AN: Okay, all, it's time to torture Chandler in all new and fun ways!  This idea came to me while I was watching an E! True Hollywood Story.  Seriously. 

I'm posting the prologue to see if there's any interest in more Chan-Torture.  LOL.

When We Dance

~Prologue: If I Ever Lose My Faith~

If I ever lose my faith in you

There'd be nothing left for me to do

I could be lost inside their lies without a trace

But every time I close my eyes, I see your face

"Monica?  Wait, please!"

"This conversation is over!  And so are we!"

"No, Mon, wait, I can explain—"

"Explain?  Explain what?  That you're a pathetic loser who can't get his own life together, much less maintain a stable relationship?  That-that you are a horrible friend, and an even worse boyfriend?"


"Leave me alone, Chandler!"


"Stop yelling!"


"I said shut up, Bing!"

He was vaguely aware that someone had hit him, and that his head had hit the wall, and then the floor.  He struggled to sit up, but couldn't move.  He struggled to open his eyes, but the darkness consumed him.  He called out for Monica, but there came no reply.

He was alone again.


Monica gnawed on her fingernails anxiously, as she watched her brother and best friend whisper quietly at the door.  Her brother looked over at her, then took a deep breath before walking toward her.

She held her breath, and kept her eyes focused on Ross' shoes.

"Hey Mon," Ross whispered, and placed a heavy hand on her bony shoulder.

"Just tell me who was on the phone, Ross," Monica said flatly.

"It was them," Ross said softly, his voice cracking slightly, "Chandler—Chandler's dead."

 ("If I Ever Lose My Faith In You", by Sting ©1993)