This chapter is also dedicated to Becca, because I loverr her, and she's done way too much for me :D Thankies so much. Oh, and this leaves off the morning after the end of Chapter 15.

Chapter Sixteen

Monica woke up to the sound of soft breathing down her neck. She slowly sat up, her eyes half-closed, her hair strewn about. When she saw Chandler behind her, holding her, she gently laid back down and smiled to herself. Chandler suddenly opened his eyes, squeezing Monica tight. He yawned, indicating to Monica that he was awake.

"Morning," she greeted, her voice scratchy, while closing her eyes. He grinned.

"G'morning. God, it sure does feel good to wake up with you in my arms again," he whispered in her ears, his warm breath sending chills down Monica's spine.

"It's been months," Monica said plainly, slowly turning towards him. He nodded, stretching out his hand to touch her soft skin.

"Seems like yesterday." He stroked her cheek, savoring the feel she gave him.

"Do you regret coming back to New York?"

"No. Never will, either." Chandler paused, slowly sitting up, Monica following him. "She wasn't the one for me, Mon. That dream was bogus, it wasn't real." He paused, but continued. "Do you regret forgiving me?"

Monica shook her head quickly, sending her hair flying. "Of course not. I was… I was just hurt, that's all. But… that's all behind us now, right? Not only that, but… the… y- y know…"

Chandler put his finger to her lips, and Monica stopped. "It's behind us. All that's left are the physical scars left on you, that's all." He took her two wrists and slid her sleeves up, revealing the cuts left on her. He slowly, gently kissed both of them, then slid the sleeves back down. "I'll never forget it, but I won't dwell on it," he whispered. Monica nodded, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thank you, Chandler. For everything." Chandler hugged her back, feeling tears slide down his cheeks and onto Monica's shoulders.

But this time, they were tears of joy.

* * *

Three months later…

"Breakfast is ready!" Monica called over enthusiastically as if ordering children to the table. "Come and get it!" She took the plate full of pancakes and waffles and set them on the table, going over for the second plate, which was full of eggs and sausages. Suddenly, her friends came crowding around the table, reaching for food and coffee. Monica laughed and threw the pots into the sink, throwing her apron aside. She quietly walked away from the bunch and into her room, heading straight for her dresser.

Looking into the mirror in front of her, Monica smiled. The woman staring back at her was happy. She was finally happy after so much torture. Smiles replaced tears, laughter replaced cries for help. Monica, Chandler, Joey, Ross, and Phoebe were re-united, they were best friends again. It was as if nothing had happened. As if Chandler never left, as if Monica never attempted to end her life. Things were back to normal, just like Monica wished they would.

"Maybe God is listening," she whispered to herself, looking away from the mirror and into her drawers. She browsed through her selection of clothing, finally deciding upon a blue top and jeans… an outfit Chandler always complemented her on.

While she took off her shirt, leaving only her bra on, the door to her back slowly and quietly opened, and Chandler walked in. He grinned slyly when seeing she was shirtless, and walked over to her. Monica, oblivious to his presence, folded her old shirt before grabbing her new one. Before she could put it on, Chandler put his hands on her bare shoulders, causing her to jump.

"Yum," he retorted, licking his lips in mock hunger. "Aren't you just the most delicious thing on the menu?"

Instantly, Monica flew her shirt to cover herself, her cheeks burning red. She backed away, quickly slipping on her shirt. "Don't people ever knock anymore?" She said, looking away. She walked over to her closet and opened her sock drawer, pretending to pick out a pair. But in her head, a million and one questions flew to her mind.

What's he thinking?

Did I look stupid?

Am I blushing? Oh, God, I hope I'm not blushing!

Chandler walked over to Monica and put his arms around her waist. "Y'know, you can pass as a cherry you're so red," he muttered into her ear. Monica felt butterflies float through her stomach, her cheeks flaring up again.

"That's not true," she said, trying to avoid him. She heard Chandler chuckle and turned around. She playfully punched his shoulder. "What? What's so funny?" she asked, using her best fake-angry voice. Chandler shook his head.

"Nothing!" he replied, holding out his hands. "Can't a man chuckle?"

"Well, sure…" Monica started, looking Chandler up and down. "But I don't see a man here." She grinned, slowly backing away. Chandler slowly edged towards her, mocking anger.

