The Phone Call -Chapter 5
A/N: Sorry it's been so long! But I just logged into ff.net for the first time in like FOREVER (I'm always too lazy to actually login, lol) and I read all my good reviews and it inspired me, LOL! Thanks again for them, hehe. I was very surprised by them...so on with the story :)
By the next afternoon, the gang was already on a plane headed for Paris. Chandler was still trying to help Monica relax, and Monica was still trying to do so.
"Stop, that tickles," Joey giggled from seat in back of them. They rolled their eyes, as did Ross and Rachel who were sitting across from them.
"I want you now, Joseph Francis," Phoebe whispered as she got out of her seat and suggestively walked towards the back of the plane.
"Yeah, baby!" Joey grinned as he quickly jumped out of his seat and followed Phoebe to the bathroom.
The others rolled their eyes again. "Hey, Ross, sweetie, how come we never do anything crazy like that?" Rachel asked jokingly.
Ross raised an eyebrow. He smiled and quietly said, "Well, you know, Rach, there IS another bathroom back there..."
Rachel stifled a laugh. "Um, sweetie, you do know I was just kidding right?"
Ross paused and stared blankly at her for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. "Yeah!" he said unconvincingly. Monica and Chandler chuckled.
Suddenly loud, banging noises could be heard from the back of the plane. An angry stewardess marched towards the bathroom and knocked persistently on the door.
"Uh, we'll be right out..." Joey called nervously.
A few seconds later, Joey and Phoebe emerged from the bathroom, biting their lip. They slowly walked back to their seats, blushing. The stewardess and a nearby nun shook their heads disapprovingly.
"Okaaay," Joey sighed heavily. "Paris: 1. London: 0."
"Yeah, baby," Phoebe grinned, looking both satisfied and proud of herself, and patted her fiancé's shoulder.
Joey leaned forward and quietly said to Chandler, "Dude, you should really try that with Monica!" Monica burst out laughing.
"Yeah, Joe, she won't have sex with me on the balcony in our apartment; I don't think she's gonna put out in a crapper 20,000 feet in the air."
Monica continued to laugh. "That's right, big guy."
As much as Chandler would have enjoyed having sex in the friendly skies, he was glad to see her smiling again. 'We're gonna be okay,' he thought, taking her hand in his. 'We're gonna be okay.'
"Merci, Monsieur, je suis heureux vous ai apprécié les escargots," a man in a French accent said.
"What?" Joey asked.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot you don't speak Français."
"What's Français? I thought they spoke French here."
The waiter stared at him for a moment. "Anyway, as I was saying, Monsieur, I'm glad you enjoyed les escargots."
"What are les escargots?"
"What you ordered, Monsieur," he said, incredulously.
Joey stared, puzzled, as the waiter walked away.
"So when are we gonna tell him he ate snails?" Monica whispered.
After they finished up dinner, the three couples walked hand-in-hand out onto the restaurant's beautiful balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower. They each headed off towards their own little section where they could enjoy the romantic setting.
"Chandler, thank you so much for taking me here," Monica whispered as she gazed into her husband's eyes.
"If it makes you happy, it makes me happy," he smiled back and gazed at her. Whether it was because they were in Paris or whether it was the way the moonlight was dancing on her face, she never looked more beautiful.
"Kiss me already," she giggled.
Chandler smiled and did so.
"Oh, no, they're doing THAT again," Ross whined.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should take a hint," she said, pulling him into a kiss.
As for Joey and Phoebe, they had already been making out for the past five minutes.
"I'll be right back," Monica giggled, pulling out of a kiss.
"Wha?" Chandler mumbled. "You can't leave me like that. You got Mr. Big all fired up."
Monica laughed. "Don't worry, I'm just going to get some ice. I'll make it up to you later, I promise," she said kissing him and then left.
"..Uh, fine by me..." Chandler mumbled.
As Monica walked down the hall, she couldn't help but feel as if she was being followed. She wanted to turn around, prove to herself that there was no one there, and put her fears to rest. But at the same time she was terrified to do so.
"What's the matter with me..." she mumbled.
She continued down the rest of the hall cautiously until she noticed she had been going the wrong way. "Damnit!" she whispered. She quickly turned around and headed back down the other way.
After she was just about done getting her ice, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and quickly turned around.
