okay, here we go...this chapter was really hard to write for some reason...okay it was actually pretty easy, but can you believe i was stuck on one line for 4 hours! i was going crazy! There is a bit of Ross hating in this chapter, so im sorry to Ross fans. I love him so, but i had to pick somebody and he was just there! So read, and please enjoy! Oh and scorpioqueen, thanks for the review, and please keep reading and reviewing! that goes for everyone else!

Friends/cast/actors...i dont own any of them sadly, but i would gladly take Matt Perry home!

Oh, and i REALLY dont own 'iris'. that belongs to the goo goo dolls...i wish i did own it, it's my favourite song of all time!


Sarah Peterson glanced at her watch once more, growling in frustration.

"The bastard stood me up! I can't believe it!" she muttered angrily to herself, staring at her watch. They had agreed to meet at 7:30pm, and the time was now 8:03. "He better have been stuck in traffic or in a car accident, for his sake!" A thought crossed her mind and she stared out the window at the street sign. She had told him the right address…right?

"124 Spooner Street…I told him that," she muttered. "I think. Maybe I told him 125? Damnit!"

Sarah grabbed her purse and rushed out the door, looking next door to the Henderson's house. It was dark, and there was no tall, handsome guy knocking on the door. Sarah sighed dejectedly, wandering towards the empty street. She looked up and down the road sadly; not angry anymore, just devastated. She had adored this guy, and he had stood her up.

"Damnit," Sarah said softly, and went to turn around. Something hit her from behind and she went flying forward, hitting the ground hard. All the air she had escaped her lungs, and she lay there for a moment, winded and hurting. There was a dull thud and Sarah screamed in pain. Something had pierced to her back, and Sarah felt bile rush into her throat. She swallowed noisily and attempted to roll over; to see who was attacking her. A foot landed in the small of her back, and Sarah screamed again.

"No!" she shrieked, her voice rough with pain. She heard a guttural laugh behind her and suddenly there were hands wrapped around her ankles. "No!"

Her attacker started to drag her away; towards the alleyway next to her house, Sarah thought through the haze of pain. She attempted to dig her fingers into the ground, trying to stop the attacker from pulling her further. She ended up with her fingers being ripped open by the rough pavement, and still being dragged along.

"No, no, no, no, no," Sarah moaned as they entered the alleyway. Her arms were scratched, and had started to bleed. Sarah didn't care about that. Her back was aching, and she was having trouble breathing. "D-Don't hurt me."

The laughter returned and Sarah suddenly found herself on her back. She squinted into the darkness, trying to identify her attacker.

"P-Please," she begged, her voice a throaty whisper. Her attacker's head shook and Sarah saw a knife being raised. She whimpered, and closed her eyes tightly.

She didn't want to watch.

"No," she whispered again. "Please!"

"Chandler!" a voice yelled.

"No!" Chandler screamed, his eyes flowing open. Joey was holding his arms down, a look of pure distress on his face. Chandler shook his head, trying to wash away the fuzziness that sleep brought.

"You okay?" Joey whispered, letting go of his arms. Chandler sat up slowly, his body trembling severely.

"Not really," he admitted. Joey nodded, then reached behind him. Chandler took a few deep breaths, trying to slow his hammering heart.

"Here." Chandler took the offered tissue and tried to hold it against his bleeding nose, but his hand was shaking too much. Joey smiled grimly and took over.

"This is becoming a bit of a routine," Chandler gasped, trying to lighten the situation. Joey studied his face for a moment, searching for something. Chandler wasn't sure what.

"You were screaming 'please'," he said after a moment. "You have never said that before…you had a different dream, didn't you?"

Chandler swallowed, trying to keep his emotions under control. He failed miserably, and once again found himself in Joey's arms, his sobs harsh and painful. Joey held him gently, whispering comforting words in his ear and he stroked his hair soothingly.

"It was a new girl…Sarah Peterson," Chandler whispered after he had calmed down a bit. "She…he was dragging her Joey! God, she's going to die!" The tears came once more, stronger then before, and Chandler clung to Joey's shirt desperately.

"Why couldn't Nicole have been the only one?" Chandler whimpered. Joey held him tighter, unsure of how to answer that. Chandler looked up at him. "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything," Joey said softly.

"Lie to me again?"

