Children! I would like to extend my apologies to Muggleworf for falsely
accusing him/her of a certain review, when in actuality it was sent by
someone else. I'd also like to thank Tal (Tilulation) for giving me a
brilliant idea without even realizing! Thanks hon! The answer to your
question will clear up this chapter. Oh, and, I'm really sorry I took so
long with this... really.
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"Oh my God," Monica whispered, barely audible.
"You remember?" Chandler asked.
"It's been you the whole time, I can't believe this," Monica answered, deep in thought.
"Yeah, it's me, I'm the little boy that you watched get taken away," he said, looking down.
"So... I mean, you, you were..." Monica stuttered, "I don't know what to say." She admitted.
"You don't have to say anything," he replied, as he held her tighter, not wanting to lose the one person who connected with him the most.
Suddenly, Chandler felt as if he was sitting on a stone, and put his hand underneath his leg to pull out a small chip.
"Oh God," he said, realizing what he was holding.
"What?" Monica asked.
"This is a tracking device; Charles has been monitoring everywhere we've gone... this has been attached to my back pocket. He must've put it on me when I wasn't looking," Chandler suddenly stood up, and grabbed Monica's hand.
"We have to get out of here!" Chandler exclaimed.
"Why can't we just throw away the tracker thing?" Monica asked.
"It's too late, he knows we're here... instead of destroying it we should attach it to a bus or something, let it drive away."
They started making their way out of the cave, as Joey approached.
"Where are you guys going?" Joey asked curiously.
Chandler handed the small machine to Joey, who suddenly understood.
"You guys, go back in the cave, I'll bring this out to the highway and put it on a car at a gas station or something, hopefully it'll drive off, then I'll be back." Joey said.
"Ok, man, but be careful," Chandler told him.
Monica and Chandler went back into the cave, holding hands.
"Are we safe here?" Monica wondered, looking around in the darkness. It was already night time, and their surroundings were starting to get cold and creepy. The night air was streaming through the small cracks the boulder in the front had left open, and the lack of light was releasing an eerie mood that brought chills to Monica's spine.
"We should be, if Joey gets that thing to move somewhere else." Chandler encouraged softly, as they sat back down against the wall, Monica lowered her head onto his shoulder.
"It's going to be okay, you know that right?" He whispered back, and kissed the top of her head reassuringly, "I already promised you that, and I'm not going to break it."
"I'm scared though, I'm really scared," Monica confessed with a shiver.
Chandler turned on the lantern that Joey had brought, which was already dimming, but still gave off enough light for them to manage to see.
Joey brought them everything they would need, jackets, blankets, food, and thankfully, a first aid kit.
The two had forgotten about their bruises, and they were already beginning to heal. Monica's arm was by now starting to imprint with a lasting scar, and the blood on Chandler's hand was beginning to dry.
"Come here," Chandler said to Monica, who then crawled over to where he was sitting in the middle of the cave. He started applying the alcohol onto her wound, and it instantly stung.
"Ow," Monica let out quickly.
"It's going to go away soon." He said looking into her eyes.
"I know," she said back, and after a long pause, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything," he said absentmindedly.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You know, about the scar... did you not know that I was the person?"
Chandler took a deep breath, "I knew it was you, but, I just, I knew it might bring back old memories, bad memories, and I didn't want to do that to you, God knows I have enough of them, I didn't want you to have them too."
Monica smiled, "I did anyway, I never forgot that day, it's been in my head forever too."
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about, it wasn't your fault, if anything, I'm the one who should be sorry, I just stood there and watched, and when I finally got the courage, it was too late."
Chandler was frustrated now, "No, Mon, you can't, you can't blame yourself, this was all Charles, his fault, we can't blame ourselves."
"You're right," Monica relented, and as a breeze rushed through she trembled from a mixture of fear and cold.
Chandler grabbed a jacket and, wrapping it around Monica, he began rubbing her shoulders.
"Can I admit something to you?" Monica asked, and he nodded, "I've had this crush on you for a while now... well, it's more than a crush."
She turned to him and he offered more than a smile, "You know, even though your hair is all messed up, and you have on nothing more than a t-shirt and jeans, you still look so beautiful." Chandler said truthfully, and slowly leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips, "And you know what else? I think I love you. Scratch that, I know I love you." He moved forward to kiss her again.
He pulled away, to see her reaction, and was immediately answered by her leaning forward to return the kiss. Monica urgently put her lips on his as their tongues continued to explore.
"I know I love you too," Monica said softly between kisses.
