Hey, thankyou for all the reviews! They were lovely! I tried to get the chapter up as quickly as possible, because it was just itching to jump out of me! But I'm afraid i only had a short while to write, so it isnt very long! Sorry! I'll try to make the next chapter longer, and will hopefully get around to writing it very soon! Not tomorrow, cause it's my 18th birthday! Yay! 7/7/87! be happy for me!

Oh, i dont own the show or and of the cast, yadda yadda, although once again, if given the chance, i would like to own Matt Perry. His eyes would look lovely on our child...creepy


Chandler opened his eyes with a gasp. He glanced around the room in panic, then looked down at his trembling hands. A dream. It had just been another god damn dream. He ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair, then rubbed his eyes. It was then that he realised he was crying.

"Fuck," he whispered, throwing back the covers and stumbling out the room.

"Fuck," he repeated as he filled a glass with water and raised it to his lips.

"You okay man?" Chandler gasped, the glass slipping out his hand and falling to the floor with a crash. He stared at the shattered glass in shock. The noise had startled him, even more then the voice had. The glass had shattered into countless pieces, and the careless way it was spread out reminded Chandler of Nicole's things, displayed on the pavement for all to see. He shuddered, tears springing to his eyes once more.

A hand touched his shoulder, causing Chandler to gasp once again. He spun around to find Joey staring at him, his brown eyes wide with worry.

"Chan?" Joey whispered. Chandler stared back at him, unable to find any words.

"Chandler?" Joey asked again, sounding like he was about to cry. Judging from the look on his face, that wasn't a far off assumption. Chandler felt something wet hit his hand, and reached up to touch his face. He was crying again. "Chandler? What's wrong?" Joey said urgently. Chandler opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. "I'm going to get the girls."

"No!" Chandler cried suddenly, his voice sounding high and unnatural to him. It reminded him of Nicole's screams. Chandler squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He heard Joey's footsteps and realised Joey was heading towards the door. "No, I'm fine, I just…I needed a glass of water."

Joey stared at him, unbelieving. Chandler let out a small laugh. "I guess I was still half asleep. You scared me, is all. Go back to bed, I'll clean this up."

"No, it's fine. I'll do it, you just go back to bed," Joey said gently, the look of worry and slight fear never leaving his face. Chandler nodded and slowly walked towards his room.

"Chan?" Joey called out. Chandler looked over his shoulder to find Joey staring at him intently. "You can talk to me whenever, you know that right?"

"I know," Chandler whispered. "Night Joe."

"Night Chan." Chandler closed the door and leant against it, the tears coming once more. This time they came as silent, but painful choking sobs, causing Chandler's stomach to tighten. He winced and pressed his hand protectively against his abdomen. The sobs weren't the only thing hurting his stomach. Chandler drew in a shaky breath. He could still feel the blade inside him.