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This story is almost finished, just a couple of other chapters to go. Even so without a computer it's going to be rough writing them, I mean right now I'm meant to be writing my English Language essay redraft. Oh well I have two lessons off tomorrow as well so I can always finish it then lol.

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For the second time that day Chandler was led down to the visitor's room, but unlike last time, this time he wasn't alone. Many of the other prisoners were on their way to visit their loved ones and family or friends. A mixture of fear and excitement rushed through him as he walked to where he could see Rachel, Ross and Joey sitting. They were silent as he sat on the other side of the section that was dividing them.

'Hey.' He said nervously. Their faces showed nothing to how they might be feeling towards him. Would they hate him for what he did or would they be regarding him as a 'hero' as well? The question was answered when their faces broke out in warm smiles.

'Hey Chandler, how are you holding up?' Rachel asked softly.

'Ok, it's not too bad here actually.' Chandler replied casually. He could tell that they all wanted to ask him a question, but were too afraid to ask it.

'Uh, Mike said that your trial will be soon, you'll be able to come home then.' Joey said hopefully. Chandler sighed, wishing he could believe that there was no chance of being sentenced for murder.

'Hopefully I will.' Chandler replied.

'Come on! They have to let you go, there's no way that you would murder someone.' Ross exclaimed.

'What exactly happened that night?' Rachel asked softly. Chandler closed his eyes, as if trying to remember the details of that better. But the truth was that they never left him. They were burned in to the back of his mind and would never leave him.

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'Happy Anniversary sweetheart.' Monica smiled as Chandler walked through the door. Chandler grinned as he looked around the room. The lights were dimmed, candles giving them all of the light they needed. A delicious smell travelled through the room, coming from the plates of food on the table, so beautifully made that there was no doubt that Monica was the one who made it.

It had been ages since Monica had cooked something, other then just comfort food before she stopped eating all together. That night she had put on one of her best dresses, though now it hung off of her loosely, but still she looked good. Her hair and make up was done to perfection and it had been a long time since she had made any effort to look nice.

'Wow, this is a surprise.' Chandler said, still grinning. It certainly had been, they had exchanged presents that morning before Chandler had gone to work; Monica had insisted that she didn't want to do anything special that night, not feeling up to it.

But now she had gone and done all of this for them.

'It didn't feel right now celebrating, I just didn't want to do it in a restaurant, and I wanted it to be here, in our home. Now I only have to sauce to finish and then everything will be ready, why don't you go and have a shower and I've laid some clean clothes on the bed.' Monica said as she turned her attention back to the cooker.

'Are you implying something Mrs. Bing?' Chandler joked. As Monica laughed Chandler savoured the sound, another rarity that shouldn't be. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck gently. Monica sighed softly, loving the feel of him being close, loving how it didn't remind her of the attacker in any way.

Chandler had his shower and returned to the bedroom. The double bed that they both shared was still there, but there was another mattress on the floor, both flawlessly tidy. That had been where Chandler had been sleeping for that last six months. On some nights Monica invited him back in to the double bed, wanted to cuddle or kiss. Sometimes they had gone further, Monica still being at ease, but as soon as they tried to make love Monica froze. Everything else was fine, but she couldn't stand to have Chandler inside her.

There was nothing that Chandler could do to help; it was something that Monica had to handle herself.

Sitting down to dinner things were more relaxed then ever. This anniversary was more significant then any other. It was a symbol of how far they had come together, how much they had been through and still managed to stay strong.

Chandler smiled to himself as he watched Monica eat. It wasn't a lot but it made him happy. She was making an effort for him, and for them. They made small talk, not wanting to spoil the relaxed mood by bringing up anything serious.

Chandler was treated to her laughter again many times that night; he made jokes or told her of the funny things he heard. During one of these stories he gestured with his hand a bit too enthusiastically; spilling wine down his shirt. At Monica's insistence he went to the bathroom to clean up.

As he was in there he let himself smile at how things were getting better.

Suddenly there was a scream from the kitchen.

Ok I know that was short as well, but I needed to end it there; otherwise I would break concentration on the real action!

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