Everytime
Chapter 4: You Poor Bunny
Dedication: I don't normally do these... but this chapter is dedicated to all my FB buddies who I can't talk to at the moment. I miss you all.
Disclaimer: I dont own them. None of them. Nope. Nada. Although, I've got almost all the series on video. And now I've got enough moeny to have them all! Woot!
A/N: I said in my profile that this was put off for a while, but I suddenly got the image in my mind of what this chapter would exactly be like, and I knew if I didn't write it, I'd lose it. So here it is.
Anywho, thank you for all the nice reviews, and don't forget to do so again. Especially thank you to Jana for all her help, and I hope that she gets better soon. Of course, she probably won't read this for a while, but still....
Oh, and by the way.... chapter 3 has been slighted revised. There are a few extra things, and the shoe scene went a bit differently, so you might wanna re-read that first.
This has NOT been checked over, so if you can point out any mistakes, I'd be grateful.
Don't forget to review! And if in any way you find fault with this chapter, please tell me. But don't be too harsh. Like I've said countless times, I loath bad reviews. Thanks!
*****
"Well, I need you to.... I need you to help me save my marriage."
Chandler stared at her. "Oh," he said quietly.
His mind went blank; he didn't know what to say. He saw her staring at him, waiting for an answer. He heard his lips stumble out the word "Okay", but he hadn't commanded himself to say it; it had been like a reflex. She couldn't know now; now, she couldn't ever know.
She smiled at his words. "Oh, thank you, Chandler," she said. "I knew you'd help me," she said.
Chandler's brain suddenly switched on; but all he could think about was how he couldn't be there right now. She'd want to talk about it, she's want to start. But he needed time- time to get used to the fact that she still wanted Pete.... and that she'd never want him.
"I gotta go to the..." he mumbled, jumping awkwardly out of his chair and walking oddly to the bathroom.
Monica frowned, but shrugged and took a sip of wine.
*****
Phoebe jumped up as she heard the key in the lock, and she put down her glass.
Chandler was surprised to see the lights on, and he looked into the centre of the room. "Phoebe? What are you doing here?" he asked, closing the door behind him and walking over.
Phoebe jumped up out of the barcolounger and took her seat at the counter. "Sit," she commanded, pointing to the barcolounger she'd been sitting on.
Chandler looked surprised, but sat all the same.
"So," said Phoebe, "What happened?"
Chandler stared at her. "Is that why you're here?" he inquired, leaning foward."To see what happened when I went out to dinner with the woman I'm secretly in love with?"
"Uh-huh," said Phoebe, bouncing excitedly.
"You wanna know what happened?" said Chandler, anger coming into his voice. "You wanna know what happened?" he growled.
"Uh-huh," repeated Phoebe, more warily.
"Well, let's see," said Chandler, standing up and starting to walk towards Phoebe. "First, I decide it's too hard, and decide to tell her." Phoebe gasped. "And then, just as I'm about to do that, she tells me, she wants ME to help her get her marriage saved. Then I had to sit through two hours of discussion on how I could help her. So, does that sound like it went well?" he asked, falling back into the barcolounger, and starting to cry.
Phoebe looked upset, and she got off the the stool and walked over. "Oh, you poor bunny," she said, stroking his face in comfort.
He looked up at her in sorrow. "I'm sorry I got angry, Pheebs," he said softly, smiling weakly at her. "I just... just had a rough night," he said, more tears rolling down his cheeks.
She smiled. "I know," she said. "But you don't deserve this, Chandler, you don't. You deserve to be with someone who loves you, and who you love, and who knows you exist as her soulmate. Maybe Monica just isn't the one," she said, running her fingers lightly through his hair as she spoke.
Chandler looked up at her with tear-stained eyes. "But Phoebe," he said, "What if she is the one, and I, I just realised too late? If I'd figured this out before Pete came along, then we'd probably be together now...."
Phoebe pulled his face around so they directly faced each other. "Chandler, listen. If she's with someone else, she probably isn't the one. You didn't miss your chance, because you were never meant to have one. If you had been meant to get her before Pete did, you would have. You weren't in love with her then. You are now, but it can't happen. So maybe, she's not the one for you. And it won't help you if you sit around crying over someone who is probably not your's."
