"That was such a great study session," Ben Geller sighed. He and Chandler were at his apartment lying on his bed exhausted after their so called study session.

"It really was. I think I almost learned something," Chandler teased. She really enjoyed this. She almost felt bad that it was a secret.

"So," Ben said, "what's on the agenda this evening?"

"Oh you know, study, study, and...wait for it...more studying," Chandler replied.

"No breaks?"

"No. Finals are in two days. I gotta pass," Chandler sighed.

"You will. You're a genius," Ben reassured her.

"You're just saying that," Chandler laughed.

"I'm really not. You are the most complicated, smart, and funny girl I've ever had a relationship with," he told her.

"Don't," she said, sitting up.

"Aw don't be like that," Ben said. "We are in a relationship. Why can't you just call it that?"

"Because! Then it's official, and I'll have to...I dunno...meet your family, which I already have," Chandler moaned. "Emma will hate my guts more than she already does, and I just...I just don't want to..."

"Channie..."

"Don't 'Channie' me," she scoffed. "I refuse to call us a relationship."

"Will you ever?" he asked.

"I don't know," she admitted. He looked at her sadly. "Don't look at me like that. You agreed you were fine with this!"

"I was six months ago, but I'm kind of looking at things a little more serious. I'm 31, Channie. I'm not getting any younger," he added.

"Well, I'm still 26 and in school," Chandler offered.

"Soon to be graduated and looking for work. Look, let's just take it slow, okay? I won't break your heart, I promise," Ben said. Chandler looked away then. The first boy she had ever loved had hurt her in the worst way, and since then, it was difficult to trust men and people in general. Chandler had sheltered herself for seven years until she met Ben. She had always known Ben, but meeting him after not seeing him for a few years had awed her. It had started with casual flirting where she worked, then a date, then sex, and then...well...this, whatever "this" was.

"Channie?" his voice brought her back.

"Take it slow. Got it," she nodded. He smiled at her.

"You'll see," he said, giving her a kiss. Then his phone rang.

"Which Mom is it this time?" Chandler asked, teasing. Ben sighed, looking at it.

"Mom Mom," he answered, which meant Carol. "Hi, Mom. No, I'm not busy tonight..." Chandler climbed out of the bed and started putting her clothes back on.

"Yea I can come to dinner..." Ben was looking at her now. Chandler froze. "Can I bring a date?"

"No! No, no, no, no," Chandler hissed, shaking her head violently.

"You will love her. Her name's Chan," Ben continued. Chandler was hitting him with her sock now while he dodged and ducked. "All right. I'll see you then," he said to Carol. He hung up grinning.

"You bastard!" Chandler cried. He laughed.

"It'll be fun! The Moms are a riot," he told her.

"I am NOT going," Chandler said. "You are going to go out there right now and find a Chinese girl named Chan and take her. Hell, I will help you find the other Chan."

"Channie! Come on. I really want you to meet my Moms," Ben said.

"Oh God," Chandler moaned miserably.

"So take your little cute butt home and get dressed, and I'll see you in a couple of hours, okay?" Ben said, pulling her close. She buried her face into his neck.

"Okay," she said, her voice muffled.

"'Atta girl," he grinned. Chandler left feeling a huge sense of dread. Meet the parents. That almost never went well in any sitcom she watched or book she ever read. This was going to be a huge disaster.

Erica & Jack's Apartment

"He loves skiing," Emma was saying to Leslie. "I LOVE skiing. We are going to get along so well!"

"Ugh, she's gross," Erica muttered to Jack. He looked up at her from the box he was unpacking.

"Why? Cos she likes the landlord? Go nail him then and stake your claim if it's that important," Jack suggested.

"Ew! Jack!" Erica smacked him. "No!"

"Then why do you care if Emma wants him?" Jack asked. Erica had no comment. "See? I was right."

"That does not make you right," she grumbled, going back to her box. She wished Emma would just leave. Sometimes she couldn't believe Emma was even her cousin. There were very few moments where Emma was unselfish and showed any care towards others, and it was usually to get the attention of a guy.

