TITLE: The Lonely Knight
PAIRING: Dan/Blair (with hints of Blair/Louis, Blair/Chuck, Dan/Charlie)
SPOILERS: Up to 4x21
RATING: T, but just to be safe. I've tried to keep it all PG but I'm not sure about what's yet to be written. If needed I'll fix it.
SUMMARY: We all know how that fairytale goes: the princess is trapped at the top of a tower by an evil witch and a prince saves her. B might be the princess, but the prince who's coming to save her isn't Louis but our very own Lonely Boy, pardon Knight. xoxo GG
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl or anything else for the matter.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first GG fic but I hope this is not too OOC. Also, I'm Italian so you're warned! ihih
If someone is up to betaing this baby, there's at least another 5 chapters of this (4 written, I just need to type them)
DAN
He was still trying to come to terms with what happened or almost happened in the headmistress' office.
He liked Charlie, sometimes even a little more than just as a friend. But the truth? The truth was he was still hang up on Blair. You can't realize you have feelings for a Woldorf and just forget about it in a matter of days.
So yeah, he liked Charlie, liked hanging out with her, talking about books and movies, but those conversations weren't as intriguing yet easy as were those he had with Blair.
Ok, technically he did kiss Charlie a bunch of times, but he's only human after all.
He tried to tell himself he shouldn't, that it wasn't fair to her or to himself, cause he was still harboring pretty strong feelings for a certain brunette, but at last he just went with it, screw the consequences.
Still thinking about it, he caught a glimpse of Blair, rushing down the stairs, heading to the wardrobe in a hurry. He looked up and saw Charlie, who walked down the few steps that separated them, on the same stairs he saw Blair just a couple of seconds before.
«Dan, I'm sorry, I...» Charlie tried to explain.
«Charlie, I don't think this is the right place for that particular conversation,» he cut her short. «What happened with Blair? Why is she leaving in such a hurry?»
«Chuck Bass, what else? Are you still pining over her? I thought you were over her, I thought you…»
But Dan didn't hear what she thought, cause once she said Chuck's name he knew Blair was heading towards trouble. He left Charlie there without another word and rushed after the brunette. He saw her going out of the front doors of the school and he ran after her, forgoing the wardrobe and leaving his coat behind, but he missed her for just a couple of seconds: once he had reached the street she was already in a cab.
He hailed an approaching cab, telling the driver to follow the one Blair was in. His eyes trained on the yellow car in front of him and the dark hair he could see through the windshield, he thought about the girl he was following, the one he left at his old school and the one he had argued with at the engagement party a couple of hours before.
He briefly considered calling Serena to let her know something was wrong with Blair, but then he thought that if the brunette hadn't already called her best friend for help, she probably didn't want it at all.
As it became clear the cab was headed towards Brooklyn he started wondering if she was coming to see him and not Chuck, but then he remembered she knew he was attending both the parties with Charlie, so she must have known he was still at their old school. Or at least that's where he was supposed to be at the moment.
As they approached a construction site with a sign stating "Charles Place" he realized Charlie had been right: she was going to meet Chuck.
He hesitated for a few seconds, thinking about what he was supposed to do. But then he remembered Nate telling him about the heated argument he had witnessed back at the Empire, that resulted in a bleeding Blair running away from Chuck and in Nate going to stay at Raina's for a few days while he thought about what to do with Chuck. Decision made, he paid the driver and walked to the building, going after Blair. He could hear the clicky sound of her heels up the stairs. He followed her silently, a little more than a floor behind her, close enough for him to keep track of her but not close enough for her to notice him. When he heard her opening a door upstairs he started to climb the steps more quickly.
He just wanted to make sure she was safe and Chuck didn't have a chance to hurt her again. (It wasn't because he was jealous or anything. Nope. No way. Ok, maybe a little bit.)
When he finally reached the last steps leading to the roof access, he felt a heavy sense of anticipation and anxiety. When he finally was at the top of the stairs he saw the door to the roof getting closed by a man who certainly wasn't Chuck: Mr Thorpe.
He tried to open the door but found it locked. This really didn't sit good with him. He tried the handle again with the same result. He quickly thought about what to do and took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a familiar number.
«Hey man,» Nate's voice greeted him. «This is not a really good moment.»
«Nate, it's important,» he hurried to say.
«Ok, what is it?»
«Is Blair up to something? Is Chuck up to something? Cause I thought he went to rehab but why else would Blair meet Raina's father at the construction site for Chuck's latest project?»
«Wait, what? Thorpe?»
He could tell by Nate's voice that these weren't good news.
«Dan, listen,» Nate said. «As far as I know, Chuck is at the party at Constance. He's not in rehab, it's just a rumor. It's a long story, but tonight he found out something about Thorpe that... Well, let's say Chuck got him to leave New York for good and Raina is refusing to ever talk to her father again. I think he might be trying to get back at Chuck through Blair.»
«You think he's going to hurt her? That he'd be capable of doing that?»
«Dan, he already killed a woman and that was his wife,» Nate explained, his voice weak, tired and worried at the same time.
«Oh, god,» Dan cried. «We're on the roof. You call 911, I'll try to get to her as soon as I can.»
He hung up, not even waiting for Nate's answer. He tried to knock down the door with his shoulder movie style, but it didn't work on the metal door. He tried again with the same luck and then looked around, searching for something to open the door with. His eyes fell upon the fire extinguisher, heavy enough to try and break the handle and the lock.
He took hold of it and slammed it as hard as he could against the door handle. Once, twice. On the third blow the handle fell to the floor. He quickly sat the fire extinguisher on the ground and knocked the other side of the handle out of his housing, opening the door in the process.
The scene that greeted him at the other side of the door froze the blood in his veins.
This is basically already written. It just needs another couple of scenes and an epilogue. And I need to type it.
So I'm hoping I'll be able to post another chapter before the season finale and then the rest of the story a chapter every couple of days.
I'd love to hear what you guys think about this, so please R&R!