Author's Note: This is another idea that came to me, and I decided to see where it takes me. I plan to continue updating this one and "Beginnings" regularly. I also plan to continue "TOW The Caribbean Cruise". :)
TOW Uncle Joey
Chapter 1
"Daddy," five-year-old Colleen Patrice Bing said, "I wanna call Uncle Joey."
Chandler Bing nodded his assent as he sat with his laptop at the kitchen table, typing a draft of his latest satirical article for "The New Yorker".
"Okay, honey. Just let Daddy finish. It won't take me much longer."
"I know the number. I just hafta hit '3', right?"
"Yep, that's it."
The dark-haired girl with the crystal blue eyes joined her father at the table, holding the cordless phone in her small hand. She pressed speed dial "3" and then placed the receiver to her ear.
"It's ringing," she said excitedly.
Chandler smiled, nodded and continued typing.
"Hi, Uncle Joey! It's Colleen. Whatcha doin'?"
"Hey, Colleen," Joey Tribbiani said.
He'd picked up the phone on the third ring and was surprised to hear his best friend's daughter's voice.
"I just finished eating."
"A san'wich, right?" the little girl said and giggled.
"Yeah," Joey said. "What about you? What are you doin'?"
"I'm watching Daddy frown and make grunting noises. He's typin'. Uncle Joey?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Are you feeling better? I don't like it when you're sad."
"That's so sweet, Colleen. I'm feeling better."
"I love you, Uncle Joey."
"I love you, too. Tell your dad to call me when he's not busy."
"'kay. I'll tell him. Bye!"
"Bye. Thanks so much for calling."
Colleen put the phone down just as Chandler hit the "save" button on his keyboard.
"Uncle Joey's still sad, Daddy. I can tell."
"What did he say?"
"He said he's okay, but he sounded sad. Can we visit him, Daddy, please?"
"If he wants us to."
"He said to call him."
"Okay. Go put your shoes on and get your jacket. I'll call Uncle Joey to see if we can visit."
"Yay! Thank you, Daddy."
Colleen jumped onto her father's lap and wrapped her petite arms around his neck to hug him.
"What about Mommy? Can she go, too?"
"I'll call Mommy at work and see if she wants to meet us at Uncle Joey's. You go get ready, sweetie."
Colleen left the room; Chandler telephoned Joey.
"Hey, Joe. How are you?"
"I'm all right. Colleen said you were typing. Another freelance job?"
"Yeah. For 'The New Yorker'."
"That's great!"
"Thanks. I can't wait to be able to devote the majority of my time to my own comic strip. Once Colleen's in school full-time, maybe I can do it. What's new with you?"
"Nothin'. I got good reviews at the previews of my play."
"Great! You know Monica and I will be there opening night."
"I know, and I appreciate that. I wish this play were enough for me, but it's not. Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever be happy again."
"Sure, you will. You need to give yourself more time."
"I still can't believe she left me."
Chandler knew Joey must've been having a particularly bad day. He hardly ever talked about Natasha.
"You sound like you could use some company. How about if Colleen and I came by for a visit?"
"Really? That would be great."
"You got it. I'll call Monica and tell her to come by when she gets off work. We'll go to dinner. Maybe see if Ross and Rachel and their kids are available, too."
"Okay. It'll be like old times, sort of. Hey, have you heard from Phoebe lately?"
"No. Have you?"
"No. I hope she and Ryan and their daughter Lily are okay."
"Me, too. Well, my daughter is motioning to me that we should be going already. She so reminds me of Monica," Chandler laughed. "We'll see you in about twenty minutes."
*~*
"Daddy," Colleen said, as they left their Brownstone in the upper east side of Manhattan to travel to the Village, "You said you were gonna call Mommy."
"I am. I have my cell phone. I'm calling her right this minute. Hey, Mon. How's it going?"
"Hi, honey. I'm having a great day!"
Chandler smiled at the happiness he heard in his wife's voice. "Good for you. Colleen and I are heading to Joey's place. Care to meet us there after work? We thought we'd go to dinner maybe with Ross and Rachel and the kids, if they're available. I think Joey needs some cheering up."
"Sure. I'll meet you guys. Around seven?"
"Okay."
"Let me say 'hi' to Colleen."
Chandler gave the phone to his daughter who smiled when she heard her mother's voice.
"Hi, Mommy! Daddy and I are gonna make Uncle Joey feel better."
"I know you will. You be a good girl, okay?"
"I will."
"And Colleen. Watch your daddy to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Okay?"
Colleen burst into a fit of giggles as she looked at her father.
"What?" Chandler asked, taking back the phone. "Monica, what did you say to our daughter?"