"Do you wanna take that back?" he said, speeding up just a bit. Monica shook her head.

"Never."

Suddenly, Monica sprang into a sprint, Chandler running after her. She opened her door and sped through the living room, Chandler chasing her, as their three friends looked after them, shrugging. Monica ran down the stairs as Chandler clumsily tripped down them. They ran towards Central Perk, and when they entered, Monica suddenly stopped, causing Chandler to run into her. They both fell to the floor, laughter suddenly escaping them. As the entire shop stopped to crane their heads towards the couple, Chandler and Monica rolled over, gasping for breath. Gunther, a blonde waitress, walked over to them, his pad and pen ready.

"Can I get you anything?"

* * *

The crickets noisily chirped outside, drowning out the sounds of cars and conversations on the streets of New York City. The moon beamed its light into the apartment, the luminous light reflecting on their faces. Chandler sat on the couch, Monica wrapped inside of his arms.

"Beautiful sound, isn't it?" Monica whispered, her eyes closed.

"What is?" Chandler questioned, leaning his head on top of Monica's. Monica smiled.

"The crickets." She reached for Chandler's hand and tightly gripped it. "It's more beautiful than any other song I've ever heard." She took his other hand and began playing with his fingers. Chandler took Monica's small hands into his.

"More beautiful than our song?" he murmured into her ear. Monica turned around, her eyes sparkling, her lips twitched into a smile.

"How does that go again?" Monica looked away from Chandler but stayed in her position. Then, her voice still in a whisper, she sang. "You and I should make a pact… we must bring all salvation back. Where there is love, I'll be there. Just call my name, and I'll be there." She nodded, looking into Chandler's eyes. "That sounds about right."

Chandler smiled, leaning his forehead against hers. "I'll be there to comfort you. I'll build my world of dreams around you. I'm so glad I found you. Because… I'll be there."

"Are we ever going to get tired of that song?" Monica asked, laying back down, her head on Chandler's shoulder. She wrapped Chandler's arms around her and sighed contently.

"Well, we do sing it too much," Chandler joked, laying his head on the armrest. "But it's our song. I'll never get tired of our song, cause it's ours."

"You're good with the words," Monica retorted, grinning from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Miss Gellar."

Monica's grin faded, but the sparkle in her eyes remained. "Do you – do you think we got over all that happened too soon?" she asked, sitting up. Chandler quickly shook his head.

"Ok, first of all, what a random question." Monica rolled her eyes, so Chandler continued, "And second of all, we said we wouldn't dwell on it, and you said it was all behind us," Chandler replied, putting his hands on her shoulders and laying her back down. "There's no need to even think about it. It's over, gone, done… bye-bye…"

"Ok, I got it!" Monica said, stopping Chandler. "You don't have to name all the synonyms of over," she added, smiling. Chandler began stroking her hair, his smile matching hers.

"Well, I do have a very wide range of vocabulary."

"Yes, and all of your words are so complex. Especially 'bye-bye.'" Monica stood up from the couch and laughed. Chandler stood up with her and grabbed her by the waist.

"Go on, mock me!" Chandler kissed Monica's forehead, looking into her eyes. "I'll still love ya." Monica smiled and kissed Chandler's cheek.

"And I still love you, even if you're so strange." Monica grinned and patted his cheek. Suddenly, Chandler let go of Monica's waist and took her by the hand. He led her over to the window that lead to the balcony and opened it.

"Want to do something we haven't done in a while?" He motioned for Monica to head out, and he followed behind her. When they reached the balcony, cold wind instantly nipped at Monica's skin, and she shuddered. Chandler smiled and put his arm around her shoulder. He walked over to the corner of the balcony and unfolded a small blanket, wrapping it around the two of them. Then, he sat down with Monica, leaning their backs to the wall, looking up at the sky.

"You're right, we haven't done this in a while," Monica replied, nuzzling Chandler's neck. "Seems like forever ago."

Chandler nodded, moving closer to Monica. "Did you miss it?"

"More than you'll ever know." She looked away from Chandler and up to the sky, pointing to a star. "That's the star I wished upon every night for you to be happy… ever since you moved in." She smiled, closing her eyes once more. "I'll always remember it because it's the brightest star there. I remember figuring that a star that bright could brighten up any life."

