Chandler was standing in the honeymoon suite. His honeymoon suite. He stared at the room. He wanted to torch the bed. He wanted to burn the whole damn building down, but what would that prove? That he was a lunatic? Probably. He started to pace. Kathy was with Nick. Kathy had slept with Nick. Three times, according to him. Chandler wanted to punch the man's stupid face. Who comes to a wedding and steals the bride? Oh, that's right, Nick does! Nick the Dick. He sat on the edge of the bed. He just got left at the freaking altar! How was he ever going to recover from this?

Ross, Rachel, and Monica

"What do we do?" Monica pressed. "I mean, he's probably so upset right now. Shouldn't we be comforting him?"

"You're right," Ross agreed. "I'll do it."

"Wait...you?" Monica asked. She had wanted to do it.

"Yea. I'm his best friend. I'll be back in a bit," Ross said, kissing Rachel on the cheek. Monica deflated.

"Are you all right?" Emily asked, rubbing Monica's back.

"I'm fine," Monica nodded. Rachel looked at her friend sympathetically. She had told Monica that Phoebe had told her about her feelings for Chandler pretty much right away, and the last few weeks had been hell watching her suffer. She wondered what was going to become of this whole thing now that Chandler was single again.

"I can't believe this," Rachel said finally. "Poor Chandler."

"I hope Ross is able to make him feel better," Emily said.

Chandler & Ross

"Hey," Ross said, sticking his head into the room. "Can I come in?"

"I guess," Chandler answered, gesturing. Ross shut the door behind him and stood there awkwardly.

"So, how are you?" he finally asked.

"What do you think?"

"Sad, depressed, angry..." Ross trailed off. "Right?"

"All of the above. And then some."

"Dude, I can't believe this happened to you," Ross said, sitting down beside him.

"I should have known better. This also proves that Joey was right about the no heat on stage meaning sex in real life thing," Chandler groaned. "I should have listened to him!"

"You trusted Kathy. You did nothing wrong," Ross reassured him. Chandler fell backwards onto the bed, clutching his face.

"I feel like I've been kicked in the face, chest, and nuts," he moaned.

"That's...painful," Ross finished, wincing.

"And our honeymoon! What are we going to do about that? We were supposed to go to Italy..." Chandler trailed off.

"Italy?" Ross asked, intrigued. He was getting an idea.

"Yea, and now I have two tickets for a plane ride that leaves tomorrow morning," Chandler huffed. Ross fiddled with his fingers on his lap. He wondered how upset Chandler would be if he asked for those tickets.

"That's a shame," he finally said.

"I should have never proposed. No, scratch that, I should never have asked her out when I saw her," Chandler said angrily. "This would never have happened!"

"It sucks right now, but hey, at least you didn't get married and have to get divorced," Ross pointed out.

"Not helping," Chandler snapped.

"Do you just want to be alone?" Ross asked.

"Yea. I do. Thanks for trying."

"Anytime," Ross said, getting up. He hesitated at the door.

"What?" Chandler asked.

"How mad would you be if I asked you for those tickets to Italy?"

"Get out!" Chandler shouted.

"Pretty mad. Okay," Ross said, bowing his head and slipping out the door. It was worth a shot.

Monica, Rachel, & Emily

"Well?" Emily asked, seeing Ross return.

"He's pretty broken up," Ross answered. "He wants to be left alone."

"What did you do?" Rachel demanded.

"I didn't do anything!" Ross whined. Rachel crossed her arms, not believing him.

"He's really upset, huh?" Monica asked.

"Yea. I think we should just give him some space for now," Ross replied.

"Emily! Hi," a voice said. They all turned.

"Zoey?" Emily asked, surprised.

"Is this where Chandler is getting married?" Zoey asked. "I saw the announcement."

"Oh no," Monica started.

"Why do you ask?" Emily asked, cutting her off.

"I have to stop him! I need to tell him I love him!" Zoey cried.

"Oh my God," Rachel groaned. Ross face palmed.

"You...you what?" Emily asked, not hearing properly.

"I love him. I should never have told him I wasn't looking for a relationship. These last couple of months, all I can think about is him. When I heard he was coming here to get married, I knew I had to make my move," Zoey finished.

"You're insane," Rachel blurted out.

