Raindrops Keep Falling – Chapter 1

Hey all! I'm back with a new fic! Yay, excitingness! I'm, of course, nervous about starting this fic, b/c, well, new fics always make me nervous. But, my ickle Yenni convinced me that it would be ok, so I'm posting. Ok, here's what you need to know: this takes place during the would be 4th season and nothing's happened between Monica and Chandler and everything that happened the real 4th season…didn't happen. No Emily, no London, and so on. This chapter is very short, especially for something I've written, but it kinda has to be. So, here we go. I hope it'll be worth continuing. Please read and review, thanks!:)

Disclaimer: Hmm…let's see…I own the Chicago movie (which, btw, I cannot watch without noticing how big Queen Latifa's breasts are, YENNIFER! And then I start comparing them to the other characters and…yeah…grrr), I own 4/5 Harry Potters, 3 seasons of Friends, but…the characters, are sadly not mine.:( Oh, and neither are the words to Raindrops Keep Failling.

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red

Monica sang those words softly, as she slid under the Mickey Mouse covers of the bed below her. After she was settled, she placed a hand on the back of the child next to her. Remaining in the same curled up position facing the opposite wall for a few more moments, she moved in closer and continued to sing.

Crying's not for me, 'cause
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining

The small boy turned over on his back slowly, and stared up at the ceiling. Then, as if dreading it, he faced his mother with an innocently frightened look upon his face. She kissed his cheek, her heart breaking at the familiarity of that look and the familiarity of that situation.

So, I just did me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done

Monica stopped singing and drew her son closer to her in a tight embrace, only to hear the sound of faint moans coming from behind the wall in front of them. Remembering how important it was for her to sing, she continued the tune.

Sleeping on the job, those
Raindrops are falling on my head,

Bed springs squeaked and Monica pulled the boy as close as she possibly could to her body, allowing him to cover his face with her shoulder. She moved her lips next to his ear, allowing the feel of her breath against his ear to sooth away the pain. She felt his small arms wrap around her back and realized, that in her own attempt to soothe her son, he was trying to comfort her, as well. 

They keep falling

but there's one thing I know:
The blues they send to meet me
Won't defeat me

Even if Monica wanted to believe the words she sang, it didn't matter. The words had blended into a whirlpool of swirling worries and pain. With her song, she was expressing every emotion she kept pent up deep inside her soul. And, as the grunts and moans sifted through the air, she fought them with the only weapon she had – her words.

It won't be long 'til happiness steps
Up to greet me

As she held her son in her arms and he held her in his, she wondered how much he understood. Obviously, he knew enough to be afraid. He saw the sadness in his mother's eyes and knew that her sorrow was his as well. But did he know of what the man he was supposed to be able to trust unconditionally was doing in the room adjacent to his? Did he know of the utter betrayal that blacked his heart? Or did he just know that no other woman, aside from mommy, was supposed to be in his father's bedroom?

Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big
For his bed,

The sounds in the other room grew louder and more demanding than ever, and Monica encompassed her son in her arms as tight as she could. It wasn't fair – he was only five years old, yet he had to face the horrors of the world in his very own home.  She was trying to protect him from the horrors that darkened her life. Every fiber of her body yearned to save him from learning the feeling of betrayal.


Nothing seems to fit, those
Raindrops are falling on my head,
They keep falling

And as the groans and moans of momentary pleasure reached their height, she allowed her voice to rise as loud as it could. She bellowed out the words as if her life depended on it.. Nothing else mattered at that moment, but her words. She had to keep singing, keep singing, or else the world would end. It was the absolute moment of truth, where nothing else existed but those notes and her son's small form below her.

Yeah, but I'm free
And nothing's worrying me
It won't be long 'til happiness steps
Up to greet me

And then, the birds began to chirp again, the moon began to glow again, and the world began to move again. At that moment, the other room became silent. And, at that same moment, Monica became silent.

A door creaked open and creaked shut again. High heels clomped against the wooden stairs. Another door opened and shut again a moment later.

The boy's arms dropped from Monica's body, and, in turn, she let go of him. She swept a strand of dark hair from his eyes and kissed his pale forehead. She walked towards the door and shut off the light.

"Good night, Alex," she whispered.

Monica left the bedroom and crept across the wooden hallway. She arrived at the door and grasped the cold, brass knob between her fingers, merely holding it for a moment. She wanted to run away, but she knew she couldn't. Instead, she turned the handle slowly, the last lines of that same song playing in her head.

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
That doesn't mean my eyes will soon be
Turning red —
Crying's not for me, no
I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining,
Because I'm free,
Nothing's worrying me

So, should I continue? It really feels good to be back to writing Chandler and Monica, hehe. Ok, please review, thanks!:)