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Chandler felt the car slide a little, but kept his speed the same. He was going to get home. He had to get home.

"Chandler, slow down a little," Sophie warned, but Chandler kept his hands tightly on the steering wheel, his eyes straight ahead, and his speed exactly the same.

"I can't," he said. "I can't."

"Chandler? Please, you're scaring me. We're going way too fast. We're going to get in an accident."

"You don't understand!"

"I do! Please, just slow down a little bit. You'll make it to her. But we'll crash if you keep going at this speed."

"But..."

"Please slow down." Shaking his head, he kept his speed constant. Sophie closed her eyes and prayed that they would make it to New York in one piece.

"I need to get to her," Chandler kept repeating hoping the Sophie would understand.

"Chandler!" She screamed as they hit a patch of ice on the road and the wheels spun out and they slid across the highway into the trees that lined the icy roadways. The car hit a tree and he looked over at Sophie whose head was at an odd angle.

"Sophie? Sophie? Please be okay. I'm sorry. Oh God. Monica."

Then everything went black, and all he kept thinking over and over inside his head was:

Monica.

Monica.

What would happen now?

What had he done now?

Monica.

Monica.

"Chandler?" Wait. What? "Chandler? Wake up. Hey. You're screaming." He jolted awake and remembered where he was. Sophie had taken a turn driving so that Chandler could take a nap. They weren't bleeding on the side of the road somewhere. They were still in the car heading towards New York.

"Want to switch back?" He asked. "So that you can sleep?"

"Sure." She pulled off to the side and hopped out so that they could trade places.

Chandler began to drive again with Sophie in the passenger seat, her eyes closed. And this lasted for a little while until a voice broke through the silence.

"So how did you meet your wife?" Sophie opened her eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"Eh. Sleep is overrated. So, how did you meet your wife?" Chandler smiled.

"We were best friends."

"That's always the best way," Sophie said smiling. "So what made you move from being just friends to more than friends?"

"London. It was London's fault."

"Wow, that's a whole lot of responsibility to place on a whole city." Laughing, Chandler nodded.

"It's a great city," he replied with a sparkle in his eye.

"I've never been, so I'll take your word on that," she answered. She opened her mouth to say something else, when his phone rang.

"Hello? Ross! How is she? Is she okay? Tell her I'm trying. I rented a car and I'm driving down. I know Ross, well, you know what? Ross! How was I supposed to.... Ross? Shut up. Go back to your sister and tell her I love her and I'm going to get there as fast as I can." With that, Chandler hit the end button on the phone.

"Monica's brother?"

"Yes. And my best man at our wedding. Currently dating Monica's maid of honor and her best friend."

"Wow. You guys aren't fond of exogamy are you?"

"We're pretty close. The six of us are like family."

"Six?"

"Me and Mon, Ross and Rachel, and Joey and Phoebe."

"Are they dating too?"

"No. Phoebe is married. His name is Mike. And Joey....well, he's just Joey." Sophie laughed.

"Sounds like quite the crew." Chandler nodded. He checked the speedometer and saw that he was going really fast and reluctantly slowed down. All he needed was ticket. That would just take up more time. He didn't have any time. He had to get to New York.

"Would you like to see a picture?" He asked Sophie.

"Sure. I mean, you keep talking about them, I guess it would help if I knew what they actually looked like."

"Right," Chandler laughed. Digging into his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and handed it to her. Glancing over briefly, he saw the first picture in the pile.

"Is that your wife?" She asked. Not being able to help it, a grin covered his face.

"Yeah, that's Mon."

"She's gorgeous," Sophie told him. "Seriously." Chandler nodded.

"I know. I don't know why she picked me." It was one of his favorite pictures of Monica. She was sitting on the window seat in their apartment hugging her knees to her body, and her head resting on one of her knees. He had taken it when he was trying out his new camera. Sophie didn't answer, she just continued to flip through the pictures. One of their wedding day, one of Emma and Ben, and finally one of the whole gang on the orange couch in Central Perk. They had talked Gunther into taking it.

"Now, I know you, and Monica. But who is who?"

"The Italian draping over the back of the couch? That's Joey. Um, well, the girl on Monica's right is Rachel and next to her is Ross. And Phoebe is the one sitting on the arm of the couch with the guitar."

"I should have guessed." Chandler laughed. Then his grip tightened on the steering wheel, Sophie noticed and smiled at him. "You'll get there. Soon."

It wasn't soon enough.