"Mon, are you okay?" It was only Chandler.
Monica sighed heavily. "Don't you ever do that to me again, Chandler Muriel Bing!" she cried.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no middle-naming me!"
She sighed again. "What do you think you're doing, coming up from behind and scaring me like that, huh?"
"Honey, I'm sorry. I was just wondering what was taking you so long. Mr. Big doesn't like to wait," he chuckled. 'Oh God, now I've got her all scared again...great job, Chandler, great job!' "Come on, sweetie, let's go back to the room," he said gently, taking her hand. She clung to it as if she was holding on for dear life. "I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart."
"It's-it's okay," she mumbled. "It's-it's not your fault..."
Monica gasped as she jumped up in bed, breathless. "Where am I...Chandler?" she yelled. "Chandler?"
Chandler came running out of the bathroom. "What's wrong, Mon? I'm right here," he said, taking her hand.
"Oh my God, Chandler. I had the most horrible nightmare," she panted, as she fell back down on the bed.
"It's okay now," he whispered, stroking her forehead. "It was just a dream. It's okay."
"Oh God, I dreamt he was here, Chandler. He didn't have a face though. He was just this...faceless man in a dark suit and he was coming at me with a knife saying he was gonna rip open my stomach," she cried. "And then when I woke up and you weren't there..."
"Shhh, it's okay, Mon. I'm here now."
"Just don't leave my side ever again, okay?"
"Never again. I promise."
"Good," she sighed. "I love you," she whispered as she crawled into his arms.
"I love you, too," Chandler said, as he kissed her forehead. "And I promise, nothing's ever gonna happen to you. Not while I'm around."
Monica nodded slightly against his chest.
Chapter 6 Coming Soon A/N: Okay, BOR-ING! I know! I know! But now that I got them all in Paris and everything set up and everything, stuff can start to happen. When I hadn't updated this in such a long time, I thought I would have to force myself to write. But then I realized I totally didn't so I'll definitely be updating soon! But geez...I'm all freaked out now. I'm like jumping at every little sound. I wish I had a Chandler, LOL! Anyway, thanks for reading! And again, thanks for all the reviews! They make me happy to write :)
A/N: Sorry it's been so long! But I just logged into ff.net for the first time in like FOREVER (I'm always too lazy to actually login, lol) and I read all my good reviews and it inspired me, LOL! Thanks again for them, hehe. I was very surprised by them...so on with the story :)
By the next afternoon, the gang was already on a plane headed for Paris. Chandler was still trying to help Monica relax, and Monica was still trying to do so.
"Stop, that tickles," Joey giggled from seat in back of them. They rolled their eyes, as did Ross and Rachel who were sitting across from them.
"I want you now, Joseph Francis," Phoebe whispered as she got out of her seat and suggestively walked towards the back of the plane.
"Yeah, baby!" Joey grinned as he quickly jumped out of his seat and followed Phoebe to the bathroom.
The others rolled their eyes again. "Hey, Ross, sweetie, how come we never do anything crazy like that?" Rachel asked jokingly.
Ross raised an eyebrow. He smiled and quietly said, "Well, you know, Rach, there IS another bathroom back there..."
Rachel stifled a laugh. "Um, sweetie, you do know I was just kidding right?"
Ross paused and stared blankly at her for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. "Yeah!" he said unconvincingly. Monica and Chandler chuckled.
Suddenly loud, banging noises could be heard from the back of the plane. An angry stewardess marched towards the bathroom and knocked persistently on the door.
"Uh, we'll be right out..." Joey called nervously.
A few seconds later, Joey and Phoebe emerged from the bathroom, biting their lip. They slowly walked back to their seats, blushing. The stewardess and a nearby nun shook their heads disapprovingly.
"Okaaay," Joey sighed heavily. "Paris: 1. London: 0."
"Yeah, baby," Phoebe grinned, looking both satisfied and proud of herself, and patted her fiancé's shoulder.
Joey leaned forward and quietly said to Chandler, "Dude, you should really try that with Monica!" Monica burst out laughing.
"Yeah, Joe, she won't have sex with me on the balcony in our apartment; I don't think she's gonna put out in a crapper 20,000 feet in the air."
Monica continued to laugh. "That's right, big guy."
