A/N:

It's been 84 years...

Just kidding. It's been six months! I don't know if you're still waiting for an update for this story but if you are, well today's the day you've been waiting for. I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I won't make any promises anymore but all I can say is that I aim to finish all my stories no matter how long it takes.

Anyway, here's the next chapter in the lives of our favorite couple...

Chapter 8

CHANDLER'S POV

This is it; we're going home. I'll be back to my old life, and she'll be back where she belongs. No more pretending. No more Mr. and Mrs. Bing. No more Chandler and Juliet.

When we told Phoebe that we were finally going home to New York, she was happy for us. But then again, she wasn't exactly that thrilled. She really enjoyed having us around and taking care of Monica. To make her feel better, I promised her that we'll visit her someday, when everything is back to normal. But still, in the back of my head, the thought of everything piecing out the way they should be is far-fetched.

Funny how it seems, as I recall that knight on the yacht – I thought that the chance of us ever being together was less likely than me being struck by lightning. Well, I thought wrongly and I was caught in this big charade, which is nothing short of a beautiful nightmare.

A few weeks ago, I received a forwarded letter from my brother. It was an offer for a scholarship to a college I'm applying to. I've been waiting for weeks before the whole incident happened, working extra hard only to come up short. I almost got it - to only see the opportunity go away; fully realizing how much my life has changed because of that one night. In one snap I find myself back to square one.

We'll be leaving in two days, and Phoebe didn't want us to leave without having a send-off party with the whole town. I told her that it won't be necessary but she insisted, and if I know the woman - she won't take no for an answer.

This party would not only be about saying goodbye to Phoebe and the rest of the town; this will also be my send-off to Monica. After all the lies and the eventual pain that I'll cause her, I'm finally setting her free. I'm letting her go, no matter how difficult it may be for me to say goodbye. Still, I remind myself that I shouldn't feel like I had her and that I'll lose her, for she was never mine to begin with. She will never be.

MONICA'S POV

I haven't told Chandler yet, but I'm beginning to remember things. These memories are vague, yet I can feel that they're real. I remember being in a park, with paper cranes...And I was happy...There was a man with me, although I could not complete a picture of his face. I would like to believe that it was Chandler, but I cannot really tell. When the man begins talking, I suddenly dream about a whole different place. I see a garden, all so quaint and peaceful. There's a man, though surely not the one from the park. He calls for me, and I run as fast as I can. I'm trying to reach him, yet the space between us seems infinite.

I wanted everything to be perfect for our trip, so I began packing our things. I can't wait to begin my life with Chandler. It's a little silly because we have been married for quite some time now. My condition may have made me forget what we had the past year, but I actually think that I'm lucky. You only meet the love of your life for the first time once. And I was able to do so twice. To get that indescribable feeling once again; the one where you look into the other person's eyes, igniting that spark that you never knew you needed. And then you'll always have the gift of tomorrow; each new day of discovery, finding out the things you'll like and hate the most, yet loving each other ever more deeply anyway.

I was tired from packing so I took a nap for a few hours. I woke up just in time for Phoebe's visit. We were going to the downtown to buy a dress for tonight's party. It probably took me fifty tries before I found the one I was looking for. "How about this, Juliet?" Phoebe asked. It was a pink body-hugging strap dress which hung just above my knee.

CHANDLER'S POV

The party started at 8:00 in the evening. Monica and I didn't go together because she insisted on getting ready at Phoebe's and the reason being that she wanted her look to be a surprise. And so I waited, patiently. Minutes passed and she was still nowhere to be found. Mike was on the stage, preparing to perform with his band. Phoebe really did well with this party. A disco ball hangs at the middle of the room, with a spotlight shining right at it. About ten tables were set up, with the buffet table on the right-most side, as little sunflowers fill the surroundings.

I wore a blue-denim shirt and cream pants with a single red rose in hand. I clutch on my left pocket, constantly checking the gift I bought for Monica. I don't know why but I'm nervous to see her. She's beautiful; elegant even without trying. I guess I'm afraid; no - I am terrified of falling harder in love, if that's even possible.

And there she was, looking radiant in her pretty pink dress. I am in awe. She looked around and when our eyes met, her face lit up. I was just standing there, my mind willing my body to move. The latter giving no response. "Chandler?" She called for me as she held my hand. "Wow." was all I could bring myself to say. "Hey everyone, our guests of honor are here!" Phoebe announced happily to the crowd in the room. "Why don't you guys sit down and start eating?" She turned to me and Monica. "Okay. Come on, Chandler." She led me to our seats. "This is for you." I gave her the rose. "Why thank you, my handsome husband." She replied with a peck on my right cheek. After the dinner, Phoebe started a small program where some of our closest neighbors gave us messages and gifts.