Chandler stared at her. "Well, maybe she is the one. And it may be a small chance, but it's still a chance. And I am not going to leave it to die. She feels like my soulmate; doesn't that mean she is?" he said, forcefully.
Phoebe sighed. "Look, whether she is your soulmate or not is not the important thing right now. You need to decide whether you're going to help her with what she asked. Now, you may be in love with her, but are you her friend?"
*****
Chandler rolled over. The sheets were entwined around his body, meaning he could only move about two centimetres before being tugged back. The apartment was silent. Joey and Kathy were obviously at her's tonight. But Chandler still couldn't get to sleep.
What should he do? If he didn't help her, she'd suspect something. But what if that was for the best? She found out, she felt the same, and they were all happy. Well, except for Pete.
But what if she didn't feel the same, and he was shunned out of her life forever? He didn't want that. He didn't think he could handle nevr seeing her again, never seeing her face, her beautiful eyes, her scarlet lips, the lips that he wanted to kiss more than any before...
So he couldn't tell her. Not now. And if he didn't help her, she'd find out somehow. So he had to help her.
He'd help her be happy with Pete. While he stood, crying inside, watching them together.
*****
He woke to find himself in a strange room. It was light; the sun shone in throught the windows. He looked down at himself he was wearing the smartest tux he'd ever worn in his life.
"What the-" he said.
Ross poked his head through the door. "Come on, man," he said. "Everyone's waiting."
Ross disappeared. Chandler looked around. It looked like a dressing room. He stepped outside and saw Ross turning a corner. Deciding that was the right way, Chandler followed.
He followed him through the hallways, looking at all the numbers on the doors. Where was he? He heard Ross quicken his pase and followed suit, not having time to look at the doors any more.
They made their way down a flight of stairs, and Chandler started to hear a large crowd talking. Turning another corner, Chandler saw his mother and father, both dressed in sparkling dresses, talking to Ross.
"There he is," said Ross, and Chandler's parents turned.
"Mom?" said Chandler, looked bewildered. "Dad? What- what are you both doing here?" he said.
Nora Bing laughed. "You thought we'd miss this, honey? You are funny," she said. "Come on, we're going in," she said, latching her arm onto Chandler's, as his father did the same on the other side.
Ross leaned into Chandler. "See you in a minute, man," he said, as he, Rachel and Phoebe set off into the hall, arms linked.
Chandler looked at his mother. "What's going on?" he asked cluelessly.
Nora laughed again, but didn't reply. "Come on," she said, and the three of them walked into the hall together.
Chandler looked around. On the right, he could see memebers of his own family, cousins, uncles, his grandfather.... and on the left, were people he didn't recognise, or at least not until he got to the front, where he saw Ross and Monica's aunt and uncle sitting there.
"Huh?" he said to himself, but he looked away from them when the music started to play. Everyone turned to the back of the hall, where Chandler himself had come in. Three people came in; Jack Geller on the left, Judy Geller on the right, and in the centre was a woman more beautiful than he had ever seen.
"Monica," he breathed.
She smiled as she progressed down the aisle, her veil rippling gently in the wind that came through the window. She looked at Chandler, and her smile widened.
They reached the end of the aisle, and Monica kissed both of her parents on the cheek and they sat down on the right. Monica stepped up onto the platform, and smiled again at Chandler. He smiled back.
"Ladies and gentleman," said Joey, making Chandler look around. "We are gathered here today....."
*****
"...I now pronounce you man and wife," Joey finished. "You may now kiss the bride," he said smiling, stepping away slightly.
Monica smiled at Chandler, and their lips neared. Chandler couldn't believe this was happening. He was about to get everything he'd ever wanted...
Their lips grazed each other at first; then the kiss deepened, and Chandler moved his lips rythmically over her's, taking in the sweet taste he'd longed for. Everyone in the room started clapping, and they broke apart.
"I love you, Chandler," said Monica, smiling.
Chandler smiled back. "And I love yo-"
*****
He sat suddenly up in his bed, sweat pouring down his face.
The images in his mind had been so vivid... he'd felt his lips on Monica's... he had really been there, kissing her, finally getting everything he'd always wanted.....
But it wasn't real. It had all been a dream. Just a dream.
