Chapter 1 - I bet you're all chuffed that Chandler isn't dead... read on to find out more.

Chandler wiped away the beads of sweat condensing on his forehead, attempting to look cool, but failed dreadfully.

A man wearing little more than dungarees sauntered over, his jaw jumping up and down as he chewed tobacco. For a short while, he stood watching Chandler dig, but got fed up and threw a stone at him.

"Oh, come on!" Chandler yelled, tossing the shovel aside. "All you have done is bully me. You throw things at me, you force me to do everything for you, and you threaten me! And, to add to that, you tell me I have to do it without complaint, but no more!" He paused, slightly unsure, "What have you got in your ha…"

The man pulled out a gun and fired wildly, three times, at Chandler, who fell to the floor.

Phoebe awoke wet. He legs were soaked, her thighs especially, and even parts of her arm. She felt down to her waist and patted her expanding belly, gently stroking her husband.

Mike, who was lying next to her, opened one eye and mumbled, "Why am I wet?"

For a moment, the pair of them lay there, oblivious to what was happening, then both simultaneously sat up, wide awake.

"Get the bag… where's the keys?.. Come on!" Yells filled the small apartment as they rushed around, grabbing everything they needed.

Mike ran out the door, slammed it behind him, then rushed back in. He'd forgotten Phoebe; the most important part of having a baby… the mother.

"I should think so." Phoebe said as Mike wandered back in casually.

The hug lasted a while.

"I just can't believe he's gone." Monica struggled to keep back the tears, knowing what would happen if she soaked Rachel's top.

"It's o.k., honey, just let it all out." Rachel muttered down her ear.

Joey pushed open the door to see the pair rocking each other slowly. He giggled, thinking about what the two girls would be like together. He'd taken the death of Chandler quite well, and kept on insisting that he wasn't dead. In a way, the rest of the group envied him. His life was still full of laughs and fun, meaning he was happy.

The women turned around and raised their eyebrows, surprised his mind still worked that way. They made angry faces him and screwed up their faces with tears in the corner of their eyes. Joey shook his head and walked over to them, joining in with their hug.

"He's not gone, and even if he were, he wouldn't want this..." Joey was still adament he was alive.

"Stop saying he's alive, Joey, you need to it go!" Now that she'd made up with Rachel, Monica needed someone to lash out at, "It makes it harder for all of us if you don't."

Joey stood up, standing back from them, "And you can't give up on him. He's not dead," he pointed to his head, "I have, like, this sixth sense. Also, I just... know."

"Oh... well in that case..." Rachel's sarcasm rang through his voice.

Ross suddenly woke up to a small face bouncing in front of him. At first, he didn't react, but once he realised it wasn't Ben... or Emma, he started to worry.

"Hi." The strange child nodded at him.

Ben popped up beside him, as he stood to find out who this small girl was. She looked about eleven years old, with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. At any other age, Ross might have started to hit on her, but he figured he'd better not.

After a cough, he spoke to her, "Um, who the hell are you."

She smiled, shy.

"She's my girlfriend, Sandy." Ben grinned.

"And... why is she here?"

"I'm sorry, but I wanted a kiss." She had a sweet, kind voice.

"Argh... O.K., then, sweetie. Go on, give him a kiss." Ross nodded towards Ben and smiled gently.

Ben smirked as Sandy lent in towards him, but his facial expression quickly changed as she moved her hand up to the side of his face and lashed out. He staggered away from the slap.

"What was that for?" Ben questioned, still shocked and in pain.

"You kissed Sally 'Giggles'!" She said as she prepared to give him one more slap, then strom off.

"But..." Ben backed off as she raised her hand once more, "Wait! Wait! Wait!"

"Oh?" Sandy dropped her dangerous hand to her hip and waited.

"You said," Ben replied, "We were on a break!"

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