He sat there thinking about how happy Monica was gonna be when she woke up. Chandler just couldn't wait until she did. It would be perfect; they'd be back together again the moment he told Monica that he loved her. Maybe she'd be happy enough to forgive Chandler for everything he'd done wrong. Abandoning her, causing her to run in front of a car, and... kissing Phoebe. He'd totally forgotten about it. Now Chandler realised he was gonna have to tell Monica soon, she might even find out on her own. That would be the worst thing that could happen. But Chandler had no choice. "Hi." A voice called out. Chandler turned his head to see Phoebe. She looked like hell; her eyes were bloodshot and very watery and her cheeks were practically stained with tears. "Phoebe what's wrong?" Chandler asked. "Mom's dead." Phoebe whispered before braking down into tears. "Oh my god, that's awful." Chandler cried pulling her into his arms. "I can't believe it, I really thought she'd live..." Phoebe sobbed burying her face into Chandler's chest. "It'll be okay." Chandler announced stroking her hair. "No it won't, nothing ever is. Now Mom's gone I've got nothing; she's kept me who I am. Since my Dad ran off Mom worked so hard to keep me happy. Now she's gone, my life will go under." Phoebe groaned. "No it won't. You've got your sister." Chandler explained. "Oh yeah, Ursula will make me very happy." Phoebe replied sarcastically. "Okay, erm... well you've got me." "Yeah, but when we leave the hospital we'll loose contact." "No we won't. I'll look after you for as long as you want and we'll be friends forever." "No more than just friends?" Chandler felt it hit him as if she'd just slapped him. How could they be friends if he'd kissed her before? It was too awkward, and not so hard to miss. There was so much guilt lurking in Chandler's mind; the whole memory of it all was enough to drive him crazy. He sighed as he stared at the floor. Phoebe knew the answer, it was too clear. "Maybe it's not such a good idea if we keep in contact." Phoebe suggested solemnly. "I just don't know weather it would be a good idea. I mean if Mon and I got back together, don't you think if we all joined up we'd feel a bit weird? You know the whole feeling of what happened." Chandler explained. "I see." Phoebe whispered not looking at Chandler. "No, Phoebe, I still like you and everything, please understand. You know how the situation is it's just too difficult. I like you, I really do, but don't you think it'll cause problems?" Chandler pleaded squeezing her hand. "I suppose." Phoebe replied with a sigh. "I don't wanna ruin what you have with Monica, well what's left of what you have." "Yeah. Just don't you ever think I don't like you. Phoebe, you're such a great friend to me even though we've basically only just met. You're a very special person." Chandler announced. "Really?" "Really. But, I will try to see you again. I swear." Chandler said. "Thanks." Phoebe thanked hugging him. "Well I suppose I'd better go." "Okay." Chandler spoke watching her climb off his lap. "Here's my number if you wanna chat." Phoebe chirped handing him a piece of paper. "Bye, Chandler." "See ya soon, Pheebs." Chandler mumbled with a final wave as she exited. She was gone. Perhaps forever if things worked out with Monica. It was so saddening, just watching her leave. It could have been something special, it really could've. Even though Chandler had only known Phoebe for a day they were great friends. And no more than just friends. "I should focus on Monica now, her survival is important." Chandler thought reaching for her limp hand. And at that moment Chandler noticed something. He stared harder at what he had seen not believing his eyes. "Oh my god..." Chandler gasped. Across her wrist lay a thick, deep scar. "It can't be..." Chandler gaped again running his finger over her wrist. "It just can't be..." But it was what he dreaded it most to be. A mark from her suicide attempt. He gently reached for her other hand. Another scar. Chandler felt dazed. Monica had tried to commit suicide during their time apart. But what made it worse, was the guilt in knowing he did it. It was his fault. If he'd caused her such distraught and pain from all this, what was gonna happen when she woke up?

