~This is just a little idea I had after hearing this song, and it was a nice little break from studying for finals (which whoever created finals should be shot...that's all I have to say about that). The song is by Train, and the first part is in this chapter and the next part will be in the second part. Just leave me a nice little review and tell me what you think. Thanks.

Disclaimer: Neither the song or the characters are mine. Damn. That sucks.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Chandler muttered as he ran along the airport trying to make his flight. He kept checking the screens to make sure his flight wasn't delayed. That would be all he needed, another delay. He had to get to New York. He had to get to his wife. She needed him, and that was all that mattered.

Approaching his gate, he handed the ticket to the woman and she smiled at him.

"Have a great flight sir," she told him.

"Thanks," he gave a small smile back. He looked at her name tag.

Monica.

Now that was poetic. That was exactly who he was trying to get home to. He gave this Monica standing before him a larger smile.

"Monica, have a great day," he told her. This Monica smiled widely at him, a real smile, and not the fake ones that she usually reserved for the passengers.

"Thank you," she said. Nodding, Chandler boarded the plane and once in his seat let out a small sigh of relief. He had made it. He was on the plane. There was nothing stopping him from getting to her now.

"I hate flying," the girl next to him said loudly to no one in particular.

"What?" Chandler turned his attention to her.

"I hate flying," she repeated. "It's terrifying." Laughing a little, he shook his head.

"I don't mind it," he told her.

"Well I do," she said gripping onto the arm rests. "That's why I don't do it that often." She paused and then seemed to study Chandler. "What's in New York?"

"Hmm?"

"What are you going to New York for?"

"My wife," he answered. "I live there. I'm trying to get home to her. I need to get to home to her."

"That's sweet," the girl nodded her approval. "I wish my boyfriend would say thing like that to me. What's her name?" Chandler thought this was funny, because the girl had yet to ask him his name, but smiling at the thought of his wife, he replied,

"Monica."

"That's a pretty name. What's yours?"

"Chandler. You?"

"Sophia. Sophie," she extended her hand. "It's nice to meet you Chandler."

"You too," he took her hand and gave it a shake. "And don't be worried about flying."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"You have a better chance of your cab crashing and killing you once we land than you do of this plane crashing." Raising one eyebrow, Sophie gave a small grin.

"That's exactly what the people say right before their plane crashes," she told him. At this Chandler let out a laugh.

"Right."

Well, an airplane's faster than a Cadillac

And a whole lot smoother than a camel's back

But I don't care how you get to me

Just get to me

"Why aren't we taking off?" It was Sophie who first pointed this out, and Chandler then noticed it when she said it. They had been sitting there for some time. All he wanted to do was get home.

"I don't know," he said shrugging. "Maybe the flight attendant knows." He raised his hand in the air to gesture to himself and the flight attendant came over to their seats.

"Yes sir?"

"Why aren't we taking off?" He asked.

"Hold on one minute sir," she told him and walked away. Both Chandler and Sophie exchanged looks. Oh great, he thought to himself. What was going on now?

"There is a storm approaching and we can not take off," the flight attendant announced. "Please exit the plane in an orderly fashion and we will board once again as soon as the weather clears."

"Shit," Chandler muttered.

"It's okay, you'll get to her," Sophie assured him. They had been sitting and talking for quite some time, and Chandler had told her why it was so vitally important that he get to his wife.

"But..."

"Chandler, it's only a little delay," she said as she grabbed her purse and handed Chandler his carry-on. As they walked out of the plane and into the terminal it became clear that it wouldn't be just a little delay. Snow was coming down in sheets. The world was being blanketed in snow. Chandler swore to himself again and kicked the wall.

"I can't wait," he told Sophie. "I'm going to see if I can get a train or rent a car."

"Are you sure?"

"We'll be here all night," he said. "Would you like to come with me?" Sophie shrugged.

"It's better than flying, right?" She said and he nodded happy to have some company for the ride.

All that mattered was getting home. He needed to get home. That was all there was to it.

Parasail or first class mail

Get on the back of a Nightingale

Just get to me, I don't care, just get to me

Prokeds, mopeds, take a limousine instead

They ain't cheap, but they're easy to find

Get on the highway

point yourself my way

"Sir, we understand your plight, however, we have no seats open on the train from Boston to New York," the woman told him.

"What?" When had traveling by train become so popular? He knew that it had been once, in like the late 1800's, but what was with this sudden resurgence of the train? "How can you not have any seats?"

"Like I said, there are no seats available," the woman repeated. Chandler threw his hands up in the air in frustration. Someone, somewhere, was trying to toy with him.

"Can you check again?" Sophie stepped in and asked. "It's really important that he gets home." The woman simply shook her head.

"We have no seats."

"Come on lady!" Chandler yelled and the woman, startled, just shut flipped the sign so that it said closed and shut the window.

This was not going according to plan.

In fact, nothing that day had gone according to his plan.

"Chandler, we'll just rent a car and drive down," Sophie said trying to calm him down. Just as he was about to reply, his phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his bag.

"Hello? Hi sweetheart, no I'm trying honey. Oh honey, don't cry. You're doing great. Okay? I have to rent a car and drive down now because the planes are stuck in the snow and the train is full. No, baby, it's okay, I want to drive down. I want to be with you. I'll be there as soon as I can. I love you Mon. I love you so much. I'll get to you as soon as I can." He hung up and closed his eyes and when he opened them again he met Sophie's eye.

"So about that rental car."

Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways

Just get to me, yeah

Go on hitch a ride

on the back of a butterfly

There's no better way to fly

To get to me

In one instance of fortune, the rental company had cars with four wheel drive. Which was a very good thing as a blizzard had hit. Chandler paid for the car and him and Sophie got in and he pulled out onto the road.

"Thanks for the ride," she said.

"No problem. Let's just hope we get there."

"We will."

"Yeah, right."

"You will get there in time." Chandler nodded, not quite believing her. She stared out the window for awhile as he drove as fast as the conditions would allow.

"Do you live in New York?" He asked her.

"Nope. Just visiting some friends."

"Do you live in Boston?"

"Nope. Just visiting some friends."

"Where do you live?" He asked laughing.

"Phoenix."

"Phoenix? That's.... no where near here."

"Yep. I wanted to see New England. I wanted to see snow."

"Well, you got it," he told her laughing.

"Yes I did. What were you doing in Boston?"

"Business trip."

"Did you leave early?"

"Yes."

"Was your boss mad?"

"Yes."

"Do you care?"

"Not at all." She nodded smiling.

"You know what Chandler?"

"What's that?"

"You have proven to me that there are still good men left in the world." Blushing, he smiled a little.

"Then, we can't have you meet my friend Joey. If you still believe that there are good men, he's not the guy to meet." He fell quiet again.

"We're going to get there," she told him once more. "I pinky swear it. And you can't break a pinky swear." He allowed himself to smile again and nodded.

You can't break a pinky swear.

I look around at what I got

And without you, it ain't a lot

But I got everything, with you, everything

Maybe you could pollinate

over the Golden Gate

Take a left hand turn

at the corner of Haight

~Will he make it home? Or will his car slip on ice and will he die? Will he have an affair with Sophie? There are so many things left up in the air! Haha, just kidding. Leave me a review though, please? I'm having a tough week and next week is finals. Ugh. Thanks.~