Hello kids! I'm back from my little trip, and I'm annoyed! My internet is being lovely and ANNOYING and that is the reason why this didnt have an authors note for a little while...but I'm trying to fix it! Anyway, onto the story...this started out as a challenge from my friend Deanne (what challenge, I wont tell you, it will give away future happenings) and somehow I twisted that challenge into this...hmm. I'm not entirely sure where I am going with this, so just, as usual, bear with me! The title, Meridian, comes from an ep of stargate (the one where Daniel died:() I always thought it was pretty, and it has other meanings too...ones that I'm not entirely sure of. But, I'm not sure if I will incorpirate the title into the story...I mainly chose it cause it sounded pretty! And this story contains lyrics from Lifehouse's song 'You and Me', as does the summary...so please read and review and I promise to update soon! Not just this, but my other stories!
I do not own friends/actors/characters/lifehouse, but I do own a rather big vein in my forehead, caused my intolerance to incompitent internets! Oh, I also own the stargate ep and the lifehouse song!
A murky colour coated the sky, leaving Chandler with a barrage of uneasiness.
He stared up at it thoughtfully, watching the lightening streak through the unnaturally coloured clouds. It was like something out of a science fiction movie, he thought as he turned his gaze to his surroundings. He was right out side of Central Perk, yet there were no people in sight. In fact, it seemed as though he was in the middle of a ghost town, something you saw usually in western films. He was in a sci fi western.
Wind blew through his hair, faster then it seemed possible, yet his stance didn't waver once.
"You always were the last one standing."
Chandler turned to find Phoebe looking at him calmly, a look that seemed odd, given the fact that her eyes were a milky colour, any shade that had once lingered there now gone. Chandler's mouth fell open at the strange sight, and he took in the way his friends blonde hair lay motionless despite the wind.
"Pheebs."
"Always standing. Never falling; never giving in. What day is it? This clock never seemed so alive."
Chandler's mouth opened wider still; Phoebe's words stranger than usual. The way her milky eyes regarded him calmly worried him also.
"Pheebs…what the hell is going on?"
"Time is different here. Stops, then starts as it pleases. No warning. The clock jumps back and forth; never so alive, never so daunting." Chandler frowned as Phoebe held up an alarm clock, her face still as calm as ever. His gaze moved from her face to the clock as it began to tick. The minute hand jumped forward then leapt back, leaving Chandler in a dazed wonder. Phoebe smirked – the first real emotion exhibited – then glanced skyward. "Oh."
"What?" Chandler dragged his eyes away from the erratic clock, glancing at Phoebe for a beat before moving his gaze to the sky. "Wow," he murmured, taking in the suddenly clear blue sky. "When did that happen?"
"It's clear now, but it will return. You will see it again; you will see everything again."
"Pheebs, I don't-"
"What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive." Phoebe raised the alarm clock once more, and Chandler watched as the hands spun recklessly, then abruptly stopped. 11:59, it had stopped at. Chandler winced as the clock began to ring relentlessly. He covered his ears in a desperate attempt to drown out the deafening noise, but it still penetrated his senses. Phoebe smiled at him, her eyes suddenly filling with colour. "Times up."
"His BP is crashing!"
"We're losing him!"
Chandler turned around, thankful to have the ringing gone, but confused by the new sounds. The sight that greeted him was not one that many expected. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of it all. Medical staff, rushing frantically around a person on a gurney; new blood soaking their already soiled clothing. He pressed his hands up against the cool glass, his vision moving to the victims face.
"It seems hopeless."
Rachel stepped up next to him, watching the scene that was laid out in front of them. "It is hopeless. Look at you."
"I am looking," Chandler whispered.
"So much blood, so much pain. So little hope. They know that, but still they try to save you. A lost cause, but it is their job."
"Rach, what is going on?" Chandler asked after a long pause, still unable to tear his eyes away from the shocking scene in front of him.
"What do you mean?"
"How am I watching this? Am I gonna die? Am I already dead? Are you dead?"
Rachel merely smiled, turning to face him. "Time will tell Chandler, and time is erratic. This clock-"
"Never seemed so alive, I got it."
"Do you?" Rachel smirked, turning back to Chandler's injured form. "Times up Chandler, but at the same time, it's only just begun. It really depends on your point of view."
"What?"
"Just lay still Chandler, that's right." Chandler gasped in a panic, blinking up at the man with the kind eyes leaning over him. "Deep breaths Chandler, that's it."
"Rach," Chandler managed to utter, his foggy mind weighed down more so by her sudden disappearance. That, and the kind eyed man sudden appearance. And when had he lain down?
Blinking once more, Chandler failed to notice the look exchanged between the man and the woman across the room. What he did notice was the clock on the wall beside him. He watched as it clicked over from 11:59 to 12:00. Was that midday or midnight?
Chandler blinked once more then gave into the darkness that beckoned; the question remaining unanswered.