AN: I know that it's been awhile, but here's another chapter for you guys. Hope that you like this. PLZ R&R!

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Chapter 7: TOW The Thanksgiving Miracle

(Follows TOW Underdog Gets Away)

Chandler walked into the building after a very long day at work. He walked into the apartment and saw a bunch of activity as Monica and Phoebe unpacked and put away items from several grocery bags. He rolled his eyes as he saw a giant turkey and a bag of potatoes.

"Hey, honey." Monica smiled at him.

"Hey," he smiled back. "What's going on?"

"My parents are going to be out of town for Thanksgiving so I decided that we should have it here." She told him.

"Oh."

"We all know how you feel about Thanksgiving, but you can at least try to enjoy it for the sake of your son."

"Fine."

Chandler walked into the living room where Daniel was sitting in front of the coffee table tracing his hand repeatedly on some pieces of paper. He smiled as he sat beside him on the floor.

"Hey, buddy. How was school today?"

"It was fun. We watched a movie and had popcorn."

"What movie did you watch?"

"Willy Wonka." He told him as the door to the apartment opened and Joey told them that he would be joining them for Thanksgiving.

"What's so bad about Uncle Joey's poster?" Daniel asked.

"That's for another day." Chandler told him as he started coloring in the hand prints to make them look like turkeys. "So what are you making?"

"Place cards for tomorrow with everyone's names on them. Will you help me with the spelling?"

"Sure, buddy." Chandler smiled at him as he got out a black crayon.

"I'm glad we're not going to Grandma and Grandpa Gellar's." Daniel told him.

"Me, too."

"Daddy, how come you don't like Thanksgiving?"

"It holds a lot of bad memories for me."

"When Nana and Granddad split up?"

"They told me on Thanksgiving when I was nine. Ever since then I can't really get into it."

"But you always tell me to move past the bad stuff."

"I'm trying. I'm going to try really hard this year."

They both looked back as Ross started arguing with Monica about something she was supposed to make for the dinner tomorrow. Chandler stood up and went to her as Rachel came in from work. She was trying to make enough money to go on her family's annual ski trip.

"Did you make enough money?" Monica asked her

"Not even close." Rachel sighed as she sat on the couch.

"Here. This is for you." Monica brought her mail over to her.

"Just put it over there. I'll open it later." She told her.

"I think you should open it now." Chandler told her and Rachel took the envelope and opened it to find large bills of cash.

"What is this?"

"We all chipped in." Monica told her.

"We did?" Ross asked from the table.

"You owe us twenty bucks." Chandler told him.

"I'm going to go pack." Rachel went into her room.

"I put some things in Joey and Phoebe's place for you in case you can't handle it all tomorrow." Monica softly told Chandler.

"Thank you." He smiled at her. "But I'm going to try really hard tomorrow."

"It would make your son very happy."

"I said I'm going to try. I'm not making any promises though."

"As long as you try."

"Mommy," Daniel ran up to them and Monica picked him up.

"Did you finish making your place cards for tomorrow?"

"Almost. Can I call Nana and Granddad Bing?" he looked at her. "I want to wish them a Happy Thanksgiving, and I think they're busy tomorrow."

"I'm not sure if we'll be able to get a hold of Nana." Chandler picked up the phone. "But I think Granddad will answer."

Chandler dialed a number and waited for someone to answer. He rolled his eyes as one of his dad's 'friends' answered the phone. His dad was put on the phone and he handed it off to Daniel, who walked away to talk privately on the phone.

"Why won't he let us listen in?" Monica asked and Chandler shrugged.

"Ok, granddad. Love you, too. Bye." Daniel handed the phone to Chandler. "He wants to talk to you."

"Hey, dad." Chandler went into the addition.

"What'd you and granddad talk about?" Monica looked as Daniel.

"It's a surprise." He told her as he went back to finish his place cards.

Chandler awoke one morning when he heard a lot of commotion coming from outside his door. He slowly climbed out of bed and saw Monica working furiously in the kitchen as Phoebe helped her and Ross made commentary. Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

"Morning, honey." Monica smiled at him.

"I need coffee." He went to the coffee maker.

"Starting already?"

"I need coffee if you expect me to be coherent this early." He mumbled as he got a mug down. "Where's Daniel?"

"He's watching cartoons in the next room."

"I'll go check on him." Chandler opened the door to the addition and spotted him on the couch eating cereal right out of the box. "Does your mom know that you have that in here?"

"No." he replied as Chandler sat down beside him.

"Well I won't tell her." He smiled at him. "Did they wake you up early too?"

"They were fighting. Why does everyone fight at Thanksgiving?"

"Sometimes the holidays bring out the bad side of everyone."

"That's silly."

"Yes, it is." Chandler sighed. "The parade should be starting soon. Why don't we go watch it at Joey and Phoebe's?"

"Ok." They walked out of the room and past the others in the kitchen.

"Where are you guys going?" Ross asked.

"I'll meet you in there, buddy." Chandler told Daniel as he walked across the hall.

"What's going on?" Monica asked him.

"I'm getting him away from all the tension." Chandler told them. "You guys woke him up early-just like you woke me up-with all your arguing."

"We weren't arguing." Ross told him.

"You've been arguing with Monica from the moment that she suggested that she cook Thanksgiving dinner." Chandler glared at him. "I know what it's like to grow up around arguing and yelling all the time. I don't want my son to grow up the same way."

Chandler left everyone in his apartment and walked into Joey and Phoebe's empty apartment. Daniel was perched on one of the La-z-boy's flipping through the TV channels.

"Found it." Daniel announced. "It just started."