As the night winded down, Mike's band took over and played some dance songs. "Can I have this dance?" I reached out my hand to Monica and she happily agreed. We settled at the middle of the dancing pairs, her right hand over my shoulder and the other intertwined with my own.

Something in the way she moves,

Attracts me like no other lover...

I lose myself in this moment; not another thought present in my mind aside from our bodies moving in sync. Both of us feeling the slow rhythm with every beat.

Something in the way she woos me...

I don't want to leave her now,

You know I believe and how...

She moves closer to me, her head now resting on my shoulder, clinging tighter to me. I then move my hand on her waist, just above her hips. I've never felt more comfortable in my life.

Somewhere in her smile, she knows...

That I don't need no other lover

Something in her style that shows me...

I then remember the necklace in my pocket, so I let go of her for a moment that led to her protest. I give her the simple jewelry: a heart-shaped jade stone pendant - a token of me. It doesn't matter to me if she'll remember the man, or remember that I existed at all. I just want her to remember that there was someone. I want her to keep it, hoping that maybe one day when she looks back to her time in the mountains, she'll remember how much that someone cared; of how much that someone loved her.

I don't want to leave her now,

You know I believe and how...

I don't want to leave her. I don't want to lose her. Yet she was never mine. She begins to cry but from utter joy. She turns back at me and I slowly help her wear the gift on her neck. We remained at our position, and she turned her head at me, capturing me in a soft passionate kiss.

"I love you." She tells me with all honesty. "I love you so much, Juliet." I reply back. She blushed and I placed another kiss on her nose.

As we got out of our own little world, I noticed that Phoebe was watching us attentively and I could see her gushing all over us. "You guys!" She said, obviously touched. She hugged us both. "You know, I'm gonna miss you two so much." Phoebe added, a little sad. "We're gonna miss you too, Pheebs." Monica told her friend. "You guys are so perfect for each other, sometimes I'm jealous." Phoebe said in a fake pout.

"Just imagine how beautiful your kids will be!" She then exclaimed, and I choked on my drink. Monica tapped on my back worriedly. "I don't think we're ready for that yet, Pheebs." I told the blonde-haired lady. "Yeah, I don't think so to." Monica agreed, to my relief. "Still, there's no harm in thinking about it right? But if you were to have one, what will you name it? Hint: Phoebe." Phoebe said excitedly. "We love you, Pheebs but I don't think we're going to name our future child Phoebe." Monica said with a laugh. "But you can surely be godmother." She ended to Phoebe's contentment. "Fair enough." Phoebe replied. "Now follow me, I have a final surprise for you."

Phoebe led us outside where a lovely fireworks display welcomed us. This night feels more and more like that night I first saw her on the yacht and I could feel the chills in my bones.

MONICA'S POV

I focus my attention on the fireworks gracefully dancing in the sky, as Chandler holds my hand protectively. "You are breathtakingly beautiful." He suddenly whispers. I smiled for a moment before I felt a sharp pain in my head. I close my eyes in a wince and visions similar to the dreams I've been having fill my mind.

You are breathtakingly beautiful.

Everything's blurred. I see flashes of a crowd and a man holding my hand. He was wearing a tuxedo and had short, somewhat curly hair. He's sporting a goatee that I could confirm. I could almost complete the picture of his face. I see a small staircase and I look around, noticing that I'm in some kind of both, right in the middle of the ocean.

You are breathtakingly beautiful.

Once again, somebody's calling for me.

"Juliet! Juliet!" I hear someone shout at me. Suddenly everything's pitch-dark. And then it hit me; Chandler.

I wake up in his arms. The panic in his face collapsed in an instant. "Oh God, Juliet." He said, caressing my face. The crowd earlier was now gathered around us, with some murmurs going by. I sure made quite a scene. "Juliet, honey are you okay?" Phoebe asked me worriedly. "I'm fine now, it's just when I blacked-out... I had a dream..." I tried to explain. "Maybe we should head home now. Thank you, everybody." Chandler announced to the group. Some nodded while others bid us a good night. He signalled his hands, as if he was leading me to be carried home. He lifted me up before I could respond.

