Searching for your Identity
I hope you like de story, and that you tell me his opinions, through them I know if I'm on the right path.
Remember English is not my native language, I hope the translation is correct, check it, but sometimes I miss some incorrect personal pronouns for the phrase, sorry.
I reiterate, I do not own the characters of Friends I only rely on them for the pure pleasure of writing stories without any economic interest, and Monica and Chandler they inspire me
Chapter 7
When she got to her room, Nora threw herself on the bed, she didn't know how she had managed to get rid of Richard, she was sure they believed her, and she thought, "Chandler, my son, you donated bone marrow to your father, to the man you don't want in any way let him know about you, however, you had the generosity to save his life..." "God, how could Charles and I, with the kind of life we gave you, have managed to make your heart come out intact, generous, loving, clearly we do not deserve this son"
Nora was sure that, with her actions, neither Richard nor his son would follow in Chandler's footsteps, her son was happy, so in love with Monica, they got along so well, they were perfect for each other as Joey had said at the wedding, and those beautiful children who loved him so much…. No, I wouldn't say anything, I didn't want to worry him with the donation issue, I'm not going to worry him with Richard's speculations.
Nora had a successful presentation, spent Saturday with her family, and she left for Spain carefree.
When leaving the hotel Timothy asked his father, "And now what do we do, we'll have to start the search again, you really don't remember any other girl…"
"Timothy, Nora lied, she is a brilliant actress, they should give her an Oscar, when I looked into her eyes they began to hesitate, when I told her that the donor was my son, her mouth opened slightly, surprised, evidently he didn't tell her, she was finding out at that moment, Nora had a hard time keeping her eyes on me, she seemed calm but her look was one of fear." "Perhaps she was unaware that her son knew that I was the father, but that is not likely, Nora acknowledged that she's not a prude, and I know that marriage with Charles Bing was hell, he turned out to be gay, so I wouldn't be surprised if she had yelled at Charles in front of his son."
"How do you know that, dad?
"It doesn't matter, on Long Island the disastrous marriage was known to everyone, when I began to remember that time I remembered people's comments"
Richard did not want Timothy to know, at least for now, that Chandler was the husband of Monica, the one who had been his girlfriend after the divorce and with whom he had been so in love.
"Son, let's wait a little, take the opportunity to find out where Chandler Bing works, I don't know if she will tell her son anything about this meeting, maybe it will put him on alert and defensive, if he knows that I am his father, considering talk about the act of generosity he had, I don't think he will deny me the truth, but we will let a little time pass."
A week later Richard contacted Jack
"Hello friend, how are you?" Richard introduced himself.
"Hello, how happy, how are you, how is your health, is the transplant working?" Jack asked.
"If everything is getting better for now, Jack, I would like to meet up and chat. I'm trying to get my social life back. Won't you come home? Let's eat something and chat quietly."
"Yes of course, when you want me to go, you want me to go with Judy."
"Friend, for now I'm trying to reduce visits, until my immune system is stronger, come alone, if you like, come on Friday around noon and we'll eat something together."
"Perfect, I'll be there, I also want to chat with you, see you, greetings to the family," Jack answered.
"You also send her a hug from Judy, we'll see her again, see you Friday."
Richard had to think of a strategy to find out something about Chandler without him seeming very interested.
On Friday Jack arrived around 12:00, bringing with him a blueberry pie that Judy sent him for dessert.
"Hello, here you are, this is sent to you by Judy" Jack began as soon as he entered Richard's apartment.
"Oh that's great, thank you, her cakes are delicious"… Come in, sit down while I take the cake to the kitchen and tell Ms. Ana to prepare lunch ¿do you want to drink something?"
"No, not now, thank you" and he continued.
"Richard, you look good, you have regained weight, you look healthy"
"Yes, I also feel better, stronger, I try to go for a walk, generally I do it with Timothy, we go to the park that is close to me or somewhere with not too many people to avoid contagion, but I really feel better, before the transplant I thought I wouldn't get out of this."
"You had told me that your children were not suitable, obviously it was a miracle that they found a donor from the bank so quickly" said Jack
"Actually it was not a donor from the bank, but a person who came forward to be my donor, and he was compatible," Richard explained.
"Wow, and who was he, a nephew…?" Jack asked.
"I don't know, he wanted to remain anonymous and signed a confidentiality agreement with the clinic," Richard answered.
"And you have no idea who he could be? He asked Jack again.
"No, no idea…"
"But now you tell me, how is Judy, your children, Chandler, the grandchildren?"
"Everyone is fine, luckily, Monica is pregnant! Jack answered with a huge smile.
"I thought they couldn't have children of their own," said Richard.
"Actually, they had told them that it was difficult, but not impossible, none of them had infertility problems, but rather other types of problems and evidently with so much insistence they overcame them," Jack answered with a mischievous smile and winking one eye.