As much as Chandler would have enjoyed having sex in the friendly skies, he was glad to see her smiling again. 'We're gonna be okay,' he thought, taking her hand in his. 'We're gonna be okay.'
"Merci, Monsieur, je suis heureux vous ai apprécié les escargots," a man in a French accent said.
"What?" Joey asked.
"Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot you don't speak Français."
"What's Français? I thought they spoke French here."
The waiter stared at him for a moment. "Anyway, as I was saying, Monsieur, I'm glad you enjoyed les escargots."
"What are les escargots?"
"What you ordered, Monsieur," he said, incredulously.
Joey stared, puzzled, as the waiter walked away.
"So when are we gonna tell him he ate snails?" Monica whispered.
After they finished up dinner, the three couples walked hand-in-hand out onto the restaurant's beautiful balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower. They each headed off towards their own little section where they could enjoy the romantic setting.
"Chandler, thank you so much for taking me here," Monica whispered as she gazed into her husband's eyes.
"If it makes you happy, it makes me happy," he smiled back and gazed at her. Whether it was because they were in Paris or whether it was the way the moonlight was dancing on her face, she never looked more beautiful.
"Kiss me already," she giggled.
Chandler smiled and did so.
"Oh, no, they're doing THAT again," Ross whined.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Maybe you should take a hint," she said, pulling him into a kiss.
As for Joey and Phoebe, they had already been making out for the past five minutes.
"I'll be right back," Monica giggled, pulling out of a kiss.
"Wha?" Chandler mumbled. "You can't leave me like that. You got Mr. Big all fired up."
Monica laughed. "Don't worry, I'm just going to get some ice. I'll make it up to you later, I promise," she said kissing him and then left.
"..Uh, fine by me..." Chandler mumbled.
As Monica walked down the hall, she couldn't help but feel as if she was being followed. She wanted to turn around, prove to herself that there was no one there, and put her fears to rest. But at the same time she was terrified to do so.
"What's the matter with me..." she mumbled.
She continued down the rest of the hall cautiously until she noticed she had been going the wrong way. "Damnit!" she whispered. She quickly turned around and headed back down the other way.
After she was just about done getting her ice, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and quickly turned around.
"Mon, are you okay?" It was only Chandler.
Monica sighed heavily. "Don't you ever do that to me again, Chandler Muriel Bing!" she cried.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no middle-naming me!"
She sighed again. "What do you think you're doing, coming up from behind and scaring me like that, huh?"
"Honey, I'm sorry. I was just wondering what was taking you so long. Mr. Big doesn't like to wait," he chuckled. 'Oh God, now I've got her all scared again...great job, Chandler, great job!' "Come on, sweetie, let's go back to the room," he said gently, taking her hand. She clung to it as if she was holding on for dear life. "I'm sorry I scared you, sweetheart."
"It's-it's okay," she mumbled. "It's-it's not your fault..."
Monica gasped as she jumped up in bed, breathless. "Where am I...Chandler?" she yelled. "Chandler?"
Chandler came running out of the bathroom. "What's wrong, Mon? I'm right here," he said, taking her hand.
"Oh my God, Chandler. I had the most horrible nightmare," she panted, as she fell back down on the bed.
"It's okay now," he whispered, stroking her forehead. "It was just a dream. It's okay."
"Oh God, I dreamt he was here, Chandler. He didn't have a face though. He was just this...faceless man in a dark suit and he was coming at me with a knife saying he was gonna rip open my stomach," she cried. "And then when I woke up and you weren't there..."
"Shhh, it's okay, Mon. I'm here now."
"Just don't leave my side ever again, okay?"
"Never again. I promise."
"Good," she sighed. "I love you," she whispered as she crawled into his arms.
"I love you, too," Chandler said, as he kissed her forehead. "And I promise, nothing's ever gonna happen to you. Not while I'm around."
Monica nodded slightly against his chest.
Chapter 6 Coming Soon A/N: Okay, BOR-ING! I know! I know! But now that I got them all in Paris and everything set up and everything, stuff can start to happen. When I hadn't updated this in such a long time, I thought I would have to force myself to write. But then I realized I totally didn't so I'll definitely be updating soon! But geez...I'm all freaked out now. I'm like jumping at every little sound. I wish I had a Chandler, LOL! Anyway, thanks for reading! And again, thanks for all the reviews! They make me happy to write :)
