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AN: I have looked over season 1, and I have decided to place this story directly after TOW the birth, but just before TOW Rachel finds out.

He did it, he woke up! Those shining blue hues looking back into mine. Honestly he could look better, his hair is disheveled, his skin as white as snow and the ventilator is still sucking down his throat. His eyes are like the only good thing of him that is left.

As I stare into his eyes, I see so much pain. If anything I feel responsible. I don't know why. I would do anything to pull him out of pain, though. He is my best friend, and I am in love with him, that's why I feel responsible.

I almost believe that this is all a dream. So, secretly, I pinch myself. It turns out that it isn't. I have never been good at hiding stuff from him. He looks at me funny, that's when I realize that he knew, so much for a secret.

The silence is killing me. Even though I know that he can't talk, I speak anyway. "Hi." What a good way to start a conversation with someone who is on a ventilator, Monica. I thought. I smile tugs at my lips as he points to the ventilator. "Sweetie I know you can't talk, I know." I say. An idea pops into my mind, but it involves leaving the room. "Honey, would you be ok if I left the room for a minute?" I ask, he nods his head and then I leave the room. I then walk to the nurses satiation, I ask them if they have any paper and they give me a piece of paper, I then walk back into Chandler's room and hand him the piece of paper. I then hand him a pen from the white board, I see that he is writing something I just can't make it out. He holds it up, a tear rolls down my face as I read it. 'Mon, I heard what you said and... I love you too.'

Seriously, right now I want to run to the roof and scream out; I am in love with Chandler Bing, and he loves me back! Or you know my friends would be enough.

I am pretty sure that we crossed over from 'the friends zone' to actual relationship. Huh technically I am Chandler's girlfriend, and Chandler is my boyfriend. I just need clarification. "So does that mean that there is an us?" I ask. Again, he is writing something down. He holds it up an it reads; 'only if you want to'. "Well I want to." I say. He stretches his arms out for me, I happily accept, and we share a hug that has actual feelings.

We pull apart a the sound of a knock at the door. I look and I see Joey standing in the doorway. "I couldn't wait anymore." He says. I give him a warm smile, and gesture for him to come in farther. "I'll be in the waiting room." I say, both men nod and I exit the room.

I am about to turn the corner to the waiting room, but I hear my name being said multiple times. "Do you think Monica will be ok? I mean they seem super close, closer than me and her." I hear Rachel say.

"I don't know, Chandler is so important to her. If he does die, I don't know if she will be able to move past it." Ross says.

"I have a very bad feeling about all of this. I mean shot in the chest, that had to be bad." Phoebe says. A not has formed in my stomach, the thought of Chandler dying makes me feel like throwing up. I run to the nearest bathroom and do just that.

"No he can't die." I whisper as I lean against the wall. "He just can't." I say again. I begin to think about every good moments we have ever spent together. Like the time he said I was one of his favorite people, the time he said if we were forty and neither of us were married, we would get together, and countless others.

But then I start to think about life, if we never met. I would probably still be fat, me and Ross would have defiantly gone separate ways, Joey wouldn't be in my life. There are so many things that I take for granted that this is making me realize just how important things are.

How would life be without him? The group would most likely drift apart, because Joey wouldn't be able to afford living by himself. Ross, because he would say that it would be to hard to live with out his best friend, Rachel eh I don't think she would leave. But Phoebe, she would go with the majority of the group which would be to leave. Oh my god, he is part of the glue that holds the group together. No not today, he is not getting away from me this easily.

I quickly walk out of the bathroom, and run back into Chandler's room. I walk into the room and see Joey sitting by his side. But Chandler is now off of the ventilator. I don't care if Joey gets scared by what he sees. After I shut the door, I run up to Chandler and glue my lips onto his. First he is surprised, but then he brings his hand up to cradle my head. Honestly not the most romantic first kiss ever, but he is a great kisser. "Wow guys, whatcha doin?" I hear Joey ask. Even though I can hear him, I chose to ignore him. But then the awkwardness kicks in.

"hey Joe can you give us minute?" I ask, after I pull away.

"Ya baby!" He exclaims

"Joe, I am in no condition for that." Chandler says quietly. I haven't heard him talk since 'the incident', but his voice has changed. Not only has it gotten quieter, it relaxes me even more that his usual voice. "Please Joe?" He asks. Joey sighs and leaves the room. I turn my attention back to Chandler, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hi baby girl." He says in the softest voice ever.

"I can't believe you heard everything." I say.

"Was my hair really that stupid?" He asks, sarcastically.

"That's the thing you're focusing on?" I ask.

"Mon, it's me. What do you expect?" He asks.

"Nothing because I love you." I say in reply.

"Well that's good because I love you, too, and if you don't kiss me again, I will just have to die." Well now he is joking about something so serious. The reason I came back is because I was afraid of just that. But I can't stay mad at him, I love him. So I pull him into a long, gentle, kiss. The emotions are right at the surface, and they are being brought out in this one, powerful, kiss. His lips are so soft, moving just perfectly with mine. If this isn't love the someone please explain it. This one kiss is amazing, the emotions are coming at me so strong that I need to express them somehow. Before I know it I feel him pull away and softly stoke my cheeks. "I felt it, too." He says as he continues to stroke my cheek. "And believe you me, I'm not going anywhere."

AN: SORRY FOR THE DELAY, WEEK BEFORE SPRING BREAK CAN BE HECTIC.