Chapter 29

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Chandler stood in the doorway admiring the two sleeping beauties lying in bed, curled into each other lovingly. The grin on his face grew steadily as he watched them silently, desperately trying not to disturb them.

He listened intently to the soothing beeping of the heart monitor and approached Monica. He swept away the hair that had fallen over her face, obscuring his view of her attractiveness, brushing her cheek compassionately as he did so. She flinched back from his hand, evidently shocked by his action. Her eyes prized open, blinking furiously, trying to take in what was happening. Chandlers face was still a blur to her as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and let her mind digest the information her eyes where sending her.

"Chandler? What time is it?" Monica looked around the darkened room. There were no windows, so the light was deceiving.

"Its 11am," He smiled at her and watched as she smiled back and tidied herself up. He noted how self-conscious she had suddenly become. Desperately trying to make herself look like the Monica Chandler was used to seeing. Her hair was a mess on the one side where she had been lying, her makeup was practically nonexistent and her clothes were dishevelled. It reminded him of the time they had sat next to each other on the bus to Glasgow. He gave a little chuckle, to which Monica reacted by giving him a puzzled look.

"Private joke," he felt the need to justify himself to her. She made an "oh" motion with her mouth, gave a nod of acknowledgment and turned back around to straighten out Phoebe's bed.

Just as she was about to finish fixing out the starched white sheet covering her friend, she felt Phoebe grab at her hand. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at Phoebe's face. Her eyes were still closed and she looked strangely peaceful despite her frailty.

"Phoebe are you ok?" Monica turned to Chandler, flashing him a look of concern.

"Have you spoken to a Doctor?" Phoebe asked breathily, sounding pained.

Monica turned yet again to Chandler for reassurance, and he moved up closer to her, placing his hand on both hers and Phoebe's.

"No sweetie, but I can go and find Dr. Phillips if you would like me to?"

Phoebe gave a little nod and slid her hand from her friends' grip.

Monica walked towards the door and turned back, motioning Chandler to follow her.

Once they were outside the door Monica finally spoke.

"I don't think I can do this on my own, if it's something serious, I don't know wh" Monica broke of her silence with a little sob.

Chandler bunched her up in his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead. Monica's crying subsided as she looked up into his eyes. Silence fell on both of them as the stood, glancing at each other in both shock and in adoration.

Monica leaned up and placed her lips onto Chandlers, giving him tiny butterfly kisses, which began to turn more passionate as Chandler returned her affection. His mind was racing as he ran his hands over her back; unable to believe his dreams were finally turning into reality.

They broke apart and continued to stare longingly at each other, neither wanting to speak and end the moment.

Just as Chandler was about to say something he felt a hand tap his shoulder. He swung around to see who had interrupted him, not letting his hands part from Monica's waist.

"Dr. Phillips? We were just coming to look for you." Chandler sounded breathless from his recent rendezvous with Mon.

The Doctor ignored Chandler and looked over at Monica, his expression full of concern.

"Ms. Gellar, may I speak to you alone for a moment please?"

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"What makes you think I have it?" Ursula snapped back at Joey, clearly losing patience at his incessant questioning.

"You told me you had it! That's why I think you have it!" Joey stood up from the sofa and placed himself inches from Ursula's face

"Ok, so I have it, but what makes you think I'm going to give you it?" Ursula's tone began to sound vindictive; Joey was going to have a fight on his hands to get what he wanted.

"Ursula! Will you quit the mind games! I'm in no mood for this, will you please just consider giving me it!" Joey was losing the fight and he knew it. Ursula was enjoying watching him squirm too much. She seemed to get a kick out of hurting people. He wondered how her and Phoebe could look so alike but act so differently.

"Hmm, I don't know Joey, it is a family heirloom after all." She gave a little smirk. It meant nothing to her, but she loved watching Joey beg. It was turning her on.

"How about a kiss and I may consider it?" Ursula's smirk grew as she watched Joey lean in towards her.

He rested his lips on hers, barely touching.

"Not in a million years am I that desperate!" He spat and turned and walked away from her. Her smile dropped and she walked moodily over to a chest of drawers. Opening the bottom cupboard with force, she removed an envelope and slammed the door shut again with all her might.

"Here! Just take it and go, and don't come back. I hope you will be very happy!"

Joey couldn't believe he had manages to talk her round. She had given in to him, finally.

"Thank you," He stuttered, still shocked she had backed down.

She grumbled something in return, and opened the front door to her apartment, indicating to Joey it was time for him to leave.

As the door was slammed at his back he let his lips curl into a smile. He had done it; he had got what he wanted. Now he had to plan.

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Rachel was pottering around the apartment, still in her pyjamas, putting the final stages of her plan together.

She was desperate for Monica to get home and help her; she needed another person's perspective on her ideas. But she noted how well she was doing on her own, pride growing in her.

She sat on the couch, her bare feet up on the coffee table. She held her notepad and a pen in her hands. The end on the pen was in her mouth as she tapped it against her teeth, deep in though.

"Ohhh, scented candles." She scribbled it down furiously on her pad, and stuck the pen back in her mouth when she was done writing.

After another few minutes of wracking her mind she gave up and lifted the phone. Her planning was over, now to put it all in action.

"Ross? Hey it's me, Rachel. Listen I want to apologise to you about yesterday, but I don't want to do it over the phone. Can you meet me tonight at 9pm in Central Perk? Bye" She hung up, praying that he would get her message on time. Tonight was going to be the most important night of both their lives.

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Chapter 30- what happens to Phoebe? What are Rachel and Joey planning? Will Chandler and Monica get together? Tune in to find out lol

I think there are just 2 more chapters to go before this one is done, but I need your advice. There is so much I could do with this fic, but I don't want it to get to angsty, if you know what I mean. Soooo.what do you think I should do? Continue and make it over-melodramatic or write a sequel? Let me know in your reviews. Thanks :o)

Mwah xxx