Ain't No Mountain High
Author: stargirl*
Author's Note: This one's for Monica and Chandler fans mainly, but also for Rachel baby fans. What the hell, everyone will enjoy this. Please read and review. Oh yeah, and I don't own them, I only Matthew Perry in my dreams.
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Chapter Two: No Matter Where You Are
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Monica racked her brain for an explanation. 'What will Chandler think?' She began to speak, but Chandler began to talk again himself.
"Why are you so nervous? Is everything all right? And why is that pillow on the ground?" Monica let out a sigh of relief. Chandler hadn't seen after all, she had been too quick for him. She picked up the pillow and set it onto the bed. "I'm sorry sweetie," she walked back towards Chandler, "Nothing's wrong, everything's just fine." She gave her husband a long kiss on the lips.
"Mmm..." he sighed, sinking into the kiss, "I suppose I forgive you for not answering me." Chandler smiled at Monica as they pulled away from the embrace and the two walked hand-in-hand to their living room.
As Monica sat down on the couch and snuggled up close to her husband, she decided to bring up the subject. "So," she began, "have you talked to Rachel lately? Isn't it just wild knowing that two of our best friends are about to have a baby?"
"Yeah," Chandler said as he put his arm over Monica, "she got mad at me because she thought I was insulting her baby when I told her I liked her dress yesterday." Chandler let out a small laugh. "Man! I'm just happy to get away from pregnant women and come home to you."
"Right..." Monica murmured as she removed Chandler's arm and sat upright. "But won't it be nice for her to have her daughter after it's all over?" She emphasized the sentence, as she was a bit stressed by now.
"Babies." Chandler's nose scrunched up as he stated the word. "I remember my aunt's baby from when I was a kid. She was always pink and smelly and cried all of the time."
Monica bent over and rested her head on her hand. She had been worried that Chandler didn't want children quite yet, despite the fact that she desperately wanted them. And she didn't want to make Chandler do something he didn't want. Seeing Rachel pregnant only made it worse. She had always thought that she would be pregnant before wild, no-commitment Rachel. Monica had always been the calm one in high school, the one who was anxious to settle down. It just wasn't fair.
"Are you sure you're all right, Monica?" Chandler asked again. He was worried about his wife. She had been out of it for the last few days, but it seemed to be getting worse. Chandler leaned over Monica and began to rub her back. He was surprised and upset when she pushed him off of her and stood up.
"I'm just not feeling well, that's all," she said weakly. "I think I need to go out for a little while, get some fresh air."
Chandler didn't know what else to do but to let Monica go. He watched as she took her coat and purse and walked out of the door.
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Monica wandered around the city for quite a few hours, into the dead of the night. A bit later, she found herself stopped in a little bar on a corner, seated atop a bar stool, drowning drink after drink. "Goddammit!" she yelled, as she swallowed her fifth scotch, thinking about Chandler.
"Are you alright, miss?" asked a voice next to her. Monica turned to find herself looking into the eyes of a dark-haired man who had been nursing his own drink.
"Yes," she responded to him as she turned back around. But then she stopped. "You know what?" she asked, talking to herself more than him. "I'm not." She motioned to the bartender to bring her another as she told the man her story. Rather depressed himself, he listened politely. After a few more hours of drinking and talking, Monica left the bar to go home.
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"Chandler..." Monica groaned in her sleep. "I need to talk to you... About a baby..." Monica rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.
It wasn't her bed.
It wasn't her apartment.
And the man lying next to her definitely wasn't Chandler.
"Oh my god..." she whispered to herself as she looked down underneath the covers at her naked body. She lay back in bed trying to cope with her hangover as she also tried to remember what had happened last night.
After she had started to walk home, it had started to rain. She had gone back to the bar. She couldn't remember much more than that. Monica groaned again. How could she have let herself get so drunk? How could she have done this to Chandler, her husband? Tears running down her face, Monica quickly got up and got dressed before whatever-his-name-was could wake up. She gathered her things, and rushed out of the man's apartment.
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End Chapter Two. Please review!
