*~I'm sure that other people have done this, but I wanted to give it a try, and I sort of stole part of the idea off of the movie "Three Days". The song is by Remy Zero. Please review and tell me what you thought! Thanks!*~

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song.

Chandler felt lost. He had been walking around New York for about four hours and still hadn't found any answers. His eyes searched the ground as if he had lost something and it was somewhere down there. What he lost, however, was not on the ground. It wasn't as simple as that. He could only wish that it had been. This is why he had shied away from commitment. You commit and undoubtedly your heart gets broken. That's what had happened, right? He had fallen in love and she had hurt him. He couldn't imagine going back to his apartment and seeing her things where she had left them before the fight. How angry she had been. The anger in her voice and the way she had slammed the door. He had known that it was going to take a lot more than a bouquet of flowers to get back into her good graces. That's where he had been. He had gone to the flower stand hoping that roses would at least soften her a little bit and then some jewelry and a fancy dinner, and many very heartfelt I'm sorries, and he would be fine. He had just paid the man for the roses when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Chandler?"

"Ross? What's the matter?"

"It's Monica," Ross started. Chandler felt his heart lurch. She was fine. They had had a fight and she had gone out to get some air, but she was fine. She had to be.

"What's the matter?"

"She was in a car accident," Ross said. Chandler's hands lost the grip on the roses and they dropped to the ground and he felt his knees go weak.

"Is she okay? What happened?"

"She was crossing the street when a man flew through a red light and hit her," Ross said and Chandler could hear the sorrow in his voice.

"But she's okay? Right? Ross, is she hurt?"

"No, she's not hurt," Ross said.

"Well, that's great," Chandler said and his heart stopped beating as fast and he regained his ability to think. "Where is she? Can I talk to her?"

"No, Chandler, she's not hurt, because she's dead," Ross stated sadly.

"No, Ross, she can't be....she's not....she's fine....I just bought her roses, and I'll give them to her tonight so that she's not mad at me anymore," Chandler's head was spinning. His life was literally slipping away from him.

"I'm so sorry. We're all down at the hospital," Ross said. "Do you want to meet us here?" Chandler didn't know much, but he knew that he didn't want to be there.

"No, I think that I'll just go home," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Is that such a good idea?"

"I'm fine Ross." He hung up the phone and stumbled to a bar and did the only thing he thought was safe. He got incredibly drunk.

I feel my wings have broken in your hands

I feel the words unspoken inside

and they pull you under

and I will give you anything you want

you're all I wanted

and all my dreams are falling down

crawling around

The week after her funeral was a blur to Chandler. He found himself walking around the streets at night looking for something. For hours on end just searching for an answer to why she was gone. It just wasn't fair. It just didn't seem fair at all. Everything reminded him of her. A little girl ran past with dark hair and blue eyes and he wondered if their daughter would have looked like that. Would their son have her temper? Would their daughter have her smile? What about her cooking abilities? Her stubbornness? Things like that just made him so depressed that he had to sit down. He couldn't cry anymore. He had used up all his tears and he had none left. Her pictures and her clothes had been put away in boxes in his closet. One day he would have to move all that stuff and give it or throw it away, but it was too soon. He couldn't believe that she had been only gone for a little more than a week. It felt as if they had spent a past lifetime together. Monica had been a part of that life and not this one. He was pretty sure that he was never going to get married again. They had only been married for a little less than a year. Not fair. It just wasn't fair. They were still in the honeymoon stage. Their first anniversary would be in two days. He didn't know what he was going to do that day, but he was pretty sure that it would involve a whole lot of alcohol.

"Chandler?" His friend Joey was calling his name. It must be Joey's turn to come collect me, Chandler thought.

"I'll be home soon Joe," he told him.

"Come on, man, it's late," Joey said.

"I'll be home when I want to be home," Chandler said again. "I'm not ready yet to go back to our empty apartment." It was true, he walked around until he was so tired that he just got back and would collapse into bed. Then he would wake up and immediately leave the apartment. But he couldn't move in with one of his friends.

