Some reason I had to start another fic! I got this idea from a book I'm reading at college called 'The Bloody Chamber.' This is slightly different and more modern though.

Its mainly Chandler and Monica but the others do appear from time to time. Pete Becker is quite out of character but I thought he fitted the role better then anyone else…

Monica knows Ross, Rachel and Phoebe. Chandler only knows Joey. They're all in their early twenties. Please review and let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

The Bloody Chamber

Monica Geller stared at her reflection in the mirror, a small appeared across her face as her Mother and best friends, Rachel Greene and Phoebe Buffey walked up to stand behind her.

"I can't believe you're getting married…" Rachel sighed, happily. "And before me!"

"I know I can't believe it either…." She replied, looking down at her white dress.

"Well, you can't do worse then Peter Becker…" Her Mom told her.

"Your life is going to be so different…" Phoebe added. "You're going be showered in gifts and you'll have servants and everything!"

"Oh, you're so lucky." Rachel said. "He's the perfect guy."

"Uh, perfect guy?" Monica repeated turning to look at her. "Aren't you in love with my brother?"

"What? Oh yeah sure…" Rachel nodded. Ross and her had been dating since high school and were engaged to. "But does he have his own castle!"

"Rachel! Money isn't everything!" Phoebe shook her disappointingly.

"Yeah and Pete doesn't have a castle!" Monica added.

"It's like a castle!" Rachel argued.

"Okay, Rach…" Monica laughed lightly.

"Well, honey we'll give you some time alone before the wedding…" Her Mom said.

"Okay, thanks…" She smiled at them again as they left the room.

She sighed and looked back at into the mirror. She had just over 20 minute before she become Mrs Peter Becker. She hadn't known him long but as soon as they had met Pete had become infatuated by her. At first she wasn't interested in him, he was 10 years older then her and had already been married three times before. To begin with she believed that his obsession was because he was in mourning for his last wife, who had only died 3 month prior to their meeting. However he continued to pursue her, showering her in gifts until she agreed to date him. On their first, he told her, he was taking her for pizza and ended up flying her to Rome. After a few more dates, Monica became to like him. Soon after Pete purpose and Monica genuinely believed she did love him or could learn to love him and much to her parents' delight, she accepted. So, now here she was, only after a four-month whirlwind romance they were getting married.

A knock at the door, brought her back from her thoughts, she turned and saw her brother enter.

"Hey, Mon…" He smiled at her. "Are you ready?"

"Uh, yeah…yeah I think so…." She nodded.

"I can't believe my little sister is getting married." He told her. "You look amazing."

"Thank you…"

"Are you sure about all this?" Ross questioned. He liked Pete but wasn't sure if he wanted his little sister married to someone who was older then her and who had been married before.

"Yes, Ross… I am.." She assured him.

"And you're sure you're in love with him?"

"I'm sure I want to marry him." Was all she said.

"Well, okay then…" He smiled again. "I guess we'd better get going then…"

Monica smiled nervously, glancing at her appearance again before following Ross out. Ready to take the biggest step of her life.

XxXxX

Two weeks later, Monica climbed into the back of the white stretched limo, just having gotten back from their honeymoon in Paris. She had a great time, happy to spend all her time with her new husband and glad that she was getting to do that for the rest of her life; all doubts about not loving him, vanished.

The limo driver, drove them to her new home or 'castle' as Rachel calls it. She watched as the scenery went passed beginning to think about the future and how happy she was. Her thoughts when drifted to her friends and family. Pete's house was a three and half hour drive from them all and she knew she was going to miss them. She was never really close to her parents but they had always been there for her, supporting her decision to marry Pete. Her big brother, Ross who she used to hate when she was younger but when he started dating Rachel they became closer and he always looked out for her, making sure she was okay and safe. Rachel her best friend since they were 6 years old and soon they would sister once her and Ross get married. Her other best friend Phoebe Buffey, who she had only met a few years ago when she moved in next door with her Grandmother after her mother had died.

It was going to be weird not seeing them everyday, not being able to hang around with them whenever she wanted to.

"Home sweet home…" Pete announced as they drove through the gates of the house.

Monica looked out the window as they droved up the driveway. She felt a shiver go down her spine, watching the house come closer. She had only been there a few times but there was something this different this time, there was something that seemed spooky about it.

When she got out, she went to grab her suitcase but before she had chance, a guy in a black tuxedo appeared and took it from her. He bowed his head, slightly before heading inside.

"That's Harold…" Pete told her, seeing her questionable looks. "He's the butler."

"Oh right…" She replied, not sure if she liked the idea of someone doing everything for her.

"Come on, let's get inside…" He smiled, taking her hand and leading her into the house.

Once they were inside, Pete gave her a quick tour. Even though she had been there before, she normally reminded in the living room, waiting for Pete but now this was her home too. As they walked down the long corridor, they passed a door; she looked curiously at it, wondering why he wasn't showing her inside like he had done with the others.

"So, uh…. what's in that room?" She asked.

"Oh, that's a private…" He told her. "No one is allowed in there."

"Oh, okay…" She shrugged, not really bothered. It was the only room in the whole place she wasn't allowed to enter. Which meant he trusted her to go into any other room, including his office.

Once their tour had ended, he lead her to the dinning room where she was surprised to see that dinner was already made and ready to eat. She smiled polity as one of the maids, placed a bowl of soup in front of her.