Author: stargirl*
Author's Note: This one's for Monica and Chandler fans mainly, but also for Rachel baby fans. What the hell, everyone will enjoy this. Please read and review. Oh yeah, and I don't own them, I only Matthew Perry in my dreams.
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Chapter Two: No Matter Where You Are
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Monica racked her brain for an explanation. 'What will Chandler think?' She began to speak, but Chandler began to talk again himself.
"Why are you so nervous? Is everything all right? And why is that pillow on the ground?" Monica let out a sigh of relief. Chandler hadn't seen after all, she had been too quick for him. She picked up the pillow and set it onto the bed. "I'm sorry sweetie," she walked back towards Chandler, "Nothing's wrong, everything's just fine." She gave her husband a long kiss on the lips.
"Mmm..." he sighed, sinking into the kiss, "I suppose I forgive you for not answering me." Chandler smiled at Monica as they pulled away from the embrace and the two walked hand-in-hand to their living room.
As Monica sat down on the couch and snuggled up close to her husband, she decided to bring up the subject. "So," she began, "have you talked to Rachel lately? Isn't it just wild knowing that two of our best friends are about to have a baby?"
"Yeah," Chandler said as he put his arm over Monica, "she got mad at me because she thought I was insulting her baby when I told her I liked her dress yesterday." Chandler let out a small laugh. "Man! I'm just happy to get away from pregnant women and come home to you."
"Right..." Monica murmured as she removed Chandler's arm and sat upright. "But won't it be nice for her to have her daughter after it's all over?" She emphasized the sentence, as she was a bit stressed by now.
"Babies." Chandler's nose scrunched up as he stated the word. "I remember my aunt's baby from when I was a kid. She was always pink and smelly and cried all of the time."
Monica bent over and rested her head on her hand. She had been worried that Chandler didn't want children quite yet, despite the fact that she desperately wanted them. And she didn't want to make Chandler do something he didn't want. Seeing Rachel pregnant only made it worse. She had always thought that she would be pregnant before wild, no-commitment Rachel. Monica had always been the calm one in high school, the one who was anxious to settle down. It just wasn't fair.
"Are you sure you're all right, Monica?" Chandler asked again. He was worried about his wife. She had been out of it for the last few days, but it seemed to be getting worse. Chandler leaned over Monica and began to rub her back. He was surprised and upset when she pushed him off of her and stood up.
"I'm just not feeling well, that's all," she said weakly. "I think I need to go out for a little while, get some fresh air."
Chandler didn't know what else to do but to let Monica go. He watched as she took her coat and purse and walked out of the door.
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Monica wandered around the city for quite a few hours, into the dead of the night. A bit later, she found herself stopped in a little bar on a corner, seated atop a bar stool, drowning drink after drink. "Goddammit!" she yelled, as she swallowed her fifth scotch, thinking about Chandler.
"Are you alright, miss?" asked a voice next to her. Monica turned to find herself looking into the eyes of a dark-haired man who had been nursing his own drink.
"Yes," she responded to him as she turned back around. But then she stopped. "You know what?" she asked, talking to herself more than him. "I'm not." She motioned to the bartender to bring her another as she told the man her story. Rather depressed himself, he listened politely. After a few more hours of drinking and talking, Monica left the bar to go home.
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"Chandler..." Monica groaned in her sleep. "I need to talk to you... About a baby..." Monica rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed.
It wasn't her bed.
It wasn't her apartment.
And the man lying next to her definitely wasn't Chandler.
"Oh my god..." she whispered to herself as she looked down underneath the covers at her naked body. She lay back in bed trying to cope with her hangover as she also tried to remember what had happened last night.
After she had started to walk home, it had started to rain. She had gone back to the bar. She couldn't remember much more than that. Monica groaned again. How could she have let herself get so drunk? How could she have done this to Chandler, her husband? Tears running down her face, Monica quickly got up and got dressed before whatever-his-name-was could wake up. She gathered her things, and rushed out of the man's apartment.
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End Chapter Two. Please review!
