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Monica had fallen asleep in Richard's arms last night. She slipped out of the bed, and walked slowly out of the room. Ross and Rachel were sleeping on the couch. She crept passed them so she wouldn't disturb them, then slipped out the door. She walked across the hall to Apartment 19, then slowly and softly opened the door. "Hello?" She called out, her voice no more than a whisper. "Chandler!" She called out, then walked slowly towards his room, and opened the door.

He was sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Chandler?" She asked softly, walking towards him. "Where's Phoebe and Joey at?" She sat down on edge of the bed, gently touching his arm. She sighed when he didn't answer her. "Chandler?" She tried again, lightly shaking him.

Chandler finally glanced towards her, looking confused at first. "Why.. why are you here?" He asked, before glancing back towards the ceiling.

Monica sighed. "You know, you weren't the only one hurt." She said a little harsher than she meant too. "I was also hurt or did you know that? But Richard said that he had wanted everything I did. Marriage, more kids.. but all you did was pushed me away."

Chandler flinched at her tone. He rolled over on his side so he was facing the wall, with his back to her.

Monica stood up. "Because of this, we are all separated, on different sides of this argument. Our argument. Don't you even care that our friends are divided now because of you?!"

"Be.. Because of me?" Chandler rolled around to face her. He propped himself up on his elbows. "What? This whole thing isn't my fault, some of it, but not all of it."

"Monica, I think you should go now," Phoebe said from the doorway.

Monica didn't move from her spot. "Well it isn't my fault! I was the victim here!"

Chandler stood up from the bed. "The victim?" He repeated softly, then covered his mouth with his hand. She was right, this was his fault. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

Phoebe grabbed Monica's arm, and pulled her out of the room. "I said I think you should go." She said, pointing towards the door.

Monica glanced back towards Chandler's room, then sighed. "I'll go," she said, walking out the door and back to her own apartment. Ross was awake when she walked in.

"Where was you?" He asked in a sleepy voice.

She sighed. "I just went to talk to Chandler," she confessed. "He thinks part of this is my fault." She sat down beside him and rested her head on his shoulder.


Chandler was still sitting in the floor when Phoebe came back in, with Joey following her. He was just staring ahead like he was looking at something.

"Chandler?" Joey asked, kneeling beside him. "What happened?" He lightly shook him, but got no response. "Come on," he pulled him to his feet, then helped him back to the bed. He glanced at Phoebe. "So what happened?" He asked.

Phoebe sighed. "Monica came by earlier, and practically accused him of hurting her. She said that she was the victim."

He took a deep breath. "I can't believe this," he mumbled to himself, then walked out of the room.

Phoebe sat down beside Chandler. She pulled the cover over him, then kissed his forehead. "Your gonna be alright, you'll get through this." She whispered encouragingly.


Monica still had her head on Ross's shoulder, when she heard the door swing open. She jumped, then glanced towards the door. Ross signaled for her to stay, then he stood up. "What do you want?"

Joey was just glaring at Monica. "A relationship takes two people to ruin it, not just one!"

Monica just glanced at her hands, remaining silent.

Ross pushed him towards the door. "You can't just come in here and yell at me sister!"

Joey glared at him. "Well your sister just came over to my apartment to yell at Chandler! And I will not tolerate that!"

Ross pushed him again. "Chandler doesn't need you fighting his battles for him!"

Joey pushed him back. "No? Well Monica doesn't need you to fight for her either! She's capable of taking care of herself!" He turned away to leave.

Ross pushed him into the door, causing it to close back. "Monica is vulnerable right now!" He argued, then grabbed him by the shirt collar. "She honestly needs me, but Chandler doesn't need you! He can look out for himself." He punched him continuously.

Rachel, who had woken up during the commotion, hurried over. "Stop!" She said, pulling Ross off Joey. "This isn't right, none of it is." She gently pushed Ross back towards Monica, then glanced at Joey, who was laying against the door, his eyes wide.

Monica had watched the commotion, Richard was sitting beside her.

Rachel pulled Joey to his feet, but he almost fell when she let go of him. He glared once more towards Ross, then slipped out the door. Rachel closed it behind him, then glanced over at Ross. "So how far would that have gone if I hadn't intervened?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Ross just shrug, then walked over to sit beside Monica on the couch, with Richard on her other side.


Phoebe had stayed with Chandler until she was sure he had fallen asleep, then walked out of the room. She heard something crash into the door. Taking a deep breath, she walked over and opened it.

Joey was laying on the ground, beat pretty bad. "Ouch," he said.

Phoebe covered her mouth, then quickly reached down to help him up. "Are you okay?" She asked, leading him into the apartment and towards the couch.

He sat down. "I'm alright." He said. "I stood up for Chandler and I would do it again in a heartbeat, even if it kills me."


Chandler had heard them talking in the other room. He sighed, smacking his head against the pillow. He felt like he might cost his best friend his life. He took a deep breath, then got up and walked over to the window. He opened it and climbed out. Maybe if he just disappeared then things would be better.


Author's Note: Well? What did y'all think? Review, please! Toodles!

Tall, out!