Well, i nearly killed myself doing it, but I managed another chapter tonight. It's only short, but I only wanted it short. I had a specific ending for this chapter in mind, one that i was going to use for the last chapter, but i didnt want the last chapter to be that long...of that made sense...of course it didnt! Anyway, there is something in this chap for those people missing a couple of certain people...please read and review and please, for the love of god, do not hurt me in any way! I told you this story wasnt going to have a happy ending! Please read and review...and I love you!

I do not own friends/characters/actors but I am working towards making Jennifer Aniston own Matt Perry...they would be the perdect couple! With the exception of me and Matt Perry

"Chan…Chan…Chandler."

Chandler grimaced at the voice. It was annoying. Why couldn't it just let him sleep? He was so tired. He couldn't think of the last time he had been this tired. He didn't think he had ever been.

"Chandler…you have to wake up man…come on man, you can't do this…" the voice was familiar; hauntingly familiar, but Chandler couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. He was too tired, and too sore. "Monica needs you…Rach needs you…Joey needs you…Wake up!"

Chandler's eyes snapped open at the loud voice that was directly in his ear. He stared up in confusion at the face that stared down at him.

"Ross?" he whispered. "How…you aren't supposed to be here…you're dead…or-" Chandler suddenly sat up, backing away in horror.

"Chandler?" His voice was gentle, and Ross looked concerned. So concerned that it made Chandler doubt for just a second. But then that second was over and Chandler was sure. Ross had been taken over.

"Get…get away from me," he gasped, pressing his back up against a tree. Ross shook his head and stepped closer.

"Chan…listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you." Chandler shook his throbbing head, feeling something running down his cheek. Sweat, he ventured a guess. Or blood.

Blood seemed more probable at that moment. He had just been-

What had he been?

There had been an explosion…or had there? Chandler's head was so foggy, he couldn't remember.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Ross repeated. Chandler shook his head once more, closing his eyes at the pain that caused. He opened them again, and was surprised and more then a little relieved to find Ross gone. He wasn't lurking over him anymore. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. Chandler frowned. How was that possible?

He glanced behind him, seeing nothing but broken trees, dirt and rocks. No Ross.

No Monica, or Joey or Rachel.

They weren't anywhere to be seen.

Chandler let out a small gasp, then grabbed the tree. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, crying out at the pain that caused. It would fade, he hoped.

It didn't matter. He had to help Monica. He had to help his friends.

Chandler stood still for a moment, waiting for his head to stop spinning. Waiting, and deciding which way to go. North, he decided. He had no idea why he thought north; it had appeared in his head as if from nowhere. He also had no idea how he knew where north was, but he did.

Chandler took a deep breath, fighting down his non existent breakfast. He turned around, then let out a shriek and fell back down to the ground.

"Sorry…didn't mean to scare you," Ross apologised. Chandler stared at him in horror.

"How…how…where did you go?" he sputtered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Does it really matter?"

"Well…yes, I think it does."

"Chan, look," Ross crouched down next to Chandler, who edged away slightly. He didn't trust this, didn't trust Ross and his sudden appearance. "What? You think I'm going to, oh, I don't know, uh, hurt you or something?"

Chandler frowned at his friend's words. It sounded like Ross, what with the twenty minutes to say a sentence and all.

"Well…not you…that thing that may or may not be inside of you," Chandler muttered. Ross smiled slightly.

"There is nothing inside me Chandler…no alien in this body."

"How did you know about the aliens enslaving people then?" Chandler asked suspiciously. Ross sighed, and rubbed his forehead.

"Look man, you have to listen to me, okay?"

"Okay," Chandler said warily, still not trusting his friend.

"You're hurt-"

"Well, thank you Doctor Genius for pointing that out, I would have been lost without you!"

Chandler watched as Ross closed his eyes briefly, obviously in annoyance.

"…anyway," he continued, opening his eyes. "You're pretty banged up man. There was an explosion…you got thrown pretty far and got separated from the others. Not by much, but still separated. And knowing you guys, you will start heading the opposite way to one another, and end up in Mexico before you realise that maybe you went the wrong way."

"Ross, give us a little credit…only Joey would do that."

"Good point…anyway, what I'm, uh, trying to say is, the other's need you Chan. You're the smartest and strongest person here."

"Well, you're here now…you're smarter then me. You can help us…unless you have an alien in you," Chandler looked suspiciously at his friend once more. "Yeah, I'm going to need to see your neck, Mon Frere."

"Chan…you're still the smartest one here."

"Oh, okay Dr Gellar, I guess I got thrown by that PhD of yours," Chandler said sarcastically, wincing slightly. Ross rolled his eyes.

"Okay, maybe you aren't the smartest guy in the group," he said tiredly.

"Yeah…you still hold that crown my man."

"That's not what I, uh, meant Chan." Chandler stared at Ross for a moment, confused. He could have probably worked out what his friend was saying on another day, but his brain wasn't exactly very fast today. Probably had something to do with his fatigue…and the possible concussion he now possessed.

"Well, I'm sorry Ross, but I am currently more confused then Joey during a science lecture," Chandler muttered. Ross let out a sigh and rubbed his face.

"Oh for crying out loud Chandler, it's so obvious!" Chandler jumped at the new voice, then turned to find Phoebe standing over him.

