Disclaimer: I do not own Friends or the characters from the series. Originally beta'ed by Babatomyfriends.
The Spark
Short A/N: Mid-season 2. A lot of people did the spin the bottle/girls' night out thing before but it's a great way to establish Phoebe's feelings with.
1995
Phoebe walked into Central Perk and smiled happily at the sight of Rachel and Ross, cuddling on the orange sofa, while Chandler sat on a chair near them, sipping coffee and typing on his computer.
"Awww..." She gushed, "sweet Lobsters!"
Rachel beamed up at her blond friend, her head resting on Ross' shoulder. "Phoebe!"
Phoebe sat down on the chair near the sofa with a grin. "You two are so sweet! I always knew you'd make it together!"
"Yeah," Ross grinned down at his girlfriend in his arms as Rachel leaned back contently and closed her eyes.
"Rach," Phoebe's lingering idea had been wanting to get out for a few days now, ever since they got together, "we should continue that girls' night out we did, when you two first kissed! Remember? You told us everything that happened and now we know nothing!"
"Phoebe -" Rachel protested with a warning look as Ross looked at Rachel accusingly.
"You told them everything? Everything?"
"Well, I only -"
"So did you," Chandler interrupted Rachel and smirked at Ross, leaning forward to put his coffee cup on the table.
"What?" Ross and Rachel asked together, Ross with wide eyes and Rachel with a glare.
"Yeah, he told us about the kiss," Chandler shrugged, "we assumed Rachel did the same with the girls. And she did," he smiled and gestured with his head to Phoebe. "It was a big event, it was pretty obvious everyone would find out eventually."
Phoebe nodded her head and grinned at Rachel. "Let's continue the tradition, shall we? Girls' night out, your place."
"It's nice how you just invited yourself over, to our apartment," Rachel laughed and then paused, before smiling again, "maybe girls' night out is not such a bad idea after all. I mean, Monica has a new boyfriend too!"
"That's right!" Phoebe grinned. Chandler shook his head with a smile and returned to his computer.
Ross groaned. "You'll gossip about me and talk about my sister's 21 years older than her boyfriend? Sounds like a lousy night."
"To you!" Phoebe retorted, "I think I'll enjoy it. I want to hear all about my friends' juicy lives. Especially the night activities and the performances," Chandler and Rachel both chuckled as Ross reddened and glared at Phoebe.
"Why would you pry for information like that? It is disgusting to me with both my girlfriend and my sister!"
"It's not about you! You're not a girl, you wouldn't understand. That is why it's a girls' night out!"
Ross rolled his eyes and Rachel hid a smile, stroking his arm softly in an attempt to soothe his wounded ego.
/\/\/\/\
Ding!
"French fries are ready," Monica smiled wryly and got up to place them in a bowl, "I can't believe you talked me into making such trashy food."
"Not trashy!" Rachel protested, "besides, with you it's not at all trashy, you spice it up so well and make it so tasty!"
Monica dropped the paprika from her hand and twisted her nose. "It is my fault, then. I should make it disgusting so you'll stop requesting it, but I can't get myself to make something bad on purpose."
"Why are you surprised?" Phoebe grinned and pushed her hand into the bowl, filling her mouth with French fries, "you're a perfectionist."
"Probably," Monica relented with a shrug. She placed a napkin neatly on her lap, and with a hesitative gesture she grabbed some French fries with her bare hand and placed them on said napkin. Rachel and Phoebe were much less organized and clean with their eating.
"So..." Monica prompted, "all I was told was, 'cancel your plans with your boyfriend, get some alcohol and movies and make French fries'."
Rachel and Phoebe watched her with amused eyes as she let a small smile tug at her lips.
"... I assume then, a girls' night out?"
Phoebe and Rachel both nodded enthusiastically and Monica's lips broke into a grin too.
"Great, because I have so much to tell you!"
"So do I!" Rachel beamed and Phoebe nodded solemnly.
"And I have a lot to listen to. And to approve! Don't forget, I want to approve all that is happening in my loved ones' lives. I am after all, somewhat of the 'puppet-master' of this group. Rachel, please go first. How was the sex?"
Rachel beamed excitedly and Monica twitched her nose at the subject. "Eww," she sighed.
