thanks for revieiwng....please keep it up! nothing is better than getting a review! anyway, here's part ten! it's a little longer, like you guys like! anyway, please read and review!

disclaimer: alana's mine. that's it.

Part Ten

The next morning, Monica was awakened by a loud knock on her door and a shout, "Delivery!"

"Coming," Monica yelled, throwing on a robe and opening the door.

"Flower delivery for Ms. Monica Geller," the delivery man said as he placed a gigantic bouquet of yellow roses on her counter.

"Thanks," Monica muttered, confused. Who was sending her flowers? Her question was quickly answered as she saw an envelope containing a letter attached.

Dear Monica,

I honestly don't know how to how to start this letter, or really what to say at all. I've been told my daughter won you over with one e-mail, and I wish I had the same ability. But Alana had never hurt you like I had, so she certainly had a better starting point, didn't she?

What else can I say except that I'm sorry? I told Alana this a little while ago-that I cannot say I regret marrying Grace simply because out of that marriage came Alana. However, I do regret hurting you. I regret hurting you with every fiber in me, and there hasn't been a day that has gone by that I haven't regretted it. I'm sure you have heard that, if Grace had not passed away, we most surely would've divorced. It isn't that Grace isn't a wonderful person, because she is. It's because I was in love-still in love, with another woman. You.

Alana told me that if two people love each other, they should be together. No matter how complicated the situation. While part of this shows just how naive she is about human relations, it also shows how wise she is. I believe in what Alana says. I can only hope you do as well.

I love you with all of my heart, and I am sorry with all of my heart as well. I don't know if this note has meant anything to you at all, but if it has, please call me at the hotel. I'm willing to give it another shot. And I'm am praying you are, too.

All My Love,

Chandler

(A/N: Wow, who knew Chandler was such a sweet writer! lol! Just kidding! Sorry for the interuption-read on!)

"It's been two days, honey," Chandler told his daughter, exasperated. "Two days and she hasn't called or anything. We've got to go home."

"But, Dad!" Alana protested, "Maybe she's just thinking it over."

"Alana-"

"Dad, seriously. This is a huge decision for her. She's got to have time to think, doesn't she?"

"Well-"

"She does! I know I'd need time. I mean, no offense, Dad, but you screwed up big. Just getting a note and flowers isn't going to change a whole lot for her if you don't give her some time."

"Fine," Chandler said finally, "We'll stay two more days."

"Rachel?" Monica asked as she heard someone pick up the phone.

"Hi, Monica!" Rachel said, unsure of how Monica felt about her at the point, after she'd gone behind her back with Alana. "How are...things?"

"Okay," Monica said softly, "But what I really wanted to talk about is Chandler."

Rachel pursed her lips, "Chandler."

"Yeah, Chandler. He sent me flowers and a note, saying he was sorry and all. And Rachel-I just..I don't know what to do."

Rachel sighed softly, "I wish I could help you, honey. But I can't tell you what to do anymore than anybody else can."

"I know," Monica said sadly, "But...what would you do? If it were you?"

"I honestly don't know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," said Monica, "I know I'm putting you in a tough spot. I just have to think about it some more, I guess.

"Yeah, I guess," Rachel agreed.

One day later, Monica was sitting in her living room, mulling over the recent events in her life when the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Monica?" Monica immediately recognized Alana Bing's voice.

"Alana?"

"Yeah, it's me," Alana said quickly, and it sounded like she was crying, "Look, you've got to come to Columbia right away."

"What happened? Why?" Monica asked worriedly.

"It's Dad-" whispered Alana, choking back a sob, "He-he's been shot."