What if she didn't want to be with Chandler anymore? She might be really mad at him and never wanna speak to him ever again. Oh god that would be a nightmare. I mean, Chandler had dated tons of girls, then fallen in love, lasted months and months, before finally something caused them to break up. It happened all the time. But Chandler had never loved anyone as much as Monica. She was special, seriously special. There was just something about her, something which the moment you discover it, you never ever wanna lose it. It was like a curse, but a wonderful curse. But Chandler had no idea what 'it' was. All he could think of was that he had an obsession with Monica; he needed her touch like the air to breathe. Chandler just would never let go of Monica, whatever happened. He gazed down at her. She was so beautiful, everything about her was perfect. "I love you so much, Mon." Chandler thought, kissing her fingertips. The tears slid down his cheek wetting her hand. He couldn't help crying, it just seemed to happen without even thinking about it. As Chandler stared at her face, he noticed something. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, his breathing grew tight. Monica's eyes were flickering a little. "Mon?" Chandler whispered just praying she was waking up. "Monica? Can you hear me?" His voice was trembling as he spoke. Chandler was desperate to hear Monica's beautiful voice again. He needed her so badly. Suddenly Monica's eyes gradually opened. They were dangerously bloodshot with that perfect blue, but the little starlight twinkle had gone. "Oh my god, Monica, you're okay." Chandler cried feeling the happiness drift into him again. She slowly turned her head to look at him; Monica had always had a deathly pale face but now it was so ghostly it seemed alarming. She was so ill, even Chandler had expected her to be better than this. "What have I done to you?" Chandler whispered stroking her hair for the millionth time. She had never looked so exhausted. You could see it was hard for Monica to keep her eyes open. They were quite droopy and incredibly watery. Or was that the tears forming in her eyes? "Chandler..." Monica mouthed with no sound coming out except a little whisper. "It's okay, sweetie, I'm here," Chandler murmured as she started to cry. "I'll never leave you ever again. I swear. "I can't believe I did all this to someone as kind and wonderful as you Mon. I just don't know why I ran out. When you spoke in your sleep about loving me I was so scared you know, I felt like it was too soon. I know what I did was stupid, I was such a fucked up bastard. I know I hurt you and put you where you are, but please Monica, forgive me. I shouldn't have left you alone when I knew that you loved me, I should've stayed and told you. Letting you go was the biggest mistake I've ever made." Chandler explained crying with her. "I love you so much Monica."

He felt her flinch a little as he spoke. Chandler had told her, the worry was almost gone. Now all he hoped was for forgiveness. "I...don't...know..." she murmured finding it so hard to speak. "I know I've treated you like dirt, but I promise I'll treat you better, I'll never leave your side, I'll stay with you forever, just please forgive me." Chandler announced starting to sob. "Don't...cry..." Monica mumbled trying so hard to keep her eyes open as barely any words came out.

She wiped away his tears with her hand as he cried. Chandler just wouldn't stop crying, he was practically in fits of tears. Maybe Monica should give him another chance, after all he did seem really sorry. But what scared Monica the most was that what if he left her again? She knew just how she couldn't do it again, it'd probably put an end to dating for Monica. Depression had beaten her last time, how could she ever have the strength to suffer for the second time? Monica wasn't sure weather dating Chandler was worth the risk. I mean, it's not like they would be together forever, after all they were both only sixteen. But for all she knew she could well end up spending the rest of her life with Chandler. But was it a risk Monica was willing to take? "I'll...give you...one....last...chance..." Monica murmured squeezing his hand. "Oh my god, really?" Chandler gasped. "We can...try...to...work this...relationship...again..." Monica whispered. "Thank you so much Monica, I just can't believe you would forgive me. I promise to work better at this relationship and I'll always look after you. Forever." Chandler replied kissing her forehead. His tears started to disappear as he thought more and more about Monica. Everything was working out the right way, well so far. "I love you Monica." Chandler whispered smiling at her. Her little face lit up as she smiled at him. She couldn't believe it, Chandler actually loved her back. After a long, passionate kiss with Chandler she fell into a deep sleep. Monica seemed a little calmer than it did before, not quite as tense. As time passed Chandler just gazed down at Monica, breathing in, breathing out. "Chandler." A cruel voice snapped from behind. "Mr. Geller? What are you doing here?" Chandler asked feeling worried as he saw him and Judy. They looked exhausted as both Mr. and Mrs. Geller stood by the open door. Finally they had come even though Judy didn't believe Chandler at first. Both of them had tears in their eyes at the state of Monica. All Chandler could think about was what they were gonna do. "Oh my god, Monica!" Judy squealed rushing over to her to daughter in sobs. "How dare you treat Monica this way." Jack cried approaching him. "What the hell were you thinking when you left her?!" "Jack calm down-" Judy sobbed, as she collapsed down by her daughter's side. "You have no idea what she's been through do you? A sick fuck like you wouldn't care! Get out!" Jack yelled as Judy stood not knowing what to do. "But Mr. Geller I-" "I don't care for your load bullshit you have as an excuse, just get out and don't come back! I don't want you seeing Monica ever again!" "You can't do that!" "Oh just watch me, I'll do whatever I want. Monica's my daughter so I can tell her what to do. When she wakes up I'm gonna tell her she's never to see you again and you, if I catch you with Monica, I swear I'll kill you!!" Jack shouted. "Get out!" "No! I'm staying with Monica because I love her!" "Shut up!" Jack screamed. "Excuse me but is anything wrong? I heard shouting." A doctor asked poking his head round the door. "Yes, this man won't leave!" "Look sir I need you to leave." The doctor explained to Chandler. "No I'm staying here." Chandler snapped. "Look just get outside before I call security." The doctor threatened. In his fury Chandler stomped past them out into the corridor not turning back. He'd never been more angry in his whole life. That stupid bastard, Jack Geller, he had no right to do that. What was Chandler gonna do though? How could he cope without Monica? Or even worse, how was Monica gonna cope without Chandler? He just couldn't even imagine how Monica would react. It would kill her to hear it.