"So good!" Rachel gushed, "Like, you could feel the love while it was happening. The stroking, the words spoken, the gazes. The intimacy was beyond this world..."
With a pang of jealousy Monica and Phoebe both realized they had nothing like that before and Phoebe was the first one to make a question out of it. "Was it the best you ever had?"
Rachel hesitated a second too long and all three girls broke into a fit of laughter.
"Really?" Monica stared at her with wide eyes, "I am going to regret asking this, because he is my brother, but... After this description, how is he not your best?"
"Who is your best?" Phoebe eyed her and Rachel grinned shamefully.
"... Um... P-Paolo?"
"Oh my god Rachel, you're so awful," Monica sighed as Phoebe laughed again.
"You two can't tell anyone. Anyone! It was nice to feel so loved, but... Well, I like it wild..."
"Oh god..." The three laughed again.
"Hey, hey, does greatest kisser count?" Rachel attempted to make herself look slightly better, "because his kisses are breathtaking... Quite literally at that..."
"I guess it does," Phoebe allowed and smiled at Monica, "Mon... How about you and your dreamy boyfriend?"
"Dreamy indeed," she grinned, "dreamy, mature, funny, intelligent, sophisticated... A grown-up! God, he is a 20 out of 10. I can't believe how lucky I got with him!"
"So lucky," Rachel agreed, "God Mon, guys like this don't just wander around, single and emotionally available..."
"I know," Monica agreed and went quiet for a few seconds. "Hey," she looked up and alerted her two best friends, "d'ya think he'll ever suddenly wake up and realize he is dating a nut-case?"
"What!" They both protested and Rachel shook her head firmly, "you're not a nut-case!"
Monica just laughed down at the napkin on her lap and Rachel allowed a small smile.
"Fine, you're a little... Abnormal, but so are we all!"
"He's not," Monica sighed, "the more I'm with him the more I realize that. Which kinda makes me wonder... Why is he with me? Am I like... A twinkie?"
"You're not a twinkie, honey! You're a great catch!" Monica just shrugged so Rachel continued, "and he knows that! He doesn't care about your little... obsessions."
"We shall see," Monica sighed and played with the oily napkin on her lap.
/\/\/\/\
"I'd... I'd," Rachel started to laugh, hard, "I'd kill Jack, sorry Mon," Monica just flinched, "sleep with Gunther and marry Joey!"
"Sleep with Gunther?" The three girls laughed.
"Well yeah!" Rachel grinned, "he has something about him. He is certainly attractive, in a fake-blond kind of way!" They all laughed drunkenly although the half-empty scotch bottle stood forgotten on the table.
"Phoebe," Monica's turn came, "the same question, only change my father with Chandler, please. And please don't ever include my father in these things again, ever."
Phoebe grinned. "Easy! Kill Chandler, sleep with Gunther, marry Joey!"
"Poor Chandler!" Rachel laughed out loud as Monica shook her head.
"I just can't believe you'd both rather marry Joey, no matter what. Does he seem that trustworthy?"
"Well, what are the alternatives?" Phoebe shot back, and Monica, the alcohol getting the better of her, declared the obvious (the obvious to her, that is).
"Chandler would make a much better husband!"
"What!" Rachel and Phoebe both laughed hard as Monica grinned an assured drunken smile, the smile you smile in this exact kind of parties when you state something slightly outrageous you wouldn't admit if it wasn't for the drunken atmosphere of these exact parties.
"He is smart, sweet, loyal and kind. Much more husband material than Joey!"
"Same question then," Rachel told her, "Gunther, Joey, Chandler."
"Kill Gunther, sleep with Joey, marry Chandler."
"God Monica, if you love him so much why don't you then?"
A silence fell, before the three broke into a fit of hysterical laughter again.
"He's better than Joey to marry, not Sir Perfect!"
"Who's Sir Perfect then? Richard?"
"Maybe," Monica grinned.
1999
Phoebe entered the coffee house and couldn't help but let her eyes widen, even just a bit, at the sight of Monica and Chandler on the couch together. The whole gang had known officially about them being an item for at least a month, but it was still... At the least, surprising.
And that kind of annoyed Phoebe. She liked knowing about things. She didn't like big surprises. She didn't like feeling not observant and dense.