"Okay, but within twenty minutes or we'll come back here and drag you home kicking and screaming," Joey relented. They knew where he would be. He just walked around the park. In actuality it was a very dangerous place to be at night, but he didn't care. He could care less. The only thing that he cared about was gone.

"Fine Joe," he said and made his way through the park to a fountain and he remembered throwing pennies off and making wishes with Monica. A few teenagers had climbed into the fountain and were trying to collect money.

"Hey!" Monica yelled. "You can't do that!"

"Why not?" the one kid had asked.

"Haven't you ever seen The Goonies?" She asked. "Those are someone's wishes." The kids had shrugged and put the change back and got out.

"It's not worth it," the other kids said and they went to find another fountain where there was no women to stop them.

"Why?" Chandler shouted into the running water of the fountain. "Why is she gone? What did either of us do so wrong? I need her! I need her to save me! Take a murderer, take a sociopath, why her?" And he broke down crying.

Somebody save me

Let your warm hands break right through

somebody save me

I don't care how you do it

just save, save, save

come on, I've been waiting for you

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, Joey knocked on his door to make sure that he was home.

"I'm here," Chandler yelled through the door and Joey retreated to his apartment. Chandler sank onto the couch and fell asleep hoping when he woke up he would wake up in his bed next to her, instead of a cold couch all alone.

When he got up, he saw that his wish had not been answered and she wasn't there. He hadn't really expected her to be, but he thought that it had been worth a try. His door opened and Phoebe made her way slowly inside.

"Good morning," she said and Chandler for the first time noticed her red eyes. He had been so caught up in his own grief he hadn't realized that his friends weren't taking this as well as he had thought.

"Hey Phoebe," he wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth like he used to do when Monica was upset.

"I was thinking," Phoebe said. "Is it okay if I go with you on your walk tonight?" Chandler really preferred to be alone, but he forced himself to nod.

"Sure Pheebs," he said softly. "You can come."

"Chandler?"

"Yes?" He turned back around to face her.

"I think that she's watching us and making sure that we're okay."

"I think so too."

"And Chandler?"

"Yes?"

"There's no way she's not an angel." Chandler began to cry again. Softly and then hard fat tears freely falling down his face.

"I know."

I see the world as folding in your heart

I feel the waves crash down inside

and they pull me under

and I will give you anything you want

you were all I wanted

and all my dreams have fallen down

crawling around

Phoebe came over and together they left the apartment and made their way to the park and Chandler stared at the ground per usual, looking for something that wasn't there. Phoebe didn't talk, she simply followed and searched the skies. With Chandler seeking answers from the ground and Phoebe seeking the sky, if there was any wisdom, anything to find, then they would surely find it. They arrived at the fountain that Chandler had gone to the night before and he walked over and set his hand on the edge.

"What's the matter?" She asked. "Why did we stop?"

"This was our fountain," Chandler said and he felt the tears edge his eyes and he thought it would take all he had not to break down again. He told Phoebe the story and they sat quietly on the bench by it and stared at the water falling. She finally stood up and held out her hand and he took hold of it.

"Let's make a wish," she told him and she got out two pennies and handed one to him.

"No," he said. "This is an important wish." He reached into his pocket and pulled out two quarters and handed her one. He silently wished in his head what he had been thinking since the night before standing before this very fountain. He whispered it once to himself and then once out loud very quietly so that no one would hear.

"Please return Monica to me." He closed his eyes and made the wish and then turned and took Phoebe's hand.

"Are you done?" He asked. She nodded and they walked out of the park. Each had wished pretty much the same thing and each was praying that it would come true. Chandler would have given up everything at that point to have his wish come true.

"Did you make a good wish?" A man behind him asked with a smiled. Chandler and Phoebe were startled, they hadn't seen anyone behind them.

