Hello all! The title comes from the song by Ben Harper and it's just a little idea that I had. I know that you thought that I had dropped off the face of the earth, and I assure you that I haven't, I just have been insanely busy and then I went to San Francisco with my dad and older brother and then Aruba with my friends (it was a graduation gift from my parents), and I'm back now. This idea just popped into my head, so enjoy and leave a little review if you can. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, if I did, then I wouldn't be worrying about how to pay for college right now.
"Monica!" She could hear her name being called. She spun around and saw her husband standing there waving to her. He was so close, and yet she couldn't reach him. She couldn't get to him.
"Chandler?" She took a feeble step towards him. He encouraged her and she took another step. Where was she? Why did it feel as if a ton of bricks were attached to her feet and she couldn't move towards him?
"Mon, we're all here. We're all waiting for you," he said smiling. All she wanted to do was get to him. Have him hold her.
"Whose all here?" She asked confused.
"The whole gang.....They're all here. And Ross and Rachel brought Emma. We're all waiting for you. So come on, Mon, come on." Monica looked around at her surroundings. She didn't recognize any of it. And it was so dark there, so very dark. It was becoming darker as she stood there, Chandler was beginning to become obscured by the darkness.
"Chandler?" She cried. Panicked seized her, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.
"Monica?"
"CHANDLER?" Her voice became a higher pitch as she ran forward in the dark. He wasn't answering. Why wasn't he answering? Why was it so dark? Monica began to cry. She felt the tears slide down her cheeks as she ran forward with her hands extended. "Chandler? Please, don't leave me, Chandler. Please come back.....please.....please come back." The tears slowed her running until she stopped completely and fell to the ground surrounded by black. "Chandler....come back....Chandler."
Waiting on an angel
one to carry me home
hope you come to see me soon
cause I don't want to go alone
I don't want to go alone
Chandler sat next to the hospital bed and held his wife's hand. He brought it up to his mouth and gave it a kiss. A piece of hair fell over her face, and he pushed it back again. Ross, her brother, had just left with her best friend.
"How is she?" A voice from behind pulled Chandler's attention from memorizing her face.
"The same," Chandler responded not letting his sight waver from her. Joey came up and sat in the other chair that was pulled up to the bed.
"You should go home and get something to eat and get some sleep."
"I want to be here," Chandler answered shaking his head. "I want to be here with her. What if she wakes up? I want to be here when she wakes up." Joey didn't speak the words that hung in the air.
What if she didn't wake up?
So it hung there, unasked and unanswered. Joey finally stopped the campaign to get Chandler to leave her side, knowing that it was in vain. Wherever Monica was, there Chandler would be. It was that simple. And Chandler couldn't sleep. He knew undoubtably that he would have nightmares if he tried to close his eyes. Nightmares about what had happened. The image of his wife's lifeless body next to his in the battered car. The sound of her voice before she passed out from the pain.
"Please don't leave me Chandler," she had pleaded.
"Never," he had promised kissing her bloody forehead. And it was a promise that he intended to keep.
Now angel, won't you come by me
angel hear my plea
take my hand, lift me up so I can fly with thee
so that I can fly with thee
Where was Chandler? Monica sat up with her head pounding. It wasn't dark anymore. She was in her apartment now. Her friends were all sitting there surrounding her husband who had his head in his hands and was crying. Why was he crying? Why wasn't she there to comfort him? She moved towards the couch where they were all sitting. She reached out to touch his face.
"Why did she leave?" Chandler sobbed. Rachel rubbed a hand over his back. "Why did she leave me?"
"Who is he talking about?" Monica asked Phoebe, but Phoebe didn't answer. The realization hit her and she gasped. "Is he talking about me? But I'm right here! I'm right here, Chandler!" A sob made his entire body tremble. It was then that she noticed that all of her friends were wearing black. Joey, Ross, and Chandler were all in suits, and both Phoebe and Rachel were in black dresses.
"What's going on?" She asked looking from Rachel to Chandler to her brother. "What is happening?"
"She didn't want to, honey," Rachel told him continuing to rub his back. "She didn't want to leave you."
"We were supposed to have kids and grandchildren and grow old together."
"I know," Phoebe murmured taking his hand in hers. "I know."
