A/N: Hey, there! So I'm back again with a yet another story. This idea has been bugging me for a while and I just had to write it. I know, I should have probably updated one of my existing fics instea d(especially TOW The Secret Admirer which have been on hold for more than a month already), but I tried and I just couldn't finish an update for one of them yet. As of now, they're all still works in progress. I've been contemplating on my ideas on how to continue those stories so it might take me a while. I'm choosing which story path would be the best. ;)Moreover, I just started a new term at University and I'm currently writing my thesis so I'll be much busier. When I have spare time, I write fiction and it relaxes me a little. I would like to thank all of you for all the reviews you have been writing for me in all my stories. They really make my day. :) It feels nice to not only write for the purpose of releasing some stress, but to also provide others with entertainment. haha. I'll do my best to continue writing chapters that would make you wanna read more ;) Wish me luck in my thesis! :D

So here's the new story. It's AU once more. Monica's a celebrity chef and Chandler's a famous tv star. They have been best friends forever. Does it have to stay that way?

Sorry for my long note.

Prologue

"Please fasten your seat belts, we will be landing on JFK International Airport in 15 minutes. This has been flight PJ136 from Paris to New York. Thank you for flying with us." The pilot's voice rang through the speakers. She immediately sat her son to his own seat as told. Her four year-old son Daniel spent most of the flight seating on her lap because she was seated beside the window and he wanted to watch the clouds as they pass by. "You need to go back to your own seat, Dane. We'll be in New York soon." She told her son as she placed a kiss on the little boy's head. "Okay, mommy." Daniel simply said with a small smile. "Are you excited to see your Grandma Judy and Grandpa Jack? You'll get to see your Uncle Ross and cousin Ben too." She asked while locking the child's seat belt. Daniel nodded with a huge grin. He was truly excited to meet the rest of their family. Even though they lived far away from each other, Monica always made sure that they are in constant contact with her family. Her parents even visited them in Paris when Daniel was just two years old. Monica was relieved to know that Daniel is excited about this big change in his young life. However, Daniel's smile turned into a frown. "What's wrong honey?" Monica asked worriedly. "What about my daddy, mommy? Will I meet him?" The little boy asked innocently. Monica was feeling guilty seeing the hurt in her son's eyes. "We'll see, honey. We'll see." Sometimes she asks herself if she made the right choice; if everything would have worked out unlike what she believed.

The little boy had ocean blue eyes and sandy brown hair just like his father. There is no doubt that he is Chandler's son.

She would always find herself looking back at that fateful night...

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Flashback - Five Years Ago

They were laying on their backs cuddled close to one another. Their feet were sprawled over the edge of the bed, his arms wrapped protectively over her body and her hands resting affectionately on his chest. If strangers were to see them in their positions, they'd think that they were seasoned lovers. But no; Chandler and Monica are just friends, the best of friends for that matter. They have always been incredibly close, sometimes even too close for other people's comfort but the two don't mind. It's like second nature for them to act intimate with each other. No one else understand each other like they do - even their own boyfriends and girlfriends. Maybe that's the reason why both of them can only count their serious relationships with only one hand. Their partners would always seem to back away, after witnessing the way they treated each other. There was this one time when a girlfriend of Chandler even made him choose between her and Monica and he immediately chose the latter. It is truly baffling why the two haven't crossed the friends and lovers line yet. Instead, they seem content with just playing around the line, jumping over and under it.

They were celebrating. He just inked up a deal for a new big-budget film while her restaurant was given a five-star rating. They didn't plan to celebrate alone in a hotel room, but Chandler surprised Monica. He already felt bad for missing the ceremony, because he had to go to a meeting. So, he called her assistant and asked where Monica was. Being a hotshot celebrity, and knowing their intimate friendship, the hotel immediately gave him her room number. He brought her a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate he knows she loves.

"Chandler!" She immediately hugged him as she saw him appear from the back of the door. After a little lingering kiss on the cheek and a tight bear hug, she invited him inside.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting." She asked while she set two glasses for them.

"I flew in right after the meeting. If I couldn't make it to the party, might as well make it to the after-party. And congratulations, I know you'd knock 'em right away. You're an amazing chef, Mon." He said smiling. He removed his coat and laid it over a chair and took the glass of champagne.

"Thank you, you're the sweetest! I'm just glad you made it. I don't have food left-over from the party, though. How 'bout we order some room service?"

"That would be great, I'm starving!" He said, rubbing his tummy.

