Okay, so I wept like a small child at the finale. It's so sad that it's over. Okay, misting up again. Can't do that. Here is the next part. The song is by the incredible Gavin DeGraw. Please review! Thanks!

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Monica woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. Forgetting momentarily where she was, she rubbed her eyes and tried to remember. She was in New York. Staying with Ross and Rachel. She reached over and grabbed the phone from the cradle.

"Hello?"

"Mon?" It was Chandler. What was he calling in the middle of the night for? Oh God, her heart stopped. Gracie.

"What's wrong? Where's Gracie?"

"Mon, it's okay, I'm at the hospital, and it's not Gracie, she's fine, I dropped her off at your parents', it's Joey." Joey. Monica's head spun.

"What happened? Is he okay?"

"There was a car accident, and they think he's going to be okay. Could you wake up Ross and Rachel and tell them too?"

"Of course, I'll be right there. Which hospital are you at?"

"Beth Israel."

"Okay, I'll be right there." She hung the phone up and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Rummaging through her suitcase, she finally pulled out a wrinkled pair of jeans and a sweater. Normally, she would have to iron the jeans, or else they would drive her crazy, but there was no time. She threw on the clothes and threw her hair back in a ponytail.

"Rachel? Ross?" She opened the door to their bedroom.

"Mon? What time is it?" Ross asked groping for the clock.

"It's three. Joey was in a car accident. He's at the hospital with Chandler. I'm going to go down there, but I just wanted you to know."

"Is he okay?" Rachel asked wide awake.

"Chandler said that they think he's going to be fine."

"We're coming," Ross said.

"What about Emma?" Monica pointed out. "Just come tomorrow morning. We'll call you when we know anything." Rachel nodded and Monica shut the door and hurried out of the apartment. It was in the cab that she finally let herself cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on her jeans leaving small wet spots. She sighed and rested her head back against the seat. Joey. She had felt guilty about the fact that she really hadn't talked to him or Phoebe in quite some time. Rachel called her, and if she talked to Rachel, then she talked to Ross. She supposed it was that Joey was always closer to Chandler, and she didn't want to have to think about Chandler.

It hurt to think about Chandler.

He was pacing the waiting room when she came running in. Instinctively she went straight to his arms, and he placed his arms around her and held her tightly to him.

"Is he okay?" She asked.

"I don't know. I guess so."

"What happened?"

"Drunk driver."

"Oh God."

"I know." He paused, and realized that she was still in his arms. "I'm so glad that you're here." It was quiet for a moment and then she finally replied, ever so softly,

"So am I."

You need a friend

I'll be around

Don't let this end

Before I see you again

Monica was sitting quietly by Joey's bed when he woke up. He had just broken his arm and had a slight concussion.

"Hey you," she smiled at him when his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, Mon." He was slightly confused to see of all people Monica sitting by his bedside, but he didn't mention it.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Oh. You know, I've been better." A little smile crossed her face and she squeezed his hand.

"Chandler's here. He just went to get some coffee." Joey nodded.

"If I knew that being in a car accident would get the two of you to spend some time together, I would have thrown myself in front of a bus a long time ago," Joey said. For being the so called idiot of the group, Joey was a lot more sweet and sincere than anyone gave him credit for.

"Joe," she started to warn. She felt like she was dealing with a five year old who wanted his parents back together. "That....that train left the station a long time ago." He didn't say anything for a moment and then looked her straight in the eye.

"If you can tell me that you feel with this James character what you felt, and still do I think, with Chandler, than I will be happy for you, I promise. But I don't think that you can do that." Monica started to open her mouth to argue that she loved James, but no sound came out. She did love James....right? Sure, he wasn't Chandler, but then again she had long ago come to terms with the fact that no one was Chandler, and no one would possibly be able to live up to him. The door opened a second later and Chandler walked in, saving her from having to answer a question that she didn't know the answer to.

"Hey buddy! How are you feeling?" Chandler said handing Monica a cup of coffee and sitting in the chair next to her.

"Okay," Joey said.

