A/N: Hi everyone! I know it's been a while, but I promise I haven't abandoned ship. I was planning on this to be a long chapter as you will soon see. That took some time, and on top of that, I was in a bit of a bad headspace. Family drama if you will, and it took away my inspiration to write. Trust me, you don't want me suddenly changing the direction of the story based on how I was feeling.
I'm feeling somewhat better and found my mojo so that is happy news. And the alerts came back! Even better! I did get a lot of guest reviews, which I will reply at the end of the chapter. If I missed anyone… my apologies.
Lastly, the reason this chapter is as long as it is because I wanted to cover it all in one. The next chapter is going to be something similar, and I will do my best not to take as long. Without further ado…
Chapter 9
Chandler had always defined his life as contentment. He wasn't working his dream job (whatever that was he still hadn't figured out), but he made a decent living and had a nice apartment. His roommate was a good guy, and they had an amiable living situation. He might be single though he had his fair share of female attention and companionship. Of course, until he would inevitably do something "Chandler" and that was over. His parents… Nora and Charles Bing were still Nora and Charles. He kept minimal contact with his mother on major holidays and birthdays. As for his father, he would purposely pick random times to leave a message on birthdays. He still couldn't bring himself to call him on the holidays.
Sure, his life wasn't the American Dream, but really only people like Paul Newman could make that claim and it would be true.
He wouldn't describe himself as lonely until he befriended Joey and his returned friendship with Ross. They weren't "work friends" but they were a couple of guys he could grab a beer with and that made a difference. Eddie did join them a couple of times, but his roommate wasn't the most sociable person. Although, he told Chandler he thought they were okay, which was a big endorsement from him.
Yes, his friendships with the guys were uncomplicated.
However, Chandler hadn't quite cracked the safe when it came to one Monica E. Geller.
While they were on friendly terms, there was still this barrier that surrounded her, especially around him. It was an impenetrable forcefield that he was no sooner going to crack, and he was still uncertain what it was that he wanted from her.
On the professional side, Monica was perfect. She was the ideal assistant and the longer she worked for him… he knew it was going to be that harder to let her go once she found her dream job. She kept everything running like clockwork and he could see that she managed to earn the department's respect. She knew when to be firm and straightforward, and to be compassionate and kind. She wouldn't severely criticize and enjoyed giving advice to those who needed it.
That made a significant impact on how the rest of the department approached him.
Now, his team would come to him with problems and concerns that they had either with their work, another colleague, or even something going on in their personal lives. As far as he could tell, he hadn't heard much mockery or impressions of him. Apparently how he had supported Howie got around and Chandler was noticing an uptick of those who would come to him when they needed it.
None of that would have passed if Monica hadn't been his assistant.
Yes, on the professional side, everything was all aces. Everything else was complicated.
They would take breaks together if possible and the same with lunch. He still enjoyed those moments where they could put "work" Chandler and Monica on the back burner and be themselves. However, this was where he would come up against that blockade. Monica would immediately become guarded if the conversation strayed into anything too personal or if something sparked a memory of long ago. When that happened, she would insist they go back to the office (if they were out) or return to their workspaces.
At first, Chandler tried not to think about it. But then he would see or hear how Monica interacted with the others in the office, and he would find himself longing to have the same rapport.
And it was because he had glimpsed the Monica he had used to know.
Chandler was truly missing that part of her that was the basis of their friendship. It was the hole in his life that he hadn't really realized he was missing until he tried to fill the gap with Joey and Ross. While the guys did help to lift some of the loneliness, there was no denying that he wanted to have his best friend back.
It was strange because Monica was in his life again, but it wasn't the same. He didn't know if it could ever be the same. Yet, he was certain… absolutely positive that his fixation on Monica was nothing more than the yearning to have his best friend once more.
While he was grateful that she was in his life, he knew that what he and Monica had now was all he deserved. To want something more than what she was willing to give… that wasn't fair. He couldn't ask that from her nor should he.
Besides, Monica could walk away, and he would never see her again. She certainly didn't owe him any favors if she wanted to cut ties for good once she found a restaurant to work at.
It was a day he anticipated and dreaded.
Of course, this would beg the question on what happened to her before she had walked into his office. Chandler tried to convince himself that he didn't need to know. But after both Ross and Joey had made comments about how things hadn't been easy for her… He wanted to know.
Going to Ross and Joey wasn't an option. They didn't exactly say they wouldn't, but Chandler did get the feeling that neither of them were going to go behind Monica's back to tell him what she went through. Ross and Joey only wanted to thank him for his kindness towards her and nothing more. The dutiful big brother and dear friend who wanted to express their gratitude, and who also wanted to protect her.
Chandler hadn't reached that level even in his friendship with the guys to know the personal aspects of Monica's life. In their minds, if Monica wanted him to know, then she would tell him.
And the chances of that happening… Well, hell freezing over had better odds.
It was better what he was currently doing in having Monica apply and go on interviews. Although, he was beginning to notice the frequency was less than he thought. He wanted to ask her how it was going, but he didn't want to sound like he was prying or that he was trying to discern when he should start looking for a new assistant. So far, Monica had been telling him when she needed to leave early and that was a boundary he accepted.
But he couldn't help noticing the light in her eyes were dimming with the few interviews she did have.
That could only mean there were no jobs being offered and that meant she would be his assistant a little while longer.
The implication was something Chandler was afraid to admit.
If only he knew what was coming…
xxXXxx
"You still haven't asked her out? What the hell are you waiting for Chandler Bing?"
Phoebe's voice still loudly echoed in his head even after it had been four days since his last massage. Chandler rubbed his temples gingerly, shutting his eyes tightly. He really wished he hadn't told her about the "alleged woman" in his life. She was getting more like a bloodhound, and he didn't know how long he could hold out before he broke down and told Phoebe everything. And she was really someone he didn't want to tell that too.
Maybe I should make good on my threat and find someone else to massage me, he thought. But that would require time to find someone who could do as good a job as Phoebe Buffay, and who could tolerate his mannerisms and jokes. It was a tall order and Chandler didn't know if he had the energy to find a new masseuse.
Besides, he also had a crisis on his hand.
Firmly telling the inner Phoebe to shut up, Chandler leaned back in his chair and allowed his hands to tap a nonsensical beat on the tops of his legs. It was the only respite he had before his phone rang off the hook once more as it had been doing since ten o'clock. The cacophony of frantic people in the hallway and phones ringing had been nonstop for three hours since the WENUS went haywire.
Data was inverted and the computations were off. The computer program that supported it (the MOSS-863) was malfunctioning and was throwing everything out of whack. The IT department was short circuiting themselves as they tried to resolve the issue to no avail.
Lunch had been forgotten because who could eat during this panic?
Chandler was growing frustrated with the lack of information he was getting from any person he spoke with, and he could also hear the exasperation coming from Monica as she was fielding calls and the people stopping at her desk for any sliver of detail about the WENUS.
He already had two informal meetings with his department to mostly calm them down and take down the errors they had discovered. He had Monica compile all the information so he could present it at the emergency meeting with the other department heads and managers.
Well, emergency might have sounded like an immediate decision. It wasn't. At three fifteen, he and Monica were seated at the conference table along with his colleagues and their assistants. He glanced to make sure she was ready with her notepad in her lap, her pen poised for the dictation as soon as the meeting started.
Eventually, the murmurings died down when the CEO—Geoff Franklin—entered the room.
