A/N: Okay, so it's been two and a half years since I updated this story, but who's keeping count? At least this way those of you who haven't seen this before can read it all at once. 

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Friends.

Chapter 6: Revelations

Monica awakened in her bed the next morning, alone. Her sleep had been interrupted throughout the night by nightmares of what might be happening to Chandler. Finally at about six a.m., she crawled out of bed.

Ross was still sleeping on the couch. She crept past him to avoid waking him and went to turn on her coffee maker; she was going to need all the caffeine she could get to stay strong. When she walked past the door, though, she noticed a white envelope under it. With shaking hands, she picked it up and opened it. A note, written in block type, was inside.

"Monica,

Your husband is losing a lot of blood fast – he is on his way to a slow and painful death. If you want to see him again before he dies, meet me at the old abandoned warehouse at the address below. Don't tell anyone where you're going, especially not the police, or I will make sure he dies. Don't be stupid. Be here by noon or he's dead."

Monica looked at the address – it was not far from her apartment, only about six blocks away. She didn't want to leave without telling anyone where she was going, but she was afraid that the attacker was serious and would kill Chandler if she told anyone. She glanced worriedly at Ross, still sleeping on the sofa. She slipped back into the bedroom, quickly dressed, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door. She didn't notice, but she dropped the note on the stairs outside of the apartment in her haste to get to Chandler.

Chandler awakened suddenly. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness all night. He knew he was still losing blood – his wound had continued to slowly bleed throughout the night, and he knew he was in trouble. Still, he prayed that Monica wouldn't arrive, sure that his attacker would kill them both.

He heard a cackle and looked over to see the attacker looking at him with a smirk. "Have a nice nap?" she inquired. She walked over to him and checked her watch. "It's about 6:15 a.m.," she commented. "I think Monica should be here soon. I gave her till noon, but I'm willing to bet she was up early this morning. Hopefully she wasn't stupid enough to contact the police before coming."

"Please don't hurt my wife," Chandler said hoarsely. "Listen, Wendy, I don't know why you're doing this, but you've never even met Monica. Don't punish her because I pissed you off in some way."

"You have to be joking," Wendy retorted. "You seriously don't know why I would be angry with you? Listen, Chandler, no man rejects me. You're only the second one to have done so – and believe me, the first guy paid dearly." She stared at him, and for the first time Chandler noticed the wild look in her eyes.

"You're crazy," Chandler whispered, staring at her. "Out of your mind."

"Do you really want to insult me, Chandler? I'm holding all the cards here, so try not to piss me off any more, mmmkay?"

Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door of the warehouse. Chandler's heart jumped into his throat as Wendy, armed with both a knife and a gun, went to the door. She opened it a little and peered out, then smiled and opened it wide. Monica walked into the dimly lit warehouse, wide-eyed. She stared at Wendy for a few seconds, and then her gaze lighted on Chandler. She gasped and rushed to his side.

"Oh, my God! Chandler! Are you okay! What did she do to you?" She threw her arms around him, and then cried out when she noticed all the blood on his right side, and the huge lump on the side of his forehead.

"I'm okay, Monica, but you have to get out of here," Chandler said urgently. "She's crazy and you have to save yourself. Get out!"

"Take one step towards that door and I'll kill him," Wendy said calmly, walking to where Monica was holding on to Chandler for dear life.

Monica stood up and stood between Wendy and Chandler. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I've never even seen you before. Why are you doing this to us?"

"Maybe you've never seen me before, but perhaps you should ask your husband where he knows me from."

Monica looked at Chandler. "We worked together in Tulsa," he said quietly. "On the Christmas Eve that I quit my job, Wendy tried to convince me that I should forget about you because you were so far away, and that we should sleep together. I told her no, and I told her about you, and how much I loved you, and you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever had the fortune of loving me. That was a big reason that I quit my job that night."

Before Monica could respond, there was an anguished shriek from Wendy. They whipped around to look at her; she was pointing her gun at them. "No one EVER rejects me!" she shouted. "You'll BOTH pay for Chandler's mistake!"

Monica clung to Chandler; his hands were tied together behind his back or he would have been clutching her as well. Regardless, they were bound as one as they both dreaded that Wendy might end their lives here and now.