When we arrived home, he began asking me questions. "Juliet, are you starting to remember?" His voice was calm and careful. "I have for some time now...But, I don't know if they are real. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you. I just wasn't sure. And I don't want to give us false hope that everything's going back to the way it was..." I told him. I was afraid that he'll get upset at me. "It's fine, just tell me next time, okay? All I want is for you to get better. What kind of things are you remembering?" He asked me reassuringly. "I actually have different kinds of dreams; there was one where I'm in a park and then there's this other one where I'm in some kind of boat or in a garden...I was sensing that people are calling out to me, although I can't hear clearly my name." I narrated as Chandler listened intently to me.

CHANDLER'S POV

"So I guess you haven't remembered anything completely yet..." I said. "Yeah. But Chandler, even though they may not be concrete dreams, I'd like to believe that there's a reason for remembering them. So please, tell me...Which of them is real?" She asked, looking straight into my eyes. I shielded away from her gaze before speaking. "You dreamed about being in a park?" I responded. "Yes." She said. "Was there anybody with you?" I continued. "There was a man...In all my dreams there was a man but in this dream, I think he looks like you. I don't know, maybe I just want to believe it's you. I'm just really confused, Chandler." She explained as the tears she'd been trying to hold back streamed down her face. I brought her into my arms and kissed the top of her head.

"We were in a park. It was a happy day. It was the first day we met." I said. "Really?" She sure looked like she regained hope and I could see the excitement in her face. "Really." I said with a smile. "Oh my gosh, Chandler! This is progress. Everything will be better! I got to tell Phoebe." She said giddily and before I knew it she was out the door. "Phoebe! Phoebe, open up!" I could hear her shout at Phoebe's door. I can't help but laugh. She looked adorable. I am truly happy for her. She deserves to get well. All of my joy shrunk when I remembered the bad side. She'll remember the whole story. She will remember what led her to be with me. She will remember that I am not her husband. She'll remember that she fell for a big liar. I began to cry. I'd rather live in a world where she doesn't even know I exist, than live in a world where I know she hates me.

The next day, I prepared our car for the trip. I even began placing our things inside which doubled in number because of all the mementos Phoebe insisted on giving. Monica on the other hand was enjoying her time with Phoebe and her friends. I was walking back to our house when Sam called. "Hello." I said. "Hi, Chandler. So, how are you? How is Monica? Are you ready for tomorrow?" He asked. "I'm doing okay. Phoebe threw us a goodbye party yesterday. And Monica man, she's starting to remember..." I said in a nervous tone. "What? Does...does she know?" I could sense the fear in his voice. "She doesn't. For some reason, she's just remembering bits and pieces of real memories. She still doesn't remember who she is." I said sadly. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes, I am sure. I have to go now, I'll just meet you in the city, okay?" I responded. "Okay. Bye, Chandler."

MONICA'S POV

Phoebe and our other friends enjoyed our last day together. I'm going to miss them so much but I also can't wait to see our families and friends back in New York. Chandler told me that we'll visit the city first before finally heading to our old house. I'm so excited that I can't sleep. I just closed my eyes and forced myself to do so. I needed the energy for tomorrow.

We left before sunrise. "Goodbye, Phoebe." I hugged my friend lovingly. "I'm going to miss you, Juliet." She told me in between tears. "Oh come on now, don't cry...I'll visit you when I have the time. I promise. Right, Chandler?" I turned to my husband. "We will. Thank you so much for everything, Phoebe." It was his turn to say goodbye. "You take care of your lady, Chandler Bing! Or else..." Phoebe said in a mild yet menacing tone. "Of course." Chandler replied. "You'll be the first to know." I told her. "So, I guess we're heading off now. Thanks, everyone." And off we went.

The trip was quiet for the most part. We only talked when Chandler asks me if I was okay. I always respond with a gentle squeeze on his hand. We had one stopover on a top of a hill. We slept on the trunk of his car, surrounded by the cool breeze and the blue magnificent sky above us. I cuddled closer to Chandler and it felt like I could stay there forever.

A few hours more and we arrived at the border headed towards New York. Just a few more and we're home. "So Chandler, will we be meeting someone in the city?" I asked. "Ummm, yeah. My brother." He replied. "Oh cool, I have a big brother?" I responded happily. "Oh, are we close? Do we spend holidays together? What about your parents? How about my family? Will they be meeting us?" I can't help but bombard him with questions and I could see that he was increasingly annoyed. "I'm sorry." I ended timidly. "Sooner or later. Now, could we just focus on getting there first?" He said. "Okay, I just figured since we're almost home already we can talk about it. Maybe we could give them souvenirs."