"Okay, folks! I know today has been a rough one with the WENUS on the fritz. Apparently, we're not the only ones. The entire MOSS-863 had crashed for its users. What does that mean for us? Fortunately, our location has the benefit of being very close to the operator and we can find out from the source. Allow me to introduce Mr. Pete Becker, the creator of the MOSS-863. Mr. Becker, we thank you for coming in on short notice to assist us."
Chandler was seated at the back of the table and hadn't noticed when their guest had entered the room. Not surprising as the man was pretty non-descript and forgettable if he left the room. Lots of men have curly brown hair and some also sport a mustache and goatee. Nothing memorable; totally average. Still, the computer software guru and self-made millionaire played an integral role for his company. It was his system that was failing right now.
He better have something good to say.
"Hiya everyone!" Becker greeted enthusiastically. Either he didn't know how to read a room (there were a lot of irate and anxious people here) or he believed pleasantries could solve everything. "I appreciate you letting me come here personally to tell you what happened…"
Definitely the latter, he thought. It became more apparent when Becker launched into the techno mumbo jumbo of the MOSS-863 and how it reached its data capacity life. Or something like that. Could have been a virus. There was nothing more irritating or annoying than someone talking over everyone's heads like anyone else knew what the hell Becker was spouting. Except for the IT guys. They probably had a clearer picture of what Becker was saying.
Couldn't he speak in laymen terms? Or like a human being? Chandler tried not to let out an audible sigh, but this could have been an email. At least that was working.
As his eyes scanned across the room, he could see some of the other assistants scribbling as fast as they could with Becker's gibberish. It was then he realized he didn't hear the familiar scratching of Monica's pen next to him. He stole a glance over his shoulder, and she appeared to be discomfited until she seemed to snap out of it and was bent over her notepad.
He couldn't fault her. Becker was speaking in a foreign language as it was. This memo he was going to have to send would need its own special dictionary.
Then Becker finally got around to explaining there was going to be a brand-new launch soon of new and improved software. Mumbling under his breath, Chandler murmured, "Let me guess… the MOSS-864."
"—called the MOSS-864!" announced the creator with pride.
"How totally unpredictable," Chandler muttered, earning himself a quick jab from her pen but she did cough to cover a laugh. He couldn't help grinning as he lifted his eyes and started when Becker was looking at him. Well, not at him, but rather past him. At first, he thought Becker heard his ribbing of his new software's name, but Chandler realized the guy was looking at Monica.
He didn't know how else to decipher the look other than the man seemed to like what he saw. Not that Chandler blamed him. It was a similar besotted look that most men in the office had given Monica when she started working for him. If possible, Chandler swore that Becker's goatee groomed itself to appear more presentable.
Well, Chandler knew for a fact that Becker could have his pick of any model from Victoria's Secret. He wouldn't be shocked if the store catalogue was how he chose his girlfriends. Monica's pretty face must have taken Becker aback, especially since the room was mostly filled with middle-aged men and women.
Chandler expected him to keep talking or something, but he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from his assistant. Then the meeting was quickly adjourned.
All at once, people stood up and either headed out of the conference room or stopped to their peers. A couple of people went to Becker whose attention was diverted.
Chandler was glad the man had stopped gawking at Monica. It was embarrassing and unprofessional, especially in a room full of executive suits. He rose from his seat along with Monica to shuffle out of there so they could go back and send out this new information to the rest of his team. They didn't get far as they were blocked by Becker. And by blocked, Becker was blocking Monica. Chandler turned back with his brow furrowing at the gall that this guy had, but it was the look on Monica's face that didn't sit well with him.
It took Chandler 0.002 seconds to discover that Monica knew Becker. Even worse… Becker knew her.
"Hi, Pete," she said with a meek grin.
"I thought that was you, Monica!" Becker's smile was so wide that Chandler thought it would crack his face. "Wow. I didn't think I would see you again after you quit working at Moondance. Please tell me that I didn't accidentally enter some restaurant. That would be embarrassing after that presentation I just did."
That tiny grin of hers suddenly bloomed and she chuckled. "No restaurant. I needed a new change in scenery. And it helped that the man I'm working for is an old friend. Pete, this is Chandler Bing," she introduced, nodding to him and making Becker turn his way to acknowledge him. "Pete was an old customer of mine from the not-so Happy Days diner."
Somehow that connection made Chandler feel… off. He couldn't explain it. The last place he thought someone like Becker would patronize was a tourist trap theme restaurant. Then again, it probably wasn't the ambiance of the place if Becker's reaction to Monica was to go by.
Nevertheless, Chandler chomped down on his teeth tight as he shook hands and stood up a little straighter as he sized him up. Becker had done the same thing, his brown eyes cool and detached as the two men assessed the other.
"Well, it's good to see you again," Monica said, drawing the attention back to her. "But we have work to do. You probably have other businesses to visit about… you know."
Disappointment flickered on Becker's mien. "Oh, right. Yeah. It was really good to see you too, Monica." Then almost remembering himself, he gave Chandler a stiff nod. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
Monica was already out the door, and Chandler didn't spare Becker another look as they went back to his office. He waited until they were in the privacy of that room for him to ask her about Becker. Her face flushed as she bit her lower lip, indecision in her blue eyes. He wondered if he overstepped and was about to retract his question when she made up her mind and explained that Becker had a crush on her at one time.
"The fake wig and big boobs," she joked weakly.
Then she proceeded to tell him that Becker kept asking her out and she would turn him down each time. Repeatedly. Finally, one day he gave her a check for a tip that was $20,000 and that had been the last straw.
"He had to flaunt his money thinking that would win me over. He couldn't accept that I wasn't attracted to him and thought to appeal to my shallow side to be attracted to his wealth," Monica scoffed in disgust. "Anyways, I quit the diner not long after."
Chandler waited patiently until she was done speaking, a myriad of emotions running through him. Somehow, he was shocked that Becker resorted to throwing a big wad of moolah as a last-ditch effort to get Monica to agree to a date. He probably wasn't used to rejection and believed she would as superficial as other women if she knew how much cash he had. Then he felt affronted on her behalf because Monica was never about that. It was so insulting and degrading that Becker thought he could buy her feelings.
But that tiny voice wondered if Chandler was no better than Becker… Not that situations could be compared in the same way.
Seeing the fire in her eyes and her lip curling in disdain, Chandler had a choice in how to react. He could be the concerned boss and assess if this would have any impact in the workplace. Instead, he opted for something else entirely.
"Wow. I never thought millionaires would have the same bad luck as me. The old $20,000 trick doesn't work, huh? I'm going to have rethink my game now."
The comment served its purpose as mirth danced in her eyes while she shook her head. "If you want it to work, then you need to offer $40,000."
Chandler mocked groan. "I knew I should have invested more to afford that."
Monica's lips twitched as she folded her arms in front of her. "I was angry at Pete when he tried to give me the check. I returned it with some choice words and left. Honestly there was no spark! My friends wanted me to go out with him (and by that I mean Ross). I didn't dare tell my mom because she would have accepted the date on my behalf. I swore Ross to secrecy so she wouldn't find out. If I had agreed to go out with him, then I would feel like I'm leading him on. I couldn't do that. Suffice to say, there was some disappointment that no perks came about."
In other words, Ross was unable to enjoy the perks of his sister's would-be super rich boyfriend. However, it was the other intended mark that hit the bull's-eye. Monica's emphasis on her conduct did have Chandler lower his gaze in chastisement as his neck and collar became warm. He figured she would continue and really put him in his place, but Monica didn't.