Maybe it was because Monica and Chandler had no real spark. With Ross and Rachel for example, it had been obvious from the moment he opened his umbrella on her. They would both have their respective time of being desperately in love with the other. Ross loved her in a desperate, out of this world way, she was the only woman for him, no one came close.
When they cuddled together, for example, everyone around them had to look. Even people who didn't know them.
And... And Monica and Chandler?
God. They were not even acting any differently than the way they did before. His left hand on the arm set, his right hand around her shoulders while she leaned on his chest. She was drinking coffee, he read the newspaper.
Content, quiet, not a big deal.
Practically still friends.
She knew that back when they were hiding, she had no real chance to grasp that they were together as they were all over each other ever since always. Their current embrace, for example, was nothing new, she could remember at least three other times she had seen them like that.
But the signals had been out there!
The laundry, the supposed (very unlikely) affair with Joey when a man's underwear was found at the girl's place and a naked picture of Monica had found its way to Joey and Chandler's counter. When they walked in on them kissing twice!
A European goodbye thing? Right.
But who could blame the gang for not figuring it out? This relationship was so unlikely!
"Hey!" She was both amused and annoyed at the way they jumped at her appearance and distanced themselves from each other a bit. Monica straightened up and grabbed his hand as he set the newspaper down and smiled at Phoebe.
"Hey Pheebs."
"Aww, you two..."
They were so busy grinning at each other they didn't notice Phoebe didn't even honestly mean it.
"Mon, Rachel and I were thinking..."
"Yeah?"
"A girls' night out, your place. We both need some answers!"
"Oh, okay!"
Chandler grinned and leaned down to whisper into Monica's ear, though Phoebe's sharp ears caught his words too: "if I wear a wig, can I join?"
A stupid joke, a really really dumb joke, but Monica laughed anyway. She always did, Phoebe realized suddenly - even when they were friends, his dumb jokes would always get at the very least a smile from her.
"As entertaining as that image might be, I think a girls' night out is a great idea!"
"It sure is. You have seven months of stories to tell," Phoebe told her and Monica smiled guiltily. "And if I catch you both alone, it might be the ideal time to ask you why the hell you hid your relationship from the group..."
They both looked down at their laps, before their gazes moved to each other's faces.
Chandler spoke up first. "We didn't know where it was going, so I guess we didn't want to put pressure on it and have everyone know."
"I mean Monica, I can understand wanting to hide," Phoebe laughed teasingly, "but you Chandler, you scored way above your league here! Brag about it, for crying out loud!"
Chandler's smile was forced and Monica slightly frowned at her. "Phoebe..."
"What? It's a surprising relationship, for many reasons! Honestly, no one can be blamed for not figuring it out before because it is so unlikely!"
Chandler was not smiling at all at this point, his cheeks slightly pink. Monica squeezed his hand and glared at Phoebe. "Enough, Phoebe!"
"Fine, fine," she sighed and looked away.
She felt like she revealed too much.
Monica leaned closer to Chandler to whisper something in his ear, and this time it was quiet enough for Phoebe not to pick it up. Plus, she tried not to pick it up, as guilt overcame her at this point.
Monica finished her whispering and grinned warmly at her boyfriend, kissing his cheek. He grinned too and hugged her to him, closing his eyes.
And then she saw it. The spark.
A silent spark (did those things even exist?) that you had to look really close to see. As a matter of fact, she only saw it because they accidentally let her into their very intimate moment, one out of many they probably shared behind closed doors. Their spark existed, indeed, but the two only shared it between themselves - it only shone between the two of them. Looking at them now she realized how frugal that was. They only told people that the spark existed but saved the actual thing for each other, tuning out the rest of the world.
Frugal... And very annoying.
/\/\/\/\
At the girls' living room, Rachel and Joey sat on the couch, Phoebe on the little chair, and they all shamelessly eavesdropped on Monica and Chandler's whispered conversation in the kitchen.
"So when exactly does this girls' night out start?" Chandler wanted to know.
"I don't know. At night?"
"It's already 7:30."
"Later at night than 7:30?"
Chandler laughed and leaned closer to her, and this time he whispered so quietly they all had to try really hard to hear, "but try to sneak out at some point. I'm still not content with missing you for the whole night..."
