AN: Okay, I know, it took me forever to get to this. Here's the thing (in case you haven't looked at my profile recently). My affection for Friends fics has waned, and as a result, these updates have been harder to write. I am going to try and finish what I've started, with all my unfinished work, but it will be slow in coming.

Fallen: Ten

God Only Knows

"They found her."

The words had been echoing in his head since the moment his wife had said them. They had flown from the house, leaving hasty instructions to Joey and Phoebe on what to feed Jack; they'd run past the media that continued to camp out on their lawn, jumped into their car, and sped toward the hospital.

It had all happened so fast, he hardly remembered doing it.

Monica screeched into the parking lot, stopping a mere centimeters in front of a tiny red Honda Accord. She was out of the car before Chandler could unbuckle his belt.

By the time he reached the hospital lobby, Monica had already inquired about their daughter, and was being directed to the third floor. He managed to catch up with her in time to hop into the elevator.

He said nothing as the elevator ascended toward pediatrics. He simply studied his wife's expression; worry, exhaustion, elation and fear all lined her face, making her seem much older all of the sudden. After a long moment, she turned to look up at him, her expression unchanged.

"What?" she asked, as the elevator slowed.

"I…I can't believe we're here, is all," he managed to stutter, as the doors slid open.

Monica nodded, but said nothing. She stepped out of the elevator and scanned the area.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bing?"

The couple turned to face a short, balding man, wearing a white medical jacket and a sympathetic expression.

"Is she okay?" Monica asked, in lieu of greeting.

"She's going to be fine. Her shoulder was dislocated, so she'll have to keep it in a sling for a while. She was dehydrated, and a little malnourished, but she's responding well, and has been asking for you," the doctor smiled.

"Can we see her?" Chandler asked softly.

"Down the hall to the left, room 314."

Monica was gone in a heartbeat; Chandler paused, and extended his hand.

"Thank you, Doctor…?"

"Morgan. Doctor Morgan."

"Thank you, so much," Chandler shook the doctor's hand, then dashed down the hall after his wife.


She knew that the nervous trembling, and the knot in her stomach, wouldn't abate until she had her daughter in her arms. Until she knew, without question, that Erica was safe.

She threw open the door to room 314, startling the nurse that was standing just on the other side, clipboard in hand.


There were moments in Monica's life that she would always treasure; the day she and Chandler were married; the day they met their children for the first time…the memories of these days, these moments, warmed her, and she cherished each.

But the moment she heard her daughter call for her…the moment she saw her, sitting up in her hospital bed, good arm extended toward her…that moment, was one that would dwarf all other.

Relief, joy, and a profound sadness washed over her, as she rushed toward her daughter, and enveloped her in her arms.

"Oh God," she whispered tearfully, "Oh thank God."


He couldn't help but notice how tiny his daughter looked, in the giant hospital bed.

He paused, as Monica ran toward Erica, knowing instinctively that he needed to hold back—to let Monica have her to herself, if only for a moment.

Perhaps it was due to the overwhelming guilt coursing through him; perhaps his demons could not be conquered with his daughter's return.

Shaking away his dark thoughts, he made his way into the room, as Monica reluctantly pulled away from Erica.

"Daddy!" Erica smiled brightly.

"Hey, Jellybean," Chandler managed, as tears threatened. Monica stepped back, and allowed Chandler to pull Erica into a warm embrace.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Chandler whispered softly, as he buried his face in his daughter's hair. He felt Monica place her hand on his back.

"It's okay, Daddy," Erica patted Chandler on the arm, "Don't cry."

"Okay," Chandler smiled, and kissed Erica on the forehead.

"Daddy's crying because he's happy," Monica said.

"When you're happy, you should smile, not cry, Daddy!" Erica scolded.

"Whatever you say, Jellybean," Chandler laughed.


"I wanna go home," Erica whined.

"Soon, honey, very soon. I'll bet you miss your brother, huh?" Monica smiled.

"And Bear," Erica nodded, and her parents laughed.

"And you know what, Uncle Joey flew all the way out here from California just to see you!" Monica said brightly.

"Uncle Joey is here?" Erica squealed happily.

Chandler caught Monica's eye, and they both smiled.

She was going to be just fine.


Jack was waiting in the entryway, when Monica, Chandler and Erica walked in. They were barely through the front door, before the twins disappeared, giggling as they ambled up the stairs.

"I guess she didn't miss us that much," Chandler laughed.

"I guess not," Monica shrugged.

"Jack has been sitting in that entryway for a half an hour at least," Phoebe laughed, and Joey silently nodded in agreement.

"Are you guys hungry? We called Ross and Rachel, they're on their way over…"

"Yeah, baby!" Joey boomed, and the others chuckled.

"I guess that means yes," Monica said, as the group headed toward the kitchen.

"I…I'm just gonna go check up on the kids," Chandler said suddenly, and paused in the doorway.

Monica turned as he disappeared from sight. She looked over at Joey and Phoebe, and smiled.

"Phoebe, why don't you call up Mike and we'll have everyone over. It'll be like old times," she said quickly, "I'll be right back."

She found him, leaned against the doorway of Erica's bedroom, watching the children play in the center of the room. She stood next to him, and placed her hand on his back.

"It's…like it's not real to me yet," Chandler whispered, "I just…had to come and make sure."

Monica looked up at her husband, and noted the shadows of worry still lining his face; the guilt and sorrow that still permeated his once-jovial features. She reached up, and ran her hand through his hair, causing him to turn and face her.

"I…I'm just so sorry I was so…I'm so sorry, Mon."

She sighed, and took his hands in hers. It was time to let her anger go. It was the only way they'd survive this.

"I don't blame you, Chandler," she whispered, and he looked up at her, doubt lining his face, "not anymore. It wasn't your fault…and there's no telling what would have happened had it been me, or even both of us there that day. It wasn't your fault," she repeated, with more conviction.

"I wouldn't…I don't know what would happen to me, if I didn't have you…and Jack and Erica. I don't know how I would live," Chandler sighed, and looked back at his children once more, "I don't think I could," he muttered sadly.

"Neither could I," Monica replied softly, and pulled her husband toward her. She placed a soft kiss on his forehead, before turning to return to the kitchen.

He stayed behind, and watched over their future.

I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me

Though life would still go on believe me

The world could show nothing to me

So what good would living do me

God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me

Well life would still go on believe me

The world could show nothing to me

So what good would living do me

God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows...

(God Only Knows, The Beach Boys)

Epilogue? Maybe. Don't hold your breath though, lol.