Author's Notes: First of all, this is most definitely not an original idea
for a story. I've seen several other fanfic authors use this type of
plotline, probably better than I'll be able to. However, I've tried to
make it as original as I possibly can. Secondly, I am admittedly biased
toward my favorite Friends character, Chandler, but I've made an attempt to
write the rest of them in here as much as I can. And I've tried to
sprinkle in some humor, too. And thirdly, I would appreciate any and all
feedback. Thanks.
Timeline: During S8.
Spoilers: If you don't know - and don't want to know - what happened during the S7 finale, you probably shouldn't read.
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize don't belong to me; I'm just borrowing them and I promise to put them right back where I found them when I'm done.
I"A vision quest. is an experience recognizing the human need to deeply integrate the internal change necessary in times of transition." ~govisionquest.com/I
The One With The Vision Quests
Chapter One
***
"Mr. Bing, there's a Dana Hinsley here to see you," came his secretary's disembodied voice through the intercom.
Chandler looked up from his computer, a frown crossing his face. He knew he didn't have any appointments this morning, and the name didn't ring a bell.
"She says it's urgent," Helen added after a moment.
He straightened in his chair, debating, then shrugged and pressed the button. "Okay, send her in," he said, his curiosity getting the better of him.
As he waited, he glanced at the clock. Nearly lunchtime, and he was supposed to meet Rachel at some new Thai restaurant a few blocks from here. She'd been having cravings for spicy food lately, and Monica wisely informed him to just go along with it. At least it wasn't pickles and ice cream.
The door swung open, and Helen ushered a young woman inside. It wasn't until his secretary had retreated back into the outer office that Chandler realized a little face was peering out at him from behind his visitor. A little face with bright blue eyes and a shock of light blond hair.
He stood up and began to make his way around the desk, his forehead creasing in puzzlement. "Can I help you?" he asked. The blond woman lifted her head to gaze directly at him, and that was when his heart seemed to skip a beat.
Oh god.
"So you do remember," said Dana Hinsley, correctly interpreting the frozen expression on his face.
"I - I -" he stuttered for a moment, leaning heavily against the desk. He took a breath, pulling himself together. "Yes. I remember," he said quietly. "What can I do for you, Dana?"
She leveled her clear, green gaze at him, and in that moment he remembered what had given him the nerve to ask her home with him that one night. She was pretty, but her eyes were luminous.
"Chandler," she said slowly. "We need to talk."
Timeline: During S8.
Spoilers: If you don't know - and don't want to know - what happened during the S7 finale, you probably shouldn't read.
Disclaimer: The characters you recognize don't belong to me; I'm just borrowing them and I promise to put them right back where I found them when I'm done.
I"A vision quest. is an experience recognizing the human need to deeply integrate the internal change necessary in times of transition." ~govisionquest.com/I
The One With The Vision Quests
Chapter One
***
"Mr. Bing, there's a Dana Hinsley here to see you," came his secretary's disembodied voice through the intercom.
Chandler looked up from his computer, a frown crossing his face. He knew he didn't have any appointments this morning, and the name didn't ring a bell.
"She says it's urgent," Helen added after a moment.
He straightened in his chair, debating, then shrugged and pressed the button. "Okay, send her in," he said, his curiosity getting the better of him.
As he waited, he glanced at the clock. Nearly lunchtime, and he was supposed to meet Rachel at some new Thai restaurant a few blocks from here. She'd been having cravings for spicy food lately, and Monica wisely informed him to just go along with it. At least it wasn't pickles and ice cream.
The door swung open, and Helen ushered a young woman inside. It wasn't until his secretary had retreated back into the outer office that Chandler realized a little face was peering out at him from behind his visitor. A little face with bright blue eyes and a shock of light blond hair.
He stood up and began to make his way around the desk, his forehead creasing in puzzlement. "Can I help you?" he asked. The blond woman lifted her head to gaze directly at him, and that was when his heart seemed to skip a beat.
Oh god.
"So you do remember," said Dana Hinsley, correctly interpreting the frozen expression on his face.
"I - I -" he stuttered for a moment, leaning heavily against the desk. He took a breath, pulling himself together. "Yes. I remember," he said quietly. "What can I do for you, Dana?"
She leveled her clear, green gaze at him, and in that moment he remembered what had given him the nerve to ask her home with him that one night. She was pretty, but her eyes were luminous.
"Chandler," she said slowly. "We need to talk."