But he couldn't let them win, he just couldn't. There must be a way that he could still see Monica. It wouldn't work at school, they'd would explain to the teachers about everything and they'd be banned at school from seeing each other. That was the only way they'd ever meet. It all seemed so impossible. Chandler just couldn't let her go though, he was gonna fight for Monica. She meant the whole world to him. There must be a way, somehow.

1 year later

He felt the cold breeze around him piercing into his skin. It was so icy, even the warm coat he wore was too thin. But Chandler wasn't gonna back off now, this was the only way he'd ever see Monica again. He breathed in and out trying to calm himself. Chandler felt very tense; the freezing midnight air didn't help. He slowly edged towards the tree next to Monica's window, just praying he was able to climb it. As Chandler reached for the nearest branch he gazed up at Monica's window. "Please be in your room." He begged pulling himself up onto the branch. There weren't any lights on in her bedroom nor anywhere else in the house. Everyone must've been asleep; well it was the middle of the night. He climbed up a little further trying hard not to scrape his knees on the rough bark of the tree. Chandler was being scratched a lot though, the branches were everywhere. The awful thought of slipping was stuck in his mind. It scared him so much, thinking that he might then never even have the chance to see Monica again. He needed to get it out of his mind terribly. He thought of Monica, her beautiful face, her adorable little smile, her sweet voice, everything pleased Chandler when it came to Monica. She was wonderful in his eyes, just pure perfection. Up a little bit more he climbed, struggling to keep a hold of the tree. It was so slippery as he grabbed the branches. Frost and ice had affected the tree, but the thicker ice lay at the top of the tree. Within a moment Chandler was on the side next to Monica's window. The window sill was about 2 metres away from him. It only required Chandler to jump, catch a hold, and then pull himself up. But with so much ice around that was almost impossible. What if he slipped? The fall would kill him. But Chandler was so desperate to see Monica, he was gonna risk his life just to see her, maybe for the last time.

He took a deep breath then leapt.

Chandler felt the brick wall smack into him.

His cold hands grasped for the ledge.

He held on for dear life as he came to grips with everything. Trying to pull himself up was another thing though. The ice was so slippery every time Chandler moved he felt his hands sliding. "Oh god damn it." Chandler muttered trying so hard to pull himself up. And then there he was. Chandler had done it. His breath was a little shaky from the fright just before, but now he was feeling a little calmer. Carefully turning to face the window he stared in.