Chapter 4: You Poor Bunny
Dedication: I don't normally do these... but this chapter is dedicated to all my FB buddies who I can't talk to at the moment. I miss you all.
Disclaimer: I dont own them. None of them. Nope. Nada. Although, I've got almost all the series on video. And now I've got enough moeny to have them all! Woot!
A/N: I said in my profile that this was put off for a while, but I suddenly got the image in my mind of what this chapter would exactly be like, and I knew if I didn't write it, I'd lose it. So here it is.
Anywho, thank you for all the nice reviews, and don't forget to do so again. Especially thank you to Jana for all her help, and I hope that she gets better soon. Of course, she probably won't read this for a while, but still....
Oh, and by the way.... chapter 3 has been slighted revised. There are a few extra things, and the shoe scene went a bit differently, so you might wanna re-read that first.
This has NOT been checked over, so if you can point out any mistakes, I'd be grateful.
Don't forget to review! And if in any way you find fault with this chapter, please tell me. But don't be too harsh. Like I've said countless times, I loath bad reviews. Thanks!
*****
"Well, I need you to.... I need you to help me save my marriage."
Chandler stared at her. "Oh," he said quietly.
His mind went blank; he didn't know what to say. He saw her staring at him, waiting for an answer. He heard his lips stumble out the word "Okay", but he hadn't commanded himself to say it; it had been like a reflex. She couldn't know now; now, she couldn't ever know.
She smiled at his words. "Oh, thank you, Chandler," she said. "I knew you'd help me," she said.
Chandler's brain suddenly switched on; but all he could think about was how he couldn't be there right now. She'd want to talk about it, she's want to start. But he needed time- time to get used to the fact that she still wanted Pete.... and that she'd never want him.
"I gotta go to the..." he mumbled, jumping awkwardly out of his chair and walking oddly to the bathroom.
Monica frowned, but shrugged and took a sip of wine.
*****
Phoebe jumped up as she heard the key in the lock, and she put down her glass.
Chandler was surprised to see the lights on, and he looked into the centre of the room. "Phoebe? What are you doing here?" he asked, closing the door behind him and walking over.
Phoebe jumped up out of the barcolounger and took her seat at the counter. "Sit," she commanded, pointing to the barcolounger she'd been sitting on.
Chandler looked surprised, but sat all the same.
"So," said Phoebe, "What happened?"
Chandler stared at her. "Is that why you're here?" he inquired, leaning foward."To see what happened when I went out to dinner with the woman I'm secretly in love with?"
"Uh-huh," said Phoebe, bouncing excitedly.
"You wanna know what happened?" said Chandler, anger coming into his voice. "You wanna know what happened?" he growled.
"Uh-huh," repeated Phoebe, more warily.
"Well, let's see," said Chandler, standing up and starting to walk towards Phoebe. "First, I decide it's too hard, and decide to tell her." Phoebe gasped. "And then, just as I'm about to do that, she tells me, she wants ME to help her get her marriage saved. Then I had to sit through two hours of discussion on how I could help her. So, does that sound like it went well?" he asked, falling back into the barcolounger, and starting to cry.
Phoebe looked upset, and she got off the the stool and walked over. "Oh, you poor bunny," she said, stroking his face in comfort.
He looked up at her in sorrow. "I'm sorry I got angry, Pheebs," he said softly, smiling weakly at her. "I just... just had a rough night," he said, more tears rolling down his cheeks.
She smiled. "I know," she said. "But you don't deserve this, Chandler, you don't. You deserve to be with someone who loves you, and who you love, and who knows you exist as her soulmate. Maybe Monica just isn't the one," she said, running her fingers lightly through his hair as she spoke.
Chandler looked up at her with tear-stained eyes. "But Phoebe," he said, "What if she is the one, and I, I just realised too late? If I'd figured this out before Pete came along, then we'd probably be together now...."
Phoebe pulled his face around so they directly faced each other. "Chandler, listen. If she's with someone else, she probably isn't the one. You didn't miss your chance, because you were never meant to have one. If you had been meant to get her before Pete did, you would have. You weren't in love with her then. You are now, but it can't happen. So maybe, she's not the one for you. And it won't help you if you sit around crying over someone who is probably not your's."
