Never Assume

~Part 5~

As Abby has pointed out to me, I haven't updated this fic in awhile. Oh, and at the end of the last one, I did notice the "The girl had to die…Merry Christmas!" I actually laughed when I went back and read it, but decided to leave it in there to see if any of you people found it amusing. And a few people said that it did. So thanks for the reviews, keep it up, it makes me want to continue more when you people want me to.

Chandler lie awake, Monica in his arms, still not able to believe that this was really real. He was still convinced that any second now he would wake up alone in his own bed.

But he didn't.

"Hey, um, are you seeing anyone?" Chandler finally asked as he ran his fingertips up and down her arm, realizing that they hadn't had much of a conversation about anything earlier.

"Kind of late to be asking that question," Monica laughed. "And no."

"Just checking," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. "What are we doing?"

"Well, based on our clothing, or lack therefore of, and the bed we're in…I'd say we're building a rocket ship," she deadpanned, turning to face him.

Chandler laughed, "Ouch, shut down," he paused. "Couldn't have said it better myself, though," he grinned. "But, seriously, what are we doing here? Am I gonna get on a plane tomorrow and go back to New York and just never see you again?"

"I don't know," Monica moved so that she was completely facing him. "I know that I can't live the rest of my life without you, though."

"I know," he kissed her gently on the lips. "What are we gonna do?"

~1998~

"Excuse me, miss?" Charlie said to one of the waitresses. "I was wondering if you could tell me the name of a chef and if they happen to be working tonight."

"Sure, no problem."

"A few weeks ago I was here and I went back to compliment the chef and she was a cute little thing, dark hair, rather young," he explained, and judging from the look on the waitress's face, he'd said the right thing to get to know what he wanted.

The girl's face fell. "Oh, um, that was Monica…Monica Gellar. She, um, she was killed a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," Charlie offered, trying to sound convincing.

"Yeah, it's quite a shame…I mean, she was pretty up-tight about just about everything and got on everyone's nerves, but I really liked her. And she'd just started seeing this guy…weird name. Something Bing…Chandler, I think. I told her not to take his name if they ever got married…" she trailed off. "I'm sorry," she turned to leave, evidently pained by the memory.

"That's quite alright, miss," he smiled at her as she walked away. Charlie grinned; he'd definitely picked the right person to talk to, he hadn't even had to try to get anything out of her. And he now had another name for Tommy, he just prayed to God that there hadn't been more than one set of parents cruel enough to give their child that same name.

Chandler Bing.

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Sorry this is so short…But please review :) thanks bunches