"Nothing." Monica said, the laughter still in her voice, too. "I love you. I gotta get back to work, but Chandler, when we're alone tonight, I have some very important news I need to share."
TOW Uncle Joey
Chapter 1
"Daddy," five-year-old Colleen Patrice Bing said, "I wanna call Uncle Joey."
Chandler Bing nodded his assent as he sat with his laptop at the kitchen table, typing a draft of his latest satirical article for "The New Yorker".
"Okay, honey. Just let Daddy finish. It won't take me much longer."
"I know the number. I just hafta hit '3', right?"
"Yep, that's it."
The dark-haired girl with the crystal blue eyes joined her father at the table, holding the cordless phone in her small hand. She pressed speed dial "3" and then placed the receiver to her ear.
"It's ringing," she said excitedly.
Chandler smiled, nodded and continued typing.
"Hi, Uncle Joey! It's Colleen. Whatcha doin'?"
"Hey, Colleen," Joey Tribbiani said.
He'd picked up the phone on the third ring and was surprised to hear his best friend's daughter's voice.
"I just finished eating."
"A san'wich, right?" the little girl said and giggled.
"Yeah," Joey said. "What about you? What are you doin'?"
"I'm watching Daddy frown and make grunting noises. He's typin'. Uncle Joey?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Are you feeling better? I don't like it when you're sad."
"That's so sweet, Colleen. I'm feeling better."
"I love you, Uncle Joey."
"I love you, too. Tell your dad to call me when he's not busy."
"'kay. I'll tell him. Bye!"
"Bye. Thanks so much for calling."
Colleen put the phone down just as Chandler hit the "save" button on his keyboard.
"Uncle Joey's still sad, Daddy. I can tell."
"What did he say?"
"He said he's okay, but he sounded sad. Can we visit him, Daddy, please?"
"If he wants us to."
"He said to call him."
"Okay. Go put your shoes on and get your jacket. I'll call Uncle Joey to see if we can visit."
"Yay! Thank you, Daddy."
Colleen jumped onto her father's lap and wrapped her petite arms around his neck to hug him.
"What about Mommy? Can she go, too?"
"I'll call Mommy at work and see if she wants to meet us at Uncle Joey's. You go get ready, sweetie."
Colleen left the room; Chandler telephoned Joey.
"Hey, Joe. How are you?"
"I'm all right. Colleen said you were typing. Another freelance job?"
"Yeah. For 'The New Yorker'."
"That's great!"
"Thanks. I can't wait to be able to devote the majority of my time to my own comic strip. Once Colleen's in school full-time, maybe I can do it. What's new with you?"
"Nothin'. I got good reviews at the previews of my play."
"Great! You know Monica and I will be there opening night."
"I know, and I appreciate that. I wish this play were enough for me, but it's not. Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever be happy again."
"Sure, you will. You need to give yourself more time."
"I still can't believe she left me."
Chandler knew Joey must've been having a particularly bad day. He hardly ever talked about Natasha.
"You sound like you could use some company. How about if Colleen and I came by for a visit?"
"Really? That would be great."
"You got it. I'll call Monica and tell her to come by when she gets off work. We'll go to dinner. Maybe see if Ross and Rachel and their kids are available, too."
"Okay. It'll be like old times, sort of. Hey, have you heard from Phoebe lately?"
"No. Have you?"
"No. I hope she and Ryan and their daughter Lily are okay."
"Me, too. Well, my daughter is motioning to me that we should be going already. She so reminds me of Monica," Chandler laughed. "We'll see you in about twenty minutes."
*~*
"Daddy," Colleen said, as they left their Brownstone in the upper east side of Manhattan to travel to the Village, "You said you were gonna call Mommy."
"I am. I have my cell phone. I'm calling her right this minute. Hey, Mon. How's it going?"
"Hi, honey. I'm having a great day!"
Chandler smiled at the happiness he heard in his wife's voice. "Good for you. Colleen and I are heading to Joey's place. Care to meet us there after work? We thought we'd go to dinner maybe with Ross and Rachel and the kids, if they're available. I think Joey needs some cheering up."
"Sure. I'll meet you guys. Around seven?"
"Okay."
"Let me say 'hi' to Colleen."
Chandler gave the phone to his daughter who smiled when she heard her mother's voice.
"Hi, Mommy! Daddy and I are gonna make Uncle Joey feel better."
"I know you will. You be a good girl, okay?"
"I will."
"And Colleen. Watch your daddy to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. Okay?"
Colleen burst into a fit of giggles as she looked at her father.
"What?" Chandler asked, taking back the phone. "Monica, what did you say to our daughter?"
"Nothing." Monica said, the laughter still in her voice, too. "I love you. I gotta get back to work, but Chandler, when we're alone tonight, I have some very important news I need to share."