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Two years before:

Chandler held divorce papers in his hands. Divorce. He never thought that it would come to this.

"Some couples become stronger after a tragedy," Ross had once said. "And others fall apart." Chandler had always considered them in the first category. He had always thought that the miscarriage was terrible, but they would move on stronger and more in love than ever. Apparently he had been wrong.

Sinking onto the chair he buried his head in his hands.

"What's the matter?" Joey asked when he came in.

"Monica sent the divorce papers," Chandler said sitting up. "I just wish...."

"What?"

"I should have tried harder, I should have been there more, I should have insisted that we go see a marriage counselor, some sort of therapist." He sighed leaning his head back against the chair.

"Chandler, this isn't your fault."

"It wasn't Monica's," Chandler was quick to defend his wife. Soon to be ex-wife. He would take the blame for the marriage collapsing. He wouldn't let her think that anything else was her fault.

"No," Joey said. "It wasn't anyone's." Chandler sighed running a hand through his hair. "Are you going to let her have the house?"

"I guess so," Chandler said. "I hadn't thought about it." Joey took a deep breath.

"What about Gracie?" It was the question that was on Chandler's mind too. What about Gracie?

"She can live with Monica, and stay with me on the weekends," Chandler said. He had already decided that in his head. He would not take his daughter away from her mother, even if it meant that he wouldn't get to see her everyday, which would kill him. As much as Gracie was a daddy's girl, she was completely attached to her mother. Monica could barely leave the room before Gracie would start crying for her. He couldn't do that to Gracie, she adored her mother, and he couldn't do that to Monica. It would be the worst thing in the world, being away from Gracie, but it was something that he had to do.

Monica took a deep breath as she raised her fist to knock on the door to Joey's apartment. Chandler had called her once he got the papers to tell her that the divorce would be easy. Easy. Monica had to laugh at that. Nothing was easy. Nothing about this was easy. And now here she was, about to complicate a little more. She knocked and the door opened a second later and he was standing in front of her.

"Mon? What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk."

"About?" Another deep breath.

"I was offered a restaurant."

"You have a restaurant," he pointed out.

"No. Not to be the chef at....to own."

"What?" He looked confused.

"My grandmother, a friend of hers wanted to open a restaurant and he didn't have the capital...and she did. So she bought it for him, and then they were supposed to transfer his name on the deed when he got enough money to pay for it. But they never did.....it's thriving, and it's mine." She could hardly contain her excitement, and he could see that. It was the first time that she was excited about anything in awhile.

"That's amazing Mon! Is it in New York?" He asked.

"That's the part that we have to talk about," she said slowly. "It's in London." London. How ironic. The place that brought them together was going to tear them apart. It was poetic really, Chandler thought.

"London?"

"Yes."

"As in another country?"

"Yes." He didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity. "Say something please."

"You're taking it."

"Chandler, I wanted to talk to you first."

"Why, we aren't married anymore." He knew just what to say to hurt her, and it worked. The words stung.

"But there's still Grace to consider." Grace. Right. He had given her custody of Grace. His reasons were still valid for letting Monica have her, but she would be all the way across the ocean. So much for every weekend.

"You're taking Grace," he said sighing.

"I just....I wanted to know....I guess, if you're okay with it."

"Am I okay? No. I'm not okay. But there's nothing I can do about it is there? I don't want to stand in your way. This is an amazing opportunity for you. Just what you always wanted. Your own restaurant. And I won't take Grace from you, as much as I want her. I'm not that much of a monster."

"And is that what I am? A monster for taking your daughter away?" He shook his head.

"No." She began to weep. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to take her away from you, but I have to take this opportunity."

"And the fact that it's a thousand miles away from New York doesn't have anything to do with anything?" He asked softly. Honestly, he couldn't blame her. He wanted to run away too. But London. London held just as many memories. But then again, those were good memories.

"Chandler."

"Okay. When do you leave?" He left it alone. Some things, he figured, just wouldn't be talked about.

"Next month."

"Okay."

"Chandler.....I didn't.....I never thought that it would be like this."

"I know. Neither did I." He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I have to go pick up Gracie."

"Give her a kiss for me?"