Chandler looked away from the sky and at Monica. He smiled and kissed her hair, tears about to spring into his eyes. "D – did you really?"

"I wanted more than anything for you to be happy, Chandler. So, every night we came out here, I'd look at that same star and wish the same wish." She opened her eyes, looking toward Chandler. "It'll happen some day, I know it will. The wish will come true." She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Chandler looked down at Monica and laid his head against hers. "Mon, I am happy. More than you'll ever know," he whispered. She closed her eyes and smiled.

"Good."

Suddenly, a chill ran through Chandler, and he knew it wasn't the wind. He looked down at Monica, whose eyes were now closed, and sighed.

I am happy. I'm happy… because of you, Mon.

* * *

Feelings and sensations new to him crept through, leading their way in, closing their way out. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew things were different now. When he said, 'I love you,' to her, he felt his heart tingle. Just seeing her made every single worry he ever had disappear. Things were different now, but he had no idea just how different.

Chandler sighed as the alarm clock sprang into life, the shrill sound pounding into his ears. He slapped his hand to turn it off and threw the sheets off of the bed altogether. He didn't get much sleep that night. Feelings and thoughts that were overbearing him kept him awake. He didn't know what was happening, and he wasn't too sure he wanted to find out. But he did know that his strange feelings were all connected to Monica. He felt different, but wonderful.

He had the same dream every night. The 'soul mate' dream. He knew Rachel wasn't her, but he couldn't help feeling that he already knew the soul mate. But he had no clue who it was. He wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

Was he being stupid? Was the answer written across for him? Was he just being oblivious? He didn't know, but he knew one thing.

Things were changing.

* * *

Flowers surrounded them, the clear blue sky and fluffy white clouds hovered above them, fresh cut grass was below them. Birds chirped, ants crawled, and children shouted and ran.

Monica took the blanket and spread it across the grass, setting the picnic basket on top of it. As Chandler and Monica sat on top of it, a Frisbee flew into Monica, and she fell over. Chandler chuckled, and Monica rubbed her head in pain.

"Ow," she plainly said, her eyes shut tight. Chandler shook his head and grinned as he went over to Monica and helped her up. A child came running towards them, and picked up the Frisbee.

"Sorry, lady," he apologized. Monica smiled, so the boy ran away, throwing the Frisbee to his friend. When they sat on the blanket, Monica giggled, the giggles turning into laughter. Chandler joined in, and soon they fell on their backs. When people began to glance their way, they calmed down and sat back up.

"That was strange," Monica stated, her grin still plastered on her face. Chandler nodded, a smile also on his face, as he rummaged through the basket and took out two Pepsi's. He handed Monica one and smiled.

"So you still want a kid?" Chandler joked, sipping his drink. Monica rolled her eyes and moved closer to Chandler, leaning her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, but just before they were fully closed, something hit her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw another Frisbee on the blanket near her.

"Don't I just have the best of luck?" she said sarcastically, picking up the plastic disk and handing it to the child that ran over. Chandler looked down at Monica and smiled. He reached out a hand to the grass and ripped a flower from its roots, placing it in Monica's hair.

"That's for feeling sorry for you," he said, smiling. Monica touched the flower, her eyes dancing.

"Why, thank you Bing." She looked into his eyes, and Chandler suddenly dropped his drink.

Suddenly, a million and one flashbacks flashed through his mind. He saw Monica, then Rachel, then Tony; all of the past months. Then, the last thing he saw was his vision, his dream. In that vision, the woman wasn't blurry anymore. She was clear. Everything suddenly became clear.

Chandler shook his head and looked back into Monica's eyes. He knew it. It was her.

"Chandler? What's-"

Chandler shook his head and put his finger to her lips. He took it away, and put his hands to her face.

"You really are beautiful," he whispered.

Then, he kissed her lips and felt it shoot through him.

Kissing his best friend was the best thing he'd ever done.

The End.

Okay, so what did you think? Was it horrible? Did I rush? Was it good? Was it okay? I'd love to know! Let me know! Flames and compliments are both appreciated. I was going to make 17 chapters, but I didn't want to drag it out. Once again… what did you think? Should I continue writing, or should I quit? ;) Well, that's my story… I'm gonna miss it, it was fun to write.

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