Well, here we are ladies and gents...this story is now over...sniff. My last chapter...there will be no more...and I am sad. But I must be strong! For I have other stories to work on hehe! Now I feel the need to tell you all something...this ending was actually the very first thing I wrote on this story! I got the idea from the words 'Where is his head?' but I wrote this before I wrote that chapter...so if anyone is annoyed at me for ending it like this and not going along with any of their suggestions, I just have to remind you that I have been commited to this ending for a month...nothing was going to sway me hehe.

I must thank everybody for their reviews...they have been great, if a little scary at times hehe. You guys certainly don't like me killing people! But thankyou everybody...and I just have to say to Taylor...I'm a bit upset that you finally got hooked on chapter 13...because I dont have much more for you to read! But oh well, I'm glad everybody enjoyed it, and I hope you all read my other stories too! Hell, anybody who hasnt might want to read Climbing the Walls...just a suggestion hehe.

So thanks, and I will see you kids in the movies! Peace out!

I do not own Friends/actors/characters, but I do own this story!

His knees buckled.

Before Chandler could do anything to stop it, he went tumbling to the ground, his hand slipping out of Rachel's.

"Chandler!" she shrieked, reaching down and grabbing his hands. "Chandler, we have to keep going! They're getting closer!" She helped him to his feet, tightening her grip on his hand.

They ran; the footsteps growing closer and closer with each minute. Chandler knew it was hopeless. He also knew that he wouldn't last much longer. He was too hurt; losing too much blood. He could feel his life slipping away from him, but he knew he had to go on.

If they had a chance, they had to take it. Even though it seemed useless; even though it was useless, he wasn't ready to give up yet. He could barely keep his legs under him, but he wasn't ready to give up yet. He couldn't do that to Rachel; not unless every other option had been extinguished.

Chandler felt the gun digging into his back as he stumbled along; the gun that Rachel didn't know he possessed. He had realised; even when he was crying over Monica, he had known. Just before he had stood up after placing Monica in the lake, his hand had found the discarded gun that Rachel had fired at his fiancée. While Rachel was watching Monica, he had slipped it into his pants; knowing that he may need it.

Knowing that there was a possibility that they might get enslaved. Knowing that he would do anything to stop that from happening.

He had seen what had happened to Monica; to the person he loved more than anything else on this world. He had seen how she had been trapped, tortured and punished, and he knew that he wouldn't let neither he nor Rachel suffer through that.

Chandler felt the gun digging into his back as he stumbled along, and he was glad it was there.

"Rach," he gasped, spots dancing in front of him. The footsteps grew closer.

"We have to keep going Chandler," Rachel insisted, pulling on his hand. Chandler stumbled once more and nearly fell to the ground.

"I…I don't know if…" his knees buckled once more and Chandler found himself on the ground again. This time Rachel didn't shriek his name. Chandler felt her standing over him, heard the sob escape from her mouth. Felt her hands wrap around his wrists. Felt the dirt and rocks beneath him as she started to drag him.

Chandler wanted to say something; wanted to tell her to leave him, but he found he couldn't. Not because he was too exhausted, but because he was too selfish. He didn't want Rachel to leave him. He didn't want to die alone. So, in a way, he was glad she was dragging him, although he wasn't sure what use it was. The footsteps were closer then ever, and Chandler suddenly realised that they were surrounded. The footsteps were closing in on them from all angles. Even if he wasn't selfish and had told Rachel to run, she wouldn't have made it far. It was better that she stay with him; better that she be with him until the end. No one should die on their lonesome.

The dragging stopped and Chandler heard Rachel sitting down next to him. There was a silence.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, tears filling his eyes. "I'm so sorry, I…I'm…I hurt so much."

"You don't have to explain yourself Chandler…I knew you were hurt…I know that you should be in a hospital at the moment," Rachel soothed, running her hands gently through his dirty hair. Chandler felt something wet fall on his cheek and realised that she was crying. He sighed and started to push himself up.

"What are you doing?"

"I am not going to just lay here…I'm feeling much better." It was a lie, but Chandler felt that he could move once more. He had enjoyed a little rest, and now he had things to do.

"Liar," Rachel whispered, helping him sit up. For the first time since he had collapsed, Chandler took a look around. They were well hidden, and Chandler felt a sense of pride wash over him, knowing that Rachel had done well. They wouldn't be found for a while. That gave them enough time. Time to have their beautiful goodbye. Or at the very least, a bittersweet one.

"You caught me," Chandler joked, glancing at her. Rachel smiled, leaning her head against his.

"This isn't how I imagined this Chandler," she murmured. Chandler nodded, clasping her hand gently.

"I know Rach…I know."

"They will be here soon."

"Yeah…"

There was a short silence, neither wanting to say it. Neither wanting to admit what they both knew was coming.

"What happens now?" Rachel whispered finally, even though she already knew.

"Now…now we go find Mon. And Joey. And Ross and Phoebe," Chandler answered softly. Rachel swallowed and nodded.

"And then we can say goodbye to them?"

Chandler shook his head, a small smile spreading across his face.

"No…we can say hello to them."

"I like the sound of that…so, really, we don't need our beautiful goodbye here either, do we?"

"No…but it would be nice though," Chandler said looking at her. Rachel nodded.

"I love you Chandler," she said after a beat.

"I know…I love you too Rach."

"…not in that way though," she added a moment later. Chandler smiled, kissing her forehead in the dark.

"I know that too," he whispered. Rachel shuddered, hearing the footsteps come closer. The odd, unnatural footsteps that surrounded them.

"I'm scared Chandler," she whimpered.

"I know…but we wont be for much longer," Chandler said softly, his voice weak from his injuries. Rachel trembled again, her breath coming out in short gasps. She pressed her body closer still to Chandler's broken one, listening to the footsteps come closer still, accompanied by an odd chattering noise. They were speaking to each other, she realised. Among the chattering, she could make out human voices. People who had been enslaved.

"Oh god," she whimpered. "Chandler…"

"It's nearly over Rach," he whispered. "Just close your eyes."

"Something new and different huh?" she gasped, staring into Chandler's blue eyes through the darkness. He smiled shakily.

"You know it." Rachel let out a short laugh, burying her face into Chandler's injured shoulder. He flinched and then moved. Rachel knew that he was reaching behind him and suddenly realised what he was reaching for.

"Chandler," she whimpered as the footsteps grew even closer. Chandler tensed and Rachel let out a terrified cry, knowing that the aliens were within their view.

"Eyes closed," Chandler reminded her. Rachel nodded, gasping slightly. She didn't close her eyes though; not yet. Instead she chose to keep them buried in Chandler's shoulder. Chandler kissed her forehead again. "Just keep them closed."

"Always," Rachel whispered, knowing that word would be her last. She knew that the footsteps were so close now, and that they couldn't be enslaved. She knew that Chandler; injured, bleeding Chandler was going to do what he had to. Going to do what they needed to do to keep from getting enslaved. Selfishly she was glad that he was the one to do it. She would never have been able to, but Chandler had always been stronger then her. She listened to his heart beating in her ear, relishing in the sound of life for a short moment. Chandler alive was a wonderful thing, but something that couldn't last. That the beating of his heart was going to end, but not before hers.

She moved away slightly, giving Chandler a bit of room. She knew that they were going to die then. Knew that the sob that Chandler had just emitted would be the last thing she heard. Knew that the fresh wind against her skin was going to be the last thing she felt. That and the cool barrel of the gun.

She knew that the breath she was taking would be her last.

She knew that she would be seeing her friend's soon, and that she would be happy.

Rachel finished taking her breath, savouring the feeling. It was something she would never feel again.

She closed her eyes.