She ordered an exquisite dinner for the two of them. She was too busy preparing excellent meals for her guests but she didn't have a chance to sit back and enjoy some of her own.

"Hey, what about you? You were in a meeting for a project,right?"

"Yeah, I just got season three booked."

"That's great news! Now, we have the more reason to celebrate."

The evening went by in a flash; there were a silly card game, Chandler's sarcastic remarks and a bright sky full of stars. Both of them had to much to drink that the night of supposed celebration took another direction.

(A/N: Okay, so I originally wrote the following in what I believe is "drunk text' but I changed it. So, please just imagine then saying said lines drunkly. :)) So now back to the story...)

"They're beautiful, right?" Monica said in a sluggish mumble while seating on Chandler's lap. They were seating on a bench in the balcony and she had her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes, they are. Look at that Mon, it's smiling." Chandler laughingly said while pointing at what he claims to be a constellation. "They're still not as beautiful as you though." He added.

"Heyy, if I'm so 'beautiful'-" she said, making air quotations on the last word; "-why don't I have a boyfriend?" She asked in a desperate tone. Sure, she was glad of all the accomplishments she has, with her career being as great as ever; she was living her dream. But, there is still a big void in her heart. Being an amazing chef is not her biggest dream; being married to an amazing husband with wonderful kids is.

"I don't know why you don't have a boyfriend, Mon. You know, you should have a boyfriend. You're amazing, you're smart, you're sexy. I mean who wouldn't want you?" He let them stand up and hugged her tight, all the while, rubbing her back in circles. She went back inside the room.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better... Because you're my best friend." She took another glass and drank another shot of alcohol.

"Okayy. Maybe, we have enough of that." He tried taking the glass from her before she took a last gulp.

"Hey! You're not the soberish person in the room too you know. You're hammered as hell too. Give me that!" She said, irritated. But, ended with what seemed to be a laugh-cry.

"Come on now, Mon.. What the heck. You ask who wants you? I want you." He said out of the blue.

"Whaaaat?" She said, shocked, despite being in her obvious drunken state.

"Heyy, I don't like repeating what I said. So you should take notes, people! Anyways, how 'bout we just dance instead?" He said, walking wobbly towards her. He took her hand and she gave it.

He held her closer with his arms all around her waist. He took away one of his hands to place her arms around his shoulders. His chin was on her shoulder and he took in her scent. She smelled like an angel and he felt like he was floating in heaven. Her face was against his chest and she could feel the beating of his heart following a rapid rhythm. He was rubbing circles on her back again and she could feel shivers down her spine once more. They settled in a smooth, slow dance.

"But, we don't have music, silly?" She said in a chuckle.

"Don't you hear it?" He asked, still not holding back.

"What are you talking about?" She repiled.

"You hear the music? Or else why would you be dancing as synchronised with me?"

He was right, it was oddly unsettling that she knew just how he would sway his hips or when he'll turn her around right at the moment. They were dancing in one slow motion that she could actually feel the beating of her heart setting at the pace she felt in his own just moments ago.

They continued dancing as the heat of the ardent spirits they've just consumed started seeping through their line of judgment. This made him courageous as ever, and he let it dictate him. He found himself lowering his hands that were once on her waist, bringing them down to her hips. Still swaying to one rhythm, he laid a hand on her butt. This brought out a small gasp from Monica but instead of reacting negatively, she responded with pulling slightly on his hair, playing with the strands one by one.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered into her ear. He let go of her and stared right into her eyes.

"You're not looking so bad yourself either. Your eyes are so pretty." She said back.

He kissed her and she did not dare protest. They thought it would feel weird but it didn't. It felt good, as if it was one of the things that they should have done way before in their lives. His shirt was now hanging off his back and the top of her dress was now to her waist. They kept their focus on each other, only stopping to take quick short breaths. Right now, Chandler was only aware of his shirt hanging off his back and the woman below him. He was insatiable. He kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck but he keeps on coming back to her lips. Monica felt the same, all her thoughts were wired into this cloud of desire. She suddenly wanted him; she wanted her best friend; and it sure was very clear that he did too. They fumbled each other's clothing, removing every article until they both found themselves completely naked.

They made love that night, all the passion that built up through the years of being so close yet so far all laid out.

She awoke in the morning with a throbbing pain in her head, recalling fuzzy memories of the events last night. She struggled to tap the other side of the bed, expecting him to be there. He wasn't.

A/N: So, there's the Prologue. As always, please tell me what you think so I'll know if I should write more of this or not. Thank you :)