She brought out her notepad and it was her silent way of telling him she was done talking about it and it was time for work.
Can't have the team in the dark. Chandler did let the subject drop. Monica stayed in his office long enough to have a memo put together and she returned to her desk to type it up and send it post haste. Alone, he pondered what she had told him about Pete Becker.
It was now pretty clear that Becker was still interested in her, but what of Monica? She did say she wasn't attracted to Becker then, and she was still sore about the over-the-top tip to entice her feelings. Did she feel the same now after months had passed?
And was this any of his business?
Of course, it shouldn't have been a shock that a couple days later, Chandler arrived at work to find Becker at Monica's desk. She always came to work before him, and that day was no exception. He watched them, trying to judge if she needed his intervention or not, and she wasn't squirming or looking around for an escape route. The pull on her lips wasn't a full smile, but she didn't appear distressed. Chandler cleared his throat to announce his presence and both individuals glanced at him.
Becker's brows creased as if he was trying to recall his name. Then, he snapped his fingers. "Chandler Bing."
Chandler returned the gesture. "Peter Becker."
"Uh, Pete is just fine." The millionaire winced, not a fan of the full name. Chandler filed a mental note. "I was wondering if you could spare Monica for a while. She was making it sound like you were a slave driver."
Chandler lifted his brow as Monica sheepishly chuckled. "I only meant we have a lot of work to catch up on," she explained.
"Even so, I'm sure your boss can let you go for a cup of coffee," Becker said, looking back at the boss in question.
Chandler blinked, his eyes shifting back and forth between the pair. It seemed the moment arrived where he had a choice to make. In fact, he thought about this a lot. Actually, Phoebe had wormed herself into his inner thoughts. It was bad enough with the Two Guys, but throwing in Phoebe Buffay? He was getting closer to a one-way ride to the loony bin.
Guy #1: "We haven't had sex. We NEED sex. Say whatever you have to get SEX!"
Guy #2: "Oh, sure… lie your way into sex. That won't have any repercussions. You need to do what's right no matter what!"
Phoebe: "Guy #2 does make a good point but so does Guy #1. You really do need to get yourself laid. But if you want it to be her? Then you need to make a move. Don't let some other guy get to her first and then you'll be sorry. I could always get rid of him for you. I will have to go Street Phoebe, but I will go back to the dark side just so you can flood the desert."
Yeah… he wasn't going to go down that road. There were some doors to his psyche that were best left closed.
The way he saw it… he was fortunate that he and Monica were in the place they were currently. Hell, he was lucky period. While part of him still longed for the close friendship they once had, he knew the chances of that were slim. He was given a second chance, and he couldn't bungle it up. That meant his so-called crush was ill-advised and it needed to stay with him. He was certain it would pass if he gave it time. Wouldn't be the first time.
But it was more than that. Their positions as it were, was precarious. He was the boss, and she was his assistant. That alone meant he couldn't overstep that trust or professionalism unless he wanted a trip to HR and a lawsuit to follow. Despite his hatred for his job, Chandler wasn't an idiot to risk it or the damage from the fallout if it came to be.
Most importantly, if he did decide to throw everything away and ask her out… her answer would be no and for good reason too.
Chandler had to face the facts. The past… their history was too much. He and Monica were two different people now.
He reached that conclusion the night before when he made himself a glass of warm milk with two drops of vanilla extract, a squeeze of honey, and a generous amount of ground cinnamon. She had been right long ago about the flavor combination, and he found himself always making it when he was too restless for sleep. As comforting as the drink was, Chandler needed to consider Monica first and foremost.
He couldn't be selfish. He knew if there was the slightest possibility of Monica forgiving him, then the most he could ask for was the full restoration of their friendship.
This moment on… everything regarding Monica must be done in the spirit of friendship and working harmoniously together.
Even if it left a bitter, sour taste in his mouth.
Monica might have admitted she had no attraction towards Becker, but Becker seemed the type that would make himself a nuisance until he got his way.
You're gonna regret this, Bing.
Well, what he wanted made no difference.
"Yeah. Mon, you can leave early."
Chandler tried not to read too much into her dismayed look or Becker's looking like the cat who ate the canary.
"Great! Monica, let's say 4:00? I know you have a lot on your plate after the system… Well, that is on me as the guy who made it. I don't want to put you further behind by taking you for that coffee now."
There was a startled look of surprise there. Monica hadn't expected that consideration and had assumed Becker might have want her to throw work now than later. She flashed him a grin and replied, "4:00 it is."
Becker's smile—a pretty genuine one—broke across his face. He saw himself out and Chandler took it as his cue to retreat into his office. Of course, it didn't take long for Monica to follow him inside and shut the door.
Loudly.
"What the HELL, Chandler?!" she demanded. "Why would you do that? I told you I didn't like him like that!"
Chandler went behind his desk and sat his briefcase on top. "I know what you said, but it's just coffee. It's not an actual date."
"Just coffee? That's the precursor to a date."
"Not if you make it such," Chandler told her. "Look, Mon. He's going to keep showing up now that he knows you work here. If you have one coffee with him, then you can tell him you tried and there's no spark. Or you can be super dull and boring, and he won't ever want to ask you out again. Either way, Becker is going to keep nagging you like he did at the diner. I'm not saying this is the best way to go about it, but at least you agreed this one time and that should keep him out of your way for good."
Her jaw was set, but her blue eyes did see the sense in what he was saying. She growled unhappily. "Damn it. You make a good point." Sighing, Monica relented. "I'll go. But you are going to pay for that."
Chandler could already envision the stack of papers, the dreaded calls, and the god-awful boring meetings she could devise for his personal hell. Well, she delivered, and true to Becker's word, he was there at 4:00 on the dot to take her for coffee.
It was only coffee. What's the worst that could happen?
Famous last words.
The next morning Chandler showed up to work, already prepared to meet more of Monica's wrath, only to stop cold at the sight of her empty desk. He swung his head around to see if he had missed her on his way and then checked his watch. He was on time in his usual way. Monica? She was always punctual to a fault.
It was possible she was stuck in traffic, or she slept through her alarm or…
He heard his office phone ringing and he hurried to it. "Hello?"
"Hi Chandler. It's me. I wanted to tell you I'm going to be a little late to work."
Chandler closed his eyes and exhaled in relief at Monica's voice on the other side. "That's okay. Everyone is entitled to a tardy day. How late will you be in?"
"Um… I'm in Italy."
"Little Italy isn't far from here—"
"No, Chandler. Not Little Italy in the city. I'm in Rome."
"Rome?!" he repeated. "Rome-Rome? As in that Italy?"
"The one and only."
"What—? Why—? How—?"
"It's where the best coffee place is, according to Pete. I'm sorry, but I'll be in really late." There was a low murmuring on the line and then Monica came back. "I have to go. I'll see you later."
She hung up before he could say anything else.
In a stupefied daze, Chandler sat down with the phone still clutched in his hand and pressed to his ear. Out of all the possible outcomes of Becker taking Monica out for coffee… this was never a possibility. Becker was supposed to either walk or take a cab or his limo or helicopter or whatever it was that millionaires drive in to a café and buy her a cup or two of coffee and take her home. Not whisk her away on a nearly eight-hour flight!
He dropped the handset as his eyes widened in horror. Monica had to endure the travel time for a "simple" cup of coffee. And with someone she hadn't even liked too! He played back the conversation in his head to see if he had missed anything in her tone. She didn't sound angry. Actually, her tone didn't give away that much and he didn't know if it was good or bad.