Monica was in her room. Chandler felt a sigh of relief fly out of him. She was lying on her bed in her PJs, just staring into space. As she typed away, Chandler saw how miserable she was. Monica's face hadn't changed much since he last saw her. She still had lots of little cuts across her face and arms, all the cuts were still there. Her skin was still as pale as ever, her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and she had tears in them too. It was breaking Chandler's heart just taking a glimpse of this. He couldn't stand it. Very quietly he taped on the glass. She jumped with fright giving a little gasp, but then saw Chandler's face. He stared at her as her face lit up. Monica looked so pleased as she crept over to the window. "I love you." She mouthed to him, opening the stiff window. "I love you too." Chandler mouthed back. Finally the window was open and Chandler slipped in. He kissed her over and over longing for her touch. Chandler just didn't want to let go, he'd missed her too much. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" Monica whispered between their kisses. "I couldn't leave you, Mon, I just couldn't do it." Chandler replied holding her close in his arms. She started to cry a little. Monica had been through hell lately and without Chandler things had gotten worse. Chandler would look after her so well, telling her he loved her and would kiss her over and over. Monica had nearly lost what she needed most. It felt so good to have her with him again. Her scent was so comforting, it relaxed Chandler's mind after the whole worry of never seeing Monica. But he'd found her, they were reunited. And Chandler wasn't gonna let her go this time. "The year we've spent apart finally got to me, Mon, I tried o get over you, I really did, but I-I couldn't leave you. I thought I'd never see you again." Chandler told her, not letting go of her. "Me too. I can't believe my parents would do that to us. But I'm so glad you came back to me." Monica replied, their hands entwined. "I thought that was it, the end of our relationship." "I'm not gonna leave this time. I won't let them separate us again. We'll stay together forever, right?" Chandler asked. "I don't wanna ever leave you." Monica announced as their lips brushed against each others again. After just a few moments they fell back onto her bed, since the kiss had got so passionate. It was such a romantic kiss, almost like the ones you see in movies. Just a few moments later, they both broke the kiss desperate for air. Monica curled up as close as she could to Chandler. He sat up a little and just gazed down at her. She was so fragile, just the thought of losing her again was horrible. "I love you so much, Mon." Chandler whispered, as she leant in to kiss him again. Chandler loved the way she kissed, it made him feel warm inside, just knowing that she loved to kiss him too. Her lips were so soft, Chandler was desperate for them every time Monica kissed him. He cupped her face with his hands pulling Monica's face as close as he could to him. Chandler ran his fingers through her soft hair as their kiss grew more and more fiery. Monica could feel his tongue making its way round her mouth, battling against hers. Monica was so strong when it came to kissing, she'd always beat him when it came to the whole tongue thing. But it didn't bother Chandler that much. It all felt too good to worry about. After a few moments they both broke the kiss, once again gasping for air. Chandler smiled at her. "I got you something." Chandler announced reaching into his pocket. "You did?" Monica requested, a smile creeping on her face. "Yep." Chandler replied, pulling out a little velvet box. He opened the lid to reveal a beautiful gold necklace with a heart-shaped locket. It was just like the one Chandler had given to her through Rachel, before she lost it on the road. "Oh my god, oh my god Chandler it's beautiful." Monica squealed as she opened the little locket. There were 2 miniature pictures of her and Chandler. "Is it ok? Do you really like it?" Chandler questioned worriedly. "I love it Chandler." Monica whispered, her eyes boring into his. "Since you kinda lost your other necklace at the car accident I thought I'd get you another one, coz Rach told me how much you loved it and I-I wanted to make you happy." Chandler murmured. "You're so sweet." Monica spoke as her whole face seemed to light up. "Can you put it on for me?" "Ok." Chandler announced taking the necklace out of the box. She watched as his gentle hands pulled the gold chain round her neck, before fastening the little clip at the back. "I love you so much." She explained, gazing down at the locket. "I love you too." Chandler replied pulling her closer to him.

"Your parents are asleep right?" Chandler questioned, their hands entwined. "Uh-huh, so is Ross." Monica replied as he fiddled with Monica's tiny, little hands. "How long have you been up?" Chandler requested once again. "I erm, I-I don't sleep very well anymore." Monica explained quietly as she fiddled with her necklace. "Why?" "You know why." Her eyes began to prickle at the whole thought. It just wasn't fair. How could her parents do this to her? Monica had been through enough lately. "Well I'm here now." "I know." "So are you gonna be okay?" "No." Monica replied sighing. "Why not?" Chandler asked. "Well we can't meet in secret forever. Mom and Dad'll catch us one day." Monica explained sadly. "No they won't." Chandler corrected. "What do you mean?" Monica questioned as she sat up. "We'll meet in secret for a while then one day when we love each other enough to be together always, we'll just tell them." Chandler announced dreamily. "Yeah like that's ever gonna happen." Monica groaned. "It will. I swear." Chandler promised pulling her onto his lap. "We'll get married someday, and then find a little place outside the city where we can start a family. We'd have 4 children who all looked as beautiful as you, and then there'd be a little dog who'd play with our kids all day, it'd be perfect. We'd have each other forever, never to be split up." "But by then we'd have probably broken up or something." Monica clarified.

"Why do you think that?" Chandler questioned. "Well it'll be hard trying to keep a relationship this way and things will be tough on us." Monica illustrated. "It won't if we work hard at our relationship." Chandler suggested kissing the top of her head. She rested her head against his shoulder. All Monica could picture was that little image Chandler had painted, the kids, the house, everything. It was such a soothing sensation, almost sending shivers up her spine. She felt her eyes close gently, lulling herself to sleep in Chandler's arms, before everything disappeared into a warm, comforting darkness.