"Pheebs? You're here too?"

"Yeah, and I'm getting bored. Can we hurry this up?" she asked Ross. Chandler glanced from Ross to Phoebe, no longer afraid that he was going to end up an alien. He was too confused to be worrying about that.

"Okay…where did you come from?" Phoebe rolled her eyes at his words.

"Well, now isn't exactly the time to explain how babies are born Chandler, you have to focus!" she exclaimed. It was Chandler's turn to roll his eyes.

"No, I mean, where did you come from now, but please, don't put off that sex talk. Maybe it will be even more embarrassing the second time round?"

"Oh, now? Oh, I came from…well, I don't know…wow, this is kinda hard!" she let out a small giggle, then stopped as she spotted both Ross and Chandler staring at her. "Oh, so it's okay for Chandler to be clueless, but not Phoebe?" she asked angrily.

"Okay, Chan, here's the deal," Ross took a deep breath. "Me and, uh, Pheebs-"

"We're kinda dead," Phoebe interrupted. "Bummer, huh?" she saw Ross glaring at her. "Sorry, I just thought it would be quicker for me to tell him! You would have taken forever!"

"You guys are dead?" Chandler exclaimed.

"I think so…I don't know, this is your consciousness," Ross muttered.

"What?"

"Okay…we're hallucinations. We may be dead; we're not sure because you're not sure," Phoebe supplied. Chandler looked at her.

"You're hallucinations?"

"Yeah…we're here to, I don't know, help you I guess…I don't know, you're the one dreaming this conversation up!" Ross gave Chandler a look of annoyance.

"Wow…you seemed to be annoyed at me a lot in my subconscious," Chandler muttered, then cleared his throat. "Okay…so how are you guys going to help me?"

"Well, to tell you that the others need help, duh!" Phoebe flashed Chandler a winning smile, while he looked at her in exasperation.

"…that's it? I already knew that! And now I've wasted, like, five minutes with you when I could have been helping my friends!"

"Well, sorry for trying to help!" Ross exclaimed. Chandler rolled his eyes.

"No, there has to be something more."

"Okay, here's the deal…you're hurt, you're exhausted, and you're worried…we just thought you could use a friendly face while you sleep," Phoebe explained.

"I'm asleep?"

"Well…yeah…so really, we aren't wasting your time, because you are sleeping anyway, so you are wasting your time." Chandler stared at Phoebe. It may have been the concussion, but that had made sense.

"So, we're, uh, kinda here to wake you up, man," Ross piped up. "Oh, and to say…a lot of bad stuff is happening but…don't give up Chan…maybe everything that happens is for the best, you know?"

"So, everybody dying is for the best? You guys dying is for the best?" Chandler asked.

"Well, death is only the beginning," Phoebe reminded him.

"Uh…actually Pheebs, I don't think that's true…"

"Well, we know you don't, Mr - I need to see proof for everything."

Chandler smiled as he watched his friends –his hallucinations – argue. It was a sense of normalcy in the crazy world that had become his life.

"Oh please, there is totally proof that dinosaurs existed!" Ross exclaimed.

"What, those bones you dug up? They could be from anything!"

"Uh guys…sorry to interrupt, but I really have to go save everyone," Chandler said softly, shaking his head slightly at the fact that he was kind of talking to himself.

"What? Oh, yeah," Ross glanced at Phoebe quickly. "Well discuss this later Pheebs."

"Oh, I can't wait."

"Alright buddy, it's been fun, and I'll see you soon," Ross said smiling.

"Those words just do not fill me with confidence," Chandler muttered.

"Aha! You said you'll see him soon! You do believe in the afterlife!" Phoebe exclaimed. Ross rolled his eyes.

"I'm kind of jealous of you man…but I suppose you are stuck with Monica," he murmured. Chandler smirked, then frowned as Ross held out his hand.

"What?"

"Take my hand man."

"Why?"

"Just do it!" Chandler grabbed Ross' hand and was pulled to his feet, shutting his eyes in an attempt to ward off the pain. When he opened them again, Ross and Phoebe were gone.

"Interesting hallucination," he muttered to himself, then turned until he was facing north. It still seemed the right way.

Chandler started to run, ignoring the intense pain that coursed through his body with each step. He was hurt. Worse then before. But he couldn't let that stop him. He had to find his friends – find Monica – and soon.

He didn't have to go far. After a short, but exhausting run, Chandler came across a body. He stopped and stared down at the pale face. Michelle, he recognised miserably. He hadn't known her for long, but it still hurt him to see her dead. He let out a sigh, then frowned. Joey had been holding onto her. He was probably close. Chandler looked up and noticed the legs lying on the ground, the rest of the body obscured by trees. Joey's legs. He was still unconscious.

That didn't surprise Chandler one bit. Joey had always been a late sleeper, he thought as he made his way to his friend. Plus, he himself had just woken up, and he had had some help. Sure, it had been imaginary Ross and Phoebe, but he had still had some help.

Chandler stepped closer and suddenly all of Joey was in view. He froze, his eyes taking in the sight in front of him. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't do anything. Well, he could do one thing. He started to scream; loudly and hysterically.

"Where is his head? Where is his head?"