~part 7~

okay, next part…this is, um, not too long after the last part. I don’t really have anything else to say…weird…that’s like the shortest AN I’ve ever written…hmmm…

so I’ll start now, please read and review!!!

Monica sat on top of Chandler, straddling him. He was asleep and she was tracing his face with her fingertips. Chandler woke up and smiled. "What are you doing…memorizing my face?"

Monica just shook her head, "I memorized your face years ago," she continued to glide her fingers gently across his face, leaning down to kiss a scar on his forehead when she reached it, then kissed the tip of his nose before kissing his mouth.

Chandler smiled, "I love you," he pulled her down into his arms.

"I love you too."

"I could stay like this forever…" he mumbled into her hair.

"Mmm-hmm," Monica cuddled closer to him, "We still never told everyone."

"I know," Chandler said, eyes still closed. "What are we gonna say?"

"I have no idea."

"So let’s just stay her like this," Chandler tightened his arms around her.

"I could live with that," Monica rolled over to kiss him. "I could stay here forever with you."

Chandler rolled over so that he was on top of Monica and kissed her hard on the lips. Monica kissed back, knowing exactly what he wanted from the kisses he was giving. They were both so caught up in the moment that neither one heard the knock on the door or the door opening.

"Hey, Mon, do you know if," Rachel looked up from the magazine in her hand, "Oh god, sorry, Mon!" she walked out, walking back in a few seconds later, "Chandler?"

"So, this is a way to tell everyone about us," Chandler rolled off of Monica. "Hi," he smiled at Rachel.

"What the hell? When the-what the, how the?…" she trailed off, "You two?" they both nodded. "I knew it!"

"What?!"

"Well, I didn’t know it, but…you two?…this I s huge!" she practically yelled. "Does anyone else know?"

"No," Monica said, "And please don’t tell everyone, not yet. We’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you guys…"

"Okay. Well, I’ll just leave now so you can get back to what you were doing," Rachel grinned, walking out.

Monica and Chandler just looked at each other. "Well…that was painless," Monica smiled.

"Yeah, but I have a feeling Ross wouldn’t be quite as happy about us."

"Why not?"

"Just, ya know…a rule. You don’t go out with you r friend’s ex’s, or girls they like, or girls they’re related to…"

"Oh. Hey, it’ll be fine, I won’t let him kill you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I kinda wanna keep you around. I mean, I kinda like you," she grinned.

~*~

Chandler was laying in Monica’s bed, wide-awake. She was sick so they hadn’t had sex or anything, but since Monica wasn’t feeling well she wanted him to stay. He couldn’t get to sleep, Monica kept tossing and turning. She finally rolled over and cuddled up to Chandler, laying her head down on his chest. He didn’t have a shirt on and frowned at how hot her cheek felt against his skin.

"Are you awake?" Chandler whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Yeah," she mumbled back.

"I think you have a fever," he placed his hand on her forehead.

"Oh, so is that why my head feels like it’s gonna explode?"

"Poor baby," he kissed her forehead again. "Do you want anything?" Monica just shook her head.

After lying still without tossing and turning for a few minutes, Monica jumped out of bed and ran out of her room. Chandler pulled on a shirt and followed her into the bathroom.

He found her leaning over the toilet, having just thrown up. Chandler sat down behind her, pulling her hair back. Monica just flushed the toilet and fell back into his arms.

Chandler kissed her hair and held her, "Do you want Advil or anything?" he asked, placing a hand on her forehead, "You’re really hot."

"Sure."

Chandler stood up and got some out of the medicine cupboard, filling up a glass of water for her.

Monica took them from him, swallowing the pill with the water and handing the glass back to him. She started to stand up, but sat back down, feeling dizzy. Chandler held out his hand to her and she took it, standing up.

"Wanna go back to bed?" Chandler asked softly.

Monica nodded, "I need to brush my teeth first."

Chandler just nodded and waited for her to finish brushing her teeth. Noticing how bad she looked, he picked her up, carrying her back to her room, carefully laying her on the bed. He left and came back with a trashcan and a glass of water. He put the trashcan next to her side of the bed and the water on her nightstand.