~*~

She lay dreamily on her bed thinking back to the past 5 hours. It was so comforting just remembering how Chandler had been in her room making her feel wanted. They hadn't had sex or anything, since the situation wasn't right but still. The last thing she remembered was those beautiful blue eyes gazing into hers, before she finally drifted off into a deep sleep. But what made her happier, was the fact that Chandler was back in her life and hopefully to stay there. "Monica?" It was Judy. "Hi." Monica quietly spoke, sitting up. "I need to talk to you about something." Judy explained sitting down next to her. "Ok." Monica replied. "Last night I heard voices coming from your room. You were talking to someone from what it sounded like. I've been a little concerned." Judy announced sharply. "Oh god." Monica muttered under her breath. Judy had heard them. She'd heard Monica speaking to. What if she was to find out about Chandler? "Are you sure you're okay Monica? Jack and I have wondered if you've been talking to yourself. I know you miss that Chandler you were dating a while ago and things have been at their worst at home, but don't you think it's time to let it go? Maybe you should get some therapy-" "Look Mom, I'm not crazy!" "I didn't say you were crazy just you know, maybe you've been a bit more than just depressed." "I know what you're trying to say Mom, so face it, I'm not crazy! I'm not a complete freak who's gone mental, I'm fine!" Monica yelled. "Oh for god's sake, I know you're not crazy. Just maybe you need some help from therapy that's all." Judy corrected getting a bit frustrated. "Well no thank you. I'll be okay." Monica hissed sighing. At that Judy left without another word. Sure Monica had been pretty mean, but she could've found out about Chandler. That would be the worst thing to happen.

~*~

"Where the heck were you last night?" Jade yelled down the phone. "I was out." Chandler explained. "You were out at 12pm? Yeah like you really would do that. Look I was trying to phone you last night! God I wish you hadn't moved out Chan." Jade moaned. "Well what do you want?" Chandler asked getting fed up. "Mom was called in to school on Friday because someone's parents don't want you to have any contact with some student." Jade announced. "Yeah I know." Chandler replied. "Tell me what's going on?" Chandler just couldn't be bothered to explain to his step-sister about everything. It could lead a trail to Monica's Mom and Dad, that Chandler had been seeing Monica secretly. Without a moment to spare, Chandler hung up. Finally he'd escaped from the boredom of chatting to Jade. Then the phone rang again. "What?!" Chandler shouted answering his phone. "Excuse me?" a familiar voice cried out. "Oh god I'm sorry Mon, I thought you were someone else." Chandler explained feeling humiliated. "That's okay, sweetie. Well I've gotta make this quick coz my parents are around." Monica said quietly. "Mom and Dad heard us last night, well they heard me talking to someone. They think I was talking to myself so Mom was trying to get me therapy." "Really?" Chandler gasped. "Yeah. Maybe we should meet somewhere else at night, I don't want my parents to hear us." Monica suggested. "Ok, well how bout' I pick you up same time as last night, and we go back to my place." "Fine by me, so you'll collect me when?" Monica requested. "How bout' tonight?" Chandler announced. "Ok. Look I gotta go, Chandler." Monica explained getting even quieter. "Ok, I love you Mon." Chandler said. "I love you too, Chandler." Monica whispered just before hanging up.

