AN: Alright, am I the only person who thought this fic was finished? Apparently I never posted this epilogue. Man, I really am getting old and senile. My bad.

Head Over Heels


I wanted to be with you alone

And talk about the weather

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face

Won't escape my attention

You keep your distance with a system of touch

And gentle persuasion

I'm lost in admiration could I need you this much

Two Years Later

The restaurant was filled with people Chandler hadn't seen in years, and many people he'd never met in his life. It had been a stressful few days; Chandler's exhaustion was evident. He really had not been prepared for the conflicting emotions that had begun to overwhelm him.

It has started when a few members of his family had flown into town. His Aunt Irene, in her typical drunken state, had called Monica 'Caitlin' twice, and then proceeded to humiliate him by asking Isabelle how she felt about her father remarrying so fast. Isabelle astutely pointed out that her mother had been gone for some time, and that she liked Monica, but the damage had been done.

In one afternoon, old wounds had been ripped apart.

Following his revelation on the roof two years earlier, Chandler had thrown himself completely into his relationship with Monica. Each day that he spent with her, he felt himself healing a little more, and by the time he had proposed eleven months ago, he was confident that he was ready for anything.

The months following the candle-lit, Central Park proposal were hectic, as Monica began planning The Ultimate Wedding. Chandler had sat back and let Monica have her way, content with the knowledge that with Monica running things, everything would be perfect.


"What do you think of these two?" Monica placed two photographs on the kitchen table, in front of Chandler. He looked down at the photos, and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, come on sweetie, just pick one!" Monica sighed.

"Well, I mean—they're just cakes, Mon. I dunno—" Chandler shrugged.

"Look," Monica fumed, yanking the photos off of the table in one swift motion, "I know you've done all this before, but this is kind of a big deal for me, it being my first wedding and all. So could you at least attempt a little bit of enthusiasm here?"

Chandler looked up; hurt flashing in his eyes.

"Mon, I'm sorry—I didn't mean to…look, I really am excited about this—but I know that you like things your own way—and I just thought that it would be best to let you do what you want to do is all…"

"It's your wedding too, Chandler."

"I know, I'm sorry, I really am. Let me see the cakes again."

Monica smiled and held the photos up in front of Chandler.

"I like that one," Chandler pointed, and Monica peered at the photo.

"Really? How about the other one?" Monica suggested, shaking the other photo in his face.

Chandler laughed, "Yeah, that's the one I meant."

Monica smiled triumphantly, and sunk into the chair next to Chandler. She watched him for a long moment, as he went back to reading the newspaper.

"Chandler? I—I'm sorry about what I said—about you not caring because it's your second wedding. It was out of line."

Chandler set down the paper, and looked at Monica, smiling softly.

"I know what you meant. And I hope you know that just because it's my second one, it doesn't mean it's any less special. I love you."

"I love you too."

Chandler sighed, and leaned heavily against the back wall of the restaurant, his face shrouded by shadow, as he watched his mother and father eye each other cattily, comparing stilettos and plunging necklines with equal distaste.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

It wasn't that he was having doubts about marrying Monica. He loved her, more that anything, and would go to the ends of the Earth to make her happy.

Irene, his parents, and everything about the wedding reminded him of Caitlin, and reminded him that all of this could end in an instant. And though his daughter seemed to be just fine with this new, big step—he was beginning to realize that he still had unresolved doubts and insecurities—and he wasn't sure why.

"Who are we hiding from?" Monica's soft voice permeated his thoughts, and he felt her hand take his. He opened his eyes, and smiled at Monica.

"Everyone," Chandler sighed, "especially those sequin-clad parents of mine."

"Yes, that is quite a dress your father is wearing," Monica laughed.

"That's nothing, wait 'til you see what he'll wear to the wedding," Chandler said flatly.

"I don't care, as long as he's not wearing the same thing I am," Monica replied, and squeezed Chandler's hand, "You okay? You've been kind of somber tonight."

"Yeah, I'm just…" Chandler pulled Monica toward him, and leaned down, placing his forehead on hers and closing his eyes, "I love you so much," he whispered softly.

Monica smiled, and wrapped her arms tightly around Chandler's neck.

"I love you too."

Someone behind them cleared their throat, and Chandler and Monica pulled away from each other slowly.

"Hey, um, sorry to interrupt, but um…Monica, Mom is looking for you."

"Oh, okay," Monica shot Chandler an apologetic glance, and he gave her a quick kiss. As she walked away, Ross turned back to Chandler.

"Chandler, I, um, I was wondering if we could talk."

"Yeah, Ross, I really wanted to talk to you, too. About Joey—"

"No, it's okay, really—I know you and Joey are really close. And I guess I'm okay with not being your Best Man…"

"Ross, I know that you and I have gotten really close, and—well, we'll be related soon," Chandler smiled, "The thing is, when I married—when I got married the first time, I was kind of forced to make Caitlin's brother Alan my Best Man—and Joey was really hurt. I guess I feel like I kind of owe him—ya know?"

"I—I didn't know that. It makes sense, of course—look, I really am okay with it—and Joey is a great guy. I'm sorry for being kind of a jerk about it—I guess I was a little hurt too," Ross laughed.

"I'm sorry we never got a chance to talk about this before now. I meant to—"

"It's alright. And hey, you can be my Best Man when Rachel and I get married—it's kind of be the same!"

Chandler smiled. "Thanks, man. Does that mean…you and Rachel are finally making it official?"

