.

"Chandler?" Monica's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yeah?" he said jumpily.

"Uh, how many pancakes?"

"Oh, uh, three," he responded, and then a thought overcame him. "On second thought, I've actually gotta be somewhere, I'll eat there. Sorry, Mon," he said and dashed out the door. He walked out of the apartment building, realizing he'd probably just confused Monica greatly, but he was so confused himself he wasn't thinking quite right.

Chandler knew where he was going, and he walked briskly to the park where he'd been the night before.or, as the case was, five years in the future. He walked over the to exact bench and glanced around. Almost immediately, he spotted the old man. "Okay," he said angrily, walking over to him, "What's the deal here?" he asked.

"What? I brought your girl back, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did. But is she going to stay? Will she die again?"

"Not if you tell her you love her." he answered casually.

"But.she has a boyfriend," Chandler sputtered, "and she didn't before.before when she really died."

"Well, I did say it wouldn't be easy, didn't I? Look, Chandler, sometimes if you want love, you have to get out there and fight for it. So fight for it." With that, the man got up and left.

Fight for it. The words ran through Chandler's mind. Fight for it. Chandler sat a long time on the bench, his head in his hands. But finally he stood up. Fight for it. Yeah, that's exactly what he was going to do.

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