Joey bit his lip, tears springing to his eyes at Chandler's vulnerability. He nodded.

"It's gonna be okay Chan," he whispered. Chandler smiled sadly and buried his face into Joey's shirt once more.

If only that was true.


"And…and she cried out please and Joey woke me up," Chandler finished quietly. His friends stared at him, processing the information they had just received. Chandler shifted uncomfortably and glanced down at his hands. He could still see Sarah's fingers, mangled and bleeding, half the nails ripped off. Chandler shuddered.

"Can somebody please say something?" he pleaded, looking back up at his friends.

Monica sighed.

"I'm sorry sweetie; it's just a bit of a shock," she said softly. Chandler laughed flatly.

"You're telling me," he muttered.

"We were all just hoping that Nicole would be the only one," Rachel added gently.

"Yeah…me too," Chandler murmured, glancing down at his hands once more. They were trembling, but Chandler marvelled at the smooth skin. He couldn't imagine how much pain Sarah must have been in; how much pain she will be in. His jaw tightened angrily.

"What do you think this means?" Ross wondered aloud.

"Jesus Ross, I don't know!" Chandler exclaimed, rising to his feet quickly. He started pacing, irritation spilling over. "No, no, scrap that, I do know! Another innocent person is going to be killed, going to be murdered and I have no fucking idea when! For all I know she could already be dead!" Chandler stopped pacing and scrubbed at his face. "How am I going to save her?" There was a long silence, and Chandler knew that his friends were glancing at one another.

"Y-You don't have to save her Chandler," Ross said timidly. Chandler spun around, anger blazing in his eyes.

"What?" he hissed. Ross cleared his throat nervously as his friend's looked at him in dismay.

"It's not your job, man."

"Yes it is! It is my damn job!" Chandler yelled. "You don't understand; you don't know what it's like to watch someone be slaughtered, and know that you are the only one who can stop it from happening! Don't you sit there and tell me it isn't my fucking job, because you don't know!"

Chandler's friends watched as he walked out the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

"Well, that went well," Phoebe said after a moment's silence.

"What the hell is your problem Ross?" Joey exclaimed.

"What? I was just trying to help!" Ross said defensively.

"By telling him that he can just sit around and wait for a girl to die, knowing that he could have stopped it?" Rachel hissed, jumping to her feet.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Ross snapped.

"How did you mean it Ross? Because to us, that's what it sounded like! For god sakes, you know how upset and guilty he felt when Nicole died! How do you think he feels this time round, knowing that he can stop it! And you tell him that he doesn't have to save her? Don't you understand? This is killing him!"

"Don't you think I know that?" Ross exclaimed.

"Guys…" Monica started, but was interrupted.

"No, I don't think you do!" Rachel shrieked.

"I do! But what if he goes there and she doesn't listen? Or if he goes there, and she's already dead!" The group stopped to consider Ross's words. "How do you think he would feel then?"

"At least he would have tried," Rachel said coldly.

"Yeah? Well, what if he goes there and interrupts the murder? He could be killed! But I suppose you would think it would all be okay because 'at least he tried'! Better he died now then later, huh Rachel!"

Rachel's hand struck Ross before he could even think of regretting what he had just said. His hand automatically went up to his cheek, rubbing where she had slapped him. There was an uncomfortable silence as Rachel glared spitefully at Ross, while he scolded himself. He couldn't believe he had just said that.

"Rach…I-" he began, disgusted with himself.

"Don't," Rachel snapped, raising her hands. "Just don't."

The group watched as Rachel walked out the door, then turned their attention to Ross.

"You know, you can be a real bastard sometimes," Monica hissed, getting up and walking to her room. Ross winced as her bedroom door slammed shut.

"I-I didn't mean to," he stammered, looking at Joey and Phoebe. They did not look happy. "Jesus, I can't believe I just said that!"

Rachel paced in the hallway, trying to calm herself down. God, she was so angry with Ross. She knew he had just said it because he was mad, but that didn't make her feel any better. When people were angry, they either say something they don't mean, and will regret, or they say something they had kept bottled up. Rachel hoped that it was the former. She wouldn't know what to do if he had actually meant what he said. She sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"God Ross, you can be so stupid sometimes," she murmured, her anger fading considerably. She was mostly just worried about Chandler now.

