Okay! Hi! This is my next fic, it takes place in the future. The gang has pretty much broken up, no one has talked to one another in years. That's where this starts.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong to their creator, and *as I look down and check* that would not be me.

Suburbs of New York-

Monica Bing sat in her large comfortable living room with a glass of wine in her hand as she read a book waiting for her husband. Chandler came into the room and poured himself a glass and sat next to his wife. Monica put down her book and smiled at him as she took a sip.

"Sophie back asleep?" He nodded.

"It took awhile," he said. "She had another nightmare." Monica nodded knowing her five year old had been having nightmares lately. Probably due to the stories told to her by their seven year old son Alex.

"Now where were we?" Monica asked putting her glass down and kissing him. He smiled and cupped her face in his hands and they fell back on the couch. A yell was heard from the second floor and Monica sighed and Chandler laid his head on her shoulder.

"Mommy!" They heard. Monica got up from underneath Chandler and walked upstairs. Sophie was in the hallway clutching her bear and Monica picked her up and carried her back to her room.

"What's the matter sweetie?" Monica asked.

"I keep having the same dream!" Sophie sobbed.

"Its just a dream honey," Monica said trying to lay her in her own bed.

"Can't I stay in your and Daddy's room?"

"Soph," Monica started, but her daughter's pleading face made her nod uncertainly. "Just tonight." Sophie nodded in agreement and Monica carried her past Alex's room reminding herself to yell at him tomorrow. Then she laid Sophie in her bed, told her that she would be back in a minute, and walked back into the hall. She recovered Alex who had thrown his covers off of himself and then walked into her baby's room. Natalie had just turned two and Monica already missed having a baby around. She tucked the covers around her and kissed her soft cheek and walked back out of the room and down to the living room.

"Sorry," she said. "Our night has to go on hold. Sophie is still having nightmares so I told her that she could stay in our room tonight." Chandler nodded and kissed her.

"Lets go to bed," he said making his way up the stairs and into his bedroom where he smiled at the sight of his daughter curled up in his bed.

Los Angeles-

"Joey Tribbiani?" The casting director came out and called Joey's name. He had moved to LA eight years ago to make it big, but al he had made were some lousy commercials. Not to mention that he hadn't heard from his friends in eight years either. Of course, that was also his fault. Monica and Chandler had invited to pay for him to come out and stay with them, and their son. He remembered that right before the group split, Monica was pregnant. He had left though, and he had turned the offer down. So it wasn't their fault. It was his. But he was out here and he missed them. So he stood up and waited for another disappointing crush and he was let down easily by the casting woman and he walked out into the sunny LA morning. He walked to his small apartment that he shared with his girlfriend Christina. She was waiting for him and he shook his head to tell her that he hadn't gotten the part.

"Sorry honey," she said. He nodded and sunk onto the couch.

"Any mail?" He asked.

"Yeah," she said pointing to the table where there laid an envelope. "Someone in Minsk." Joey jumped up and ran to the table where he tore open the envelope and was happy to find a letter from Phoebe who lived there with her husband David. Phoebe was telling him that she would be in town a few months later and wanted to see him. She was the only one left out of the gang that he still talked to. He missed her and relayed the news to Chris excitedly. Phoebe had married David about eight or nine years ago, Joey could never remember, and moved to Minsk. They had a two sons, David, who was six, and Henry, who was three. Joey couldn't wait to catch up with her and go over old times. He had been recently going down memory lane and wanted to relive all those great times that the six of them had had in a little village in New York. Chris had never met any of the other four, although she had heard stories, saw pictures and videos. Joey didn't know if Rachel or Ross were married. Did they have kids? What did Monica and Chandler name their son? Did they have any more kids? He wanted to write, but had long ago lost the address. He bet that Monica had everyone's address, but when he had stopped writing and calling, they had stopped writing and calling back. He shook his head and reread the letter and smiled to himself. Her plane would be there in a week and he didn't know if he could wait that long.

Chicago-

Rachel Green Hannigan sat at her desk staring at the work that had to be done. The phone interrupted her thoughts and she reached over to answer it.

"Rachel Hannigan," she said. "Oh hi honey." It was her husband Brian.

"Hey," he said. "Melissa and Carl asked if we wanted to go to dinner with them tonight."

