Chapter One
This is set in Series 2/3/4 area (ie the older episodes, my favourite period of the Friends series). Chandler's working at his statistical analysis... place... but he gets a new boss. More interesting than it seems, I promise. Please read and review. This is my first fanfiction for quite a while!
Chapter One
Monica yawned as she stretched, waking up at a pleasantly normal time, compared to the early mornings she was used to waking up to. It was Saturday, which for her meant no work, and she smiled to herself as she wondered what her and her friends would get up to that day. She flung her legs over the other side of the bed and her toes found her slippers, which, strangely for Monica, were stuffed halfway under the chest of drawers. She grabbed her dressing gown and was preparing to leave the room, only to hear a loud thump from outside, and a yell.
"What the hell?" she murmured, and walked over to the bedroom door. She pulled it open, and the sight which greeted her eyes was comical. Chandler was laying face-down on the floor, his hand out-stretched towards the TV, the control grasped in his fist. Joey was sitting on him, reaching for the control, with Chandler letting out yelps of pain every other second.
"What happened here?" asked Monica, rubbing her eyes.
"We're playing 'Grab The Control'" explained Joey, as if this should mean something to Monica. "You see, Chandler was lying on the couch, falling asleep..."
"I was NOT falling asleep!" said Chandler in a muffled voice. "I was merely resting my eyes."
Joey nodded sarcastically. "Yeah right. And you always yell Monica's name followed by 'Again, again' when you're resting your eyes, right?" he asked. Monica giggled. It was a well-known fact that Chandler had "secretly" liked Monica for some time, although everyone in the State, or so it seemed, knew this little secret.
"Yes..well... I was actually calling Monica from her bedroom... saying... 'Monica! Again! Those dishes need cleaning again..." Chandlers voice died away as Joey laughed.
"Yes, well, anyway," Joey started again. "I went to take the control cos I figured that Chandler couldn't be watching the TV if he was asleep, and I went to get it from him, and suddenly he attacked me! He fell off the sofa and I fell on top of him...and then you came out." Joey got up and let Chandler stand, whisking the control from out of his hands.
"Well, what are you two doing in my appartment at this time of day anyway?" asked Monica, wandering over to the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Oh, yeh," said Joey, changing the channel. "We ran out of beer."
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Chandler hated Monday mornings. He'd just settled down to rest over the weekend and then he'd have to go back to work at a job he couldn't stand. He twisted a pen round in between his fingers as he waited to be seen my his boss.
A young, blonde woman walked out of the office. "Chandler Bing?" she asked. "I'm ready to see you now."
Chandler's face broke into a grin. "You? See me? I'm sorry, but I'm here to see the boss, not the boss' daughter."
The woman looked at him with a comical smile on her face. "Ah Mr Bing, I can see we're going to get off to a good start. Chandler, I'm Andrea Watson, your new boss. Mr. Henderson left to travel the world with ..."
"Mr. Smith?" asked Chandler. Everyone in the office knew about those two. At first it had been a wicked rumour, but it seemed as if the two men had decided to try out the rumour.
Mrs. Watson smiled again. "Ah, so it wasn't that much of a secret then? Anyway, Mr. Bing, please, I would just like to have a few words with you before you go back to work."
Chandler stood up, stifling a yawn. Perhaps work wasn't going to be so boring after all.
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"I've lost my radish," Phoebe announced as she came into Monica's. Rachel was pouring herself some orange juice and Monica was having a shower after work.
Rachel shook her head in amazement. Phoebe had never failed to astonish her. She cleared her throat. "Erm, Pheebs... your 'radish'?"
"Yes, my radish. I left it on the dining room table because I thought 'Mmm, Radish soup, that's a good thing for vegetarians to have! And then, you know, I had a call of nature...and then a real telephone call, from Trixie... do you remember Trixie?"
"Erm.. not really," said Rachel. "Didn't she have a bald head?"
"No, that was Michelle. And Bonnie..." Phoebe paused, mid-thought. "Wow. I have weird friends."
There was a silence for a few seconds as Phoebe thought. Rachel was getting sick of this stupid conversation. "Anyway, Phoebe, your radish?"
"Yes, my radish! Well, ok, so I finished on the phone with Trixie, and, then, I went back to the sink, and the radish was gone!"
"Phoebe," said Rachel gently. "You said you left your radish on the dining room table."
There was another moment of silence as Phoebe thought about this. "OK, I'll see you later then," she said, and disappeared out of the door. Rachel, a little confused by the past five minutes, shook her head and carried on pouring some juice. Monica appeared out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped round her head, and a funny expression on her face.
"Ahh, Mon, I was need your help with something hon," said Rachel. "4 down..."
"Hang on a minute" said Monica, holding up her hand. "I've been thinking."
"What?" asked Rachel. "Is it about those meringues? I told you not to worry about the consistency.. even the best chefs make a mistake from time to time."
"No, no, nothing like that," she said thoughtfully. "At work today... oh no, you'll think it's stupid."
"No, what?" asked Rachel. "You've got to tell me now. I don't mind how stupid it sounds."
"Well... you know Chandler," she said, sitting down next to Rachel, absent-mindedly drinking her orange juice.
"That guy who lives across the hall? Who I've been friends with for the past four years and you for about a decade? Yeah, it rings a bell," Rachel teased. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"
"Well, one of my friends at work today commented on how sweet he was, coming in every now and again to check I was okay, you know, since Richard and I split up... and what a great couple we'd make, and I always laughed it off... but recently, I've been thinking, why is it such a stupid idea?" Monica could feel herself rambling, and she felt a little embarrassed to be admitting to Rachel that she quite liked Chandler too. "Do you see what I'm saying?"
"Oh my God, Mon," said Rachel, grabbing her wrists. "I've always thought that you and Chandler would make the sweetest couple, but I never wanted to say anything, in case, you know... you killed me."
Monica smiled. "So you don't think I'm stupid?" she asked.
Just then the door opened with a burst, and Chandler stepped in, looking rather full of himself. "Hello, ladies," he said, sitting down between the two girls. Rachel looked at him, a little alarmed. "You look rather happy today, Chandler," she said. "What's happened?"
"I've got myself a new Boss," he announced, grinning at the two girls. "A woman. Good looking, lovely personality. I think I might have found myself someone new to fantasise over." He smiled knowingly at a startled Monica, got up and waltzed out of the room.
"Well," said Monica, letting out a breath of air. "What a day for that to happen!"
"Ah well Monica," said Rachel. "It's only Chandler after all."
Monica looked confused. "No, Rache," she said. "You may think this is crazy, but it's not "only Chandler." This isn't over. Not yet." She got up and went into her room. Rachel sat aone, stunned.
"Well!" she said to herself. "Six down..."
I know it isn't brilliant, but it's just to get me started. Anyway, please tell me what you think. The next chapter will be up soon.