Sorry for taking so long to update guys, well a year's a long time. School came around and made it kind of hard, but I'll try not to let that happen again.

Disclaimer> I don't own the show or any of the characters on Friends.

Oh and in the previous chapter, I made a mistake. The operator on the phone is saying that they can't even get to the citizens in Brooklyn, not Manhatten. Sorry about that.

Please Read and Review...your opinions mean a lot to me.

"Ok Sir, are you still there?" the operator asked.

"Yes YES! Now what am I supposed to do?" Ross screamed into the phone.

"Ok, just where is the location she is hurt?"

"Um in the Village, Manhattan!"

"I meant on her body sir."

" Well, could you please be more specific? It's her ankle."

"Do you have any ice available at the moment?"

"Um, I think so...hold on."

Ross checked in the freezer for ice, but since the power was off for so long, it melted.

"All the cubes melted, what am I supposed to do now?"Ross cried hysterically into the phone.

"Ok sir, place her foot on something high like the edge of a couch and wrap her ankle tightly with a scarf or a T-shirt, anything that can be used as a bandage."

"Ok so what do I-"

Suddenly, the phone began to beep.

"Rachel, what does the beeping mean?" Ross asked.

"Oww, it means the battery is about to die. It died before."

"Ok, what do I do next, the battery is gonna die, so you gotta talk quick."

"Sir you should be alright from there. If anything el-"

"If anything else what? WHAT? WHAT! Crap, it died."

The window bursted open and debris began to fly into the room.

"Phoebe, get under the bed!" exclaimed Joey.

"Joey, we CAN'T! WHAT IF SOMETHING HEAVY FALLS ON THE BED? WE NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS ROOM!" Phoebe screamed.

The wind began to increase causing Phoebe to raise her voice. They both crawled toward the door, clutching their clothes in one hand and their blankets in another. They crawled into the hallway and then down in to the stairwell.

"You know, I think we'll be safe here because there are no windows here" Phoebe said.

"Yea, you're probably right," Joey replied.

They sat down on the stairs and listened to the howling winds for a while.

"You know keeping a spare key in the plaster above the door frame was a pretty good idea, Mon."

"That's what I kept telling Rachel, but nooo she thought I was being stupid."

Monica and Chandler were both sitting in Monica's apartment and Chandler was wearing a skin tight floral print shirt and metallic spandex exercise pants.

"Nope the phone lines are still down," Monica said after trying to call Rachel.

"Well, so what do we do now?" Chandler asked.

"Well, I can't cook anything, we can't watch TV, we basically can't do anything but talk."

"Ok…so what should we talk about?"

"Chandler I don't know…look, this isn't the best situation for me or you now, especially you with my old 80's exercise outfit on, but we just gotta try and make this work. Oh and by the way, you can keep that."

"You're right…so umm… you ever wonder how they get holes in doughnuts?"

"Oh my gosh Chandler, forget it!" Monica stood up frustrated.

She walked over to the window and stared at the flurry of snow.

"Mon, I'm sorry."

Chandler walked over to where Monica stood and gazed at the mass of whiteness. "How come I never realized how good she smelled?" He pondered. Realizing he was sniffing her Monica asked, "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Oh, um sorry, I was trying to figure out what shampoo you use, has a nice hint of honey."

"Well uh thanks, but that's not my shampoo, I made some tea before we were supposed to leave and put a little honey in it."

"So you mean it's your lips that smell that good?" "I guess, what are you getting at?"

"Would this be weird-?" Chandler bent down and slowly sniffed Monica's lips.

He then proceeded to nuzzle her nose. Picking up her chin slightly, he pressed her lips against his and rubbed his thumbs against her inner thigh. Moaning slightly, Monica pressed herself against Chandler, pawing at the floor with her foot. Feeling the intensity of the moment, Monica pulled her shirt off with Chandler following suit. He placed her legs on his hips and pressed her slightly against the windowpane. The sudden coolness against Monica's back sent shivers down her spine.

"Chandler, wait, we have to use a condom."

Pulling back from Monica's lips, Chandler replied, "Yea, you're right, but wait-."

He place Monica on the seat of the windowsill and pried her pants off her. Giving her a wink, he began to pleasure her below. Moaning and squirming, Monica grabbed Chandler's head and began to push him deeper. She soon came and laid exhausted against the window.

"Wow, that… was… really good," she said gasping for breath.

"I would hope so," Chandler said, "I'm gonna go and wash my mouth out."

Chandler got up and pulled the floral print shirt over his head and went in to the bathroom. Right after Monica pulled her shirt on, the doorbell rang. "Who the hell could that be?" she thought.

When she opened the door, she gasped out, "Richard…?"

I know it's kinda short, I''ll try to make the next chapter longer. Please Review!