Then again, he was assuming Becker took her there without her permission. He might have asked her, and she could have agreed.
He didn't know which scenario was worse.
Phoebe: "Didn't I tell you this could happen?"
Guy #2: "No one said he was going to take her to freaking Italy!"
Guy #1: "I hate you so fucking much."
Phoebe: "You snooze, you lose."
Guy #2: "Wait! This could be like the tip thing. She returned it because she couldn't be bought. This is the same thing! He's showing off to her. And he made it impossible for her to cut the date short in case she wasn't having it. Monica doesn't like surprises. She's fuming, I bet!"
Phoebe: "As the only girl here… that is like Romantic Fantasy #10. Every girl wants to be taken away to a romantic country."
Guy #1: "I hate you so fucking much."
Chandler hated himself too. But there wasn't anything he could do. Monica was not here, and he highly doubted she would be back to finish the workday. Then again, Monica Geller wasn't one to make promises lightly. If she said she would be back later, then she would.
And she did. Also, in an outfit that was far too designer stylish and expensive looking. Naturally, she looked absolutely fantastic and hot. Guy #1 began weeping.
Nonetheless, Chandler could see how tired she was, but that Geller stubbornness wouldn't let her admit it. She might have flown halfway across the world and back within twenty-four hours, but she was going to put in at least a few hours of work if she could help it. He debated if he should pull the "boss" card and send her home early. However, he realized that would be a bad idea since he had done that already, and that resulted in her going to Rome.
And he really wanted to know how that happened in the first place.
Apparently, Chandler wasn't the only curious cat in the bunch.
Howie, Carla, Ryan, Gloria, Lisa, and he was certain the janitor approached Monica at her desk to ask her about Becker.
The only ones who didn't stop by were the other senior officers and managers and thank God for that mercy. Yet, he could tell from the way she was slouching that she was trying to keep it together and not yell at them to leave her alone.
Well, it was his fault that people wanted to know if Monica and Becker were an item. The least he could do was give her the quiet space to do her tasks.
Monica didn't say it, but he could feel relief from her as she moved into his office. Fortunately, he did have a spare laptop that she could use. He made the necessary space on his desk so she could set the computer there and anything else she would need.
It meant they would have to work just inches away from the other, and so far, she hardly spoke a word to him other than to let him know she had shown up. She might have been appreciative for the break from the Inquisition, but he wouldn't get a free pass.
Not that he wanted one.
Monica covered a yawn, then without looking at him, she sighed, "You want to know too, don't you?"
He balked. "I didn't say anything!"
"You didn't have to. Besides, we talked on the phone this morning. And being the one in charge around here you would want to know what made your assistant as late as I was."
"I can piece it together."
"Maybe I want to talk about it."
That was… unexpected. "Okay," he said softly. "What happened with the 'cup of coffee'?"
"After you so kindly let me leave early," she started with a little sarcasm and an indignant brow arch. "Pete talked about this little great coffee place that was—and I quote— 'just a little way out of Manhattan.' Next thing I know we're in his car and going to the airport to his private jet!" The disbelief was something that still hadn't left her as she shook her head. "Once I realized he was planning on flying to our destination, I immediately wanted to back out and I was this close—" Now, she raised her index finger and thumb to show a very miniscule space between them. "—to have him turn around and take me home. Until I remembered what you said. If I didn't follow through, Pete was going to keep coming back."
Chandler winced. Me and my big mouth. Okay, I fucking hate me too.
"Thankfully, Pete asked me if I wanted to go. I guess I looked hesitant or something, and I assured him I was fine. It was a good thing I always have my passport just in case, and before I knew it, we landed in Rome. I won't lie. The coffee was damn good. I would say it's a hair better than the coffee place by my apartment. Then because it was late even by NYC time, we ended up getting pizza because— you know—it's freaking Italy."
Chandler was glad that Pete had the courtesy to ask her before he literally took her away. He wasn't exactly thrilled, but he would give the man that much credit. But it didn't stop how petty he sounded when he added, "And did some shopping too."
Monica frowned. "I couldn't show up in yesterday's outfit and I didn't want to go back to my apartment to change. I would be too tempted to fall into bed and sleep the day away. I figured it was the least that Pete could do since he wanted to take me there. And, um, he kept insisting and it was the only way to shut him up."
"Right," he mumbled. "Well, you did it. You had your coffee with him and more. He promised to leave you alone?"
That would be the perfect ending to this story after he pushed her into having coffee with Becker and her own admission to not liking him.
Except…
"Uh… actually I'm going to go out with him again."
Chandler blinked slowly as a chill went down his spine. "R-really? W-what changed your mind?"
Monica shrugged. "I'm not attracted to him still, but he's nice and I do like him. Truthfully, I have been single for too long. I might as well go out with him and see how it goes. Maybe there was a reason we ran into each other again after all."
Chandler bit his tongue to drown out the anguished curses and shouts from Guys #1 and 2. Phoebe wisely kept quiet. She didn't have to say what he already knew.
That it could have been said about them after all these years.
xXx
The day had come at last. Graduation! Chandler was thrilled that there would be no more classes, no more homework, no more late-night cram sessions. Nope! He was trading that for the dreaded workforce, but the consolation was being paid now.
He even got a job offer at this financial company. The money was decent, but he was going to be in a cubicle. It was fine. Chandler was planning on this to be short-term: one to three years tops. He also found an apartment in the city. It was cheap and slightly questionable, but it would do until he had more money under his belt. Of course, his parents got into a bidding piss fest to see who could get him a better place. He refused their offers and found it on his own.
Yes, life was looking good for the Chan-Chan man. Other than graduation, he was looking forward to seeing his best friend, Monica.
The past few months they hadn't been able to see each other. They talked on the phone when they could, but it wasn't the same as hanging out in person. The last time they spoke was how she wasn't going to miss his and Ross's graduation ceremony. She even shared that she had big news but only would say it once they were together.
Naturally, this had him wondering what it could be. Chandler hoped she was accepted into the study abroad program to France. If so, then they would have plenty to celebrate. It was what she always wanted and what an incredible experience it would be too. Nine days through the different regions, visiting and learning from expert chefs and vintners, and dining at the most acclaimed restaurants and cafes. Monica only mentioned this like a bajillion times.
There was something else too.
He had been giving it a lot of thought. His friendship with Monica has meant the world to him, and during these last several years, they have gotten to know each other pretty well. She was familiar with his idiosyncrasies as he was with hers. They still have that complicated relationship with their respective parents. Not to mention they were there to provide a shoulder and an ear to the never-ending relationship woes they would find themselves in.
Roy, her prom date, didn't last long. And the same with Stephen.
Him? Well, the setup he asked from Carol had been a bust. Dana Caplin. Blonde, hot, huge knockers. He kept adjusting himself and trying not to be a pervert. Turned out to be a waste. Dana only agreed to go out with him because Carol asked. And if that wasn't salt in the wound, then it burned when Dana (point-blank) said she understood if he wanted to go on a date with a woman. She tried to convince him to come clean and she should know. She was coming to the realization she only liked women.
Then there was Dana Keystone. Chandler decided he would never go out with a Dana again since this was strike two. At least she wasn't a lesbian.
And a few more other women who for whatever reason just didn't last longer than a couple weeks.
He and Monica had plenty to lament over their pathetic love lives.
But it was more than going through bad breakups, quirks, and unrealistic expectations from their parents. They knew how to cheer each other up. They knew instinctively what the other needed depending on their moods. That was how close they had become as friends.
