Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Friends or any of these characters. They
belong to NBC and all that other legal mumbo-jumbo. This is just fiction
based on their wonderful television show.
Time frame: This takes place near the end of season nine. Joey and Rachel are together, although this won't have much to do with them. very much a C/M fic.
Please be kind. this is my first Friends fanfic and the first fanfic at all I've written in years. Please review, and enjoy!
FEAR
Chapter 1 - The Threat
Monica Bing sat in Central Perk alone at the gang's usual area, sipping at a coffee and munching on a muffin. She was musing about her and Chandler's inability to have children, wondering if it would ever happen for them, when her friends Joey and Rachel, who have just recently gotten together, walked in, giggling over some inside joke.
"Hey, guys," Monica greeted them. "How's it going?"
Mon was pleased to see the flushed, happy looks on their faces. For so long, she had hoped Rachel and Ross would be able to get it together, especially after the birth of their baby, but it just didn't seem like it was going to happen. Seeing how happy Rachel and Joey seemed to be, Monica could do nothing but smile. They had her approval.
"We're great, Mon, thanks for asking," Rach said as she and Joey sat down next to her, cuddling close together. They kissed, and Joey went up to the bar to order 2 coffees.
"Sooooo. how did it go when you guys told Ross this afternoon?" Monica asked, eager to gossip.
"Well. he took it kind of badly to start with. but Joey pointed out to him that he wasted no time after Joey and Charlie broke up, and Ross couldn't argue with that. He seemed to realize how happy Joey makes me, and so he gave us his blessing!"
"Rach, that's Igreat!/I"
"I know!"
Joey came over with their coffee, and the trio gossiped for awhile, until Monica decided to go on upstairs and wait for Chandler to come home. She still wanted to keep trying for that baby, even though she and Chandler were considering adoption, and she was at the best part of her cycle for that.
Monica walked up to the apartment, and was surprised to see that the door wasn't shut completely. "That's weird," she murmured, feeling a slight tremor of fear, but brushed it off. Either she had for some reason forgotten to pull it shut all the way, or one of her friends had. There was nothing to worry about.
Taking a deep breath, Monica pushed the door all the way open - and gasped. It was her worst nightmare.
Everything in the apartment was strewn across the furniture and on the floor. What was left of the china Chandler hadn't broken at Thanksgiving was shattered on the kitchen floor, as well as their less expensive tableware. Various pieces of cookware were scattered in the mess. The couch was turned upside down. The television lay on the floor, where it appeared to have been thrown. The closet Monica used for junk was open and half the stuff inside had fallen out into the floor.
Monica fought the urge to scream, and dazedly walked inside. She stood in the middle of the mess and tears began to threaten behind her eyelids. She didn't know what to do. She could see into her and Chandler's bedroom and see the same disaster had been made in there. Upon closer inspection of the things strewn across the floor, she realized most of it was broken or torn. She took a closer look at the upturned sofa and realized that something resembling chocolate sauce had been poured onto it. She felt like she was going to throw up. Almost everything of hers and Chandler's had been ruined.
That's when she saw it. The piece of paper with the knife stabbed into it, on the chair that Chandler and Joey liked to argue over. Shaking, Monica slowly walked over to it. Using a sandwich bag that was in the floor for a glove, she carefully pulled the knife out and picked up the piece of paper.
It read, in typed script:
Dear Monica,
Think this is bad?
Just wait until what is coming.
Soon, you will have no one and nothing left. Then I will come for you.
Love,
Your Friend
The letter drifted to the floor from Monica's hand. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"Mon!" she heard Rachel's voice call. "Do you think you could possibly baby-sit Emma to." she heard Rachel's voice trail off as Rachel walked into the apartment and stop in her tracks. "Monica? Oh my God, what happened?" Rachel shrieked, rushing to Monica's side as she continued to take in the ruined apartment.
"I don't know. I just came in. and it was like this. and then I found this note attached to the chair with the knife." Monica felt like she might faint.
Rachel read the note, her face turning pale as she realized her friend and possibly everyone else had been threatened. "I'm calling the police." She pulled out her cell phone and dialed.
