AN: Man, I am like in Mondler mush mode. Why, I don’t know, but I am. Anyways, this is Season Five (I love Season Five Mondler). Uh, Joey knows about them, but no one else does. Yeah. And the title sucks. If anyone has a suggestion for title, that would be great. LOL

Disclaimer: Leave me alone. I don’t own them. Let me wallow in my misery.

Late Night

“Monica?” Chandler whispered, breaking the silence that had engulfed Monica’s bedroom.

“What?” Monica said groggily.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Okay.”

“Mon!” Chandler sat up against the headboard.

“Ugh. What?” Monica opened her eyes slowly.

“I said ‘I can’t sleep’!”

“I know. And I said ‘Okay’.” Monica closed her eyes and pulled the blankets over her shoulders. Chandler huffed and crossed his arms.

“Don’t you care?” Chandler whined.

“No.” Chandler pulled the covers off of his legs and grabbed his robe that was hanging on the bedpost. “Where are you going?”

“To watch TV.”

“You can’t! Rachel will be home soon!” Monica sat up in bed.

“I know. I’m going to my place,” Chandler replied. He slowly opened the door, peeking to see if Rachel was in the apartment.

“But – “

“Shh. Go back to sleep.” Chandler gently shut her bedroom door; then crossed the apartment and walked out the door. Monica pushed the covers off of her legs, shivering as the cold air hit her body. She walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.

“Chandler!” she hissed. Grabbing the blanket on the couch, she headed towards the door. “Whoa!”

“Hey Mon,” Rachel greeted. Rachel set her purse on the table and hung her coat up. “My date was so great!”

“That is awesome. Great. Congratulations. I gotta go…ask Chandler something.”

“Isn’t it a little late?”

“Uh, well…it’s a very important question.”

“Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Well I’m gonna go to sleep. Night Mon.”

“Night.” After Rachel shut her door, Monica rushed over to the door and crossed the hallway. She opened the guy’s door, and walked into their kitchen.

“Chandler!” she hissed again. Chandler and Joey jumped out of their Barca loungers.

“Monica!” Joey cried. “What are you doing here?”

“Chandler ditched me.” Monica crossed her arms. Joey looked at her, plainly confused. Chandler sat back down.

“I told you I couldn’t sleep, Mon! Chill out!” Chandler said.

“Is that why you came over here?” Joey asked. Monica nodded. “Jeez, Mon. He just came over to watch TV. And if I remember correctly, he does live here,” Joey chuckled. Chandler’s suppressed laughs could be heard from his chair.

“Well, Chandler, why couldn’t you sleep?” Monica asked.

“She’s asking me questions at one in the morning and she’s wondering why I can’t sleep?” Chandler whispered. Joey grinned.

“Well, I’m just going to go in my room,” Joey said. Monica and Chandler muttered ‘good night’ and watched him enter his room.

“Mon, are you okay?” Chandler asked. Monica looked down at her feet. “Mon?”

“Yeah. I just want to know why you can’t sleep,” Monica mumbled.

“I don’t know, babe. I tried, but I just couldn’t get to sleep.” Chandler walked over to Monica and pulled her towards the Barca lounger. “Why do you want to know so bad?”

“Chandler, do you realize that tonight is the first night you weren’t able to sleep since we’ve been going out?” Monica asked. Chandler looked at her incredulously.

“So?” he stated.

“So! Chandler, do you know what this means?”

“No.”

“It means that…you can’t…why can’t you fall asleep around me?” Monica finished pathetically.

“What do you mean? Monica, you aren’t making any sense!”

“I know!”

”Then why are we having this conversation?”

“I don’t know.” Chandler hugged Monica and put her on his lap. “I guess that this -” Monica gestured between the two, “is going really well. And I’m afraid that something is gonna happen that will break us up. And I don’t want to break up.”

“And me not being able to sleep is a big problem that’s gonna break us up?” Chandler asked. Monica sighed.

“No. I overreacted a little.”

“A little?”

”Fine. A lot, okay? It is pretty silly that I went crazy over you not being able to sleep…” Monica trailed off.

“Indeed, it was very silly. And you are very tired, huh?”

“Just a little. Chandler, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you call me ‘babe’?” Monica opened her eyes and looked into Chandler’s.

“I’m not sure. Why, do you want me to stop?” Chandler asked.

“No. I like it. Have you ever called any of your other girlfriends that?” Chandler shook his head ‘no’. “Now it’s even better.” Monica smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips.

“What’s my nickname, then?” Chandler asked. But Monica was already asleep. “I’ll ask her in the morning,” he mumbled. He picked up Monica and carried her into his room. “Sweet dreams, babe.”

Monica smiled in her sleep.

“You know what your nickname is, Mr. Big,” she whispered. Chandler straightened up. Monica’s eyes opened and she grinned. “Gotcha. Who knew? Chandler Bing, the romantic. ‘Sweet dreams, babe’.” Chandler’s cheeks reddened. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetie.” She sat up and crawled over to the edge of the bed where Chandler was standing. “I like this side of you. It’s like my little secret,” she whispered in his ear, gently running her fingers through his hair.

“Well, wouldn’t want to ruin your little secret, would we?” Chandler whispered back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the lips. “You still never answered my question.”

Monica looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“Don’t worry, hon. You can be my little Channy – Fanny.” Chandler’s jaw dropped while he tried to suppress a grin.

“Night, Mon.” Chandler let go of her and got into his bed.

“Chandler, I was just kidding! Jeez, it was just a nickname,” she said while lying down next to him.

“I know,” he said. He closed his eyes and lay on his side. Monica scooted closer to him and pecked him on the cheek.

After a few moments, Monica stopped watching Chandler to see if he would wake up. She gently traced his jaw line, then whispered, “My prince, my soul mate, my friend.”