Rachel glanced at the door to Apartment 19, wondering if she should go in. She wanted to more than anything, but she wasn't sure if Chandler would want her to. He had been pretty angry. At Ross, not her, Rachel reminded herself. She sighed and opened the door.

Chandler was sitting in his barcalounger, apparently deep in thought. Rachel walked over and sat down on the arm of the recliner. Chandler didn't look at her, and Rachel wasn't even sure if he was aware of her presence until he took her hand. She let him pull her down so she was sitting on the cushion next to him. Rachel curled up next to him, kissing his forehead gently. They sat in silence for a long time; both lost in their thoughts.

"Did you ever see the movie 'City of Angels?" Chandler asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I think we watched it together," Rachel answered, smiling slightly.

"Do you remember the song that was in that? By the Goo Goo Dolls"

"It's called 'Iris'," Rachel murmured, frowning slightly. She knew the song well, but was unsure if that was the name.

"Yeah, that's the one," Chandler said, a sad smile spreading across his face. "Sometimes I feel like that song was written for me, you know?" Rachel nodded; she could understand that.

"That song is kinda a love song though," she said after a moment's silence.

"I know, but sometimes it's like that. Like I don't want the world to see me. Because I'm not sure if they would really understand what they were seeing."

"Who would you give up forever to touch?" Rachel asked softly. Chandler glanced at her, then looked away, a shy smile covering his face.

"I think you know, Rach," he mumbled. Rachel smiled and hugged him closer.

"I think I do too," she whispered. Chandler sighed, leaning his head against hers.

"I know Ross was just trying to help me… I shouldn't have yelled at him, I was just frustrated," he muttered, finally bringing up the subject they had both been thinking about.

"I know sweetie; believe me, I yelled at him a bit too. And slapped him." Chandler looked at her in surprise.

"Why?" Rachel shrugged.

"He said something that was unforgivable," she said softly.

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. I know he feels terrible about it."

"And now he has a sore cheek," Chandler commented after a beat. Rachel giggled, all of her anger at Ross finally leaving her. Chandler watched her for a moment, then started laughing as well.

"Yeah, I guess he does," she said, still smiling slightly. Chandler grinned at her.

"What are you going to do about Sarah?" she asked, turning serious once more. Chandler sighed.

"I'm not sure," he said softly. "I'm obviously gonna go talk to her, but I don't know when. I have a funny feeling that I should do it soon though." He didn't elaborate, and Rachel didn't mind. She wasn't sure she wanted to know about Chandler's 'funny feeling'.

"You mean, maybe go see her tonight?"

"Maybe…I don't know, I'll have to think about it a bit more," he said thoughtfully, then smiled. "Least I know where she lives."

"Yeah." Rachel frowned, also deep in thought. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"Thanks, but I think I have to do this on my own," Chandler told her. Rachel nodded, sighing softly.

"Just…tell me when you're gonna go," she said firmly. "I don't want to sit around wondering where you are."

"I promise," Chandler murmured. There was another silence as they both were once again lost in their thoughts.

"I really love that song," Chandler said after a while. Rachel looked at him in astonishment.

"Are you still thinking about that!" she exclaimed. Chandler nodded, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Will you do something for me?" he asked softly. Rachel nodded.

"Anything."

"Sing it for me? I haven't heard it for ages." Rachel stared at Chandler in horror.

"You want me to sing for you?" she hissed. Chandler smiled.

"If it's not too much trouble."

"But…but, I can't sing!"

"Come on Rach, I've heard you sing before! You have a nice voice," Chandler insisted.

"No, you have a nice voice! I sound like a dying cat! Why don't you sing it? You can actually sing."

"Because I want you to sing it." Chandler looked at her with hopeful blue eyes, and Rachel found it impossible to resist.

"Okay, but if you tell anybody…"

"My lips are sealed," Chandler promised. Rachel rolled her eyes, then laughed.

"Okay, here we go." Chandler smiled, holding her tight as she quietly sang to him. To anyone else, it might have sounded like a dying cat, but to Chandler it sounded like heaven. He kissed her cheek after she finished, uttering one word.

"Thankyou."

And I'd give up forever to touch you

Cause I know that you feel me so well

You're the closest to heaven that Ill ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later it's over

I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

All the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

And I don't want the world to see me

Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's meant to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am