Sorry I haven't updated this story for a while.. But after watching some of Band of Brothers… I thought I could do some more stuff. Also if this story seems like Pearl Harbor .. Sorry about that… I needed to get my characters back together somehow…
Coming from New York, it didn't seem like fall or Thanksgiving. Monica waited daily as mail call was announced. Phoebe had now developed a relationship with a guy in the South Pacific and Rachel was filled with anticipation as each letter postmarked London came to her. Chandler was just in a secret position and that is why he couldn't write her.
Meanwhile Chandler was in a cell as he looked up to see the sun come in. He had been a prisoner of war for months now. The United States wasn't technically even in the war, but he had been caught up in a very nasty assault while he was in Europe on a fact finding mission. He took a cigarette from his uniform and lifted it to his lips. Lighting it , he walked over to the window. Freedom would he ever see it again?
Ross was leaving the hospital finally. It had been months and now he would joining his squadron again. He packed up his duffle bag and took the picture of Rachel that was on his nightstand. Since he had been in England, he had struck up a friendship with Emily. She was sweet and fun and so different than Rachel. She cheered him up many days when he would be low and she played chess with him.
"Oh Ross, I am going to miss you." hugged Emily as he got up from the bed.
"Well I was hoping this little thing would be the ticket home, but I was informed wrong. They need pilots even more now, and it seems that the US is closer to getting involved in the war now." Ross said as he got into the wheel chair. Emily got behind it and rolled him to the waiting truck.
"Emily , I'll still be in England. Why don't we have a drink some night." said Ross.
Emily looked at the sparkling brown eyes and secretly wished she never heard the name of Rachel. Ross was kind and sensitive and terribly romantic. Writing those letters in the early days, she could tell he was a man who was deeply in love and was envious of any woman who captured his heart.
"I'd like that." she smiled. "The Bull and Finch." she suggested. Ross agreed that it would be soon. Emily watched as he left. There was just something about him and she hoped that she would see him at the pub again .
"Got another letter from Ross." Rachel said excitedly. Monica just sunk further down. "Monica, Chandler is somewhere secret. He still loves you , he just can't send any mail." Rachel said soothingly.
"Yeah it's all very hush hush and top secret. Joey told me that when we were dating." answered Phoebe. "Besides he isn't even with the US army , he's with intelligence." Phoebe realized she said too much.
"What do you mean intelligence?" asked Monica accusingly.
"Joey had said that Chandler was undercover trying to get a location on Hitler for the Allies." Phoebe said , knowing that Joey had told her that one night in bed. This would make up for Joey hurting her so bad.
"So Chandler is in Germany?" Monica began to panic. "No!" she cried as Rachel held her .
Chandler sat as the guard passed by. He had seen many other prisoners taken from their cell and never returned. He wondered when would be the day he would take that fatal walk. Monica was never far from his thoughts. He would remember those blazing blue eyes and that raven hair. He would laugh as he watched her organize the spices in her cabinet and clean the bathroom over and over. Most of all he would remember the way those ruby lips would come to his and how they would touch and then how their tongues would meet as they prepared to make love. Would he ever hold her again?
"So then we were supposed to go to this banquet. And she waited until the last minute. I finally got so mad at her I told her to put on anything whether she looked fat in it or not. She was so mad , she took off her gown and sat down to do some correspondence. I was standing in a tux and she was in a Knicks shirt. Finally , she got dressed." Ross said as he took a sip of ale. Emily couldn't help but laugh. "Then did you drink the fat?" she enquired. "No she stopped me." he laughed.
"So what about you and Colin?" Ross asked. Emily took another sip. "He was killed about a month ago. I think it was in Italy." she said sadly. "I am so sorry Em, I have been going on with these funny stories and all about Rachel and our friends back home." Ross said as he put his arm around his friend.
"Let's go for a walk." Ross said as he put the coat over Emily's shoulders. The London sky was quiet. Too quiet for Ross' liking. He had an inkling that Hitler's air patrol was getting ready and he would have to go to work soon. Emily enjoyed the walk on the streets of London. Her and Colin would go to the Pub or the show before any of this happened.
"It 's so peaceful." she said. At that moment, she heard the sirens going off. The air was suddenly lit up like a thunderstorm and planes filled the skies.
"Shit!" exclaimed Ross. "There was no time." he said as he tried to run toward a cab. "Ross don't leave me. I'm scared." cried Emily as she clung on to him. "Em, I have to go. They are going to want me to fly." he said. She collapsed in his arms. "I lost Colin, don't leave me now ." she started to cry. Ross was caught in a three way struggle, he didn't want to hurt Emily because she was so nice to him, yet he had to report soon so he could man his plane for attack. Another struggle involved how he was having these conflicting feelings for Emily, something had happened all those months in the hospital. But he couldn't do that, he had Rachel back home.
The sky kept exploding as another bomb dropped from the sky. Ross knocked Emily to the pavement. She couldn't stop crying as memories of her flat being destroyed came to her mind along with the fact that the man she loved had died. She grabbed on to him as they laid hunched together on the London sidewalk. Picking her up, he took her to the nearest air raid shelter. In the dark with the bombs bursting outside. Emily looked at Ross as the lantern burned. He took her in his arms and began to kiss her. She moved her hands through his thick black hair as his mouth mashed against hers. It was a kiss of desperation. In this place, they never knew if their next breath would be their last. England was one of the most dangerous places on Earth right now as Hitler stepped up his campaign against Churchill and continued his quest for world domination.
The next morning Emily looked over at the space next to hers. It was now empty. Feeling the way she felt , she knew that something had happened. She felt different. Her clothes were now gone and she awoke with a smile on her face. There was only one thing in the world that made her feel that way . She saw a piece of paper laying on the floor of the shelter.
Dear Emily,
This morning I had received my orders. I am to ship out today . Apparently there is now threat of Japan attacking the US , so all pilots are being sent back to the States. I am needed to help train other pilots since I am now familiar with combat. I will be flying back to NY and then who knows.
I wanted to tell you how special last night was. I didn't know if we would ever see daylight again and it gave me comfort to know that I was not alone and we were there for each other.
Once again thank you for taking care of me and saving my life. Also thanks for being such a great friend.
Sincerely Captain Ross Geller…USAF…. Emily held the letter to her face and cried.