"I'm happy for them, you've always told me that they are a very close couple, it's good that they achieved what they wanted. And Ross is still with Rachel?
"Yes, those two were a back-and-forth fight, fortunately they have matured, now they have a 10-month-old boy, Martin," Jack answered again with a huge smile… "And Ben is about to enter university next year."
"God, how time flies, when I met him I don't think he was a year old," Richard said.
"My children always ask about you, last year when we all came back from vacation Judy told them what was happening to you, the illness and the need to find a donor soon, and everyone was very worried about you" commented Jack.
"That must have been in August, right?" Richard asked.
"Yes, I think so, yes, yes, it was for August, because Ross, Monica and their families went to the beach house all Judy and we went on a cruise, when we came back we wanted to see our grandchildren and at the meeting we told them." Jack explained.
"Of course, that was around the time I received the transplant," Richard commented.
"Exactly, and then they always ask me how you are, if the procedure worked for you, especially Chandler, he has a colleague at work who was going through something similar and is also improving," Jack told him.
"Yes, Chandler has always been a young man, well now he is a very generous man and has empathy, he cares about the people around him" said Richard
The friends continued talking about everything a little, memories of the past, mutual friends, anecdotes, they laughed a lot, they had a pleasant afternoon.
After Jack left, Richard sat in his favorite chair, there was no doubt, Chandler found out about his illness in August, in August the donor appeared and at the end of August they did the treatment. Chandler had no way of knowing how his donation had turned out if it wasn't through Jack and Judy and he invented the story about the colleague, he was clever, obviously no one in his family knows their relationship, probably not even Monica, he wants to protect her from news that would surely worry her, he agrees with that, he would never do anything to change Chandler's decision, If he approached, he would never do it through the family, it had to be just the two of them, face to face, nor should his children know the connection between Chandler and the Geller's, there would be a risk that one of them would talk too much, both had known the Geller's. as young people, and although they not had contact with any of them for years, with Michel there would be no danger, she lived in California, as for Timothy…. He had to think about how to get him away from the topic definitively.
Richard decided to talk to Timothy.
"Son, there is something that I am going to reveal to you only in part," Richard said very seriously.
Timothy looked at him expectantly.
"I know Chandler, I know who he is and I know his family, I haven't told you because I'm completely sure that he stayed away, even knowing who I was, just to protect his family, if they knew our relationship would bring them discomfort, concern and it would not be welcome news, I totally agree with his decision, I share his reasons" Richard said looking at his son in the eyes and continued
"I intend to achieve a meeting with him, I need it, but just the two of us. We have a lot to talk about, and if he agreed to meet in the future, maintain some kind of relationship, they would always be like this, totally unknown to others, even to you."
"Timothy I need you to promise me that you will never tell anyone about my relationship with Chandler, he wants it that way and so do I, if you ever meet him and his family you will act only like my son, you will not show any brotherly relationship with him"
"But dad, why, who is he?" Timothy asked in amazement. -
"I repeat, I'm not going to tell you, and if you were to discover it through some twist of fate, I hope you understand, he saved my life! The least we can do is not complicate his life" "I need you to give me your word," Richard repeated.
"Okay, I understand, don't worry, I give you my word, there will be no traces of my search in my notebook, I never mentioned any of this to Michel or Lizzy, not until you authorized me to do so. I swear I never won't tell anyone anything, this is between you and him, you know that I want everything to go well, that you have a good meeting, and whatever you need, let me know, count on me, just tell me how the meeting went, tell me what you can" Timothy also said. staring his father in the eyes.
Richard remained calm, any danger of the truth coming to light was ruled out, now he had to gather strength for the meeting.
Timothy had found out what time Chandler left work, and that he returned to his house by subway and train, he didn't use the car, everything was planned.
A week later, at 4:45 p.m. Richard stood in the central hall of the building where Chandler works, he was looking for him in each group of people who were leaving the elevators. Ten minutes after 5 p.m., Richard saw Chandler coming out of the elevator, chatting animatedly with a colleague. Richard approached.
Chandler suddenly saw a tall, thin, completely gray-haired man, but he had no doubt it was Richard, God, he thought, what is he doing in the hall at my work. He stopped dead, his colleague looked at him surprised, "Chandler, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, an acquaintance is waiting for me, you go ahead, have a good weekend," Chandler replied.
"Same for you, but are you okay?" the colleague asked since Chandler had turned pale.
"Yes, don't worry, see you on Monday."
Chandler and Richard got closer,
"Wow Richard, what a surprise, what are you doing here? Chandler said, trying to sound relaxed and indifferent,
"I came so we could talk, we have a lot to say, you know and I know. We can talk in a quiet place" said Richard who also showed nervousness, he was afraid that Chandler would say no. That they had nothing to talk about and I left it there in the Hall.