Whew! Okay, I'm back after a week! The week went really fast, but at the same time really slow if ya know what i mean. I was itching to come write this on the computer, and i have written quite a bit more in a book. Also have big BIG plan's for this story! Okay, so originally, when i wrote this chapter, well it consisted of this chapter and what will now be the next chapter, but i decided to cut it in half, because i rambled on quite a bit in this and thought it would be...ah, hell, you guys dont really care! See? I ramble on alot all the time.

Anyway, here it is, after a week, the new chapter. Please enjoy! And if there is any spelling mistakes, ignore, because i wrote it quickly! Oh and i dont own friends, bla bla bla, but you know how Matt Perry dropped his pants at the ESPY awards? That was all for me! (I'm running out of Matt things)


"Chandler? Chandler, wake up. Please wake up honey! Oh god, I don't know what to do! Chandler? Sweetie, come on, open your eyes for me!"

The voice was growing more and more persistent by the second. Chandler wanted nothing more then to make it stop, but he wasn't sure if he could. He wasn't sure about anything anymore.

How could Nicole be dead? She wasn't real.

The dreams weren't real.

He wanted that to be true more then anything – even more then he wanted the voice to stop. But it wasn't true. Nicole Atkins was a person.

And now she was dead.

Chandler had never believed in the paranormal or precognition or any of that crap. That was Phoebe's area. Chandler liked to have some proof before he made any assumptions, and the doubtful proof that came with paranormal and precognition had never been enough to change his mind. He had his own beliefs and he stayed with them, like a moth to a flame.

These dreams had made all of his beliefs go straight out the window.

The fact that he had predicted Nicole's death before it happened – for over a week before it happened – wasn't something Chandler had ever thought was possible. It seemed theoretically impossible, but somehow it had happened. He had been given the power of precognition, something that Chandler had always associated with crazy people. Next they would be telling him that aliens were real and they were being kept in Area 51, like the rumours proposed.

A troubling thought came to Chandler's mind then, causing his eyes to fly open, accompanied by a gasp. He had predicted Nicole's demise, and it had happened. He had known that much already, but what troubled him was that he had known about it for over a week – known that she was going to die for over a week before it happened – and had done nothing to stop it.

He had been given the chance to save a woman's life, and he had failed. Nicole could have been playing with her cat Fluffy at this very moment, but she wasn't because Chandler hadn't believed.

Nicole had died and he had let her.

"Oh thank god Chandler, I was so worried!" Rachel exclaimed, running a hand down his cheek tenderly. Chandler stared at her blankly, the shock of what had just happened spreading through his system. "I was about to call for an ambulance, I didn't know what to do. I was so scared." She studied Chandler's face for a moment, still stroking his cheek gently. Chandler could see the tear's in her eyes, and the way she was still shaking, ever so slightly. She really had been terrified.

She cared for him a lot, he realised. She loved him; they all did. Chandler didn't deserve their love. A woman was dead because of him.

Chandler bit his lip to stop himself from crying. He knew that if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop. Rachel's hand stopped moving.

"Are you okay sweetie?" she asked softly. Chandler opened his mouth to speak his 'mantra'. Those infamous two words 'I'm fine'. But to both their surprise, those word's stayed dormant.

"No," he whispered instead, tears pooling in his eyes. "No, I'm no fine." Rachel nodded, her hand once again starting up its slow journey down Chandler's cheek.

He leaned into her touch, seeking comfort from her love; comfort that he desperately needed.

"Are you ready to talk to me now?" Rachel asked after a few minutes. Chandler stared at her, debating within himself. He had vowed never to tell anyone, knowing that it would be like opening a can full of worms. But she deserved to know what the hell was going on with him. She deserved an explanation as to why he had once again freaked out. Chandler could see the worry in Rachel's eyes, but he could also see immense frustration.

Rachel had always hated not knowing something; this must have been driving her insane. He didn't want to worry her further with his problems, but Chandler was unsure how much more worried Rachel could get.

He hadn't wanted anyone to know about these dreams, but now he knew the truth. The dreams were real. Plus, if kept this bottled up inside, he was sure he really would lose his mind. Chandler wanted someone to comfort him, to feel his pain. He knew that was slightly selfish, but he didn't care. He needed someone to tell him that it was going to be alright, because he knew there was no way in hell that he was going to hear it from himself.

Nicole was dead.

That thought popped into his head once again. Nicole was dead, so it didn't really matter if Rachel knew.

Nicole was dead.

That's all that mattered to him now. He had let a woman die.

He needed help.

"Yes," Chandler answered finally. "I'm ready to talk now."