"But I'm right here!" Monica cried reaching out to take his other hand which he brought up to his face. "I'm right here!"
It was then that everything began to get really fuzzy again. She felt herself slipping away from Chandler and her friends. The apartment spun around and slid away from her grasp.
and I'm waiting on an angel
and I know it won't be long
to find myself in a resting place in my angel's arms
in my angel's arms
Chandler walked exhausted into his apartment, finally taking up his friends' advice to rest.
"You're no good to her like this," Ross had said. "You need to go home and rest so that you can be there when she wakes up." He dropped his keys in the dish on the counter and took off his jacket and made his way over to the bedroom. A white piece of paper caught his eye. It was laying on the table under the vase of flowers. Grasping it in his hand, he pulled it out from under and with a skipped beat of his heart saw that it was in her handwriting.
"Chandler-" He read. "Could you please defrost the chicken for dinner? And pick up some milk on your way home. Thanks. Love you always, Monica." It had been from a few days before and he had never moved it. It was just a piece of paper. It was a stupid note that she had jotted down before leaving for work that morning, and yet it could be the last thing that he had from her.
No. He couldn't think like that. She would be fine. She would wake up and everything would be okay. It had to be okay. There was no way that he could lose her. Everything that he ever wanted or needed was there in that hospital bed fighting for her life. Everything. He walked into their bedroom and collapsed on the bed and hugged her pillow to him and fell asleep crying.
So speak kind to a stranger
cause you'll never know
it might just be an angel come
oh knocking at your door, knocking at your door
Monica was in a house now. A beautiful two-story house in the suburbs. White with blue shutters, and a mailbox with the name "Bing" written on it. Bing? That was her name? Curiously she made her way to the backyard where she could hear voices.
"Daddy! Throw to me!" A little boy about six yelled holding out his opened glove. The outfit that he was wearing she recognized as a little leaguer's, and written in white letters across the blue top was what she guessed was the team's name: Blue Jays. She turned her head to face the person the little boy was addressing.
There in all his uniformed glory was Chandler. He must be the coach, she thought to herself. She shook her head confused. Why did he call him Daddy? Where was she?
"Okay Mike," Chandler said. "Hold the glove like this. Okay?" Mike, she guessed that was the little boy, held up his glove and braced himself for the throw. Chandler tossed it easily to him and he caught it.
"Look! I got it!"
"Great job, buddy," Chandler said laughing as Mike did a little dance very reminiscent of his father. Monica laughed in spite of her confusion and watched as father and son danced around the backyard.
"What are you doing?" She heard a familiar voice call out from the deck. A gasp escaped from her throat when she realized that the voice was Rachel's. Rachel?
"Hey Mommy, watch this!" Mommy? Monica felt as if the wind was knocked out of her.
"That's great Mikey," she said laughing. She descended the stairs and came into the backyard with Chandler and Mike. They seemed happy, but there was something distant in Chandler's eyes.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asked Chandler. So she could see it too?
"Fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Fine," he repeated.
"Cause today's the eighth anniversary...."
"I'm fine," he snapped. He dropped the glove in the yard and strode into the house. Monica followed him in and saw that he went upstairs. At the end of the hallway there was a closet door that he pulled open. As she overlooked, he pulled out a box and opened it to see a white album that Monica had seen before.
Their wedding album.
Chandler flipped through the pages and she saw the tears the began to fall down his face. What was going on? Why was he with Rachel when clearly he loved her? The album fell to the ground as he stood and grabbed a pair of car keys. Gingerly, Monica climbed into the passenger seat next to him.
A few minutes later, they pulled up to a cemetery. Chandler slammed the car door shut and walked a little ways to a grave. Kneeling next to her husband, Monica read what was engraved in the stone. For the second time, she felt as if the wind was knocked out of her and she couldn't breathe.
"Beloved wife, daughter, and friend," she read. "Monica Bing. November 22, 1971- August 17,2003."
and I'm waiting on an angel
and I know it won't be long
to find myself in a resting place in my angel's arms
in my angel's arms
Waiting on an angel
one to carry me home
hope you come to see me soon
cause I don't want to go alone
I don't want to go alone
~*Are you confused yet? Oh, good, my dears. Do you like it? I hope that you do. So if you are so kind, please drop me a note and tell me what you think and if you want me to keep going. Thanks~*