Monica laughed warmly and kissed his cheek, leaning into his embrace and staying there, giving her answer straight into his ear and cutting off the three listeners.
Putting an end to their flirting Phoebe got up. "Are the French fries ready?" She asked rather loudly.
The couple jumped away from each other and Monica smiled at Phoebe, slightly flushed. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure they'll be ready in no time."
Chandler still had his arm around her waist, and still had his gaze fixed on her face.
"Hey Chandler!"
Snapping out of his haze, he stopped staring and fixed a slightly confused smile on Phoebe. "... Yeah?"
"Don't get your hopes up. We got her for the evening."
"Lucky you," Chandler smiled sweetly and kissed Monica's forehead, shocking his girlfriend with the surprising compliment and also making her completely... besotted.
She wanted to snap them out of their lovey-dovey haze again but this time Joey did it for her.
"And I got you for the whole night, so unlucky me!" Joey grinned teasingly, dragging Chandler with him with a smirk, "so let's go now!"
"You ordered the Joey Special?"
"You had any doubts?"
Chandler laughed as they neared the door. "You finishing all the pizza and kicking my ass in foosball? This night sounds so..." At Joey's glare he finished quickly with a big, forced smile, "awesome!"
"Yeah baby!" Joey grinned and the door slammed shut behind them.
Monica was smiling after them, only awaking by the sudden 'Ding!' from the oven.
Phoebe almost laughed to herself, wondering what was with the couple's hazy state.
"Did you two smoke together something?" She laughed at Monica who poured all the French fries into a bowl, the paprika in her hand.
"What? Of course not."
"Then what's with all the lovey-dovey gazes and the longing to spend the evening together?"
Monica's head snapped up, and a few seconds passed before a small smile spread on her face.
"What?"
"Nothing," she shook her head, "have some French fries."
The bowl was placed in the middle of the table and Rachel and Phoebe both looked at Monica with expectation. She smiled back at them and gestured with her hand for them to 'hit her with it', and so they did.
"When did it happen?" Rachel straightened in her seat.
"How did it happen?" Phoebe leaned forward.
"Is he the one you said is the best you ever had?"
"Is he as awkward with you as he was with his other girlfriends?"
"Do you see a future to this relationship?"
"God, god," Monica laughed, "I can't possibly answer all of these at once. I'll start with the easier ones, I guess," she cleared her throat and smiled at Rachel, her eyes lightened up, "I do see a future, I just try to give him the time he needs to slowly get there with me. I don't want to pressure him into anything."
"Monica, how can you be in this kind of relationship? Isn't marriage and kids all you ever wanted?"
"Yes, but if I want it with him I gotta give him his time, don't you think?"
"Well, yeah..." Rachel relented.
Phoebe gazed at her. "Why do you want it with him so much that you are willing to wait so long?"
"First of all, not that long," she protested with a smile that with each second turned softer, "and second of all, because he makes me so, so happy. He is so sweet and kind, and he makes me laugh and I know that he'll be the most loyal, amazing husband and father, and that is the kind of thing you wait for, don't you think?"
They both nodded quietly and looked away, so Monica took the time to answer another question of theirs. "He is not awkward. Or maybe he is, but only when he is uncomfortable. I try not to make him uncomfortable."
"When and how did it happen?" Rachel inquired.
"In London... You two know that."
"Yes, but how? How do you just stop being friends and start being more?"
"Well," Monica smiled, "it requires both to be drunk, or at least for me to be drunk -"
"Yay! Drunk Monica!"
"Exactly," she grinned at Phoebe, "and my mother was there, driving me mad and telling me again and again that I would never get married, and some drunk uncle of Emily's thought I was Ross' mother -"
"Oh god!" Rachel laughed and Monica rolled her eyes.
"I know. So anyway, he was there with me the whole time, and when I complained he told me that 'who wouldn't want me', and when I went into his room he told me 'I was the prettiest girl in the room that night, the prettiest girl in most rooms', so yeah."
"How sweet of him!" Rachel sighed.
"Who came on to who?"
"I to him," she said immediately.
"Monica!"
"Wow," Phoebe grinned.
