Hey, this is my first one of these so go easy on me! :)

AU: Set mid way through Season 5, post- limo accident. Chuck and Blair wake up in hospital, but something's missing...

I decided to go off on a major tangent here, but will keep (-ish) characters and ideas from season 5 of the show- Minus all the annoying out of character moments! ...Dair, seriously? Anyway... Enjoy :)

There was a whirl of bright white light as Blair began to flutter open her eyelids, somewhat clumsily, and adjust to her new surroundings. She wasn't here... She was sure that she wasn't supposed to be here... There was a loud beeping noise and the sound of a flurried panic going on around her as the people around her bedside disappeared into a whirlwind of blue. How the hell did she end up in a hospital?

The Limo.

"Chuck?" She called out instinctively, anxiously. Wrapping her hospital gown tightly around her body as she prepared herself for the worst.

We can go anywhere you want, as long as we're together.

She suddenly felt faint, gripping onto the clinical white walls of the hospital as she navigated herself around the door frame. It was quiet. Too quiet. There was a buzzing in her ears, and gripping her forehead in pain she felt where the scars of the crash had wreaked havoc on her flawless porcelain skin. It didn't even matter now, nothing seemed to matter now...

"I need to see him." She growled sternly to a nearby nurse, looking at her with disdain.

"No, Miss, what you need, is some rest. Please get back into..."

"I'm not going anywhere until I've seen him, and I've heard that Eleanor Waldorf is a great benefactor of this establishment. We wouldn't want to make enemies out of her and her daughter, would we?" She batted her eyelashes. The bitch was back.

"The door on the right." The nurse rolled her eyes, wondering how long it would be before she'd have to stop dealing with Upper East Side brats and their upper class problems.

Blair walked hesitantly up to the door, suddenly fearful of what lay beyond it. The accident was a tragedy. Anything could have happened. She walked up to the room and slowly turned the handle, closing her eyes and wishing for a miracle.

When she opened them and looked in front of her, she saw her lover, her friend, her family, stretched out on the bed in front of her. She'd never seen him look so still, or so peaceful. Her eyes began to fill with premature tears as stared at the gashes laid across his beautiful face, and the tubes sticking out awkwardly from his arms.

"Oh, Chuck what have I done." She gasped, hurrying over to the bed to steal his pain away with a kiss. She watched the regular beating of his heart; hoping for some kind of movement; any sign of waking life that would alert her that she was not alone in the world.

The only thing that's ever been real is me and you.

She looked at the blood stains in his thick, brown hair, looking slightly more tousled than she was accustomed to, and lightly began to trace a pattern along his skin; her eyes following the contours of his jawline. She prayed that he would open those beautiful, brown eyes of his, and tell her... Tell her...

There was a movement. A recognition. A glimmer of hope. Did he move his finger, or did she just imagine it? She held his hand, trying anything to get him to respond to the world around him.

"Please God, let him live." She murmured, kissing his hand gently before looking anxiously at the floor. Her heart in his hands; his un-moving, un-co-operative hands."

"What's going on?" A gravelly voice sounded from the bed. That rich, alluring voice that had kept her tongue-tied on many an occasion and lured her into bed oh too many times... Silky chocolate on a winter morning. Dark, of course, with a bitter after-taste that kept her lusting after danger, still, after all this time.

"It's okay now, everything's going to be okay. We're alive." She smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek as she finally dared herself to look into his penetrating gaze. Her hand dropping from his arm as he began to pull it gently back towards his body.

But when I looked into his eyes, it was like I couldn't see him anymore.

"I'm sorry... Do I know you?" His forehead crinkled with worry as he stared at the woman clearly in pain, curled up at the side of his bed. He racked his brain, tried to conjure images from the memories he had created. But there was nothing. Nothing but blackness. Dark. Blair looked at him with horror.

"Don't toy with me... This is no time to play games..." Blair cautioned, moving away from him as if his rebuke had burnt it's way right through to her skin.

"I... Don't remember."

Blair looked at the helpless figure in front of her. This wasn't the Bass she knew. Where was the fire? The passion? The hurt? She took a leap towards his bed and flung her lips desperately onto his. His lips felt cold and un-responsive. He didn't open his mouth as she rested her body over his, breathing in his scent. The nape of the neck was Chuck's kryptonite, biologically she had to get a response.

Our chemistry is as undeniable as ever...

"I'm sorry, please, I can't do this." He struggled, pulling away from her. Panic had stricken his face. He was a ghostly white.

Fear had struck the heart of Blair Waldorf, and for the first time since the accident, she was seeing a realistic consequence for the path that she took. It stung. How could they possibly survive this? How could she love someone who didn't even know her name? She stood up, preparing herself to go. Still with the un-realistic optimism that in a couple of hours all this silliness would be forgotten. They'd get it back. They always got it back.

"Can I ask you one question?" He muttered hesitantly, the darting confusion still present on his face.

"Anything." She replied solemnly.

He looked up at her with an innocent expression, guiltless, blameless, like that of a child as he questioned sadly, "Who am I?"

"You're... Chuck Bass..." She sighed, her eyes brimming with tears as she turned from the room. Even in this state she couldn't bear for Chuck to see her looking weak.

So the next time you forget you're Chuck Bass... Remember that I'm Blair Waldorf, and I love you.

Hope the intermingling of quotes didn't make it too difficult too follow... I plan to write more, but hopefully it'll get much more interesting now that I've set up the plot for some action! ;)

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XOXO