"I'm in love," Zoey corrected.

"You're too late," Emily said quickly. "It's happened, and they're getting ready to go on their honeymoon." Zoey pouted.

"I'm too late?" she asked. "But..."

"Sorry," Emily cut her off. "You better leave before the bride sees you. She's a bit psycho, and she might rip your face off if she sees you here."

"It's really too late?" Zoey asked, hurt.

"Yes," Rachel nodded. Kudos to Emily for being so quick on her feet. Zoey sighed loudly and turned to go. They watched her walk away, releasing a sigh of relief once she was out of sight.

"Disaster averted," Emily said, laughing a little. She tugged on her green satin dress nervously. It had been too close.

"Was that Zoey?" Chandler asked, suddenly appearing. Everyone flinched.

"I thought you wanted to be alone?" Ross asked.

"What are you doing here?" Monica asked at the same time.

"No," Rachel said at the same time too. Emily said nothing. She was too surprised.

"It is," Chandler said, craning his neck. "Why was she here?"

"She was lost," Rachel answered.

"You're lying," Chandler pointed out.

"She came to congratulate you," Emily said. "I told her you were otherwise engaged, and she left."

"Well, I'm not engaged or married or anything," Chandler told her. "So I'm going to talk to her."

"Whoa, whoa," Ross said, grabbing his elbow. "That is not a good idea."

"You just got left at the altar," Monica added.

"Thank you for that," Chandler snarked.

"You're really hurting right now. You can't just jump into dating again. Give it some time," Rachel urged.

"To quote what she once told me, I'm only looking for a night of fun," Chandler snapped, yanking his arm away from Ross. "She hurt me too. You really think I'd date her after that?"

"And what is sleeping with her going to gain you?" Monica asked.

"I just told you. Fun," Chandler replied.

"No, absolutely not," Emily said fiercely. "You need to go back upstairs and lie down. Here, I will bring you some booze and some food. You're not going anywhere."

"But..." Chandler started as she grabbed ahold of his arm and pulled him away. Ross followed for support.

"Poor Chandler. He must really be hurting to be looking at a one night stand as fun," Rachel said, shaking her head. Monica was standing there thinking. Rachel took one look at her and read her mind.

"Don't you dare," Rachel warned. "You'll both only end up hurt."

"What? I'm not doing anything," Monica denied.

"Mon, I'm serious. Don't go near him right now."

"Fine," Monica huffed, crossing her arms.

"Come on. Let's go call Phoebs and Joey and tell them what's going on," Rachel suggested. Monica followed her to a phone reluctantly. She kept thinking about Chandler and what would happen when she went to his room later.

Joey & Phoebe

"Wow," Joey said once they hung up the phone. He and Phoebe were sitting on the couch in Monica's apartment.

"Poor Chandler," Phoebe lamented. "He'll never trust again."

"I knew she was sleeping with Nick," Joey said, shaking his head. "There was no heat on that stage when they were acting. It's a clear sign that actors are sleeping together when there's no heat." Phoebe was thinking about Monica and what this could mean for her. She hoped Monica wouldn't do anything stupid.

"I can't believe we missed all the excitement," she said instead.

"I could be getting him hooked up with a British chick," Joey sighed.

"That's not a good solution," Phoebe shook her head.

"Why not?"

"He just got dumped at the altar."

"A night of fun wouldn't hurt him," Joey shrugged.

"Ugh, men," Phoebe grunted. She rubbed her belly. She hoped that any boy baby she might be carrying would be more sensitive than that.

Ross & Chandler

Emily had supplied him with enough alcohol to erase every shitty memory Chandler ever had. He started on the beer first. He was almost finished the box. It was now nighttime, and he was starting to feel pretty good.

"So, about those tickets..." Ross said again.

"Oh my God! Just take 'em," Chandler growled, throwing the envelope at Ross.

"Really? Thanks!" Ross exclaimed. Chandler took another swig of his beer.

"Have fun on my honeymoon," he slurred.

"Don't say it like that," Ross admonished. "It'll spoil our fun."

"You're horrible, you know that?" Chandler said.

"I'm solving your problem of what's going to happen to the tickets. They're being used. By your best friend."

"Ugh, whatever," Chandler grunted. He popped the top off another beer. Ross watched, a little worried.