"Not yet. She's still…I dunno. She's not there yet."

"But you are?"

"Yeah. I mean, I see you and Monica, and how happy you are, and Phoebe and Joey with their baby on the way, and I think…you know, I'm ready for that. But Rachel really wants this promotion at work, and I just think…family isn't on her mind yet."

"Are you willing to wait?"

"Yeah, of course. I just…I guess I just hope that she comes around soon, ya know?"

"Sure," Chandler laughed, "But when did this role reversal happen? Shouldn't it be Rachel pressuring you?"

"Whatever," Ross shook his head, and Chandler chuckled.

"How are you holding up, anyway? You look a little…stressed out," Ross knitted his brow in concern.

Chandler sighed and looked past Ross, to Monica, who was quietly arguing with her mother across the room.

"I love her, Ross, so much. And yet I can't get this knot out of my stomach. I wish I could explain it, but I can't."

"She loves you too. And she knows that Caitlin will always be a part of your life. Don't be afraid to let her in." Ross smiled supportively, and Chandler nodded.

"Thanks, man."

"Anytime—bro," Ross laughed, and turned when he heard Rachel call his name, "gotta go," he winked, and walked away, leaving Chandler alone again.


The bright lights of the city permeated the thin white curtains in his hotel room, casting an eerie, ethereal glow over his bed. He sighed and turned to his side, hoping to get at least a little bit of sleep before the wedding.

Despite his talk with Ross, Chandler still felt uneasy about moving forward. His emotions confused him, considering that, up until now, he had been eager to have Monica in his life—to marry her and start anew.

He didn't recall feeling this nervous in the hours before his first wedding.

"That's because you were a fool in love," a soft voice filled the room, and Chandler turned and sat up.

"Are you saying that you weren't?" Chandler smiled, as Caitlin sat down at the edge of the bed.

"We both were…. young and foolish. We thought we were indestructible."

"We weren't, though," Chandler said darkly.

"No. But just because my life is over doesn't mean yours has to be. You love her. And she loves you, and deep down, you know that everything is going to be okay."

"What about you?" Chandler whispered, tears filling his eyes.

"This is exactly what I wanted for you, Chandler. You don't think I'd send you just anyone, do you?" Caitlin smiled.


"You were meant to find her. And she was meant to love you and our daughter. This was no accident."

"So you are okay…with me marrying Monica?"

"Of course I am."

Chandler smiled, and gazed at Caitlin for a long moment. His smile faded slightly, and he wrapped his arms around his legs protectively.

"God, I miss you, baby," Chandler sighed.

"A little less than you used to," Caitlin winked, and Chandler flushed, "And that's okay. You are going to be so happy."

"I am," Chandler smiled again, "Thank you."

Caitlin smiled, but said nothing. And in an instant, she was gone.

Chandler lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and discovered the peace he had been seeking.


"I can't believe we're married," Monica smiled, as she and Chandler swayed to the same sweet tune that they had that night on the roof.

"I know. Are you sure you're okay with being a 'Bing'?" Chandler joked.

"Absolutely," Monica replied softly.

"Can I tell you something?" Chandler asked tentatively, as he pulled back slightly to meet her gaze.


"I was…apprehensive about today. I guess I still felt…I don't know…guilty? Nervous? I don't really know."

"You have been kind of distant these last few days," Monica noted, with a sadness that broke his heart.

"I'm so sorry, Mon. But I'm here now."

"What happened to bring you back?"

"I…" Chandler looked up and scanned the room, his eyes falling on his daughter, who was standing near the dance floor, grinning wildly at them. "I saw an angel, and she told me everything was going to be alright."

Monica followed Chandler's gaze, and smiled when she saw Isabelle. She waved her new stepdaughter over to them, and the threesome finished the dance together.

"They make quite a family," Rachel said, as she took a seat next to Ross at the head table.

"They certainly do," Ross smiled.

"It would be nice, I think…to have something like that," Rachel sighed, her eyes never leaving the dance floor. Ross looked over at her, his eyes wide. She looked toward him, and smiled.

"When you're ready," she whispered, and grinned.

Ross' face lit up, and he pulled her into his arms, laughing and crying simultaneously.

"Alone, at last," Monica smiled suggestively, as Chandler set her down, just inside of their hotel room doorway.

"Indeed." Chandler smiled, and kissed his bride tenderly.

"Thank you," Monica sighed, "for a beautiful day."

"Thank you, for coming into my life," Chandler smiled.

Monica wiped a tear from her cheek, and ran her hand through Chandler's hair slowly.

"You know, I was talking to Iz, and she said something about wanting a brother or sister to play with…"

"She did, did she?" Chandler grinned, and pulled Monica toward him, "Well, let's see what we can do about that…"

The End

I wanted to be with you alone

And talk about the weather

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face

Won't escape my attention

You keep your distance with a system of touch

And gentle persuasion

I'm lost in admiration could I need you this much

Oh, you're wasting my time

You're just wasting time

Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out till I'm head over heels

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah don't take my heart

Don't break my heart

Don't throw it away

I made a fire and watching burn

Thought of your future

With one foot in the past now just how long will it last

No no no have you no ambition

My mother and my brothers used to breathe in clean in air

And dreaming I'm a doctor

It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand

Oh I feel so...

Something happens and I'm head over heels

And this my four leaf clover

I'm on the line, one open mind

This is my four-leaf clover

(Head Over Heels, by Tears For Fears)