AN: Yes, that's right, I'm starting another series. But even though this one starts off sad, it'll be my light and happy one eventually. I just figured that with all the angst I had going on, I needed to start a romance series. This one, like my others will move kinda slowly, but a few of my other fics will be wrapped up shortly, I hope.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Head Over Heels
One: Brilliant Blue Sky
The sky was a deep, rich, turquoise blue. A blue so brilliant, so vibrant, that he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
Not even for a moment.
"Chandler?" his mother's voice penetrated his mind, but still he kept his eyes on the sky.
"Sweetie, the Harper's are leaving. They want to say goodbye."
"The sky is so blue today," Chandler replied softly.
"Honey, the Harper's—"
"Want to tell me how sorry they are," Chandler interrupted harshly, tearing his eyes from the window and focusing on Nora's shocked expression, "I know everyone is sorry. I know that everyone feels just horrible for me, and for Iz. But they don't know, they don't really know what to say…" Chandler turned away from his mother, his eyes turning back upward.
"And I don't know what I need to hear," Chandler finished quietly. He looked down at his mother again, tears filling his eyes as he spoke softly.
"She was my wife, and Isabelle's mother. And she was everything to us. Nothing that anyone can say will change that. Nothing anyone can do will bring her back."
"I know," Nora whispered quietly, "I know. I'll—I'll tell the Harper's that you send your best, okay?"
"Thanks Mom. I—I'm sorry."
"No, Chandler, it's okay. I know…you need time. To heal."
"Yeah," Chandler croaked, and closed his eyes.
And she was there.
She was always there, when he closed his eyes, something that he found oddly comforting.
Because she was his crutch when he stumbled; she was his heart, she was his soul.
And she'd left him here alone.
The Cancer had come on quickly, and ruthlessly. Over a year of treatments did nothing to thwart the deadly disease, and nothing the doctor's did made anything better.
She had been a strong, vibrant, wonderfully cheerful person. Cancer had ripped all of that away from her. She'd lost her hair, she'd lost twenty pounds, and with it she'd lost her self-confidence, her self-worth, and the sparkle that lit both their souls.
She died on a Tuesday.
They had met in a bar, of all places, when he was a senior in college and she was a waitress in a dingy diner, struggling to put her own recently acquired degree to use.
They'd been inseparable, so it came as no surprise to their friends when they'd decided to get married.
They were married in April—Isabelle was born that October.
Their life was picture-perfect. They had been trying for another baby—they'd both wanted at least three—when disaster had struck.
And now he was alone, and Iz was without a mother, and he was so incredibly lost, that all he could do was think about how blue the sky was today.
Because thinking of anything beyond that would kill him.
"I was thinking that it might be good for you to get out for a night…I could watch Isabelle, and you and Joey could go to a Red Sox game or something. What do you think? Chandler? Helloooo?"
"What?" Chandler jerked from his reverie, and looked at Phoebe crossly.
"I was telling you that Joey has Sox tickets. And that you should go—that you need to go," Phoebe said sternly but warmly.
"No, Chandler, I'm not taking no for an answer. You need to get out, before you drive your daughter, Joey and me insane. Please Chandler, just do this."
"Fine," Chandler relented, and stared down at his soup blankly. Phoebe turned around, a satisfied grin lining her face, as she began cleaning the kitchen once more. For a long moment, the room was silent, save for Phoebe's occasional rustling.
"I'm thinking about moving," Chandler said suddenly, and Phoebe spun around, shocked.
"I—I just think it would be good for me…and for Iz. A new city, a new start…with no—" Chandler stopped and sighed deeply, "with no memories of Caitlin shadowing us."
"I know…I know that Joey will be upset. But I need this Phoebe. I…I can't walk down the street without thinking about what I had—about what I lost."
"Wh-where would you go?"
"I was thinking about New York. It would—It would still be close to Boston, and my company has an office there—"
"But," Phoebe whined, tears lining her eyes, "you hate your job! And who'll take care of Isabelle when you're at work?"
"I'll hire someone…a nanny or something. Look Pheebs, maybe this won't be permanent, ya know? But I just can't stay here right now. I feel like I'm suffocating. Here, Caitlin is everywhere."
"I know," Phoebe whispered, and pulled her friend into a hug, "but we'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Chandler whispered back, "but this is just something I have to do."
New York City
"This is ridiculous," Monica whined, and tossed the want ads to the side, "there are NO jobs! My mom was right! I'm a total loser!"
"Oh, Mon, come on, it isn't that bad!" Rachel smiled at her friend and roommate sympathetically.
"Oh really? I've been out of a job for three months, Rach, and nothing! Nada! Zip! Zero!"
"Okay, okay, I get it! Look, I'm sure something will come up—"
"Right," Monica snorted, and stood up, "unlike some people, things don't just magically fall into my lap!"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Rachel pouted.
"Rach, do you have your dream job?"
"Well, yeah, but—"
"And didn't you get that job because a friend of a friend thought you were 'fashion' material?"
"And don't you have a fabulous boyfriend who treats you like a princess?"
"Yeah, but it's not like you'd date him—he's your brother!"
"Ew, and SO not my point! Rach, I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have a job, and I hated the job I was fired from!"
"Well, what do you want me to do? It's not like cute guys are falling out of the freaking sky in this city!"
Right on cue, there was a knock at the door.
Rachel arched an eyebrow, and Monica rolled her eyes, before crossing the room to answer the door.
On the other side stood a man in his late twenties, tall, well built, with sandy hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hi, um, is there a…Rachel Green here?"
Monica sighed. It figured.
"Yeah," she said, disappointment lining her voice. She turned, and glared at Rachel, "It's for you."
Rachel smiled and stood up, shrugging at Monica before approaching the stranger in the doorway. Monica rolled her eyes again, and walked back into the living room, before sinking into her overstuffed reading chair. She struggled to ignore the hushed conversation at the door, and feigned disinterest when Rachel returned a moment later.
"His name is Joshua," Rachel smiled, and held up a thin black Gucci wallet, "he found my wallet in the coffee shop. Isn't that amazing?"
"Miraculous," Monica mumbled.
"Man, if Ross were here I'd be getting an earful, huh?" Rachel giggled.
"Unbelievable," Monica threw her hands in the air, "Do you know what would have happened if I would have lost my wallet? It would have been found by some criminal who would have maxed out all of my cards and stolen my identity! But you lose your wallet, and some tall, handsome stranger brings it back to you!"
"He was pretty hot, huh?" Rachel smiled dreamily.
"What? I'm just saying!"
"Call us, if you need anything, okay?" Phoebe whispered, as she pulled Chandler into a hug.
"I will," Chandler smiled.
"Take care of your dad, okay?" Joey said, as he crouched down to ruffle five-year old Isabelle's hair.
"I will," Isabelle giggled, "take care of your wife, okay?" she mimicked.
"Okay," Joey laughed, and winked at Phoebe.
"We gotta go," Chandler sighed, and looked back at the boarding gate, "Iz, say goodbye to Aunt Phoebe and Uncle Joey."
"Byeeeee!" Isabelle yelled, her tiny arms extended above her head and waved her hands frantically.
"Bye Isabelle!" Joey and Phoebe waved sadly.
Chandler stole one last glance at his friends, then picked his daughter up and carried her away.
It was time to start again.