While Rachel did that, Monica wondered, Who would hate me enough to do this to me?
Time frame: This takes place near the end of season nine. Joey and Rachel are together, although this won't have much to do with them. very much a C/M fic.
Please be kind. this is my first Friends fanfic and the first fanfic at all I've written in years. Please review, and enjoy!
FEAR
Chapter 1 - The Threat
Monica Bing sat in Central Perk alone at the gang's usual area, sipping at a coffee and munching on a muffin. She was musing about her and Chandler's inability to have children, wondering if it would ever happen for them, when her friends Joey and Rachel, who have just recently gotten together, walked in, giggling over some inside joke.
"Hey, guys," Monica greeted them. "How's it going?"
Mon was pleased to see the flushed, happy looks on their faces. For so long, she had hoped Rachel and Ross would be able to get it together, especially after the birth of their baby, but it just didn't seem like it was going to happen. Seeing how happy Rachel and Joey seemed to be, Monica could do nothing but smile. They had her approval.
"We're great, Mon, thanks for asking," Rach said as she and Joey sat down next to her, cuddling close together. They kissed, and Joey went up to the bar to order 2 coffees.
"Sooooo. how did it go when you guys told Ross this afternoon?" Monica asked, eager to gossip.
"Well. he took it kind of badly to start with. but Joey pointed out to him that he wasted no time after Joey and Charlie broke up, and Ross couldn't argue with that. He seemed to realize how happy Joey makes me, and so he gave us his blessing!"
"Rach, that's Igreat!/I"
"I know!"
Joey came over with their coffee, and the trio gossiped for awhile, until Monica decided to go on upstairs and wait for Chandler to come home. She still wanted to keep trying for that baby, even though she and Chandler were considering adoption, and she was at the best part of her cycle for that.
Monica walked up to the apartment, and was surprised to see that the door wasn't shut completely. "That's weird," she murmured, feeling a slight tremor of fear, but brushed it off. Either she had for some reason forgotten to pull it shut all the way, or one of her friends had. There was nothing to worry about.
Taking a deep breath, Monica pushed the door all the way open - and gasped. It was her worst nightmare.
Everything in the apartment was strewn across the furniture and on the floor. What was left of the china Chandler hadn't broken at Thanksgiving was shattered on the kitchen floor, as well as their less expensive tableware. Various pieces of cookware were scattered in the mess. The couch was turned upside down. The television lay on the floor, where it appeared to have been thrown. The closet Monica used for junk was open and half the stuff inside had fallen out into the floor.
Monica fought the urge to scream, and dazedly walked inside. She stood in the middle of the mess and tears began to threaten behind her eyelids. She didn't know what to do. She could see into her and Chandler's bedroom and see the same disaster had been made in there. Upon closer inspection of the things strewn across the floor, she realized most of it was broken or torn. She took a closer look at the upturned sofa and realized that something resembling chocolate sauce had been poured onto it. She felt like she was going to throw up. Almost everything of hers and Chandler's had been ruined.
That's when she saw it. The piece of paper with the knife stabbed into it, on the chair that Chandler and Joey liked to argue over. Shaking, Monica slowly walked over to it. Using a sandwich bag that was in the floor for a glove, she carefully pulled the knife out and picked up the piece of paper.
It read, in typed script:
Dear Monica,
Think this is bad?
Just wait until what is coming.
Soon, you will have no one and nothing left. Then I will come for you.
Love,
Your Friend
The letter drifted to the floor from Monica's hand. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"Mon!" she heard Rachel's voice call. "Do you think you could possibly baby-sit Emma to." she heard Rachel's voice trail off as Rachel walked into the apartment and stop in her tracks. "Monica? Oh my God, what happened?" Rachel shrieked, rushing to Monica's side as she continued to take in the ruined apartment.
"I don't know. I just came in. and it was like this. and then I found this note attached to the chair with the knife." Monica felt like she might faint.
Rachel read the note, her face turning pale as she realized her friend and possibly everyone else had been threatened. "I'm calling the police." She pulled out her cell phone and dialed.
While Rachel did that, Monica wondered, Who would hate me enough to do this to me?