"Yeah," he said and for the first time in over a week he smiled a little. "A very good wish." The man smiled at him and tipped his brown hat.

"That's very good," he told Chandler. " I hope that it comes true for you."

"Thanks," Chandler answered puzzled. He and Phoebe made their way back to his apartment.

"Do you want to stay in the extra room tonight?" Chandler asked.

"Sure, if that's okay," Phoebe said.

"Not a problem," he replied and when they got back he fell asleep on the couch and she went into his extra bedroom and both fell into a fitful sleep.

Somebody save me

Let your warm hands break

Somebody save me

I don't care how you do it

just save, save

come on, I've been waiting for you

All my dreams are on the ground

crawling around

Chandler yawned as he opened his eyes. He stretched his arms and his hand hit the headboard. That was funny, he thought. I fell asleep on the couch. He figured he must have gotten up and moved there at some point in the night. He heard a yawn next to him and his eyes darted to the other side of the bed. Her side of the bed. A head full of dark hair popped out and opened a set of brilliant blue eyes.

"Monica?" His voice cracked.

"I told you not to drink all that wine," she teased yawning again. She looked at the clock, but he couldn't take his eyes off her in case that if he did, he would find that she was an illusion. He touched her hair and ran his finger down her face and traced her jaw line.

"Are you really here?" He asked in amazement.

"Yes, silly, I'm really here. I was really here last night too. Or did you forget last night already?"

"No," he said and he shook his head and she looked at him curiously.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" She asked. No, she couldn't be real. She had died. She was dead. A car had hit her and killed her instantly. No, she wasn't here. He was dreaming this.

"Monica," he said and began kissing her. Even if she was just an illusion, he might as well make the best of it, right? He put his hand on her chest and felt her heart beat beneath his palm.

"Happy anniversary to you too," she said between kisses and giggled. That's right. It was their anniversary. He had to be dreaming this. He got up out of bed and looked down at her.

"Are you real?" He finally asked, his voice breaking.

"As real as you," she answered kind of thrown off by his question. "Chandler, what's the matter?"

"You're...you're..."

"What?"

"Oh Monica," he said and threw himself into her arms and she was surprised, but she held him and let him cry into her lap. He never cried and she was worried. The old man, he suddenly remembered. The one in the park after he made his wish. His wish. To have her back. Could he have? No...not possible. But she was here. She was in his arms. She was rocking his sobbing form back and forth. He got up and threw on a pair of sweatpants.

"I'll be right back," he said and he grabbed his coat and ran out and down the stairs. He ran into the park and found the man standing by the fountain. Chandler had so many questions he didn't know where to start.

"Hello," the man said without turning around. Chandler figured hello was as good a place to start as any.

"Hi," he answered. He took a deep breath. "Did you make my wish come true?"

"A thousand pennies get thrown in each day," the man stated. "Every single one belongs to someone who made a wish."

"Then why did mine get picked? Not that I'm complaining," Chandler said and he moved closer to the man.

"You asked someone to save you," the man answered. "She's here to save you. She's here so that you can tie up loose ends."

"Then what?"

"Then she's gone again."

"But that's not fair," Chandler said.

"Life's not fair," he shot back.

"So how long do I get her?"

"A week."

"A week? That's it?"

"A week, and at the end of the week, she dies again. It's fate kid, even I can't change that," the man tipped his hat at Chandler and disappeared onto the path and Chandler stared into the fountain. A week. Well, at least that was something.

Somebody save me

Let your warm hands break right through

somebody save me

I don't care how you do it

just save me

I made this whole world shine for you

just save, save

I'm still waiting for you

~* I know, most obviously that this could never happen, but that's why it's fanfiction. And I really just wanted to try it. I had a bad few days. I found out that I was supposed to have a surprise party from my best friend for my birthday, and she got grounded, so my party got cancelled. I was pretty mad. So please review and make my day better by telling me what you thought. *~