Hello all! You may remember me from such stories as The One With All the Love or The One With Mom's Secret Friends, but I couldn't help myself and had to write this story. It hit me last night...why not write about all the original Friends' children/nieces & nephew and continue the saga? It'd be epic, so here we go! Please let me know what you think! (my apologies if it's been done already)

New York

"Do you think our parents came here often?" Frank Jr. Jr. asked his siblings. Leslie and Chandler looked over at him. Chandler was in the midst of studying for exams. Leslie was reading a magazine. At 26, the Buffay triplets were still figuring out their lives.

"I doubt it," Leslie said. "It was Aunt Phoebe's group that hung out here. Mom and Dad never really came here."

"I guess you're right," Frank said.

"Yo!" Jack Bing called, sauntering in. His sister, Erica, was right behind him. At 20, they had just moved out and back into the city much to their parents' dismay.

"Oh, hey!" Leslie called, slapping her magazine shut. Chandler glanced at her briefly and rolled her eyes. It wasn't a secret that Leslie had the hots for Jack.

"Yo, yo!" Frank said, slapping Jack's hand as he passed. "What's up?"

"With all the yoyo language going around, I'd suggest you actually buy one and use it," Chandler sniggered. It had been noticed by her Aunt Phoebe that she had inherited Chandler Bing's sense of humor, not that it was actually physically possible. Jack and Frank both ignored her and started talking animatedly with one another.

"Studying hard?" Erica asked, sitting down beside her.

"Yes," Chandler sighed.

"I couldn't do this stuff," Erica said, wrinkling her nose. "Psychology is so hard."

"Not really. You just have to understand it," Chandler offered. She smiled at Erica. They were the closest of the group. Despite the six year age difference, they had a lot in common. Leslie was leaning into Jack, laughing. Chandler and Erica shared a look. They knew.

"Sorry I'm late!" Emma Geller-Green called. She blew in with an air of confidence. "I totally nailed that interview!"

"Helps that your mom works at the same place," Chandler muttered.

"Yea, whatever," Emma dismissed her.

"That's good news!" Frank said. He gazed at her longingly. He admired Emma for a lot of reasons. She was 22 and full of life. He didn't think she would ever notice him, but he enjoyed her company anyway.

"Good work, cuz," Jack said, giving her a high five.

"Thanks, Jack!" Emma grinned, giving Chandler a "ha ha" look.

"So you got the job?" Leslie asked.

"Well, not yet, but I'm sure it's mine. It has to be," Emma said, pushing up her cleavage and winking suggestively. "It was a man who interviewed me."

"That's shallow," Chandler snorted.

"Hey, if it gets me the job, then...well...I'll be the one laughing not you," Emma retorted.

"Ugh, Mum again," Jack groaned, looking at his phone. "It's not like we moved continents!"

"Yea, we just moved into their old apartment," Erica added. Their parents had secured it from Mr. Treeger's son by luck. The previous tenants had been evicted for illegally owning pets. Their uncle Joey had known they were wanting to move to the city, so he was on it like a meatball sub. Emma was currently boarding with Joey until something came up. The triplets had taken over Phoebe's apartment once she and Mike had vacated to travel the world. They had been unsuccessful at having children, much to Phoebe's dismay. She had become closer to her nieces and nephew since then.

"Hey, Mum," Jack said into his phone. "No...we're not there yet. Just at the coffee house. Yea it's great..." He got up and walked away to finish the conversation.

"You guys are going up after?" Emma asked. "I'll show you around."

"I'm sure it's not that complicated," Chandler pointed out. "Just a few flight of stairs."

"Why are you always on me?" Emma snapped.

"Cos you don't use the full capacity of your brain," Chandler shot back.

"All right, all right!" Erica said, stepping in. "Enough, both of you. And yes, we're going up right after. I'm so excited!"

"Are you all moved in?" Frank asked, paying attention now.

"Not quite. We have to finish moving in furniture tomorrow," Erica replied.

"I can help!" Leslie said, excited. She was looking for a reason to be around Jack.

"Yea. Jack's girlfriend will be there too," Erica threw in for good measure. Leslie's face fell a little.