And there was that haunting memory of that kiss. Sometimes Chandler could put it behind him, and other times it consumed his thoughts. What would have happened if Monica had opened her eyes? Would she push him away? Slap him? Or would she want more?
In all that time, the kiss was his secret. His only secret from Monica.
Sometimes he wondered if she knew. If she did, then it wasn't memorable enough for her to bring it up. He supposed that would be better to forget and pretend it never happened.
Wasn't that what he was doing?
But then there would be these moments where there would be a look between them, a brush of their fingers against their hands, and even some flirty words exchanged. They would tease, joke… usually with innuendos. It thrilled him to make her laugh and smile in a way he couldn't explain. Likewise, Monica could do the same for him.
There was a definite spark.
Chandler hadn't mentioned this to Ross. The last thing he wanted was him to go big brother on him. At the same time, Chandler didn't know what to make of this either. However, he didn't think his friend would be okay to know that Chandler was having conflicting feelings over Ross's baby sister. A remark that his roommate always made around her just to get a reaction.
Not only that but also Ross was becoming more distracted with Carol. In fact, Ross was head over heels in love with her. It became truly apparent when Ross bought this hideous (and expensive) crystal duck that she went gaga over.
No self-respecting man would happily spend that much on a piece of junk. Only a fool in love would.
Chandler was happy for his pal. They pretty much were suited for each other. Although, he couldn't help the little bouts of bitterness that resulted from envy. Ross was more of a bigger nerd than he, and how did he landed the babe when Chandler couldn't make it beyond a month?
Well, he was told he could be aloof. Too sarcastic. Too many jokes. Confusion over his sexual preference.
Though Monica didn't fall into that camp when it came to her opinion of him.
She understood his jokes (mostly), she understood when he needed to be alone, and she understood him. Chandler didn't have to explain himself. Monica knew who he was. On top of that, he liked spending time with her. He could tolerate her far longer than some and that was when it all clicked for him.
He liked her.
It was certainly the result that Nora Bing saw coming. Although, his mother would twist it into some lurid, smutty story.
Well, Chandler wouldn't jump into that right away. He was only admitting that he possibly had affectionate feelings for her. In addition, he had no idea how Monica even felt about him. Hell, he was her dorky best friend! That didn't mean she would like him as in more than a friend.
He debated if he should ask her out to see if there could be more to their friendship. Chandler didn't think Monica would laugh at him or turn him down flatly that would hurt. But it would be nice to have a sign that would indicate if Monica would be open, or possibly receptive to going on a date.
She was coming to graduation. Chandler couldn't have asked for a better opportunity than that to gauge Monica's feelings.
xXx
The day of the ceremony was a blur. Chandler's lip muscles were aching from all the smiling he had to do, and all the back clapping from his peers in congratulations. His parents were a no show, which he had expected would happen. His mother was currently on a book tour (and cancelling was impossible), and his father was embarking on his dream of taking his burlesque show to Sin City. Chandler was all too happy to accept their well wishes and excuses for not attending. He had spent his college career keeping his parents at a distance and he didn't want to lose that track record.
The Gellers, on the other hand, insisted that Chandler joined them for dinner to celebrate. The party also included Carol and her parents. It was no surprise that Chandler and Monica ended up sitting next to each other as they crammed around their table.
"I'm so proud of you!" Monica gushed, touching his arm. She was smiling widely at him, the apples of her cheeks glowing. "How does it feel Mr. College Graduate?"
He tilted his head to the side. "I don't feel different. Do I look like an adult now?"
She rolled her eyes, snorting softly. "You still look like Chandler Bing to me. Adult might be pushing it," she teased. Picking up the menu, Monica immediately started scrolling until she found the section she was looking for.
Chandler leaned over to see what she was staring at so intently and noticed it was the salad option. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Are you back on a diet again?"
Since becoming friends with Monica, Chandler was introduced to her love-hate relationship with diets. She would start and then when she didn't see the results right away, she would give up. Or she would purposefully sabotage it if she was feeling pressured (Judy Geller). It was a decision that only Monica could make, and one that she wanted to do on her own terms… not someone else. Of course, there would be some outside factors that might influence her whether or not to pursue it.
The closest she came to being serious was when Rachel had stopped being her friend. Monica lost her only female compatriot and she had been so down that she was cutting back on her portions. Eventually, she abandoned doing that when she had a much better friend in her life that enjoyed hanging with her.
Chandler was the last person in the world to lecture anyone, but he told Monica after she had tearfully called him about her mother getting on her case that she should do what made her happy.
"I want you to be happy and healthy," he told her.
Monica did take it to heart, especially after her doctor had expressed major concerns about her actual heart. She wasn't eating as much junk food and snacks as she used to. And she had been eating more vegetables while experimenting with different food preparations.
She did lose some weight though probably not the amount that others would have liked.
Chandler didn't see her as numbers on a scale. She was Monica and as long as she was happy and healthy… that was all that mattered.
"Yes. It's the Mediterranean diet but I'm not seeing much on here to reflect that other than these salads. I did lose five pounds."
"That's awesome, Mon."
She beamed. "I feel good. This could be it. I might be able to lose more weight and keep it off."
As long as her doctor assured her, she was not in the danger zone, then Chandler would consider that a big win.
By the time the waiter approached them, Monica settled on a chicken Caesar salad. The rest of the table fell into conversation and Chandler would occasionally steal a glance at her. He recalled that she had big news she wanted to share, and at the same time, he was trying to decide if he should broach the topic about their friendship going to the next level.
But it all depended on the sign. Not that he had a clue what he was looking for to indicate that Monica would be receptive to a change in their circumstances. Maybe something with her big news? If she was accepted to that study program in France, then… did she want him to tag along?
That would be pretty big.
So, Chandler began pushing her for hints. "Not now," she told him. "I'll tell you later. This is your night, remember? You and Ross."
He looked at his roommate and he wasn't shocked that Ross was soaking in the attention from his parents and Carol's parents too. Carol was the attentive, loving girlfriend. It was quite easy to forget that Chandler was meant to be included in the festivities.
He didn't mind. He had plenty of practice with that experience. Instead, he tried to widen his blue eyes as he gazed at Monica beseechingly. "I wanna know. That can be my graduation gift!"
"We already established you're not an adult."
"Nope. Just loveable, immature Chandler Bing," he said with a wink. He poked her arm again. "Tell me."
Monica sighed. "Okay—"
"Can I have your attention?" Ross announced suddenly, tapping his glass with his knife. They looked at each other, not realizing there was more occurring at the table than they thought. Now with all eyes on Ross, he pivoted towards Carol. "I was waiting for the right time and now feels good as any with our families and friends here. Carol…"
As Ross launched into a verbose speech, Chandler couldn't believe where this was leading. He was literally proposing. Now .
Ross never told him he was doing this or even that he was thinking about it! This was huge! From the other expressions, there was equal amounts of astonishment and unshed tears. And Monica… she seemed happy but there was tension in her posture and even longing as Ross kneeled and pulled out a ring box.
A few minutes of flowery words and a ring and like that… Ross and Carol were engaged.
Chandler was happy for the couple, but it still felt pretty sudden despite the fact they had dated close to four years. Nevertheless, they toasted the newly engaged couple. But they weren't the only ones with news to share.
"Now?" he asked Monica.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "I'm not going to steal their thunder. I'll tell you later."