"Great." Chandler picked him up and sat in the chair with him on his lap.

Chandler went into Joey's kitchen and found the bag of Funyuns chips that Monica had bought the day before and offered some to Daniel. The parade was almost over; Monica predicted that was when dinner would be ready. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he promised that he would try because of Daniel.

"Wow!" Daniel suddenly exclaimed. "Look at that daddy!"

"Whoa!" Chandler saw that one of the parade floats had gotten loose. "Maybe we can see it from the roof."

"Let's go!" Daniel ran out the door and Chandler collected the others and they all made their way up to the roof.

"That was awesome!" Daniel clutched Chandler's hand after they returned from the roof.

"Did they really have to shoot it down?" Phoebe asked.

"Why are we all still out in the hall?" Monica asked when she saw the others just staring at the door to their apartment.

"We're waiting for you to unlock the door." Rachel told her, already in her ski jacket. "You have the key."

"No, I don't." They started to argue back and forth.

"Do either of you have the key?" Chandler interrupted them.

"The turkey is going to burn." Monica stated.

"Wait." Chandler rushed into Joey and Phoebe's apartment and returned with a drawer full of junk. "We gave you guys a spare key, but it might take us awhile to find it in this."

"I'll help." Daniel started sifting through all the junk and handed Chandler any kind of key he found.

"Why are there so many keys?" Monica demanded.

"For emergencies." Joey replied.

"Next," Chandler said and Daniel handed him the next one as everyone started arguing.

"I'm supposed to be on a plane right now." Rachel grumbled.

"Maybe you can get a later flight." Phoebe told her as Rachel argued back.

"Don't listen to it." Chandler looked at Daniel and he nodded as Chandler got the door open. "I got it!"

Everyone rushed into the smoky apartment and Monica opened the oven to reveal the burnt turkey. Ross walked in and saw all the chaos as everyone started arguing again. Chandler picked up Daniel and took him into the next room and planted him in front of the TV to keep him occupied. He retrieved something from the cabinet and returned to the main room and blew the bullhorn. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at him.

"Everyone, shut up!" he yelled. "Except you, Mon."

"Chandler-"

"Do any of you even care that you scared Daniel today? He doesn't need to hear all of us arguing with each other. This is Thanksgiving; a holiday that should bring us closer."

"You're defending Thanksgiving?" Ross retorted.

"Don't you start with me." Chandler moved closer to him. "You've been acting childish ever since Monica announced that she would make dinner. Complaining when it wasn't exactly how mommy makes it. Have you even thanked your sister for selflessly making the entire meal for us with barely any help from any of us? I know I haven't helped, but you all have made it a lot worse somehow talking her into making extra food to make it exactly how your own Thanksgiving went."

"Uh, hello?" the door to the apartment opened after a brief knock.

"Dad?" Chandler watched his father come into them. "What are you doing here?"

"Daniel and I thought you needed a reason to want to celebrate this holiday again."

"Granddad?" Daniel came back in and ran to him. "You came!"

"Of course I did." Charles picked him up. "You know that I can never say no to my favorite little guy."

"Everyone has been fighting all day." Daniel told him, and Chandler glared at everyone else. "And the food is all ruined."

"What do you say we fix that?" Charles looked at everyone else in the room. "How about instead of arguing with each other and complaining that it hasn't gone the way you wanted it, why don't you feel grateful that you're able to spend it with people that are willing to do anything to make it the best?"

"That's basically what I just told them." Chandler spoke up.

"Now about the ruined dinner…"

"There's food in Uncle Joey's." Daniel told him. "Mommy put it there for daddy just in case."

"Well, let's go get it." They walked across the hall and returned with the bag full of food.

Chandler was standing over the griddle making up some grilled cheese sandwiches for all of them. Daniel was next to him standing on a chair as he buttered the bread. Charles was getting out the wine glasses as he found some sparkling cider for all of them.

"We're fixing Thanksgiving, right daddy?" Daniel asked him.

"Yes, we are." Chandler smiled down at him. "Why don't you set the table?"

"Ok." Daniel hopped off the chair as Charles came over to him.

"So is this day turning out better for you?" he asked him.

"It's starting to." Chandler told him.

"Look I know that Thanksgiving has held bad memories for you when you were a kid." Charles started. "But I think you should start to get over it. Especially since I know that at least one good thing has happened for you on a Thanksgiving in the past."

"Yeah," Chandler watched Daniel set the plates out on the table and glanced across the room at Monica. "I think I need your help with something."

"Ok. What is it?"

"It's an idea I have for the perfect Christmas gift for Monica."

"Ok." Charles listened to what his son had planned.

Chandler walked into his bedroom later that night after he read Daniel three stories, at his request. He started to change out of his clothes as he spotted Monica sitting up on the bed and reading one of her books.

"Is he asleep?" she looked up at him.

"Finally," he sighed as he climbed into bed next to her. "He wanted me to read three books to him."

"I bet you're glad that today is finally over." She put her book on the side table.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about how I acted today."

"You weren't that bad." She assured him. "Ross was so much worse."

"I'm going to try to get over my bad Thanksgiving." He told her. "I need to focus on the good things that have happened to me on Thanksgiving in the past."

"What do you mean?"

"Well if you recall, we came together on a Thanksgiving night six years ago and ended up conceiving Daniel."

"Yes, we did." She smiled at him. "Best night of my life."

"Mine, too. I just needed a little reminding." He held her against him as they settled into bed. "I'm glad that night happened. I can't imagine what I'd be like today if you and Daniel weren't in it."

"Ditto." She reached over and turned out the light as they drifted off to sleep.

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