~*~

"Who were you on the phone to?" Jack asked curiously as Monica came out of her room. "Erm I-I was phoning erm Rachel. Yeah I was phoning Rach." Monica lied baking away. She rushed out of the corridor and towards the stairs. Man, that had been so close. Suddenly someone snatched her. "Let go of me-" "You're meeting Chandler aren't you?" Ross whispered letting go of her as they stood by the stairs. "No I'm not-" "You so are I heard you through the door." Ross explained slurring his s's. "Are you drunk?" Monica questioned, shocked. "Nooo c-course I'm not." Ross replied giggling. At the same moment his face hardened a little. "You're in big big big trouble Missss Monica Geller." Ross hissed cornering her. "Oh god, you know about it all. Look Ross, please don't tell Mom and Dad I'm begging you not to!" Monica pleaded feeling ill with fear. "But that would be disobeying Mom and Dad! I can't do that t-to them!" Ross explained. "Oh for god's sake just get over it Ross, you can disobey them once in a while! Just please keep quiet about it!" Monica begged getting irritated. "No! I'm telling Mom!" Ross announced childishly, as he jogged off. "No Ross don't!!" Monica shrieked grabbing him by the arm. "Please I'll do anything for you just don't tell them." "You mean anything?" Ross asked. "Uh huh." Monica replied feeling so desperate. "Well we'll have it this way. You know that Joey Tribbiani at sssccchool?" Ross asked grinning slightly. "Yeah." Monica said. "For weeks him and sssome guy called David have been looking for a whore..." Ross explained starting to chuckle. "Oh no no no, I am not doing that!" Monica refused getting a little angry. "Never mind I'll just go talk to Mom about you and C-C-Chandler-" "Ok ok! I'll do it. Just promise you won't tell?" Monica sighed furiously. "If you promise to do thisss for Joey and David." Ross explained. "When?" Monica asked as her eyes began to prickle. "Tomorrow night I think. They're a little desperate so you'll do the trick. I'll give them a call and let them know." "Fine." Monica replied running back to her room before she burst into tears. She slammed the door before falling back onto her bed. The tears freely swept down her cheeks just thinking about what was gonna happen. How could she sleep with Joey and David? Well Monica had no choice, Chandler would understand. He would understand right? "Oh god, what am I gonna do?" Monica whined, gazing down at the little picture of them together in her locket. "I'll have to betray you just to stay with you."

~*~

She heard the little taps on her window. It was Chandler. Her whole face lit up as she rushed over to let him in. "Hey sweetie." He whispered as she opened the stiff window. "So are you ready to go?" "Uh-huh." Monica replied kissing his lips for a short moment. As he helped her climb down from her bedroom, Monica could not help but feel sick with guilt. Just that thought of in exactly 12 hours time she'd be sleeping with some other man. It would break Chandler's heart if he knew, even if he knew the whole story. After a while just looking Chandler in the eyes was killing her. She could feel the tears at the verge of spilling out her eyes. But Monica had to keep quiet about it, she couldn't let him know.

Within the moment Chandler became aware of how uncomfortable Monica seemed as they reached the car. "Mon, are you okay?" Chandler questioned as they climbed into his car. "Yeah, I'm fine, w-what made you think I'm not?" Monica replied staring away. "Well you seem a little irritated; is something wrong?" Chandler requested a little curious. "For god's sakes Chandler, I'm fine!" Monica snapped still keeping his glance away from him. "Are you sure? I mean you can tell me anything, sweetie, don't ever think you can't." Chandler explained a little hurt. "I know that." She replied quietly. He turned her face with his hand to look at him. She looked so troubled, Chandler could see it all in her eyes. Within that moment, Chandler leant in and their lips met. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her closer and closer. Monica could feel his tongue in her mouth, the sensation sending shivers up her spine. Yet, no matter how wonderful it all felt, Monica could not help but want him to stop. It wasn't hurting her physically, it all came from inside, and the pain was getting immense. As the kiss grew more intense, he started to push her backward onto her back. By now Monica felt like she could die of the pain.

"Stop Chandler..." Monica whispered as he started unbuttoning her shirt. "Why?" Chandler groaned. "Because erm... I-I don't feel comfortable having sex in a car." Monica lied, gently pushing him away a little. "Oh come on Monica..." Chandler whined, now kissing all down her neck. "No, please stop Chandler," Monica cried out in a louder tone. "Why don't you want to do this sweetie?" Chandler questioned sitting up. "I do." Monica replied quietly. "I haven't made love to you in over a year, Mon, I-I haven't made love to anyone since you because I've been so desperate for you. Don't you want the same?" Chandler asked softly. "You know I want you more than anything, Chandler." Monica murmured. "Then what's stopping you?" Chandler requested. "I don't know." Monica lied.

"What do you mean, 'you don't know'? How can you not know Mon?" Chandler asked staring hard at her. "Look do we really have to make a big deal out of this?!" Monica snapped furiously. "No, I-I just really worry about you." Chandler replied taking her hand. "Really?" Monica whispered. "Yes." Chandler announced taking a deep breath. "Oh." Monica murmured. "Just tell me why you're not wanting this, sweetie. Do I make you feel uncomfortable when we have sex or something? Do I-I hurt you?" Chandler requested, worry and pain in his tone. "You don't hurt me it's-it's just-" "But I do don't I? I've been hurting you haven't I?" Chandler burst out with a gasp. "No of course not." She proclaimed desperately. "Well then w-what am I doing wrong?" Chandler questioned once again. "If you really don't want this then I wish you'd just say so, Mon." Monica could feel herself hesitating on what to say. Should she tell him the truth? Should she try and beg for his forgiveness as she told him? Chandler's eyes followed hers as they gazed up at him. Her whole expression seemed blank. "Mon?" Chandler whispered. "Are you ok-" But he was cut off by Monica, who reached for his hand. "What're you doing?" Chandler asked as she placed his hand on her chest. "Touch me." She illustrated, far quieter than a whisper. "What?" Chandler spoke feeling the warmth from her soak into his hand. "Touch me." Monica pleaded for the second time. "Really?" Chandler gaped slightly. Trembling slightly, her head automatically nodded. Everything in Monica's sight grew blurred, everything just faded. She was about to feel Chandler's soft, gentle touch for the first time in over a year. It was something they'd both craved and pleaded for for so long, that they'd been given it back.