"Yeah. I..." She paused, "well, I knew what I wanted that night. That night I wanted meaningless sex. I actually, and god, you can't tell anyone that, I actually wanted meaningless sex with Joey originally -"
"WHAT?!" Phoebe and Rachel stared at her with shock.
"Yeah, but only because I wanted something meaningless to get me by. I didn't... I mean, I always liked Chandler to a certain degree, you know? I just… Always kinda knew that with him it wouldn't be meaningless, and I wanted meaningless that night, so he didn't even cross my mind, my mind was set on Joey as he is the guy for flings. But then he was there, and he told me such sweet things, and I knew it wouldn't be meaningless but it felt so good, it felt so right. I am just... So relieved he was there and not Joey. I'm so happy I found meaningful instead of meaningless."
"I understand, Mon," Rachel chuckled, "it's funny, but I understand."
"It's just that, y'know, I'm standing there in front of him, and he looks at me with his sincere eyes and just utters out how I'm so wonderful and beautiful, and then, caution went
out of the window, y'know? So, so what if it won't be meaningless? So what if it might change things between us and not just stay there, in London? Maybe that's not a bad thing? Maybe him and me in that way is actually a good thing?"
"And is it?" Phoebe stopped her, "you and him that way, is it a good thing?"
Monica's eyes lightened up somewhat mischievously, and she grinned widely, "I'm not supposed to kiss and tell, but... Eh well, you asked me that earlier as well. Yes, yes it's a good thing. The best thing actually. He is the best I've ever had!"
They both eyed her elation with stunned smiles.
"Better than Richard?" Phoebe let out.
"So much better. It just... It worked. We worked. The chemistry - it was always there, but that night it exploded. And he was just... So in there with me. So attentive. Remember how you told us about Ross?" Rachel nodded quietly, "well, you were so right. The intimacy felt so good. He... He knew me, y'know? I didn't even need to tell him what I liked and didn't like. He just sensed it by my facial expressions and voice. And... And Rach, that lesson we gave him last year when he was with Kathy -"
Rachel laughed. "It paid off?"
"You have no idea!" Monica chuckled, "we did it..." She suddenly turned slightly bashful, "it happened seven times that night."
"What?!"
"Seven times?!"
"Yeah," Monica chuckled, hugging her knee to her chest, "best night of my life."
"You don't say."
"I can't believe it!" Phoebe really couldn't, "how could we not have heard about it by now?! You did it seven times! How could he not brag about it?"
"That's exactly it, and Phoebe, I'm glad you brought it up," Monica leaned forward, her gentle features twisting into a frown, "he is not like that. He is not the... Brag-y, show off, 'huh-huh I scored' kind of guy, and I don't think he looks back at that night as the night he got to score with his supposedly hot friend Monica."
"You don't?"
"No. I mean..." She smiled, "he told me he does think I'm hot, but... It's not the reason. And it's part of the reason why I didn't think of him when I wanted meaningless sex. He is not the guy for one night stands," with that Phoebe agreed, she knew that much by now, "I knew when I kissed him that night that with him this night wouldn't just be about sex. But I guess I was fine with that," she smiled her sweet smile and Phoebe's heart clenched at how beautiful she looked and how fondly she spoke of her boyfriend.
She didn't want to feel jealous, but she did.
When will she find the guy that'll see her as more than a one night stand? That'll see her as more than a 'supposedly hot' woman?
2001
Phoebe sat in her apartment, quietness all around her, and so she started to clap her hands just so that it wouldn't be so lonely around her.
Why did she do it?
Worse - did she feel guilty? Is that how actual, intense guilt feels? Phoebe was not good with guilt. She didn't feel it often.
Their bright, besotted smiles, their treatment of their not-so-romantic-story as a minimum Shakespeare novella, Joey's description of them as meant to be - the impossible idealist in her, the one with the golden standards and ringing of clinking Lobsters in mind couldn't stand it. They were so happy - with so little.
They fell in love, they made it work (as a matter of fact it was still working perfectly for them after almost three years since the London story) and they were so blissfully unaware of the fact that their story is not as romantic as their actions suggested it was.
Phoebe hissed with annoyance.
She was so blindly in love with him still - when she talked about him, it was as if she was talking about a knight, or a prince, and not about someone that up until almost three years ago Phoebe would've viewed as grey, overly-sarcastic, awkward, only occasionally funny (try as he might) and with a boring job and a boring life. Not to mention commitment-phobic and neurotic!