Chandler stared at her. "Well, maybe she is the one. And it may be a small chance, but it's still a chance. And I am not going to leave it to die. She feels like my soulmate; doesn't that mean she is?" he said, forcefully.
Phoebe sighed. "Look, whether she is your soulmate or not is not the important thing right now. You need to decide whether you're going to help her with what she asked. Now, you may be in love with her, but are you her friend?"
*****
Chandler rolled over. The sheets were entwined around his body, meaning he could only move about two centimetres before being tugged back. The apartment was silent. Joey and Kathy were obviously at her's tonight. But Chandler still couldn't get to sleep.
What should he do? If he didn't help her, she'd suspect something. But what if that was for the best? She found out, she felt the same, and they were all happy. Well, except for Pete.
But what if she didn't feel the same, and he was shunned out of her life forever? He didn't want that. He didn't think he could handle nevr seeing her again, never seeing her face, her beautiful eyes, her scarlet lips, the lips that he wanted to kiss more than any before...
So he couldn't tell her. Not now. And if he didn't help her, she'd find out somehow. So he had to help her.
He'd help her be happy with Pete. While he stood, crying inside, watching them together.
*****
He woke to find himself in a strange room. It was light; the sun shone in throught the windows. He looked down at himself he was wearing the smartest tux he'd ever worn in his life.
"What the-" he said.
Ross poked his head through the door. "Come on, man," he said. "Everyone's waiting."
Ross disappeared. Chandler looked around. It looked like a dressing room. He stepped outside and saw Ross turning a corner. Deciding that was the right way, Chandler followed.
He followed him through the hallways, looking at all the numbers on the doors. Where was he? He heard Ross quicken his pase and followed suit, not having time to look at the doors any more.
They made their way down a flight of stairs, and Chandler started to hear a large crowd talking. Turning another corner, Chandler saw his mother and father, both dressed in sparkling dresses, talking to Ross.
"There he is," said Ross, and Chandler's parents turned.
"Mom?" said Chandler, looked bewildered. "Dad? What- what are you both doing here?" he said.
Nora Bing laughed. "You thought we'd miss this, honey? You are funny," she said. "Come on, we're going in," she said, latching her arm onto Chandler's, as his father did the same on the other side.
Ross leaned into Chandler. "See you in a minute, man," he said, as he, Rachel and Phoebe set off into the hall, arms linked.
Chandler looked at his mother. "What's going on?" he asked cluelessly.
Nora laughed again, but didn't reply. "Come on," she said, and the three of them walked into the hall together.
Chandler looked around. On the right, he could see memebers of his own family, cousins, uncles, his grandfather.... and on the left, were people he didn't recognise, or at least not until he got to the front, where he saw Ross and Monica's aunt and uncle sitting there.
"Huh?" he said to himself, but he looked away from them when the music started to play. Everyone turned to the back of the hall, where Chandler himself had come in. Three people came in; Jack Geller on the left, Judy Geller on the right, and in the centre was a woman more beautiful than he had ever seen.
"Monica," he breathed.
She smiled as she progressed down the aisle, her veil rippling gently in the wind that came through the window. She looked at Chandler, and her smile widened.
They reached the end of the aisle, and Monica kissed both of her parents on the cheek and they sat down on the right. Monica stepped up onto the platform, and smiled again at Chandler. He smiled back.
"Ladies and gentleman," said Joey, making Chandler look around. "We are gathered here today....."
*****
"...I now pronounce you man and wife," Joey finished. "You may now kiss the bride," he said smiling, stepping away slightly.
Monica smiled at Chandler, and their lips neared. Chandler couldn't believe this was happening. He was about to get everything he'd ever wanted...
Their lips grazed each other at first; then the kiss deepened, and Chandler moved his lips rythmically over her's, taking in the sweet taste he'd longed for. Everyone in the room started clapping, and they broke apart.
"I love you, Chandler," said Monica, smiling.
Chandler smiled back. "And I love yo-"
*****
He sat suddenly up in his bed, sweat pouring down his face.
The images in his mind had been so vivid... he'd felt his lips on Monica's... he had really been there, kissing her, finally getting everything he'd always wanted.....
But it wasn't real. It had all been a dream. Just a dream.