After a little while, we parked our car somewhere in the business district. "Chandler, why are we here?" I asked, a little confused. Chandler told me we were not that well-off and I don't think our home is anywhere here. "Just going for a walk." He said and he locked his hand with mine as we walked. I told him I was hungry so we ate in a sandwich place. "So, do you remember anything?" He asked. "What? Do I have to remember something about this place?" I thought for a moment. "I don't remember anything..." I tried to think of something, to no avail. "When we first met, you bought a sandwich from me." He told me with a smile. "Oh. Now that we're in that topic, why don't you tell me more about the first day we met?" I said as I put a palm on my face, looking like a child waiting for her bedtime story.

He told me about how I was lost, and that he offered to show me around and help me go home. He then told me about our trip to the park and gushed about how I acted like an excited little child riding the seesaw for the first time. A few minutes passed before a man tapped on Chandler's shoulder. "Chandler." The man whispered. "Sam, why didn't you call? Chandler hugged the man whose name was Sam. They then turned to me. "Juliet, do you remember my brother Sam?" He asked cautiously. I looked at the man's face and I can't piece any memory of him. I looked straight into his eyes, and found nothing. "Sam!" I hugged him. And when I let go, I could see that he was uncomfortable. "Oh sorry. It's just, are we close? I don't know, I thought maybe we hug each other when we meet..." I was embarrassed. "I take it you don't remember him?" Chandler said. "Yeah...I'm sorry." I said. "It's okay...uh, Juliet." The man responded in a nervous smile.

We went back to our car and Chandler drove to a high-rise building in the middle of the city. I looked up at the letters attached to the building which said "Geller International". "So, is there anything to remember here?" I asked the two men. "Well, do you remember something?"

CHANDLER'S POV

I waited patiently for her response. "Not really." She said disappointingly and continued looking around the place. "This is it man, we'll leave her here and wait for somebody to recognize her." Sam told me quietly. "What?! We're not going to abandon her here!" I said. "And what other idea do you have, little brother?" He said. "We'll go inside, ask for Mr. Geller and respectfully hand her daughter back." I don't even believe myself. "And you expect them to be happy and treat you like a hero? Thank you for kidnapping her daughter?" Sam told me sarcastically. "Hey! You were the one who kidnapped her! I'm a victim too." I defended myself. "It's now or never, man." It was a stupid, cruel idea. Yet, it seemed like I had no choice. "Juliet, can we leave you for a couple minutes? We just need to check this place out." I left her some of our bags. "Where are you going? Why can't I go with you?" She asked suspiciously. "Umm, some guy stuff Juliet... You'd just get bored." Sam tried to explain. "And waiting here is not boring?" She answered back mockingly. "Why don't you go around by yourself, it'll help you remember. We'll meet you back here, I promise." I said, almost pleading. "Fine, don't take so long!" She hugged me and kissed my cheek. I held her longer, knowing that this is goodbye.

MONICA'S POV

I waited for hours. I probably went inside all the stores along the whole street. I even went inside Geller International just for the heck of killing time, yet they still didn't arrive. I got a bad feeling about this. I then felt one of the pockets in our bag vibrate. Chandler left his phone with me. Maybe, he had another phone? Someone, was calling. It was an unknown number and I answered it. "Hello?" I said. "Chandler? Wait a minute, this is a woman's voice. Where's my son?" The man sounded confused. Son - he must be Chandler's dad. "Mr. Bing? Dad? Do I call you 'dad'?" I responded excitedly. Maybe he could take me home. "Yes, this is Mr. Bing...Excuse me miss but why do you have my son's phone? Who are you?" He asked. "This is Juliet! Your son's wife?" I said. "My son's what?!" I could hear him choke. "Chandler's wife? We just celebrated our anniversary a few months ago?" I tried to help the man remember. "Chandler got married?!" He said in disbelief. "Yes? Umm, Mr. Bing I really need your help. Chandler and Sam left me a few hours ago and they still haven't gone back. If it's okay with you, could you pick me up? We we're supposed to go home today..." I said. "He just left you? Oh man, my son is married..." He took a deep breath. "I guess if you're my son's wife...Where are you?" He said as a resolve. "I'm in front of Geller International." I said. "That's far...Anyway, okay. Just wait for me ,okay."

A/N:

And there you have it.

I had to include the song "Something" to the story. It's been stuck in my head for the past week. I blame Mr. Perry for that. Apparently, he sings it in the shower.

Thank you so much again for your support! Anyway, please do leave your reviews. I would gladly appreciate them. :)