"You gave us quite the scare," Chandler said sighing.

"Sorry," Joey smiled sheepishly. "Then again, I didn't exactly ask for it." Both Monica and Chandler laughed a little at this.

"I guess that's true," Chandler agreed and the three of them began to just make easy, safe conversation. It was Joey who eventually brought up the past, a subject that both Chandler and Monica tried hard at all times to avoid.

"Remember the time that you two went away for a romantic weekend? And came back fighting?" Monica laughed remembering how she had insisted on having the perfect hotel room, and how Chandler had only been interested in the car chase on television. She should have just let it go. The room wasn't important, after all, on other vacations they barely left the bed.

"That was when you found us out," Chandler said laughing as well. He could see the look on Joey's face when he put two and two together. He could feel his arms around Monica as they kissed in front of Joey, sealing their fate. He could feel the way that his heart beat when he kissed her. Those first few months especially when it was all new and exciting and they were hiding from their friends.

"That's right," Joey said laughing. "The eyelash curler did it."

"That damn eyelash curler," Monica replied giggling. "Sold us out."

And the three sat there, laughing and reminiscing for hours. And not once during those hours did James even cross Monica's mind.

What can I say to convince you to change your mind?

Don't leave

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

I'm gonna hold you closer than before

And when I kiss your soul,

your body will be free

I'll be free for you any time

I'm gonna love you more than anyone

"Hello darling, how are you?" Monica felt guilty as she talked to James later that day.

"Okay, my friend Joey was in an accident and I've spent the day here at the hospital."

"Oh, is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's going to be fine," she said sighing as she leaned her head back against the wall that she was standing against.

"When is your flight back Tuesday?" He asked. She had forgotten that she would have to go back. She forgot that she lived in London now, and that she was supposed to be going back on Tuesday. Taking Grace back with her, away from Chandler again.

"Um, noon," she said.

"Oh good. I can't wait to see you two."

"We can't wait to see you," she said. Was she lying? She missed him, but she missed him like she missed a friend, not like she missed Chandler. Not as if half of her was missing completely. Was that the answer to Joey's question? She didn't love James like she loved Chandler.

It didn't matter though. It was too late. What had happened had happened and her and Chandler were no longer. They were history, and it would do her no good trying to recall those memories. Those feelings.

But still, could she really marry James? Could she really marry him when she knew that she didn't really love him like she should? Like he deserved?

Then again, maybe this was just because she was in New York. Maybe once she got back to London, she would settle back down into the life she made over there for her and Grace, and she would realize that she was perfectly happy with James. Yes, it was just New York doing this to her.

"Well, love, I have to run, I'll talk to you later, give Gracie a big hug and kiss for me, and I'll see you Tuesday. I can't wait. Love you."

"You too," she replied almost automatically. She hit the end button on her phone and went back into the hospital. All of their friends were there now, and her and Chandler were about to leave to pick up Grace from her parents' house.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Chandler asked when he saw her. She nodded and gave Joey a kiss and told him that she would be back later and went with Chandler out to his car. They drove in silence to her parents' house.

"Mommy!" Gracie shouted when she saw her and ran and jumped in Monica's outstretched arms. "Is Uncle Joey okay?"

"He's just fine, baby," Chandler said as he took Gracie into his arms for a hug.

"Good. I made him this picture." She held up a drawing of what Monica presumed was supposed to be her and Joey.

"That's gorgeous darling," Monica said. "Thanks for watching her."

"Not a problem," her mother assured her. "She's an angel." Monica nodded and gave her mother a tight hug and then one to her father and then turned and followed Chandler and Grace to the car.

They were going to name the baby Jack if it was a boy.

After her father.

It was times like this that the hard memories hit and she was reminded that it wasn't all just fun and games.

She had to remember that.

She had to remember why she had left.

look in my eyes

what do you see?

Not just the color

look inside of me

Tell me your need

and I will try

I will try

Okay, so the next chapter will have the second part of the song in it. It's amazing. Okay, so please review and tell me what you think. Have a great day!