AN: This is pretty short, but I just wanted to wrap it up.  Please let me know what you think of this series.  Thanks!

Open Arms

(Hang, Epilogue)

"Rach, come on, we're gonna miss the flight!" Ross was in full panic-mode, jumping up and down while Joey and Phoebe rushed out the door and headed for the cab.

"Ross, don't yell at me, I'm coming!" Rachel growled, as she dragged two suitcases and a bag out into the living room.

"Honey, are you kidding me?  We're only gonna be there for, like, a week."

"I know," Rachel said nonchalantly, as she dragged the bags out the door.  Ross rolled his eyes and shook his head—some things never change.

But some things do.  Ross and Rachel had rediscovered long-ago buried feelings in their time in Hawai'i a year and a half ago, and they were now living together in the apartment that had once belonged to Chandler and Monica.  The apartment was filled with loving, wonderful memories, and Monica didn't have the heart to allow strangers rent it out.  Rachel moved in for a while, and a few months later, Ross moved in with her.

Joey still lived across the hall, and Phoebe several blocks away.  Though the group missed both Chandler and Monica's presence, they were all happy that their friends had come to their senses, and found each other again.

The ride to the airport was filled with excited chatter, as the four friends relived the joyful times, and the sadder times, including the events surrounding their last trip to Hawai'i…

Eighteen Months Ago

"So, you're just gonna stay here?" Ross asked, shocked.  They were in Chandler's bar, and Monica had just revealed her plans to stay with Chandler.

"Chandler's life is here now…and I want to—I need to be where he is," Monica smiled, as Chandler approached with a tray full of drinks.

"When are you coming back to New York?" Joey asked sadly.

"We're not sure, Joe," Chandler said, as he sat down, "but you are welcome to come here whenever you want to."

"I can't believe you are staying here," Rachel said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I need to be here, with Chandler," Monica said softly.

Present

"I'm so glad you guys came!" Monica said, while in mid-hug with Rachel.

"We wouldn't miss our best friend's uh—second wedding for anything!" Rachel giggled.

"I know, I know, but this time, it's for good, I swear!"

"So Ross, when are you gonna take the ol' marriage dive?" Chandler smiled.  Off of Monica's disgusted look, he corrected himself, "I mean, when are you guys gonna join your hearts and souls forever in love," he said with a wistful—if a bit of a sarcastic—tone.

"I uh, well, I, um—" Ross stammered.

"Wow, that's—reassuring, honey," Rachel shook her head, as the others laughed.

~*~

The setting sun produced a dazzling array of pinks, indigos, blues, oranges and purples, and provided the perfect canopy for the ceremony about to take place underneath.  Down on the beach, just yards from the turquoise ocean that ebbed and flowed toward them, stood a large Hawaiian man, dressed in khaki board shorts and a dark green Hawaiian shirt.  Next to him, stood the groom.  Chandler was dressed in Khaki board shorts, and a white cotton shirt, so thin it billowed in the light breeze that whispered around them. Around his neck, he wore a simple green lei.

Chandler's eyes danced, and his smile brightened, as he watched his bride approach. 

Monica was dressed in a white cotton, ankle-length dress that accentuated her bronze skin.  She wore a wreath of magenta flowers and deep green leaves over her long ebony hair, that matched the band she wore on her ankle, and the lei around her neck.  No one, not even the guests, wore shoes, giving the outdoor ceremony a decidedly casual feel.

As Monica approached him, Chandler took her hands in his, and gave them a reassuring squeeze.  The couple looked at each other lovingly, as the officiate recited an old Hawaiian ceremony.

Thirty minutes later, the group was gathered in Chandler's bar, celebrating Chandler and Monica's second-try at marriage.  Rachel noted that both of them seemed to be glowing with happiness.  She didn't need Phoebe's self-proclaimed sixth sense to see that this time, Chandler and Monica would be together forever.

"I love you," Chandler whispered softly, as he and Monica swayed slowly to the music that filled the bar.

"I love you, too," Monica smiled, and pulled herself closer to Chandler.

"I'll bet you never planned for a wedding quite like this," Chandler smiled.

"The past few years have been a little…unexpected," Monica laughed.

"Well, learn to expect the unexpected…I plan to keep you on your toes for the next sixty years," Chandler grinned.

"I don't mind at all…as long as I'm with you, I'll be just fine.  I'll be home."

Lying beside you, here in the dark

Feeling your heart beat with mine

Softly you whisper, you're so sincere

How could our love be so blind?

We sailed on together

We drifted apart

And here you are by my side

So now I come to you, with open arms

Nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am with open arms

Hoping you'll see what your love means to me

Open arms

Living without you, living alone

This empty house seems so cold

Wanting to hold you, wanting you near

How much I wanted you home

But now that you've come back

Turned night into day

I need you to stay.

So now I come to you, with open arms

Nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am with open arms

Hoping you'll see what your love means to me

Open arms

"Open Arms" (Perry/Cain)