And then a sharp right

At the first street light

And get yourself on a motor bike

And if you think you'll get stuck

in a traffic jam

That's fine, send yourself through a telephone line

It doesn't matter how you get to me

Just get to me

Chandler never thought he would be so happy to see the New York skyline in his life.

"Where can I drop you off?" He asked Sophie.

"Hey, the hospital is fine. I can just call a taxi from there." Chandler looked at her with gratitude.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all," she assured him. "You need to get to her." Chandler nodded.

"I do." Finally he pulled into the hospital's parking garage and jumped out of the car. She was so close. She was in this building. He was almost there.

"Thanks for the ride," Sophie called as she grabbed her suitcase out of the trunk.

"I feel terrible. Come upstairs with me, and I'll get Ross or Joey to drive you home," Chandler said.

"No, you got me here. That's enough."

"No, it would be rude to just drop you off here. Come up and Ross will take you home."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." He picked her suitcase back up and threw it into the trunk again. They made their way to the elevator and Chandler breathed a sigh of relief when it came and they stepped on.

The rode for the first time in silence. Chandler anticipating seeing Monica. Getting to Monica. It stopped at their floor and suddenly he was filled with panic.

"Oh, God, she's going to be in so much pain. I don't think I can stand to see her in that much pain," he muttered.

"Chandler!" He heard Phoebe's voice call his name. She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck. After she hugged him, Joey hugged his best friend.

"Thank God you got here!" He paused and noticed Sophie. "Whose the hot chick?" Chandler was surprised to see when he looked at Sophie that she was in fact a very attractive girl. He hadn't even really looked at her until then.

"This is Sophie. She was sitting next to me on the plane and I drove down here with her. Where's Rachel and Ross?"

"Ross went to call his parents and Rachel is in there with her," Phoebe answered.

"She hasn't...."

"Not yet," Phoebe grinned at him. "Go."

"How you doin'?" Joey asked Sophie who giggled in reply. Hitting his hand to his head, Chandler turned around.

"Can someone drive her home? Here's the keys." He went to toss them to Joey, and then thought better of it. "Pheebs? Give these to Ross when you see him and tell him to drive her home."

"Hey!" Joey cried. Chandler ignored these cries from him, as he ran down the hall to where Phoebe had told him and found Monica inside gripping Rachel's hand.

"Hey," he said softly. Her hair was matted to her head, and her makeup had long ago been sweated off, and she looked completely exhausted.

And beautiful. She had never looked more beautiful.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Crossing the room, he took her other hand and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

"I didn't think you'd make it," she said crying softly.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," he assured her.

"Mrs. Bing? We're going to take you to the delivery room now," the doctor told her coming into the room. Rachel leaned down and planted a kiss on top of Monica's head.

"You're doing great Mon," she told her.

"I made it just in time," he said smiling at his wife.

"You did," she grinned at him tiredly. "I knew that you would."

Cause after every day

The wind blows the night time my way

And I imagine that you are

Above me like a star

And you keep on glowing

And you keep on showing me the way

shine, shine, shine

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bing, you have a beautiful baby girl," the doctor announced handing the pink wrapped bundle to Monica's outstretched arms. She was crying as she held the baby close to her.

"I didn't think I would ever get to do this," she sobbed.

"Neither did I," Chandler whispered kissing her hair and wiping away the tears that were forming in his eyes. He looked down at his little girl.

"She needs a name," Monica whispered. Chandler thought about it and smiled.

"What about Sophia? I really like that name," he told her.

"Sophia? Sophie. Yeah, I like it too," Monica agreed.

"And London should be her middle name," Chandler said smiling remembering what Sophie had said. That's a lot of responsibility to put on a whole city. "After all, if it wasn't for London, she wouldn't be here." Monica looked down at the baby girl.

"Well, yes, but if it wasn't for Captain Morgan she wouldn't be here either," Monica pointed out. "But no, you're right, it's just going to be hard to explain why her middle name is London."

"We'll just say that's where we fell in love. The rest can just be left unspoken," Chandler pointed out.

"Okay. Are you Sophia London Bing?" Little Sophie just yawned. Monica laughed. "I think that may be a yes. Where did you get the name Sophie anyway?" Chandler laughed softly.

"It's a long story...."

~Seasons greetings children! Here's the dealio. You leave me a review, and I give you a cookie. Wait, that might not work since I have no way of getting you cookies. But you could still leave me the review? Thanks! And oh, the beginning part was just a sort of joke on my part because everyone thought that there was going to be so much drama. I had to add a little :) But please review.~