Disclaimer: I do not own Friends or the characters from the series.

This will cover multiple events in the series. Originally beta'ed by Babatomyfriends.

Prologue, 2002

Chandler and Monica were doing their fifth goodbye hug, which was now not much of a hug as much as Chandler leaning on the couch, holding Monica's waist while she stroked his cheeks affectionately. It was clear as the sun that these two did not want to say goodbye.

Rachel was in the living-room, taking care of Emma. Phoebe leaned on the kitchen counter near Joey, but she could not have a conversation with him, since said man was too busy glaring at the floor with intense bitterness.

Finally, the door opened and Ross surged in, sighing with relief. "Oh good, you haven't left yet."

Chandler smiled softly at the statement as Monica, with a voice slightly higher than her usual demanded answers. "Where have you been?"

Ross mumbled something about a doctor and Chandler smiled and told him how he got here just in time for him to go. They hugged a friendly, warm hug, but as soon as they pulled away Monica approached her husband with sadness etched on her face, reaching out to hold his hands. "Promise to call me when you land?"

"Of course I would," he answered immediately and with no hesitations, "I love you," he stated in a combination of sternness and softness only Chandler could combine, and only when he was talking to or about his wife.

They did not want to be separated from each other.

"I love you too," she answered and then they kissed. Chandler stroked her back softly as Monica looped her arms behind his neck. Their kiss was deep and did not lack in passion.

Ross, despite his older brother status, was smiling softly at their affection, probably happy that his little sister settled down happily and was now being loved in such an honest way. Joey continued to stare angrily at the floor, but the trigger for his wrath was probably not the kiss. Phoebe seemed ever so slightly uncomfortable with the love statements, later on smirking at the kiss while Rachel was not as amused, stopping the kiss at once.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Got a baby over there," she stated with half a smile. They broke the kiss.

A brief hug to Phoebe.

A brief hug to Rachel.

An attempt of a hug to Joey, who refused and finally spat out the real reason for his anger: "I'm mad at you for leaving! You're nothing but a big leaver. Big leaver with a stupid suitcase."

Chandler just looked at him knowingly. "Any chance you are trying to pick a fight to make all of this easier?"

"Oh dude you see right through me!" He jumped at him with a big tight hug before pulling away, leaving the apartment but not before he pushed Chandler's suitcase to the floor.

Chandler turned around, smiling sadly with a wave. "Okay well, bye Mon, bye Ross, Rachel," the three were standing in front of him, Ross and Rachel giving him sorrowful grins while Monica just looked disheartened, "bye Emma -"

"Okay, bye-bye!" Phoebe started to push him out the door, "good trip, okay," and despite his surprised look she slammed the door in his face and walked away from the door with a silent 'oh my god' that basically said, 'can you believe that emotional mess?!'

Ross looked shocked at her actions, Rachel held back surprised laughter and Monica without thinking ran out of the door after her husband and didn't even think about closing the door after her.

The three inside the apartment got to hear how Monica cared about Chandler much more than both her jobs, old and new, before they kissed passionately, yet again.

"So, I'm in my hotel room," Chandler grinned into the phone, closing the door behind him and throwing his suitcase onto the couch.

"How is it? Honey, how is it? Is it cold and lonely?"

"No honey, you got it wrong - I'm not staying in an igloo! I'm in Ok-la-homaa, not An-tar-tica."

"Oh, haha," he could actually hear her frown through the phone, "there, at least one thing I don't have to miss- your stupid jokes."

"Won't you, really?"

"No! I'll still miss them!" She cried into the phone.

"Well don't worry honey, I deliver!" He chuckled softly, "each time I have a stupid joke I'll call ya!"

"Hopefully you can call me on some other occasions so you can call me more often."

"I'm flattered that you don't think I tell stupid jokes often, but between you and me, it'll be often enough," they both laughed at him as he marveled at how important self-humor is.

"So you're okay there?" Her sad voice was there again.

"Perfectly fine. Not as good as home though," he stated with a small, downhearted smile.

"Oh honey, I know... I never should've sent you somewhere with cheap beds and uncomfortable furniture, that's hardly a suitable home."

"Honey, even if they had that race-car bed you accidentally bought a few years ago and my barcalounger here, it still wouldn't be... Home. Home is... Having you there."

There was silence on the other side before Monica finally answered, and to Chandler, she sounded a bit like she was... Crying? "I miss you so much already. Even though you left five hours ago, expect a visit from me real soon! Real soon, do you hear me?!"

"Loud and clear," he smirked, before adding softly, "I can't wait."

"Me neither," she admitted, "but let's make it easier on the both of us and hang up the phone. It's getting late and we need to practice sleeping alone."

"Yeah," he realized sadly that she is right, "okay. I just... And this is going to sound out of place, but I was just wondering..."

"Yes?"

"Tell me something honestly. Does Phoebe hate me?"

A/N- Next chapter to follow soon, the other one in a few days. :) Thank you to everyone who reviewed and favorited Walls and First Place!

Original A/N- A Phoebe-centered story. That's... Bold. She is certainly the hardest of them all to understand or to write.

But see, I had to try. She makes no sense! She likes Ross and Rachel, but not Monica and Chandler. She simply LOVES Ross and Rachel, while in the best scenario she'll be neutral about Monica and Chandler, worst, usual scenario she'll pick on Chandler, doubt their coupling and question their ability to work. And it happened too many times for it to be an accident.