After a few more toasts and simpering over the diamond ring (it wasn't a huge rock, but just about right for a college budget), they all left to return to the hotel they got. Ross and Carol were over the moon and quickly escaped to their own room to celebrate their pending nuptials. Eventually the Gellers and the Willicks dispersed until it was just Monica and Chandler in the lobby.
Before he could ask again, Monica beat him to it. "All right, I'll tell you, my news. Thank you for being so patient."
"C'mon! I'm the sarcastic one. Don't take that away from me."
"I wouldn't dream of it," she rejoined. "Do you remember Martin?"
"Martin… Martin…" Chandler mulled it over for a moment. "No. Can't say that I do."
"You do too!" she protested, swatting him. "He was the guy in my pastry class. The one who gave me the metal tip for my pastry bag."
"Oh! Metal Tip Martin," Chandler deadpanned, and she rolled her eyes. "What about him?"
Her eyes darted away as she licked her lips. It took only a second for her to break into a face-splitting smile. "He asked me out! Me! We went out for dinner and walked around Central Park. He was a perfect gentleman! And he asked me for a second date, and now it's three months later and we're still together!"
Her happiness was bubbling all over as she talked about Martin's attractive qualities and perfect personality. She was over the moon that she had a boyfriend now. And Chandler was the first person (other than her grandmother) who knew.
He heard himself telling her how great that was, and he was happy for her. In the back of his mind, he wondered about France. Wouldn't that be more meaningful than a relationship? Then again, her dating this Martin explained how he hadn't seen much of her lately.
He tried to convince himself that he wasn't disappointed. Monica was wonderful. She deserved this since she was spending so much time looking for that storybook romance and her prince. Whether this Martin was going to be that romance, Chandler couldn't say.
He had been looking for a sign and he got it in spades.
To Monica, he was her best friend. The idea of more… Not in the cards. Or in the realm of possibilities.
"I'm sorry! Here I am just talking your ear off about my new boyfriend. Anything new to share? Any one you're seeing?"
Chandler was tempted to lie but thought against it. Knowing Monica, she would want all the details, and God forbid, she should suggest a double date.
He gave her a wan grin. "Not at this moment. You know I have this long line of lady admirers, and I have to wheedle out the crazies and the desperates from the real potentials. I should know soon enough."
Monica's brows knitted together as she frowned. "I sometimes wish you didn't do that."
"What?"
"Using humor as a defense mechanism. You're a great guy, Chandler. A lucky girl will come your way."
For her, he forced a genuine smile. He wanted to believe her. He did. But he couldn't shake the strangest feeling that the lucky girl was lost to him.
xxXXxx
He lost her.
Although could Chandler lose Monica when he never had her in the first place? Well, Chandler obviously made his bed, and he had to sleep in it.
Monica did have that second date with Becker. And a third.
She would be coy on the details with the office, but not with Chandler. Becker was pulling all the stops to woo her. Fancy dinners, the best seats on Broadway, the VIP access, the works. The consolation was Monica had laid some ground rules with Becker that he couldn't whisk her out of the country on a whim and he needed to ask her with plenty of notice. At least he did concede to that, but since he couldn't take her away, he would show up unannounced at work.
Naturally, Becker's presence stirred the pot. Well… Chandler couldn't resist calling him "Peter" when he could. After all, he was disrupting the work day, and stopping Monica from performing her duties. Of course, she would tell Becker he had to go.
Though it didn't deter him from his pursuit.
Then there were the flowers and gifts he would constantly leave her.
Becker didn't do things in halves or in moderation. Her desk had been covered in flowers one day. The next was stuffed animals. Then candy. The candy was enjoyed by everyone on the floor. Eventually, Monica begged him to stop.
And yet, she continued to go out with him. Chandler really wanted to ask why, but he was afraid if he did, it may be taken the wrong way. Or so the two guys argued convinced him. The inner Phoebe would cluck at him.
Luckily, he had Joey to thank for asking the question that was on his mind.
The three had gone out for lunch, and Becker was out of town which meant no unexpected or surprise appearance.
"Mon, do you really like this guy?"
She was clearly taken aback and swallowed her sandwich audibly. "I wasn't expecting that at lunch. Especially since I asked you about work."
"I'm not trying to upset you, Mon," Joey explained. "It doesn't feel like you have much of an opportunity to talk about it since he's always around you. The other day you seemed pretty annoyed. Unload yourself. Talk to the doctor."
That sounded like an interesting development, Chandler mused to himself.
Monica blew a stray strand of hair, fighting back the urge to smile at Joey's doctor comment. "He's a good guy. Pete can be a bit much, but his heart is in the right place."
"What happened that annoyed you?" Chandler questioned.
She sent him a sharp look. "Look, I know you're annoyed with what he does at the office. I don't blame you. I don't look forward in having to clean up or try to figure out what I should do with those 'tokens of affection.'"
"The office too?" Joey exclaimed.
Clearly, the actor didn't know that, but the tone of his voice meant that Becker was also leaving presents at her residence.
Monica sighed. "I was agitated after coming home to find more surprises. I told him before he left not to bring me anything else."
Joey poked him. "I bet he will."
She glared at her neighbor. " Joey."
"Seriously, Monica. Why do you put up with it?"
Chandler watched as she fidgeted in her seat. Even he was curious about that.
"Joey, do I complain or say anything about your dating habits?"
"Well—"
"If I need or want advice, then I'll let you know."
Chandler knew her earlier confession of her lack of attraction, but did it change? Could that be why she was going out with Becker still?
He was only observing for her sake. Not for his own interests. Maybe a little.
From what Chandler could ascertain, Monica didn't seem to act or appear to be over the moon when around Becker. He had seen her when she had her crushes, and while he was recalling from long ago, there would be this level of excitement about her. He didn't see that, and he suspected her indifference was present. But why would she keep herself in this predicament? Why not break things off?
He resisted as long as he could, but Chandler wanted to know. He couldn't ask anyone at the office without sparking some rumor or unwanted attention. That left him with only one option to inquiry into a woman's mind.
Phoebe.
She was vastly disappointed when she learned that he didn't make a move and kept voicing that every time he came for his massage that he threatened not to tip her. Though now he wanted to hear her thoughts about Monica's relationship. Naturally, Phoebe was all too glad to supply it.
"So, this girl of yours is dating this rich guy, which she had admitted she hadn't felt anything for him? Man, I wish I had that problem."
"Phoebe."
"You know if you told me her name, I could find out more. Girl talk is very revealing—"
"I'm not telling you who she is," Chandler said firmly.
"Will you tell me the rich guy's name?"
"No." That would be too obvious. Becker did occasionally show up in the tabloids or the news due to his company and net worth. At least the guy was squeaky clean and didn't have any vices that would be the ideal gossip fodder. But Chandler couldn't forget how a paparazzi did snap a photo of Monica's date night with Becker. She wasn't happy about it. As far as he knew, Becker managed to keep the picture from seeing the light of day. However, it could happen again, and he didn't want to put the idea in Phoebe's head to check the social rags for it.
"Is this really a girl?"
"Yes!" Chandler sent her a disapprobation look. "Can we continue the massage? I am a paying customer and might be feeling generous on a tip unless a certain masseuse can't answer my simple question."
Phoebe pressed down on his shoulder blades. " Fine. I should preface that all women are complicated with the affairs of the heart. You're asking my perspective on someone who I have never met. Lucky for you, I have a sense for what's out there."
"And what are you sensing—ow! Pheebs!"
"Snarkiness is not appreciated."
"I wasn't going to be snarky!"
"Weren't you, though?"
"Continue," he mumbled.
