Somewhere in Season 9, during the Tulsa-arc.

This time, the conversation is between the two of them.

AWAY

It feels awful being left alone in New York City everytime he gets into the damn plane to Oakland, to a job he hates, away from everyone he loves. She feels for him; it must be terribly hard. At least she has their friends in New York. He has no one.

She's entertained the idea of going with him and spending a week several times, but she always gave up. Not because she doesn't want to, but because she wants it too much, which means she would want to do it again, and again, and again. She'd end up spending all her money on plane tickets or losing her job. She isn't particularly fond of either option.

On top of it all, they couldn't get pregnant. They've been trying for so long, and nothing. She's starting to get worried, but didn't want to make things worse for him by sharing her fears. He has enough on his plate, and it would only make him feel even more guilty for leaving her alone, childless and fearful.

"It's just for a few more months." He would always remind her. And when he was the one that needed some remiding, she'd repeat the line for him, making him smile and nod.

So, she endures. She only sleeps well on the few nights he is home, and the mornings she wakes up in their cold, half-empty bed are the worst of them all. Every room of the apartment reminds her of him, and she either finds herself with a goofy smile on her face due to the happy memories that it brings or crying for the same reason.

In a nutshell, she misses him terribly.

"Hello? Honey, are you there?" She hears his voice on the other side of the line and presses the phone harder against her ear. She was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't even notice herself grabbing the ringing phone.

"Hey, sorry." She answers, a small smile on her face. "I was thinking about you just now."

"Oh yeah?" She can hear the grin in his voice and it makes her heart ache. How she wishes she could see it in person. "Good thoughts, I hope."

"Hmm, always." She entertains him. She's decided she'll try her best not to worry him about leaving her in New York.

"Are you in the bedroom?" He asks and she rolls her eyes, exasperated.

"For the thousandth time, Chandler, we are not having phone sex."

"Meh, you're no fun." He complains and she giggles. "So, how was your day?"

"Same as always." She tells him, truthfully. Her days were pretty much the same lately. Waking up, missing him on their bed, dressing for work, missing him while she eats breakfast, working, coming back home, missing him when she doesn't see him there, going to Central Perk to meet the gang, missing him again, going home to an empty bed, repeating.

Maybe it's the fact that they've seen each other every single day during several years of friendship, dating and marriage that made her miss him so much. Whatever it was, it sucked.

"What about yours?" She asks him.

"Same as always." He imitates her answer and she somehow understands that he's going through the same thing she is. Before she could comment on it, he continued. "I didn't sleep well last night."

She blinks, confused with the sudden change of subject. His words are finally processed in her mind and she sighs.

"I know the feeling." She whispers, knowing he would listen. "What kept you up?" She knows it was probably something similar to what keeps her up at night, bus asks anyway. Maybe it would help talking about it, and maybe he'd be able to sleep through a few nights more before he came home again.

"Dreams." He answers.

"Bad dreams?"

"No, good ones." He continues "About you." She closes her eyes and feels her throat closing up slightly. Breathing in, she says nothing and listens as he talks. "But then I woke up, you weren't there and I couldn't go back to sleep."

Her eyes burn and she grips the phone tighter. Like she said before, she knows the feeling. She's lost count of the times she's dreamt of him.

"This is so hard, Chandler." She says and cringes when her voice sounds broken and emotional. So much for trying not to worry him.

"I know." He agrees. "I just want it to end." He confesses and she feels her heart break for him, for her, for them. She wishes she could hug him.

"It's just for a few more months, right?" She says and the two of them chuckle dryly. Yes, just a few more months, but it doesn't make it better to know that.

"Don't worry, love." He pleads. "I'll be home tomorrow night."

"You better." She perks up a little. "I'll be waiting for you."

"You better."

Author's Notes: Hey, I want to thank you for all the fun reviews and ask for ideas and prompts, if you're willing. Just any kind of idea is great, I have a few that I plan on writing, but those will end soon, so I'll need new ones that you'll like, so it'd be great if you gave some. You could wirte them on the reviews if you want, I don't really mind how it gets to me as long as it does ;)