"Of course," she gave him a smile and turned and walked out of the apartment and down the stairs. Chandler closed the door. He had never been much of a crier. But lately that was all he seemed to do, and when she walked out, he sank to the floor and held his head in his hands and sobbed.

Present:

Monica sighed as she closed the door to Ross and Rachel's apartment after getting home from dinner with the investors. They were all for making her wildly successful restaurant a chain. They didn't think twice about lending her the money she would need. James had wisely instructed her to allow other people to invest their money rather than her invest hers.

"There's no need putting yours and Gracie's future on the line, when someone else can," he had said. James. She should call James. But her head was still spinning from earlier. From when she had talked with Chandler. God, that day that she had gotten on the plane with Grace and flew to London the first time, she had cried practically the entire way there. No guilt? Ha. She had felt more guilty then she ever had before. She had been taking Gracie away from her father. It was terrible, heaping amounts of guilt.

She walked quietly through the apartment to the bathroom and began to run herself a bubble bath. She giggled as she remembered the way that Chandler had reacted to baths. There was nothing that didn't remind her of him. But she needed to stop thinking about him. Think about James, she instructed herself. Think about James. It didn't work. Chandler still crept back into her memory. She slid into the bathtub and closed her eyes. She hated that all these memories were creeping back. But she wasn't surprised. She had expected it when she had come back. That's why she had avoided coming back whenever she could. Chandler had come to London last time to visit Gracie. He had met James, and they had both tried to be pleasant to one another.

Of course that didn't work.

Chandler was meeting the man who was going to marry the love of his life, and James was meeting the man that he could never quite live up to.

Neither was exactly their charming selves.

Monica rubbed her temples. Life wasn't supposed to be this complicated. Silently she began to cry, suddenly unable to contain her emotions, then she began to cry harder, her shoulders heaved as she sobbed into her hands. She heard a soft knock on the door.

"Mon?" Rachel called.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I'm....I will be okay. I'll be out in a second, can you make some tea?"

"Sure honey," Rachel said. Monica wiped away the remains of her tears and climbed out of the bathtub and wrapped her robe around her slender body. She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her eyes were still red from crying. It didn't matter, Rachel knew that she had been crying, there was really no use trying to hide that fact. She splashed some cold water onto her face and opened the door and found Rachel pouring the hot water into the cups.

"Thanks," Monica said gratefully taking her cup of tea.

"No problem." They sat down at the kitchen table and Monica let out a sigh. "What's the matter?"

"Oh. Chandler insisted on talking about what had gone wrong between us tonight," she said and then before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face again. She placed her head on the table and heard Rachel's chair scrape against the linoleum as she placed an arm around her and drew her closer. Monica picked up her head and buried it in her best friend's shoulder and just cried.

"It's okay Mon, it's okay honey," Rachel said stroking Monica's hair. Monica didn't reply, but she was at a loss to figure out how it would be okay.

Two years earlier:

Monica held onto Grace's hand as they made their way through the airport. This was it. They were officially moving to London. There had been some tearful goodbyes at their old house, now Chandler's house, and Monica still wasn't emotionally settled from that.

Chandler had held onto Grace tightly as the cab pulled up. He held onto her as they loaded their bags into the trunk and finally placed her in the car.

"Later alligator," he whispered in her hair.

"After while crocodile," she replied placing her arms around his neck. She had handed him her stuff monkey, dubbed Mr. Happy Pants, by Joey, and told him to hug it when he needed a hug from her. He wiped the tears from his cheek as Monica came to the car and swept her into a hug.

"Be careful," he whispered.

"I will."

"I love you, still, I don't know if I'm not supposed to say that or what, but I do, I love you. So take care of yourself, and Gracie, take care of Gracie for me."

"Okay," she said tearfully as she reluctantly pulled away from his grasp and climbed in next to Gracie in the back of the cab.

"Bye Daddy!" Gracie yelled.

"Bye baby," he replied. "Bye Mon."

"Bye Chandler," she said slipping a pair of sunglasses on as the cab slid away from the curb leaving him standing by himself on the front lawn of their house.

Monica finally let the tears come when they took off, Gracie fast asleep by her side. And she wept nearly the entire flight.

She had convinced herself that she had made a mistake.

And now two years later, she wondered if she had, indeed made a mistake.

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