"Ugh!" Emma said now, glaring at her phone. "Hi, Mom. Yes, I'm fine. No, I'm not alone. Yes, they're moved in. God! Why do you ask so many questions?!"

"Hi Aunt Rachel!" Erica shouted her way. Emma shot her a look.

"Yes, that was Erica. Yes, I'm at their apartment! Look, I'll talk to you later," Emma said. She hung up rather violently.

"You really shouldn't be so snotty," Erica pointed out.

"Shut up," Emma snapped. "I've gotta go. Apparently I'm needed for something at home." She stalked off, leaving Erica feeling grateful towards her aunt.

"So," Leslie was saying to Jack. She was hovering by his shoulder. "What's her name?"

"Lucy," Jack said. He steadfastly ignored Leslie as he moved about placing things in the apartment that he was unpacking.

"Where does she live?"

"In the city."

"How old?"

"21."

"Have I met her?"

"No. Leslie, do you mind? I'm kind of busy here," Jack gestured.

"Right," Leslie said, feeling embarrassed now.

"Want me to get you guys some pizza or something?" Frank asked from the bathroom. He was attempting to put things away, but he was having more fun reading the feminine items he was uncovering. Unfortunately for him, Erica noticed.

"Frank!" Erica cried, snatching the item from his hand, her face glowing red.

"They look comfy," he winked.

"Just go get the pizza," she ordered. She shoved her pads into the farthest part of the cupboard. Trust Jack to give Frank this job. She was thoroughly annoyed now.

"I'll go with you," Leslie said, knowing she wasn't getting any further with Jack at this moment. They left the twins in peace.

"Lucy, huh?" Erica asked.

"Yea. She's great. She's coming over tomorrow. You'll like her," Jack added.

"Didn't you see how heartbroken Leslie was?" Erica asked.

"Whatever. I'm not interested in Leslie. I'm interested in Lucy," Jack replied.

"You don't like cougars?" Erica asked, making a cat noise.

"Knock it off. It's only six years, but no, I'm not interested in Leslie," Jack said firmly. "Can we drop it now?"

"Sure, sure," Erica said. She loved teasing her brother. His ears always got so pink. Her phone chirped, making her pick it up.

"Birth Mom checking in," Erica called to him. She texted back.

"Say hi," Jack called back. They had kept in touch with Erica, their birth mom, over the years. Their parents didn't seem to mind. After all, she had graced them with children. Erica smiled at the hearts Mom Erica sent back. It made her feel happy.

Ben & Chandler

"So, Chan. That's an interesting name," Carol was saying. They were at the Moms' house. Chandler was feeling super uncomfortable while Ben seemed to enjoy every moment of her being uncomfortable.

"Yup. Well, my parents traveled to China a lot," Chandler started. "They had me and thought, 'Hey! Let's name her after China!'"

"But your name is Chan," Susan said, confused.

"Yea. They dropped the 'i' and replaced it with 'a' so I'm Chan. Chin just would've sounded ridiculous," Chandler rambled.

"I see," Carol said, squinting her eyes. Chandler looked to Ben nervously, who just smirked at her.

"And what's your last name?" Susan asked.

"DeLier," Chandler spit out. Ben coughed, choking on his piece of bread.

"Your name is Chan DeLier?" Carol repeated.

"Wow, I just heard it," Chandler said. "What do you know? I'm named after two things. Ha ha ha." She laughed nervously.

"Interesting," Carol said. "Ben? Can you help me with dessert?" Ben stood and left with her. Chandler wanted to die.

"So...Chan," Susan said casually. "What do you do? Do you work in a furniture store?"

"N-no. I'm actually in university majoring in psychology. I want to be a therapist," Chandler explained.

"Oh," Susan said, impressed. "Wow. Good for you. Always could use mental health workers around here."

"Thanks. I've always found psychology fascinating. As a kid, I was always the therapist when we played House," Chandler smiled.

"That's cute. So do you work as well? Must be a lot," Susan commented.

"I wait on tables for extra money. Keeps me in shape too," Chandler said. "I never got the freshman fifty..."

"Ah yes," Susan laughed. "I've heard about that."