"She's not manifesting the usual symptoms of being in the throes of a wild, passionate love—"
"Okay, I get it."
"—but she is willing to date him. Sounds to me she is trying to sort out her feelings. She wants to like him and she keeps going out in the hopes the switch will flip and she's in love."
"Is… is that typical?" he hesitantly asked.
Phoebe hummed in a non-committal way. "I guess it depends on how much of a dry spell she's in. I wouldn't know. I don't have a problem finding—"
"Oh-kay! I get it." Monica had implied it had been some time since she was in a relationship. Would she stick around with Becker for the sake of having a relationship? He didn't want to know if this was even a physical thing for her. "I guess that answers that. How about something else to talk about?"
Chandler was done with the subject and he didn't want to torture himself with images of Becker and Monica.
"Suit yourself. Oh! Has she found a new job yet?"
He cringed. Monica was having no luck whatsoever. Chandler couldn't seem to understand why. She was perfect! As a chef. It was a crime for the world not to eat her food. But it also prolonged her stay as his assistant.
Was there a circle in Hell for that?
Maybe the inability to find that dream job made Monica feel so dejected that Becker was Johnny on the spot to make her feel better. Or serve as a distraction.
Stupid rich boyfriend.
Between the breakdown of the MOSS-863 and the new implementation of the MOSS-864 into the WENUS, there was little time for job hunting or even goofing off.
The search had to be postponed until things went back to normal. Not that Becker would allow normal to return. Not when he was around Monica all the time.
Chandler would be the last person to work eagerly in that place he hated. Yet, Monica helped to make it bearable. He would even look forward to Mondays.
What was wrong with him?
"No luck," he murmured.
"I'm sure it will happen. You said she's really good at… What is she good at?"
Chandler had to give Phoebe credit with her fishing around. "She's good and that's all I will say."
"It's like massaging Fort Knox," she grumbled. "Fine, Bing. Don't tell me anything. I have other clients with trouble love lives and secret affairs that tell me things."
"I'm still not telling you."
"C'mon! This is the most exciting thing ever to happen to you! I can't believe you're holding out. Besides, it's not like I would know this girl or her career. What harm is there in me knowing?"
"Not happening."
Phoebe huffed. "I bet she will find a new job and then you'll come crawling back to me and want to learn more."
"I'll take my chances," Chandler retorted.
xxXXxx
A couple days later Chandler was startled to find Monica's empty desk. He hoped Becker didn't do anything funny and take her to another foreign country.
But he's supposed to tell her so she can notify me if it's a work day. He frowned.
Opening his door, Chandler was pleasantly surprised to see her sitting in front of his desk. Her brunette head whipped around, her face was pale and her eyes had darkened with fraught. Even her mouth was puckered in a way that screamed something was wrong.
Something big.
Chandler swallowed as she uttered, "I need to talk to you."
He immediately went to the empty chair next to hers and dumped the suitcase to the side. "What's wrong?"
She plucked an invisible thread off her pants. "I've been given a job offer as executive chef."
Chandler's stomach flip-flopped. "T-that's fantastic! Did, uh, which place was it that called you?"
Monica shook her head. "No. Pete—"
"What about him?" Chandler interrupted. Already he was getting an uneasy, dreadful feeling.
Looking at him directly, she said:
"Pete bought me a restaurant."
He hated Phoebe right now.
xXx
Chandler walked into the bar that Monica called for him to meet her. He had been to the joint a couple times, and liked the laidback atmosphere. He found her sitting right at the bar.
"Hey, Mon!" Further greetings died on his lips as his face transformed into concern. "Oh my God. What's wrong?"
Her eyes were red and splotchy from crying and she was clutching her beer as her life depended on it. Even when Monica was having a bad day with her mother… Chandler never saw her like this. It was unsettling and he instantly was next to her.
"Is everything okay? Is it your grandmother? Ross?"
Monica's bottom lip quivered. "No. Martin…" Her eyes began welling up with tears as Chandler went into protective mode.
"What did he do?" His voice was flat, cold.
She sniffed. "You're going to think I'm stupid and naïve."
He covered her hand over her beer. "No. Never."
Monica was looking down. She took a couple deep breaths. "He used me, Chandler," she whispered. "He only went out with me so I could help him pass our class. I—I didn't know. Then after the final, we went out and he dumped me. Told me 'Thank you for your help' and left. I thought… I thought he liked me." Monica ripped her hand away from him and covered her face, weeping once more.
Loathing and outrage filled Chandler and if Martin was right there… he would give him a piece of his mind! How could he mistreat someone as sweet and wonderful as Monica? Not to mention the level of manipulation with her emotions. That was a new low.
Monica was trying to stifle her sobs, but it wasn't long before she was wailing quite loudly. A few onlookers were gawking at them with a couple looking at Chandler with disapproval and someone rolling their eyes at the emotional outburst. He knew she hated causing a scene, but she was clearly so distraught that she didn't seem to care. Later, she would, and she would be mortified that she carried on like this.
Chandler paid for her tab and keeping one arm around her waist and the other pressing her face into his shoulder, he took her upstairs to her apartment.
Her Nana wasn't home, and Chandler wasn't sure if he was relieved or not. Monica continued to lean heavily on his side, but she had the withal to know he couldn't fully support her weight. Only because he was that physically weak. Together, they made it to the sofa where Monica crumbled on top of it.
Chandler inwardly panicked, not sure what to do next as Monica resumed her sobbing. Downstairs at the bar he knew what to do. He had to get her out of there. Take her somewhere safe. He did that… now what? Bad enough emotionally upset women made Chandler uncomfortable. Yet this wasn't a random woman. This was Monica.
So, he did the only thing he could think of. He held her.
It turned out to be the right move.
He held her and stroked her hair. No words were needed as she released her anguish. After some time passed, Monica lifted her tear-stained face and rubbed her eyes. Chandler reached for a box of tissues on the end table. Monica grabbed one and blew her nose. He didn't flinch or turn away as she grabbed one tissue after another to alternate from drying her eyes to her nose in order to clean up the mess on her face. Seeing she was starting to calm down, Chandler carefully ventured to ask:
"Do you wanna talk more about it?"
"No," she replied, breathing hard. "I'm so embarrassed."
He stared incredulously at her. "Why? You didn't do anything wrong."
"No but I let myself believe he could like someone like me."
"A smart, funny, and beautiful woman?"
Monica scoffed. "You're forgetting one major detail."
He looked her over. "I don't think so. Not sure what you mean. It seems to me that he was the problem. He doesn't deserve to be in your company. That's a fact."
A ghost of a grin flickered. It was minute, but a victory for Chandler.
"Can—can you keep this to yourself?" she asked him timidly. "I haven't told anyone I was dating him except you and, well, Nana. I wanted to surprise my family. I guess that was the only right thing I did."
It killed him that she thought that way. But he understood what she meant. If her mother knew she was dating Martin and it ended before it could really start, then he wouldn't put it pass Judy Geller to make Monica feel worse than she did. He assured her that he wouldn't tell anyone. "Mon?"
"Yeah?"
This wasn't his business. He knew this was a bad idea to ask considering there was no delicate way of asking. He also didn't want to cause her any more pain or regret. Yet, he knew this was always important to her. Chandler was going to support her no matter what.
"He didn't… Did you two…?" Chandler stopped and licked his lips nervously. What was he thinking? This was a bad idea to bring up. "Forget it."
Confusion filled her countenance until her cheeks became a bright pink. "I liked him, but I wasn't in love with him. He didn't get my flower."