"Thanks," Monica smiled at him, "I’d kiss you but I don’t want to get you sick."

"It’s no problem, you take care of me all the time," he smiled back, gently stroking her hair.

"I love you so much."

"Ditto."

~*~

"Hey," Chandler walked out of Monica’s room to find Rachel sitting at the table.

"Hey," she looked up, "Where’s Monica?"

"She’s sick," he sat down next to her, "She was throwing up all night."

"That’s nice," Rachel made a disgusted face.

"Not really," he ran his hand through his hair.

"Did you sleep at all last night? You look like hell."

"Not really, and thanks," he sighed.

"Hey," Joey walked in, "Did you ever come home last night?" he looked at Chandler.

Chandler shook his head, "Monica was sick so I stayed over here with her."

"Oh, well you look like crap, do you feel alright?" he sat down across from Chandler.

"Not really."

Rachel reached over and felt his forehead, "You’re really hot, I think you caught whatever Monica has."

Chandler just rested his head in his arms, "That’d explain why I feel like I wanna die."

"Go home, go to sleep," Rachel lifted his head up.

"Too far," he mumbled, lying it back down.

"Then at least lay down on the couch or something."

Chandler finally agreed and went to lay down on the couch, falling asleep with in seconds of lying down.

"Hey," Monica came out of her room.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Rachel asked.

"Eh, better than last night," she grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, covering Chandler up when she walked by.

"Well, I gotta go, I have an audition," Joey stood up from the table, "Hope you feel better, Mon."

"You want anything to eat?" Rachel asked when Monica sat down.

Monica just shook her head, "Maybe later, I just spent the last eight hours throwing up….I can’t believe Chandler stayed," she smiled.

"We haven’t got to talk yet," Rachel looked at her.

"About…"

"You and Chandler!"

"Oh," she said and Rachel looked at her, expectantly, "You mean now? He’s right there!"

"Yeah, but he’s sick and he’s asleep…"

"I got him sick? Now I feel bad," Monica sighed. "Fine. What do you want to know?"

Rachel grinned, "Just what happened? When, where, how? Is he romantic, are you in love…"

"Okay," Monica paused, "Ashland’s wedding. Guess who her maid of honor was?" Rachel just shrugged her shoulders, "Erica. And she’s married and pregnant and Chandler just basically fell apart," she paused again, "And then we came home and we were just watching a movie and afterwards, well…It’s kinda a long story."

"I don’t care, I wanna hear it!" she grinned.

"Okay, so…" Monica told Rachel everything that had happened, not leaving out any of the details.

"Wow," Rachel just sat there for a few minutes before noticing the time. "I gotta go, I’m late," she stood up, "You’re staying home, right?" Monica nodded, "Right, bye, Mon."

"Bye."

After Rachel left, Monica went over to Chandler and sat on the coffee table across from him, watching him sleep. She leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, noticing how hot he felt and feeling guilty for getting him sick.

"Hey," he opened his eyes, "How you feeling?"

"I could ask you the same thing," she smiled and he just shrugged. "Wanna sleep in my bed? It’s more comfortable than the couch."

"Sure," he smiled weakly at her.

"I’m sorry I got you sick," she held out her hand and helped him up, walking over to her room.

"That’s okay," he said, crawling under the covers, pulling Monica with him, "Your punishment is spending the day here with me."

Monica just smiled, "If it makes you feel any better, I think it’s just a 24-hour thing, you’ll feel better tomorrow."

"So I won’t die? Cuz that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea right now…"

"Please don’t, then I don’t think I’d have a reason to go on living," Monica answered his sarcasm with honesty.

Chandler just looked at her, before smiling, "Ditto that."

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And that’s the end of that part….i’ll try and get the next part up as soon as I can…this part wasn’t that important to the story line or anything, just an idea I’ve had stuck in my head for close to forever…so please review and tell me what you think!!! Thanx ;)