"Here we are," Carol said, returning with pudding. Ben followed looking better than when he left. Chandler gave him a questioning look, which he ignored. The rest of dinner went fairly smoothly. Afterwards, Chandler still felt nauseous. They were walking back to her apartment.

"China?" Ben asked.

"I know," she said.

"Chan DeLier?" he asked again.

"I know! I panicked," she replied. "Can you forgive me?"

"It's all right. I explained everything to Mom," Ben said.

"You...what?" Chandler asked. "Ben!"

"Hey! It was that or she was going to call the cops. She thought you were like a prostitute or something," Ben laughed.

"Oh my God!" Chandler groaned. "I'm so embarrassed!"

"It's okay! She gets why you didn't want them to know. She's sworn to secrecy," Ben promised.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now stop it. Let's just enjoy the rest of this night without making anything else complicated, okay?" Ben asked. Chandler nodded. This is why she liked him so much. He was so easy going and funny. He was her other half, not that she'd ever tell him that. It'd go straight to his head. She held his hand and felt the warmth spread from her fingers to the rest of her body. She could actually love him if she could just let go. She didn't know if she ever could.

The Next Day

The pounding on the door was intensified by the half empty apartment. Erica stumbled out of her room the same time Jack did.

"Coming!" she called, checking her phone. Eight fifteen. Shit.

"What time did I say again?" Monica asked, entering.

"Eight o' nine," Jack moaned.

"Exactly. If we abandon the system, things get out of control," Monica told him.

"Honey, they're six minutes late," Chandler said, coming in behind with another box. "It's not the end of the world."

"To you maybe," Monica huffed.

"Hi, sweetie," Chandler said to Erica, kissing her cheek. "All settled in?"

"So far," Erica replied.

"Which room?" Chandler asked, gesturing to the box.

"Over there."

"Ah, yes, the best room of the apartment," Chandler grinned. "Good choice."

"I didn't get to choose," Jack complained. "She just picked it."

"Smart girl. Just like her mother," Chandler said. Monica smiled at him.

"So the truck has most of your furniture in it downstairs. Is Joey home?" Monica asked. "We'll need muscle."

"I think so," Jack yawned. It was too early for this. Frank and Leslie hadn't left until one am last night, and he was exhausted.

"Joey!" Monica shouted, pounding on his door.

"What?" Joey asked, coming out looking frazzled.

"We need your help," Monica explained.

"Mon, it's too early. I'm tired," Joey whined.

"I've got two lasagnas and a homemade pizza in the car with your name on them," Monica said.

"I'll be right out," Joey said without hesitation. Monica went back into the apartment. She stopped, putting a hand over her mouth as it suddenly hit her that she was back here after twenty years.

"Things don't really change do they?" Chandler asked her, coming up beside her and hugging her.

"It's just...wow. I didn't realize I missed this place," Monica sniffled.

"Hey, Mom? I found this in the bathroom..." Jack held up a very dirty sock. Or at least, it looked like a sock.

"Oh my God," Monica said. She looked at Chandler, who was trying not to laugh.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"It's nothing," Monica said quickly, snatching it from him. The odd thing was, Chandler had just asked the other day where the sock bunny had gotten to. Funny how things turned up. Jack was looking at them oddly.

"You're gonna throw that out...right?" he asked. "It's disgusting."

"Of course," Monica said.

"Why wouldn't we?" Chandler asked at the same time.

"Okay," Jack said, unsure. He went to join Joey at the door. Monica waited for him to turn his back before stuffing it into her purse. Chandler looked at her curiously.

"It'll wash," she said. He shrugged and went to join the men.

"Hey, Mom?" Erica asked, joining her in the living room. "Did you know Mr. Treeger has a son?"

"We just found out recently," Monica nodded. "Remember? It's how we got you the place back."

"Yea I think it was with that lady he went dancing with," Joey called from the doorway, having overheard.

"Really?" Monica asked, intrigued.

"How did you know?" Erica asked him.

"I'd rather not say," Joey replied, walking away quickly. Erica looked to Monica.

