Ross: Here's another chappie for the readers.

Rachel: That's right and if you really like the story you'll review.

Monica: That's right and we want to thank all of the reviewers.

Chandler: They really are the greatest readers.

Joey: That's right and if you really, really like the story you'll leave me sandwiches.

Phoebe: Oh! Oh! If they're leaving you sandwiches then they'll leave me a weegie board.

Monica: Phoebe you already have a weegie board.

Phoebe: Oh, right. The spirits cursed it, so I need a new one.

Joey: Creepy.

Chandler: Too many funny jokes. (eye twitches)

Rachel: Remember the author only owns the story line and would appreciate it if people stopped trying to steal her chicken soup.

Ross: (Turns red) IT WAS ONE SIP!

Accident

"Are you sure you're okay?" Rachel asked chandler for the sixth time.

"That's the seventh time you've asked me that today, and-"

"Actually it's the sixth," Ross interrupted Chandler.

In annoyance, Chandler turned to glare at Ross who just waved away attention from himself.

Finally, he looked back at Rachel, "I'm fine. It's not like I loved her or anything like that. I was just... In a vulnerable position, and I ran to her like I always do."

Shaking her head Rachel grabbed her purse. She was going to be late, but she did wish there was something she could do to get Chandler to talk about things.

"Well, when you're ready to talk my ears are open," said the fashion addict before she closed the door.

Right after she left Monica walked in with a pot full of jam, "Joey, it's blackberry." With that Joey burst through the door to his old room, while Chandler just stared at her in disbelief.

"What?" her eyebrow raised, waiting to hear what he was staring at.

"It's just... Richard... and jam... so much jam," was all he could say as he continued to stare.

Monica sighed, she had already thought of an excuse, she just didn't know if she could bring herself to say it, "I just... well... I was fired again and I need something to do so that I don't go insane."

It's not like she could tell him that she was really trying to get over him. If she did, well... She couldn't even think of all the possibilities, because she didn't want to. She knew that he had been with Janice, and that he was over her. He had to be after the way Monica had rejected him.

"Oh, well, I could keep you company if you'd like, it's not like there's much I have to do other than eat and sleep," Chandler explained looking at her with hope in his eyes. It was worth a shot, right?

Monica smiled a little, but then hesitated on asking, "What about your brake up with Janice?"

With a laugh Chandler responded, "I'm fine, why doesn't anyone believe me?" Then Joey grabbed the jam from Monica's arms, and started eating it, without even waiting or grabbing a spoon. Can you blame him though? He was just hungry.

"Joey you know you probably shouldn't eat that all in one sitting," with a sigh Monica leaned on a chair, then she shook her head, "Besides that was for Chandler too."

Chandler took this opportunity to give her a hug, "That's okay Mon, I don't really like jam." After he said that she looked at him with warning eyes. As if to say, 'that's my jam, I know you like my jam.' It made Chandler laugh, and after that Monica seemed to relax.

"This... mmm... so good," Joey stammered between his bites, which were more like gulps that bites, but it was jam! JAM! With a capitol J.

"Our Joey is all grown up and... Eating pots of jam all by himself," Chandler laughed, as did Monica. Things seemed like they were going back to normal. Normal for them anyway. Monica had been distant since she found out about Chandler's feelings, but now she seemed like her same old self. The person Chandler had been missing.

Just as Chandler was thinking this, Pheobe burst into the apartment, "You guys Mike was hit by a car!" Then she collapsed to her knees. The poor woman was drenched in tears, and Monica instantly clung to her friend, knowing exactly how important Mike was to her.

"Come on we're going to the hospital!" Joey demanded with jam all over his face. While Chandler just sort of stood in the middle of the room watching everything go by in slow motion. He never was good in a crisis.

The only words that he could say were, "I'm sure he's okay Phebes." Yet they sounded more like, "Mi ur eh osies Phebes." Then he rushed to the hospital with the others.

Pheobe: Oh poor Mike.

Rachel: Review if you want to find out what happens.

Monica: The next one will be a little more dramatic, but no characters will die in this fic.

Ross: Yeah, so Mike may get severely injured, but won't die, okay?

Mike: You mean I get hurt.

Joey: Well duh, you've been in an accident. They call me dumb.

Chandler: Yes Joey, because even normal people eat a whole pot of jam by themselves.