Suddenly, Chandler stopped, and moved over to grab a blanket, and wrapped it around him and Monica. Warmer and more comfortable, he fell on top of her as their long night of passion continued.
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I had to stop there... I just had to. Yes, so reviewing is good, please do it!!
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"Oh my God," Monica whispered, barely audible.
"You remember?" Chandler asked.
"It's been you the whole time, I can't believe this," Monica answered, deep in thought.
"Yeah, it's me, I'm the little boy that you watched get taken away," he said, looking down.
"So... I mean, you, you were..." Monica stuttered, "I don't know what to say." She admitted.
"You don't have to say anything," he replied, as he held her tighter, not wanting to lose the one person who connected with him the most.
Suddenly, Chandler felt as if he was sitting on a stone, and put his hand underneath his leg to pull out a small chip.
"Oh God," he said, realizing what he was holding.
"What?" Monica asked.
"This is a tracking device; Charles has been monitoring everywhere we've gone... this has been attached to my back pocket. He must've put it on me when I wasn't looking," Chandler suddenly stood up, and grabbed Monica's hand.
"We have to get out of here!" Chandler exclaimed.
"Why can't we just throw away the tracker thing?" Monica asked.
"It's too late, he knows we're here... instead of destroying it we should attach it to a bus or something, let it drive away."
They started making their way out of the cave, as Joey approached.
"Where are you guys going?" Joey asked curiously.
Chandler handed the small machine to Joey, who suddenly understood.
"You guys, go back in the cave, I'll bring this out to the highway and put it on a car at a gas station or something, hopefully it'll drive off, then I'll be back." Joey said.
"Ok, man, but be careful," Chandler told him.
Monica and Chandler went back into the cave, holding hands.
"Are we safe here?" Monica wondered, looking around in the darkness. It was already night time, and their surroundings were starting to get cold and creepy. The night air was streaming through the small cracks the boulder in the front had left open, and the lack of light was releasing an eerie mood that brought chills to Monica's spine.
"We should be, if Joey gets that thing to move somewhere else." Chandler encouraged softly, as they sat back down against the wall, Monica lowered her head onto his shoulder.
"It's going to be okay, you know that right?" He whispered back, and kissed the top of her head reassuringly, "I already promised you that, and I'm not going to break it."
"I'm scared though, I'm really scared," Monica confessed with a shiver.
Chandler turned on the lantern that Joey had brought, which was already dimming, but still gave off enough light for them to manage to see.
Joey brought them everything they would need, jackets, blankets, food, and thankfully, a first aid kit.
The two had forgotten about their bruises, and they were already beginning to heal. Monica's arm was by now starting to imprint with a lasting scar, and the blood on Chandler's hand was beginning to dry.
"Come here," Chandler said to Monica, who then crawled over to where he was sitting in the middle of the cave. He started applying the alcohol onto her wound, and it instantly stung.
"Ow," Monica let out quickly.
"It's going to go away soon." He said looking into her eyes.
"I know," she said back, and after a long pause, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything," he said absentmindedly.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You know, about the scar... did you not know that I was the person?"
Chandler took a deep breath, "I knew it was you, but, I just, I knew it might bring back old memories, bad memories, and I didn't want to do that to you, God knows I have enough of them, I didn't want you to have them too."
Monica smiled, "I did anyway, I never forgot that day, it's been in my head forever too."
"I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about, it wasn't your fault, if anything, I'm the one who should be sorry, I just stood there and watched, and when I finally got the courage, it was too late."
Chandler was frustrated now, "No, Mon, you can't, you can't blame yourself, this was all Charles, his fault, we can't blame ourselves."
"You're right," Monica relented, and as a breeze rushed through she trembled from a mixture of fear and cold.
Chandler grabbed a jacket and, wrapping it around Monica, he began rubbing her shoulders.
"Can I admit something to you?" Monica asked, and he nodded, "I've had this crush on you for a while now... well, it's more than a crush."
She turned to him and he offered more than a smile, "You know, even though your hair is all messed up, and you have on nothing more than a t-shirt and jeans, you still look so beautiful." Chandler said truthfully, and slowly leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips, "And you know what else? I think I love you. Scratch that, I know I love you." He moved forward to kiss her again.
He pulled away, to see her reaction, and was immediately answered by her leaning forward to return the kiss. Monica urgently put her lips on his as their tongues continued to explore.
"I know I love you too," Monica said softly between kisses.
Suddenly, Chandler stopped, and moved over to grab a blanket, and wrapped it around him and Monica. Warmer and more comfortable, he fell on top of her as their long night of passion continued.
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I had to stop there... I just had to. Yes, so reviewing is good, please do it!!