"Okay, so Mum and Dad will be arriving at 8 o' nine am tomorrow morning with the first truck," Jack said, returning. "She was very specific about that."

"Got it," Erica said. "Let's go up! I want to see it!" The gang followed suit. Leslie tagged along behind to walk with Jack.

"So, you're girlfriend is coming?" she asked him.

"Yup," he nodded.

"Is she cute?" Leslie prodded.

"I'd say yes, definitely," he grinned. He bounded ahead to catch up with Frank, leaving Leslie feeling jealous and annoyed.

"Hey, Uncle Joey!" Erica called, seeing Joey exiting his apartment.

"Hey, guys. Roomie," he added to Emma. "I'm just heading out for a date. I'll catch up with you later."

"He's still dating at 55?" Emma asked the others. "That's gross."

"It's cute," Erica argued. "He just hasn't found the right one yet."

"I doubt he ever will," Jack added. "Anyhow, here we are!" He fit the key into the lock and opened the door.

"Wow," Erica breathed. "Our parents really lived here?"

"Yup. I remember being here a few times," Frank said. "I was pretty little, but I do recall there was a dresser there." He pointed to the wall between the two bedrooms.

"This is so cool!" Jack called from the balcony. "We have a balcony!"

"I'm so jealous right now," Emma said. "I have to share my living quarters with a 55 year old man who lives off of pizza."

"It's too bad your parents didn't keep their old apartment instead of moving out to be with your aunt and uncle," Chandler smirked.

"Yea, well, they didn't think that far ahead," Emma scoffed, tossing her hair.

"Knock, knock," a voice said from the doorway. Erica almost toppled over when she saw Treeger's son standing there. He was beyond gorgeous. The bluest eyes she had ever seen with dark black hair and the sweetest grin on his face. Emma was just as taken aback.

"H-hi," Erica said, recovering first. "Who are you?"

"Robbie," he smiled. "Pleased to meet you. You're the new tenants right?" He looked around at all the others.

"Yes, yes we are," Erica said. "Me and my brother, Jack. I'm Erica," she added. She felt a little stupid.

"I'm Emma. I live right across the hall," Emma said, shaking his hand.

"Ah yes. The Tribbiani suite," Robbie laughed.

"I'm not there for long, so you might want to...um...I dunno...take advantage of that situation," Emma said coyly. Erica fumed inside.

"Okay then," Robbie said, unsure of what to say. He turned back to Erica. "Here are your second set of keys. Call me if you need anything, okay?" He smiled at her before leaving.

"Oh. My. God," Emma said. "Did you see him?"

"Yes, we have eyes," Chandler scoffed.

"He's beautiful," Leslie said. "I wish I lived here."

"I'm totally asking him out," Emma said. Erica said nothing. She squeezed her key into her palm so hard it cut her skin.

"Don't think he really noticed you, bud," Chandler pointed out.

"He's a guy. Geez, he's not a piece of meat," Frank laughed. "Simmer down, ladies!"

"I think I know who my sister will be calling shortly," Jack sniggered, elbowing Frank.

"Shut up," Erica snapped at him. She went into her mother's old room. "I call this room."

"You can't just call a room," Jack whined.

"It was in my line of sight, therefore, I called it. It's mine," Erica replied. "So there!"

"Damn it," Jack muttered. He went over to Aunt Rachel's old room.

"Purple is a nice color," Leslie noted, following him.

"I'm repainting it the second I get a chance," Jack said.

"Well, I hate to break up the party, but I have to study, so I'll see you later," Chandler said.

"See you at home," Leslie said, nodding. Frank just waved. Emma was on her phone looking up Robbie's profile on Facebook. Erica sat in the middle of the floor in her new bedroom. Yes, things were going to get interesting around here. She couldn't wait.

Soooo? What did y'all think?! I know it's short, but I thought I'd see if it's a hit or not. And fyi, I totally imagine Robbie Amell when I'm writing about Treeger's son. I think he'd fit into the whole Friends scene ;)You're probably wondering about Ben too. Couldn't get it all in my story description, but he'll pop in and out of the story as well. Cheers! And leave a review!