~*~

The Next Day

"Monica I-I've just got off the phone with David." Ross announced gloomily. "You did? So have you got me out of this whole thing?" Monica requested. "I couldn't, I mean they wouldn't take no for an answer." Ross replied feeling the guilt wash over him like a wave. "I'm so sorry Monica." "You better be sorry, I mean just look at me!!" Monica squealed tears forming in her eyes. "I know Mon, I'm so sorry, I-I can't believe I've done this to you." Ross proclaimed starting to well up at what he'd done. "I'm the worst brother in the world." She glared at him as he flopped onto her bed, his head in his hands. Monica had never seen him so distressed, well, since the time when he tried to kill her.

"Well you were drunk, I mean you can't do anything about that." Monica explained quietly as she sat down next to him. "Well can't you at least make up for it for David and Joey somehow?" "Don't you think I've tried that? I mean Joey is just plain old mean, and David is a complete bully, I'm telling you. Last time I let them down, they messed up my 500 piece puzzle!!" Ross exclaimed sighing at the thought of it. Ross felt like crying his eyes out. What had he done? His drunkenness 2 days ago had ruined everything for his little sister. "You know I love you so much, Monica." Ross murmured, Monica's eyes boring into his. "I know." Monica replied wiping away the tears which had from his eyes. "This is just something I've gotta do." Ross explained as they both cried. "Time to go Mon." Ross announced helping her up.

"What about Mom and Dad?" Monica asked trying so hard to get out of it. "They're out." Ross replied taking her hand as they stepped out the front door. "Now everything's gonna be okay Mon, I swear it will. I'll only be gone like an hour-" You're leaving me there on my own?" Monica cried getting into the car. "I've got to Mon, I mean you don't want me there when you start taking your clothes off right?" Ross joked desperately trying to cheer her up. "No." Monica said quietly. "Ok. Well I'll be gone just an hour, I swear I won't be late. If you need me at all, for anything, call me, ok?"

"K." Monica whispered feeling a tear slide down her cheek. "Please don't cry sweetie," Ross whispered, his heart sinking at the sight of her. "I'm sorry I can't help it." Monica murmured with a trembling voice. As they climbed into his car, Ross sighed. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Monica stared out the window through her tears. It was something she just had to do. My god they'd messed up. "What's making you not want to do this?" "I-I just don't want to do this Ross, I'm gonna be betraying Chandler, I mean I love him more than life itself." She whispered trying to hide her sobbing.

Monica didn't want to really look at Ross. He was her brother, shoving her into prostitution. Yeah sure he'd been drunk and had tried so hard to get her out of this, but everything was just a nightmare.

After a long silence he stopped the car outside a huge apartment building. It was in a horrid area full of graffiti and litter blowing around in the wind. No one was around. "We're here." Ross said pulling Monica out the car. They slowly drifted through the doors and up the tall flight of stairs. Still there was no one to be seen. "So Mon, remember what I told you to do okay?" Ross told. "You can call me when you've had enough sweetie," "Yes." Monica murmured not able to look him in the eyes. She felt so dirty in her tarty clothes and being hired as a whore. Monica just couldn't believe what was happening. It was something Monica thought she would never ever have to do, but she had no choice. Ross suddenly stopped at a door and knocked. "That must be Joey and David's apartment." Monica wondered. "Hey Ross." A guy greeted opening the door. Monica's eyes stared upwards to meet him. Monica had never seen this guy before, he was so gorgeous, well, it wasn't Joey that's for sure. He had the most mysterious grey eyes which seemed to gleam and had midnight-dark floppy hair. He wore a silver medallion round his neck with a skull on it, and had a pierced eyebrow which glittered in the light. He practically towered over both Monica and Ross in height, but had the most muscular chest and arms Monica had ever seen. He wore huge, baggy jeans which literally dragged along the floor, and he had (once again) a baggy, black SlipKnot shirt on. In fact he kinda reminded her of someone from the rock band, Good Charlotte.