"You're gonna stay put, right?" he asked. "I think Emily knows Kung Fu. She'll whoop your ass if you leave."

"I will not leave this room," Chandler said a little aggressively. "I will have no fun whatsoever."

"Good. Okay, so I'm gonna go. Early start tomorrow," Ross said, gesturing to the tickets. Chandler rolled his eyes. Ross didn't hang around in case Chandler changed his mind. He went to find Rachel to tell her the good news.

Monica

She stood outside Chandler's room debating what to do. She knew he was in there. She knew he'd go for her proposal no problem at all, so why was she hesitating? Rachel's words were trapped in her mind. Maybe it was a mistake to have a night of fun. Maybe they would get hurt. She shook her head hard. She wanted this. She knocked on his door, and it was immediately yanked open.

"Hi," she said, taken aback slightly.

"Whassssup?" he slurred. His breath was putrid. She resisted the urge to cover her nose.

"I thought I'd keep you company," she said. He laughed, tilting his head back.

"Ssssure," he nodded, moving aside. Monica came in and surveyed the room. There was a lot of empty beer bottles scattered on the floor. Chandler was barely able to stand up as he crossed the room to his bed where he promptly fell down face first. Monica instantly knew this wasn't going to be the night where she slept with Chandler. She stood there unsure of what to do next when he started snoring loudly. She chuckled. He wouldn't even remember her being there. She crept out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. She'd have to try again another time.

The Next Day

"I can't believe you got these tickets from Chandler," Rachel said. She and Ross were sitting side by side on the plane, waiting for it to take off.

"It took some convincing," Ross said.

"He wasn't mad?"

"Nope. More sad I think, but this way they're getting used," Ross reasoned. Rachel gave him a look.

"You're so bad," she said, punching him lightly.

"I am a bad boy," he winked suggestively.

"Oohh keep talking like that, and we might have some fun later," Rachel purred. Ross squeezed her leg then. The pilot came on and said they were taking off, and Rachel gave Ross a kiss before they were airborne. It was going to be a wonderful second honeymoon.

Monica & Chandler

They were waiting for their plane back to America to take off. Emily was not coming with them. She had an important job interview, and she was hoping to get it so that she could stay in England. Monica was going to really miss her, but she knew Emily needed to be here.

"So, were you in my room last night?" Chandler asked, rubbing his head.

"Um...for a moment," Monica answered sheepishly.

"Did I...do anything to you?"

"No."

"Oh, thank God. I know I was so drunk, and it would kill me if I hurt you," Chandler said quickly.

"Nothing happened."

"Good."

Monica felt a little stung at this. Hadn't he at one point had feelings for her? Hadn't he looked at her in a different way even when he was with Kathy? Was she just misreading all of this?

"Thanks for not letting me chase after Zoey," Chandler said, chuckling. "That would have been a total disaster."

"It would have been," she murmured. Maybe now was not the time to tell him how she felt. Maybe he needed more time.

"Back to reality," he sighed. "My coworkers are gonna love the story."

"Then they're jerks," she told him.

"They really are," Chandler agreed. He smiled at her. "Thanks for being a good friend, Mon."

"You're welcome," she smiled back. Friend. That's all he saw her as. She had to admit, it hurt a little.

Joey & Phoebe

"Quick! Hurry!" Phoebe was shouting. Joey was rushing around and putting everything back the way it was, or at least, he hoped it was the way it was.

"I'm hurrying!" he cried. He tossed the pillow onto the couch, careful to hide the coffee stain on the corner. Phoebe was wringing her hands. She didn't want Monica to be upset when she got home. They had made a bit of a disarray of things while she was gone. Monica's phone rang just then.

"Oh dear God! She's calling. She knows!" Phoebe panicked.

"Relax. I'll take all the blame," Joey said, rubbing her shoulder.

"Monica's," Phoebe said into the phone. "Oh my God." Joey watched as her face grew concerned. He froze. What was wrong?

"Phoebs?" he whispered. She waved him off.

"Uh huh. Okay. Um, I'll let them know as soon as I can. Thanks."

"What was that about?" Joey asked. Phoebe looked up at him.

"It was the fire department. There was a fire in Ross and Rachel's building. Their apartment is ruined."