How did Monica create a love story from that? How could she speak so fondly of him, care for traits in him no one ever even thought about digging out, compare him to Richard, and favor him? She would have no one else in this entire world. Her refusal to Richard and her proposal to Chandler proved it.
... How? Why?!
And Monica - she was no Snow-white or Sleeping Beauty either. Obsessive, loud, overly-competitive, over-eager to please and just in general... A person Phoebe loved but loved to love from afar. Otherwise, she wouldn't have moved out, all those years ago.
How could Chandler look at her so adoringly? She saw the looks. She heard the words, even if they were not meant for her ears. He thought, he actually, honestly thought that Monica was the most perfect girl in the entire world. More to say, to him, she was the most perfect girl.
... How? Why?!
She didn't want to say that she liked them the least out of the five others, as it wouldn't be accurate and it would be cruel, but they were both people she could enjoy very much in small portions and couldn't stand to be around for too long.
It might be selfish, but their inability to find stable relationships and their obvious personality flaws always comforted her a bit - she was not the worst case in the market. At least she got some action and dated around noncommittally, they usually suffered from dry months and heartbreaks.
But then, of course, they had to solve that glaring problem by dating one another, falling madly, completely in love and helping and nurturing each other's weird needs and problems.
Not fair.
Ross and Rachel, for an example, couldn't make it work. And they were (and that's objectively speaking!) a better couple by all means - more romantic, more meant to be, more passionate and more into each other.
Though, of course, Phoebe sneered bitterly, if Monica and Chandler were passionate and into each other she would never know. They wouldn't tell her and they wouldn't show her. They were completely content with one another, they didn't want or need anyone else. Their emotional and physical needs were fulfilled behind closed doors and again, they really didn't need anyone else.
They were... They were real, Phoebe realized with a pang of jealousy, and that part hurt even more. Probably the most.
Legends were great, sure, but they were an escape (they start with the words 'far far away' for a reason) and they were not an actual way to be happy in this world. Being legendary in love was flashy, being really in love was... Hard work, but it was happiness for good.
David had been real.
He was her true love story, not her legendary one, and he loved her more than anyone in the world. He thought she was more perfect than anyone else.
And from the memories she had of him, she knew, even if only slightly, how Chandler and Monica felt, and why their relationship was so successful, against all odds.
So despite understanding all of this (and much more, her twisted and complicated mind stored many things) she still had to remind Monica and Chandler that their story is real, not legendary, and shouldn't be treated as such.
So when Joey described their London-tale as 'like it was in the stars' and they gazed at each other lovingly, she let out a fast, fake 'totally meant to be' and then said - "tell them who you originally wanted to hook up with that night."
Not that meant to be, huh?
Despite her promise to Monica that she wouldn't tell.
And despite knowing that Monica's reasons were valid and that she did not regret anything that happened that night and was happy with the person that ended up opening the door.
It created the mess she expected, with Chandler feeling betrayed, confused and inferior and with Monica trying desperately to let him know how much more he meant to her than any other man in her life, including (like there was an actual doubt in the matter!) Joey.
But the mess was cleared up pretty soon. She probably took him aside and gave him the speech she gave Phoebe and Rachel two years back about meaningful instead of meaningless and how it had been the best night of her life.
The mess was cleared up, Monica, as it seemed, forgot to be mad at Phoebe for spilling the beans and the odd couple was in love again, in an undisturbed way, as if nothing had happened.
How?!
And... Why?!
(Original A/N)
This, I believe, can work with canon.
I personally dislike their decision to make Monica want Joey first, but if she did it was (in my head) only in the way above - Joey fits the meaningless sex she wanted, with Chandler it won't stay meaningless.
Plus, I believe she gave profound explanations to Phoebe and Rachel as they always knew she wanted Joey originally but that never made them doubt Monica's attraction/love to Chandler and never made them tease him for it (except for that season 7 moment obviously).
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A/N: Hello!
There you have the next one. I think this story will have two more chapters before it's wrapped up. It's sort of my goodbye fanfiction from Friends, the first fandom I've ever written for (back in 2014, haha) so I wanna get this good.
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