The corners of his mouth twitched. Her euphemism for her virginity was so innocent and adorable that there could be no other word to describe Monica. He did tease her a bit when she inadvertently used it in front of him, but now, he couldn't imagine anything else.
Chuckling softly, Chandler pulled her closer to kiss the top of her head.
"Can you keep holding me?" she whispered.
Like she had to ask! Chandler held her until she fell asleep in his arms, and he continued to hold her until her Nana came home. He gingerly removed himself and gently lowered Monica onto the cushion. He darted over to update Mrs. Geller on what happened.
The older woman closed her eyes, keeping her temper in check. "Well that explains his excuses to Monica about not meeting me. Thank you, Chandler. You're a sweet and good boy."
Chandler blushed. "She's my best friend."
"Yes, but that girl just had her first heartbreak. That means something you're here."
Now, he was pulling on his shirt collar. "She would do the same for me. Listen, I'll check on her tomorrow."
Mrs. Geller nodded. Chandler walked to the door and glanced back to see her wake up her granddaughter. It didn't take long for them to embrace and start crying together.
Quietly as not to disturb them, he left the apartment.
xxXXxx
Chandler stared at Monica over this revelation. "He—He bought you a restaurant?"
Of course, Becker would do that! If Monica hadn't given him any indication of her feelings, then he would stoop to potential bribery for her love. How he really hated Becker.
Or… If it wasn't to buy her love, then to make her dream come true. That stung the most as she would have to quit working for him. Also, part of him bitterly wished he had the money to do that himself.
Seriously, the damn bastard.
"That's… um, wow," he continued, trying not to let the huge lump in his stomach go into his throat. "I'm going to miss working with you—"
She frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Now, it was his turn to frown. "Executive chef? Your own restaurant? Monica, this is literally your dream come true!" Did he miss something? Why didn't she seem more excited?
And why the hell was he questioning this?
"I know but did I earn it? Chandler, I want it more than I can say, but I want it because I made it happen. Not because someone gave it to me." She took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead. "Everyone thinks I should accept it. I almost did but…"
Wait. Everyone? How long ago did this happen?! And why am I finding out now? Chandler wanted to ask though she didn't take a break.
"I still have mixed feelings towards Pete. If I take it, then he's going to think I feel the same as him. On the other hand, if I take it and we don't work out, then can I even work there having to see him all the time? Will my peers respect me, or will they see me only as Pete Becker's girlfriend or ex-girlfriend? God, it's so complicated!" Monica gazed at him imploringly. "Chandler, I'm at a loss here. Should I take it? Or not? Will I feel I earned it, or will I feel like a fraud?"
He swallowed hard. Advice… Not his strong suit. But he could see the inner conflict warring within her. She was right. Of course, she was right. No matter the scenario… Monica would either question the validity of her position or the uncomfortable awkwardness if a relationship goes south.
But one thing for certain… Chandler knew Monica.
"Metal Tip Martin."
She blinked. "What?"
"Metal Tip Martin," Chandler repeated. "You know from college? The asshole who broke your heart?"
"Yeah. I didn't forget that but what does he have to do with this?"
Chandler flapped his hands. "He went out with you to get a passing grade. He didn't earn it."
"Thanks for the recap," she muttered.
"Monica, if you take this job knowing you're not into Becker… isn't that what Martin did to you? Can you live with that? Or will you always have it in the back of your head about whether or not it was well-deserved?"
Monica leaned back as she pensively thought it over. Then her eyes widened. "My God! You're right! I would be like Metal Tip Martin. Wow. I can't believe you remembered that."
He rolled his shoulder back. "It just came to me."
"Thank you, Chandler. And you know what? I think I would end up regretting it if I took it." She stood up and threw her arms around his neck. "I needed to hear that! That's exactly what I need to do."
As soon as she started hugging him it was over. Monica straightened herself and this time… she didn't flinch or recoil like she might have for forgetting herself or the unspoken boundary between them.
He wasn't going to delude himself in thinking that they were back to what they once been. It was progress, simple as that.
When Monica left his office, Chandler broke into his happy dance. He may not be the best with advice, but he felt this was the right call for her and her alone.
Monica turned the job offer down, and she also broke up with Becker. She later told Chandler that the Metal Tip Martin reminder was all she needed to make up her mind.
TBC…
And now my replies to you!
Perfect Posting: Sadly, this is updated after Matthew Perry's birthday. I was about halfway done with the chapter and knew I wouldn't be able to finish it in time.
OneTheSame (Chapter 6): Yes, she does! After all, what are the odds or chances of the Midnight Mystery Kisser being two different guys? Well, we know. Lol.
Limp Dick (Chapter 6): I cannot spoil anything yet about that bar flashback scene. But I will say we are 2 chapters away.
Limp Dick (Chapter 7): There has been a lot of theories and speculation on what happened. I will reveal with absolute certainty… nothing non-consensual took place. I have written some dark stuff and I'm not afraid to go down that route, but this story isn't one of those.
Truth or Dare Th (Chapter 6): The only thing with their game they were playing would be if he dared her to kiss him, then this was just a game or something else? That would be a funny way to turn the Carol question back on her. Hard to say where that will go.
Is It Thine (Chapter 6): Very interesting! You will find out soon!
Water Has Memory (Chapter 7): Indeed, the senses are connected to memories in many shapes and forms. But this is Chandler here. He's a smart guy but not always smart in other aspects. I promise I will give him a break soon.
Nostalgia Reappr (Chapter 7): I wasn't thinking about Joey's crush on Rachel, but maybe there was unconscious inspiration there.
Which Is It (Chapter 7): Phoebe is full of contradictions! She's wildly unpredictable and you never know what you're going to get from her. It makes it a lot of fun to write! And sometimes not. It's driving her crazy that she doesn't know who Monica is.
Devils Advocate (Chapter 8): Lol! I love Kronk! Yes, exactly that from now on.
Lives in Canada (Chapter 8): If she had to kiss Joey, then it would be like kissing her brother. As much as Joey likes to flirt with her… he would feel the same thing. But if your friend is in need… Well, you're willing to do what you can. The same thing if your friend gets stung by a jellyfish. You gotta pee on them.
F.S.I. (Chapter 8): Chandler tortures himself a lot! I will admit I do the same thing. It's terrible. Though that is interesting/fascinating about the psychology of it! I have never gone down that route, but that is interesting.
Drunk Enough 2 N (Chapter 5): Maybe she is drunk, maybe she isn't. More of a reveal is needed.
Where Everybody (Chapter 6): I was half-tempted to do a Cheers reference. But there is a Chris in The One with the Flashback. Maybe I should describe Chris as a lookalike to a famous baseball player turned bar owner out in Boston…
Give Her Flower (Chapter 6): Oo! Maybe she is going to give her flower away. So far, she hasn't. Could this be it?
I Can Dance Now (Chapter 4): I love that analysis! Chandler might be a goofy college student, but he can have moments of maturity. This is a big step for his character and all because he didn't say the thing and he was able to see Monica for more of who she is. True, some of the jokes are not the greatest when it comes to body image. I don't know if there is a good or right way of going about it. Nevertheless, I'm glad that this story is able to do better in that respect.
And a Gr8 Hairdo (Chapter 1): The short bob is more reminiscent of Season 4.
FBNCFR (Chapter 2): Lol. Spaceballs is classic!
HowlAttheMoonOne (Chapter 8): Aw, thank you! I am strongly considering that sequel from Monica's POV!