Wow. Suddenly I don't feel very safe in my own home, with fashion hottie trying to track me down hehe. I really am sorry for what I did but hey! Least I didn't write for the show! Joey lives on in real life...I guess that's something..who am I kidding, that's nothing! I'm sorry I killed him, but...but at least he is with Ross and Phoebe now! hehe, thankyou for all your wonderful reviews! They were great, if a little scary! I still am picturing you all sharpening your knives and going on a witch hunt for me haha, but oh well! Please read and review and please enjoy! Oh, and Chan4Mon4Eva4Eva...I sleep veeeeeeeeeeeery well hehe.

I do not own friends/actors/characters, but I wouldnt mind a grieving Chandler in my arms!...even though it would mean that he was upset...and that would make me upset:(

"Here."

Rachel held out a stick of gum that she had salvaged from her pocket.

Chandler stared at it blankly for a moment then took it. "Thanks," he said dully, unwrapping the stick. Rachel watched as he put it in his mouth, then wrapped her arms around him once more. She needed to feel the comfort that their embrace gave her. She needed to feel it otherwise she knew she would start crying yet again.

She couldn't cry; not again. It had taken her so long to stop earlier, almost as long as Chandler.

They had cried for the better part of the hour.

Rachel had been the first one to stop, knowing that she had to. Knowing that she couldn't continue to cry. Not when Chandler needed her.

She had continued to hold him as he cried, as he wailed, as he screamed. Gradually his agonised cries had turned into pained sobs, and then disappeared altogether.

It had taken him a while to sit up; to move, but Chandler had done it. He had sat up, pulled away from Rachel and given her a blank look. That look hadn't left his face since.

Rachel was sure that her heart had been broken countless times in the short period that they had been in the cave. Not only because of Joey, but because of the pain that Chandler was feeling. She had been devastated over the loss of Joey, sure, but she could not begin to think what Chandler was going through at that moment.

That look on his face; that lost, blank look, had been the cause for the majority of those heartbreaks. She wanted to help Chandler, more then anything. Wanted to get that broken look off of his face and replace it with a smile. He didn't look right without a smile.

"We have to find Monica."

Even his voice was different. There was no happy note in his voice anymore. There really wasn't anything. His voice sounded as lifeless as he looked.

Rachel sighed, pulling him closer. She wanted to make the pain go away. Not just his pain, but hers as well. Hers, Joey's, everyone's. She wanted everything to be like it was before. For the six of them to sit on the couch, drinking their daily coffee as Gunther waited on them hand and foot. She wanted the world to not be ending, but for it to be alive and thriving, free of all the pain. Free of all the destruction. Free of all the chaos.

But that wasn't going to happen. Rachel realised that. They had no hope. There was nothing she could do; no way for her to save the planet.

The only thing she could do was save Chandler and possibly Monica. But Monica wasn't around now, so she only had Chandler to worry about for the moment.

She was going to look after him; take care of him as much as she could. Not only for her own self gratification, but for Joey's as well. He would have done the same in this situation, but he wasn't around anymore, so it had fallen on her and Monica's feet.

And as Monica was still gone, it was up to Rachel.

She was going to do everything in her power to take care of her friend; to look after him for as long as they had on this doomed planet.

"We have to find Monica," Chandler said again. Rachel heard his voice crack as he said Monica's name and she knew what he was thinking.

What if they found Monica in the same state as they had found Joey?

It wasn't something that Rachel wanted to even consider, but she couldn't seem to stop. It was a possibility.

"I know…we'll go in a minute," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his temple.

"I saw Ross and Phoebe…in my dream…Joey…Joey is with them now."

Rachel pulled Chandler closer still, briefly shutting her eyes against the tears that threatened.

"Yeah…at least they're together," she murmured. Chandler nodded, closing his eyes. Rachel watched him for a moment, wondering if he was going to cry again.

No.

She was sure that he had cried all his tears.

He had done his grieving for Joey and now he had his fiancée to think about.

"It's been a minute," he whispered a moment later. A small smile crossed Rachel's face and she nodded.

"You're right. In fact, I think it has been two."

"We better get going then."

Rachel nodded again then gently pulled away from her friend. He glanced at her briefly, then turned his head away. Rachel's maternal instincts came forth instantly as she got a good look at his face. She touched his head gingerly; scowling slightly at the long cut that ran down his temple.

He was hurt.

She had forgotten that.

She had been so preoccupied, and she had completely forgotten.

"Maybe I should check you out first?" she suggested, but Chandler had already begun shaking his head, before she could get the third word out. "You are pretty hurt sweetie."

"I'm fine…we're going." Chandler's voice left no room for discussion, but Rachel still went to protest. Her objection was cut off when Chandler climbed to his feet. It was obvious that he was going, whether or not she agreed. Scowling slightly, she joined him, feeling the gun dig into her back slightly. She had almost forgotten it was there.