"Sure," she told him. Her eyes wandered over the top of her desk and at the corner she saw the picture of the gang at Central Perk. She hadn't talked to any of them in years.

"So I got a sitter for Trent. Rachel? Are you listening to me?"

"Trent," she said referring to her six year old. "You got him a sitter. I heard."

"Okay," he told her. "I'll see you at five."

"Yeah... bye." She waited for the 'love you' part, but it never came.

"Bye," Brian said and hung up the phone. She was left alone with her thoughts. Her marriage was far from what she had hoped it would be. Trent was her entire world, and she loved Brian, she really did, but they had drifted apart recently. And having problems in her marriage had made her miss Monica even more. There was no Monica to talk to in Chicago. She had taken the job offer seven years ago and moved. She knew that Monica and Chandler had a son. What was his name? Alexander. That was it, Alex was their son. He would be about a year older then Trent. She guessed they would have had more kids. This was Monica that they were talking about after all. She smiled at the thought of her friend and sighed. She wondered if she still had Monica's address somewhere. It suddenly occurred to her that Monica and Chandler could have moved. They were living in a tiny house when she left and they were house hunting as it was. Then Rachel thought about the rest of the gang. She knew that Ross and Monica weren't as close as they once were. He moved away about the same time as she did and then their parents were killed in a car accident and they just sort of drifted apart. This she knew. The splitting of their group came slowly. Phoebe left first, and then Joey, then Ross, and then she left. Monica and Chandler were the only ones left in New York. At least she thought that they were still in New York. They could be anywhere and she wouldn't know it. She finished up her work and made her way down to the car and drove herself to her and Brian's apartment. Trent was doing his homework on the kitchen table and she kissed the top of his head, which being the kid that he was, he quickly wiped away.

"Mom!"

"Sorry," she grinned and got herself out a bottle of water and drank it as she was getting ready for dinner.

Vancouver-

Ross Geller walked into the building on the campus that worked at and ran into a student.

"Sorry," the student said.

"Its okay," Ross assured him and made his way back to his office. He had pictures on his desk of his wife Wendy, and their daughter Alicia, who was five. Also his son Ben who lived with his mothers in Boston. There was a picture that was sent to him by his sister Monica of her family. His nieces and nephew who he had never met. Well, he had met Alex once and he would have to guess that Alex barely remembered him. It was at his parent's funeral, and Alex would have been a baby. He regretted not being as close with her as he once was, but he had gotten this offer and met Wendy and he had moved. Nothing was holding him in New York once Carol and Ben had moved to Boston. His friends had been moving and it had helped ease his guilt about leaving them. He talked to Monica once a year. That was it though, and the past two years they had missed their annual calls. He thought about how it used to be when they were like best friends not just brother and sister. He missed her. He missed Chandler.

"Maybe I should call them," he thought. "I haven't seen them in such a long time." He reached for the phone book and found her number, and dialed the number.

"Hello?" It was a little boy. It must be Alex, he thought to himself.

"Is your mommy or daddy there?" Ross asked.

"Hold on," he heard the phone drop and heard "MOMMY!" Followed by a little girl's voice.

"ALEX, MOMMY WENT TO THE STORE!"

"WHERE'S DADDY?"

"WORK," was the reply. A minute later he heard Alex get back on.

"They're not here," he told him.

"Okay I'll try back later," Ross told him hanging up wishing that he knew his nieces and nephews better then he did.

Suburbs of New York-

"Honey?" Chandler walked in the door and it was surprisingly quiet. "Monica?" He heard soft crying from the living room and he made his way back. "Mon?" She was on the floor with photo albums in her lap. "What's the matter? Where are the kids?"

"Alexis's," she answered. Alexis was their neighbor who had kids the same age.

"What's the matter?" He asked again.

"I miss everyone," she said. He sat down and pulled her into his lap and rocked her back and forth like a child.

"Shh," he said softly. "So do I."

"Maybe we should call them," Monica suggested.

"Yeah," Chandler told her. "We can have a reunion. We don't even know what has happened to them in these eight years. We really need to catch up." Monica nodded the tears drying up and she kissed her husband.

"Thank you," she told him.

"Anything for you." He kissed her once more before going to find their friends old addresses, hoping they would be easy to find.

****So that's the first part. If you review then I'll get the second part up faster. This was just to set up the story and show you where everyone has been. The next part will be the reunion*****