"What is it?" Pete questioned. "Don't you like it?"

"No, no…its lovely…" She assured him. "It's just that I thought I'd be the one cooking."

"You?" He repeated. "Darling, there is no need for you to do any work…you just relax and let other people take care of you."

"Well, it wouldn't really be working…" She replied. "I like cooking…I enjoy it."

"Well, there is no need, we have a chef…" He explained. "But I'm sure we'd be able to sort something out."

She simply smiled in reply, but was disappointed by his reaction. She decided to forget about it for now, they were newly marred, maybe in a few weeks she could get him to agree for her to do the cooking.

XxXxX

A week later, Monica sat down on the porch swing, bored. Married life wasn't what she thought it would be. She thought it would be exciting and fun, she thought they would go out places or they'd stay in and talk. Instead all Pete would do was go out to work and would return just before dinner was served. They would normally ate in silence, occasionally he would ask her about her day but it didn't take her long to fill him in. Then after the plates had been cleared, he would disappear into his office and spend all evening doing more work.

She missed her friends and family, she hadn't seen any of them since the wedding but she spoke to them every other day on the phone. She hated that she wasn't there to help Ross and Rachel plan their wedding which was at the end of the year, even though she had been reassured that she will still be maid of honour.

"Erm, Hello?"

She looked up to see a young man standing in front of her, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"Oh, hello.." She looked him up and down. His light brown hair, falling slightly in front of his face before his removed a hand from his pocket and brushed it away. He flashed her a smile and held out his hand to her.

"Chandler Bing."

"Monica Ge…Monica Becker…" She corrected herself as she took hold of his hand. "If you're looking for my husband then he's still at work…"

"Oh, no…no, I've moved in next door…and I saw you sitting her and thought I would come and say hey…" He explained, giving her another smile.

She couldn't help but smile back, trying to stop her heart from beating rapidly as he brushed his hair back, revealing the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Chandler…" She managed to reply, when she realised she was staring into his eyes.

"You too…listen, if you're not busy…maybe you want to come over for a coffee and tell me about the area…" He offered. "That is if your husband wouldn't mind…"

"Oh, I don't know…" She started, wondering what Pete would say. She hadn't really made any friends since she moved there and the only people she had been out with other then Pete was his business associates. "Actually, that would be great…let's go…"

"Okay, cool…." He grinned happily, causing her to laugh lightly. "What?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter…" She shook her head, still smiling. She hadn't heard the word 'cool' in so long. Everyone who lived in the area, all spoke formerly, although even when she lived at home with her parents they spoke similar. It wasn't until Phoebe moved in that she; Rachel and Ross had picked it up too.

Chandler's house was nearly the same as her own, both had large, open rooms but the difference was that while her and Pete's was decorated in dark, elegant colours with carpet throughout, Chandler had used light, colourful paint and there was no carpet just beautiful varnished floorboards.

"I love your house…" She told him.

"Thanks, me and my friend Joey decorated ourselves."

"Yourselves?" She repeated.

"Yeah…" He looked at her. "Why does everyone have a problem with that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I told that old couple who lives down the stair, they nearly had a heart attack." He explained, before changing his voice to imitate them. "Someone with standards, like yourself does not need to do a minor task like painting…"

Monica couldn't help laugh, watching as he stood up straight and used his hands to add animation.

"Who speaks like that!" He asked, grinning when he saw her laughing.

"I don't know…" She shrugged, calming down slightly. "People around here?"

"I'm guessing you're not from around here then?"

"No, I'm from Long Island…I moved here once I got married."

"Living the luxury life now, then…" He joked, turning to make some coffee.

"Yeah…" She laughed uneasy.

He glanced at her. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you or anything…"

"Oh no, don't worry…" She told him. "It's just…. It just…ah forget it."

"No, now come on…. You got me interested…"

"Well, it's just that all my friends thought I was so lucky to marrying Peter Becker…Millionaire…" She sighed. "Even I thought I was lucky!"

"But you don't feel lucky now?" He asked.

"No…I mean yes I do…. I love him and he loves me…" She replied. "But I thought married life would be different, I thought it would exciting…. It was great for the first few weeks but then it suddenly stopped…. he's suddenly stopped paying me attention…"

Chandler turned his back to her as he poured the coffee into two cups.

"I guess the honeymoon period is over…" She sighed again as he handed her a cup before sitting down opposite her. "I was crazy to think it was going to last forever."

"You're not crazy…" He shook his head. "I believe some people have this amazing connection with each other, where they miss each other if they're not touching even if they're in the same room…. Where they think about each other constantly, wondering what the other is doing…. Where there are days when they both ditch work to do nothing but stay in bed, wrapped in each others' arms…just listening to the rain…"

Monica smiled slightly as she listened to him speak, watching his eyes light up as he spoke each word, proving to her that he truly meant everything he was saying.

"Oh, sorry…" He looked down embarrassed. "I guess I got carried away…"

"No, it was beautiful…" She told him. "Do you have that?"

"No, I don't…but maybe one day…"

"And you really believe all that's really?" She questioned, although she already knew the answer.

"Everyone needs a dreams…" He replied, with a small smile.

She couldn't help but return it, staring into his eyes…. She quickly reminded herself she was married…. But that statement still didn't stop her heart from pounding…. And she wasn't sure if she wanted it to…

TBC

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