"Are you going to be okay?" she couldn't help but ask. It was a ridiculous question really. Chandler had just seen his best friend's body first hand, his future wife was missing and he had more injuries then Manhattan had McDonalds.

"We have to find Monica."

Rachel sighed then nodded. He was deftly avoiding the question, but she wasn't going to push it. Instead she took his hand and started towards the entrance. Chandler tried to pull his hand away, but Rachel kept her grip tight.

"If you won't let me check you over, the least you can do is let me keep a hold of you," she muttered. Chandler sighed, but didn't struggle again.

They walked, hand in hand with Chandler occasionally stumbling, into the open. Rachel listened intently for the sound of footsteps and was happy to find that there were none. That was less complications for them.

"What way do you think?" she asked after a while. Chandler bit his lip and glanced around a couple of times. Rachel watched his eyes flutter from the quick movement and tightened her grip on his hand as his knees buckled slightly.

"I'm fine," he muttered before she could say anything. Rachel rolled her eyes, but didn't comment. "Which way?"

"I just asked that."

"And I'm just considering….I really have no idea…where the hell are we?" Chandler glanced around again.

"We…we ran for a while…we ran from that direction." She pointed to the left of them.

"So that is where we want to go."

"Why?"

"Because that was the way we came from…that was where we were when the explosion happened…that is the most likely place that Monica will be," Chandler said, his voice showing the first sign of emotion since he had stopped crying. His words made sense and Rachel found herself nodding.

"Good point," a thought occurred to her and she bit her lip. "But if we go that way, won't we end up…where…you know…"

"We…we won't end up there…trust me." Rachel nodded again. Chandler didn't want to see Joey anymore then she did. He wouldn't let them get back there.

They began to walk, neither talking. There wasn't really anything to talk about.

"What time is it?" Chandler asked finally. Rachel checked her watch, frowning at the time.

"My watch says that its 3:22…but that can't be right…can it?"

Chandler frowned, and then nodded.

"Yeah…I guess it must be. Time goes quickly when…"

"When you're having fun?" Rachel supplied. Chandler smirked slightly and shook his head.

"I don't consider any of this fun Rach."

"Yeah…me neither."

Silence passed over them once more and they continued walking, Chandler stumbling every now and then. With each slip of his foot, Rachel cursed silently. This just wasn't fair. Nothing was fair anymore.

"Do you hear that?" Chandler whispered, stopping in his tracks. Rachel tensed immediately, straining her ears for any signs of footsteps. Instead, she heard the sound of running water. A small smile appeared on her face and she glanced at Chandler.

"Thirsty?" she asked. Chandler smiled back, although it didn't reach his eyes. He nodded and they started towards the sound.

"Monica would head for water," he said after a moment. Rachel considered this then nodded. It sounded right. She knew that if she was alone in the wild, water would be the first thing she would look for.

"Maybe we might have to cut our search short?" she said softly. Chandler smiled again.

"Hopefully."

They continued to walk, the sound of water growing closer and closer by the second. Finally, water became visible through the trees. Rachel smiled slightly. She hadn't realised just how thirsty she was until that moment. They continued to walk until they reached the waters edge.

"Oh thank god," Rachel whispered as she crouched down; taking the gun from her pants and laying it on the grass. Chandler followed her and they both plunged their hands into the water.

As Rachel drank, she glanced up and frowned. There was something floating in the distance.

"What's that?" she murmured, more to herself then Chandler. But Chandler heard her and followed her gaze. A sudden gasp left his mouth and he pulled her away from the river's edge.

"Close your eyes Rach," he hissed, letting her go. Rachel did as he said.

"Why? What is it Chandler?"

"It's…its nothing." Rachel sighed at his stubbornness.

"Chandler…I think I have seen the worst I can today," she muttered, then opened her eyes. Immediately she wished she hadn't.

"Oh…oh my god," she whimpered, staring in horror at the water. Specifically, what was in the water. The thing she had been looking at had floated closer and it had been followed by many others.

Bodies.

So many bodies.

She tried to look away from the massacre, but she couldn't.

The river was filled with people. Dead people.

She felt the urge to throw up, but found she couldn't.

"Oh my god," she said again. Chandler said nothing and Rachel managed to turn away from the massacre to look at him. He was staring at the bodies blankly. She curled her hand around his then glanced back at the river.

Rachel heard the noise a split second before she felt it. But she didn't have time to react; time to turn around.

A split second wasn't much.

A boot hit her square in the back and Rachel barely had time to cry out before she hit the water, her hand slipping from Chandler's.

Chandler leapt to his feet and whirled around, only to find himself face to face with the barrel of a gun. He stared in horror; not at the gun, but at the person holding the gun. He glanced into the large blue eyes; blues eyes that had once been filled with compassion and love, but were now filled with pure hate.

"Monica," he whispered, but knew it wasn't true.

This wasn't Monica.

Not anymore.