"Hey David." Ross replied as Joey brought them both in. "Where's Joey?" "He can't make it tonight. He's at a pizza eating marathon down town with some friend. Plus I didn't really have a chance to tell him either, he took off too early." "Oh ok." "Would you look at that? You brightened the bitch up a little." David announced, as he checked Monica out. "Now you can actually use the term of 'slut' and it actually means for real!" "Hey don't call her that." Ross snapped a little too harshly. "Whatever, dude." David muttered flipping his shaggy, raven hair out of his face. As the two spoke further, Monica gazed around the apartment, knowing it was about to be where her 2nd sex would take place. David was definitely a Goth, seeing as the place was filled with dark, mysterious objects. The walls were a navy blue, covered with tons of rock band's posters, there was a leather couch by the huge viewful window behind a little coffee table. He had a top-of-the-range stereo in between 2 CD racks, which were filled to the brim with CDs by the door, and last but not least, an electric guitar displayed on the wall. "So how bout' $70?" David suggested fetching his wallet from the table. "Ok." Ross said rather uncomfortably as David handed over the money. "So do you wanna for about an hour?" "Dunno, how bout' 3." David explained. Ross looked towards Monica. She didn't want her brother to get in trouble with this jerk. Holding back her tears she nodded. "Ok,." Ross told. "Oh and one more thing, go easy on her David." "I'll do what I can." David called out, a little bit of sarcasm there. "I'm sorry Monica." Ross whispered in Monica's ear as he hugged her tense body. "See ya around." Ross spoke heading for the door. "Bye." David said as Ross left. Monica watched as he locked the door. She felt so scared at this moment she was trembling. "You've had sex before right?" David asked approaching her. She nodded slightly trying her hardest not to cry in front of this jerk. "With anyone else but Chandler?" David questioned snarling a little. "No." Monica murmured feeling ever so uncomfortable. "Well that speaks for itself." David muttered nastily. And just like that, Monica burst into tears. She couldn't take another moment of this torture. It was bad enough just knowing she had to go through with the whole thing, but with all the awful things David was saying? "Oh quit crying." David hissed getting angry. Monica just couldn't stop. She was just letting out all the sadness which had bottled up inside. "Look can we just get on with it and you stop crying?!" David snapped rolling his eyes. "I can't do this..." Monica sobbed.

"Look I know this is hard but you're here to do this for me." David announced sharply, his face now inches away from hers. "I'm gonna make this easier for you Monica." "What do you mean?" Monica asked.

She stared up at his face, a grin curling at the corner of his lips. "Chandler was always the gentle sort, never even a little bit on the rough side." David explained standing behind her to massage her shoulders. "I can show you what sex is really like, I can go to the limits whenever, sweetheart." "W-what are you trying to say?" "I've always had a little thing for you Monica. Always wanted to feel your lips, feel your soft skin, just to have you with me is great. If you agree to have sex with me, I'll let you off the whole whore thing." "But isn't that what whore's do-" "Whores are like strippers. They just take their clothes off and let the guys enjoy, well, at least the one I had at my birthday last year did. Anyway, I just want you to make love to me, right here, right now." David explained holding her close from behind. "No..." "Just calm it, relax a little..." he murmured caressing her cheek with his fingers. His eyes slowly drifted down to hers before gazing into them. Monica could feel his breath against her face, breathing in, breathing out. David wiped away her tears just staring at her beautiful face. He was starting to scare her a little bit. Just the way he was talking and touching Monica was making her feel ill. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he murmured. "No." Monica lied. She knew perfectly well that wasn't true. It just scared her on to what might have happened if she'd said yes. But what made it worse was that Monica didn't seem to be able to control herself. "W-what are you doing?" Monica questioned ever so anxiously. He gently put a finger to her lips. "Don't say a word." He whispered before his lips brushed against hers. "No please don't...." she mumbled trying to fight away his lips as she spoke.

They felt so soft against hers, the sensation sending shivers up her spine. David ran his fingers through her hair pulling her closer and closer. Monica could feel her heart beat beating faster and faster, as his tongue entered her mouth. She felt it caress across the roof of her mouth before she joined in. It felt so good, just so perfect, but Monica knew she couldn't lie to herself. There was just one sentence running through her mind. She hated the kiss.