"He taught Treeger how to ballroom dance so he wouldn't kick Aunt Rachel and me out of this apartment," Monica filled her in. Erica covered her face, laughing. "I heard he was really good."

"That's hilarious," Jack said. "Hey! Uncle Joey!" He chased after him. "Can you teach me to dance?!"

"Stop it! Shut up! Leave me alone!" they heard Joey shout back.

"I better join Beavis and Butt-head before something crazy happens," Chandler said.

"So, Treeger's son huh?" Monica asked Erica once the men were gone. Her daughter blushed.

"Maybe," she admitted.

"This I gotta see," Monica said. "Have you met Treeger himself yet?"

"No, but Robbie is...adorable," Erica said, smiling through her blush. Monica loved seeing Erica happy. She had been worried that Erica would never meet anyone and be alone.

"Okay, we just need to pivot here," Chandler's voice reached them.

"Oh my God. You sound like Ross," Joey groaned.

"Pivot! Pivot! Pivot!" Chandler mocked in Ross's voice. Laughter ensued.

"Would you just hurry up?" Monica asked.

"Hey! I see you could use a hand," Robbie said, coming from the opposite direction.

"And you are?" Monica asked. She missed Erica's frantic hand gestures.

"Robbie Treeger," he smiled.

"Oh," Monica said. "Ohhh." She turned to Erica and gave her the "wow" face.

"Yup," Robbie grinned.

"Mr. Treeger is your dad huh?" Monica asked.

"Yea. Well, adopted dad. I was a foster child, and they adopted me and raised me. He's more of a dad to me than my biological one," Robbie explained.

"Ahh I get it now," Monica said.

"Is he with that lady?" Joey asked. "The dancing lady?"

"Yea. He told me all about you," Robbie smiled in an impish way.

"Damn it," Joey muttered.

"Couch...heavy...legs...folding..." Chandler grunted.

"Here," Robbie said, grabbing the remaining corner of the couch. They got it inside the apartment with no further issues. When Robbie left with the men to retrieve the bed frames, Monica turned to Erica and made an excited face.

"He's gorgeous!" Monica said. "Oh, honey. Wow. Words cannot even express..."

"I know, I know," Erica stopped her. "It's okay."

"Wow. I think he likes you," Monica went on.

"Really?"

"Why else would he be hanging around the halls this early? To just be there to lend a hand? No, he knew. He's impressing you," Monica finished.

"Mom, seriously. I doubt that. He's just a nice guy who happened to see my family struggling with a couch and offered to help," Erica said.

"See, you need to be more positive, sweetie. It'll get you farther," Monica advised. The men had returned with the bed frames. Robbie smiled at Erica when he walked past, making Monica nudge her.

"What's going on?" Emma asked sleepily, looking inside the door.

"Moving day," Monica said. She thought Emma was becoming more like Joey by the minute. Speaking without using his noggin.

"Oh, right," Emma said.

"You could help," Monica told her.

"I have to get my beauty sleep..." Emma started. Then she saw Robbie. "But then again, a good cardio workout wouldn't hurt anyone." She rushed back into her apartment to get dressed. Monica noticed Erica looked a little crestfallen.

"Don't worry. Emma's all blah blah blah with her looks and makeup, but you're the homegrown girl who has a good heart," Monica told her, rubbing her shoulder.

"How is that supposed to help me?" Erica asked.

"Cos beauty isn't everything," Monica said.

"That's so cliche," Erica replied. "Wait...I'm not beautiful?"

"Of course you are! I didn't mean...don't take it that...Um, Erica, why don't you help Robbie with your mattress?" Monica suggested hurriedly before she caused anymore damage when Robbie reappeared. Erica looked scared.

"Yea, come on," Robbie said, tugging at her sleeve. She followed like a lost puppy, looking to Monica for help. Monica just waved back.

"What's going on?" Chandler asked her.

"Erica likes Robbie, and Robbie likes Erica," Monica told him. "I'm making it happen."

"Honey, what did I tell you about matchmaking?" Chandler asked.

"Oh shush," Monica hissed. Chandler rolled his eyes. It was going to be a long day.