Monica: Hey we're back.

Joey: (scratches head) We're back for what exactly?

Chandler: (Mockingly) The Disk – aimer.

Joey: Haha. Very funny, see the disk – aimer is an imaginary device that steals DVDs.

Rachel: Actually it's a disclaimer, and it when we all say -

Everyone: The author of this story doesn't own anything.

Ross: On with the fluff.

Thanksgiving Day Blues

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be cooking, or something?" Rachel asked walking out of her room, only to find Monica sitting on the couch in her P.J.s watching reruns of the three stooges. Every year she made the turkey and did all the cooking, but this year, well...

"The three stooges were just so... so happy," Monica broke down in tears. The women hadn't even left her apartment since she rejected Chandler. It was almost like she was going through her brake up with Richard all over again. Rachel walked over and sat by her friend ready to comfort her.

"You know you could have made a mistake," Rachel said. Without even a word Monica clung to her friend and started balling her eyes out. You see, she didn't know that she cared for Chandler in that way until she saw the how she broke his heart. After that she just sort of stopped being Monica.

"Well, you know you could go talk to him, he's right across the hall," Rachel suggested.

Monica sniffed a little before she stopped crying, walked over to the guys new apartment and knocked on the door.

A women voice was heard from the inside, "I'll get it bing-a-ling." Monica's eyes widened. There was only one person that voice could have belonged to.

"OMG!" Janice greeted as she always did in her nasally, annoying tone.

"Janice, how nice to see you," Monica was lying through her teeth. Thankfully Janice didn't seem to notice and she hugged her. While out of nowhere Joey walks out of the bathroom with a turkey on his head. Almost instantly an alarm went off in Monica's head and her need to cook and clean was back and stronger than ever.

"Joey get out of my turkey!" Monica snapped. It was almost as if someone had woken up a bear in the middle of hibernation. Fiercely Monica popped the turkey off Joey's head. Leaving Joey rubbing his neck.

Finally Chandler spoke, "Mon... Are you... Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay, don't I look okay, because I'm okay. No I'm better then okay, I'm peachy, just peachy-"

"Okay, okay. You're not mad at me are you?"Chandler interrupted her ranting.

"Mad at you, why would I be mad at you?" Monica laughed as she took a butcher knife from the counter. Holding it up high she waited to hear Chandler's reply.

"Say's the woman with a knife in her hands," Chandler joked. Everything Monica was doing was making him nervous. Joey was nervous as well, but he knew enough not to say anything when Monica is that mad at someone. Suddenly, Monica's eye began to twitch. It was getting harder for her to keep calm, and she knew she was beginning to scare her friends.

"OMG! Chandler, baby. Oh, don't you see that evil woman again, you hear me," Janice was starting to hyperventilate. The encounter had left her speechless. Chandler on the other hand just burst out laughing, as did Joey.

"Dude, I wonder what Janice would have said if she had been there when she threw the plate?" Joey laughed. The thought made Chandler laugh even harder.

"WHAT! You mean she's actually tried to hurt you, sugar-plum?" Janice asked as she had to take a seat at their table. That whole day seemed to be turning upside down for her. It not only made her fear for Chandler's life, but also for her own. If she ever broke up with Chandler, Monica would probably kill her. Which sucked because she was going to break things off with him on that very day, but... Monica ruined Janice's chances of getting back together with her hubby. Janice had to go through with the divorce, Monica hadn't given her a choice.

In response Chandler laughed, "No, she threw it at the wall, but it was funny." Janice sighed in relief, but still remained set in her decision to stay with Chandler. There was no way she would risk her life for someone other than her little boy.

Later in Monica and Rachel's apartment Monica was baking like crazy, when Phoebe entered. Phoebe greeted both of them, but the only one who responded was Rachel; Monica just ignored her. In the tiny kitchen space they had Monica was chopping all sorts of fruits and vegetables like a mad women. Fast and furiously, did Monica slice and dice. Everything seemed almost like normal to Phoebe, so she and Rachel just started talking about Rachel's new line at Ralph Lauren, and Phoebe's new boyfriend Mike.

After almost an hour, Monica had run out of things to do other then wait. That's what made her break down and cry. Rachel and Phoebe both looked to their friend. The woman was so broken. It wasn't like when she lost Richard anymore at all. At least when she lost Richard her cooking would cheer her up, but with Chandler it was as if she had lost not just her best friend, but her soul mate.

After the girls got her to calm down, Ross walked in, "Hey girls we're going to play some football."

Monica perked up, if she wanted anything at that moment other then Chandler it was the Gellar cup. Speedily she made her way out the door, the other two women followed her lead. They needed a break from the heart – wrenching pain their friend was in.

Ross: Is there something missing in that story... Hm... Oh, I know what it is, ME!

Phoebe: Oh, stop whining we're all in the next one.

Rachel: (Turns to Monica) Are you crying?

Monica: My heart was bleeding in pain people!

Chandler: (sighs and hugs Monica)

Joey: (Says while scraping the last of the jam out of the jar and onto his sandwich) R-e-a-d a-n-d R-e-v-e-i-w.