Monica woke up to the sound of her lovely husband, Chandler, getting ready for work. Usually he worked in a small building but today (11/9/01) he was lucky enough to be having a meeting in floor 186 of the world trade centres.
She looked at the clock - 7:30am- he had half-an-hour but it was only a small commute. A year walk down the road. He walked in and stood watching her for a moment. Monica sat up and smiled at him.
'Morning, Chandler.'
'Morning, honey. I'm off but you get some more rest, OK?' he said caringly.
'Oh but I have pancakes to make, 'cause you are going to ace this interview, baby!' I said with a big smile.
'Aww,' he chuckled and then 'I love you...' before a sot kiss on the tip of my nose.
'I love you too,' I replied. 'Bye, good luck!'
'Don't need it.' he joked as he walked out of the door, usual Chandler.
Slowly getting up and dressed, I began to make a Chandler special - 10 blueberry pancakes with more sprinkled on top.
Soon the batter was finished and I began to make the pancakes, eating the extra two (11 and 12). Absentmindedly, I turned on the news and checked the time - 8:30, Chandler's meeting had just finished. I decided to call, ask how it went when boom! A plane smashed into South Tower, apparently the second that day! It was only a few blocks under Chandler's meeting room!
'Oh my God, Chandler, baby... no!'
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Mondler - 9/11
FanfictionI love Mondler. Am so obsessed it's unreal. We also learnt about 9/11 in our most recent RS lessons. So to pay tribute (and for anyone who loves Mondler) here you go, kids! (If you don't get that F.R.I.E.N.D.S reference then either look it up or lea...
