A/N: The poll voted yes, but I really could care less. Lol. I discovered Leighton's interview and I saw some filming that someone snuck onto yt of CB slowly walking towards each other and talking at night on a bridge in Paris. Awwww. I am a little sad to see Chuck's classy/suit/bowtie wardrobe go out the window, but hopefully it will return! XD Anyways, I was inspired. This fic is essentially a collection of oneshots and drabbles that pop into my head due to Chuck/Eva/Blair spoilers for S4. Heh. So, yes, some chapters will be of just Chuck & Eva, but there will always be some sort of hint or reference to CB, so I hope you will still read and review those chapters nonetheless. ;)

*This "chapter" consists of a couple scenarios that came to mind with that filming scene I saw. *smiles brightly*

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

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Scenario 1 –

The night was beautiful, and she felt absolutely glamorous. The opera she'd chosen to go to with Serena had been spectacular. Now, they were just enjoying the pure sweetness of Parisian air. Nothing could have made the night more perfect. All of it was shattered in an instant when she saw him standing on the opposite end of a bridge she and Serena were just about to cross, with the typical model blonde on his arm.

She forced herself not to care at first. He had broken her so badly. She had forced him out of her life indefinitely, at the time she'd made it out to be permanently. It wasn't long, though, when she'd realized she wouldn't stop loving him for a very long time, if ever. At times, she even blamed herself for how things had ended. If only I'd gotten there sooner… she'd wondered. In the end, she was always justified – by Serena too – at the fact of how much an ass Chuck was. He'll never change, Serena told her. With everything he'd put her through, Blair found it pretty easy to believe. That didn't mean she didn't miss him during those fleeting moments throughout the summer.

So, yes, she cared. Especially since how he acted around the blonde was not the way he acted around the sluts he only planned to sleep with once and move on. Plus, he wasn't wearing a suit. That was odd for him, even the summer. He wasn't wearing anything that resembled him at all. A t-shirt? What the hell?

Both Nate and Serena, had, separately informed her of what had happened. She didn't know how they had taken it – her reaction. She had simply frozen, as if time no longer existed. She didn't know how she felt and her heart and mind were screaming at her to just feel something. The need to feel was so intense that she thought it was a feeling, but she simply couldn't stand it. It was driving her crazy. If logic had not been instilled in her, she would have run to him and held him and forgiven him on the spot. She would have dived back into that broken relationship she'd just escaped from, just because he was alive and he hadn't died alone in the dirty alleyways of Prague at night, abandoned in the darkness. She'd restrained though. Talk of him having an actual girlfriend about a month or so later sounded so foreign, so fake to her. She had been convinced it was mere gossip. Gossip Girl was good at spreading rumors and making them appear true. Seeing it in the flesh was a different story.

Chuck Bass had a girlfriend. And it wasn't her. The thought – the fact – made her heart clench and tears just barely suppressed themselves in her eyes. It burned to keep them so hidden. But Serena was so close and she couldn't afford to see that type of emotion in her face. She knew she'd take her in her arms and take her back to the hotel. She knew – hoped – Chuck would spot her and feel incredibly guilty, knowing – hopefully – that he was the cause of it. She wasn't sure if she wanted that or not.

Without a word though, further thoughts vanished. She pushed a lame excuse on Serena, and Chuck apparently did the same thing with the little blonde girl on his arm. Their eyes locked, and slowly, warily, the two made it to the center of the bridge. And stopped.

"Chuck," she said first. She didn't know if he'd remembered her demand to him as she left his hotel. He obviously did, because it took him an incredible amount of time to speak.

"Blair," he said, never for one second taking his gaze away from her face.

"I…heard what happened," she said, figuring his accident was really the only thing joining them. They were part of the non-judging breakfast club after all. Differences, anger, and broken hearts hadn't mattered any of the times they'd needed each other.

Chuck nodded slowly. She breathed slowly, unsure of what to do next.

"You look beautiful," he said slowly, admiring her tanned skin and the short new length her hair sat at around her shoulders. The beautiful red dress that wrapped around her body made her the center of attention at the opera he'd just happened to have been at with Eva. The fact that he'd been trying to move on obviously did not register on fate's radar. He'd ended up exactly where Blair and Serena had headed to, without even thinking.

"When, uh—" she fumbled around for words.

"I'm really sorry," he said, his eyes suddenly pleading for her forgiveness. He was still wading in the shallow end, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try his very hardest to have her at least see him as a human being. She seemed to accept it for about half a second before her eyes flickered over to Eva's. Unaware of the abrupt transition, Chuck's mostly calm face still penetrated into hers.

"I'm sure you are," she began, sarcasm slipping into her voice before she could stop it. Her eyes snapped back to his. "You've already replaced me."

His lips parted. "Blair—" he nearly whispered.

She waited for him to say more but he never did. Anger began to boil deep within her. It hadn't really erupted since she'd last seen him. There had just been the occasional crying session with Serena when she just couldn't stand being without him or what he'd done to her during the summer. She hated it all. And what was he doing post-break up? Getting shot and dating a blonde.

"She's pretty," she said, looking in the distance at the blonde who was waiting patiently for her boyfriend. "Looks nice too," she continued, quite impressed with how well she was holding back tears. She wanted to tell him she was happy for him, but she couldn't. How could she? After all he'd done, and how he was still hurting her by moving on so quickly. She had never done that with him. Marcus had hardly been a rebound.

She eyed him then, from head to toe. Nate had told her he'd changed – a lot. She hadn't wanted to listen. "You've changed," she told him. He blinked. She wasn't sure what to make of this new Chuck, but having her thoughts and the reality of her situation before her in the flesh and spoken out loud changed everything. She couldn't make herself leave; his gaze was too penetrating. But she didn't know if she could stand to be there another moment. But their blonde counterparts were no help. Apparently, they decided it was a private conversation, one that they thought shouldn't be interrupted.

Chuck wanted to touch her. His body was aching to hold her in arms, kiss her, or at the very least graze the lightly colored arm hairs covering her tanned skin. But he held back. He'd dream of holding her again tonight. That was his only reassurance.

"Chuck?"

Both turned ever so slightly to see the innocent blonde on his side inquiring wordlessly if it would be much longer. It was clear on her face that she was more than willing to wait as long as it took. Blair guessed that was what he liked most about her. She was the direct opposite of her. Right down to the hair color. She wanted to leave.

"He's coming," she called to her, smiling a little forced. Blair's gaze fixed back onto Chuck's as she took a step back. "We're done here," she said, brushing it off as an end to the conversation, but she knew Chuck was well aware of the double meaning. It pained her to leave him like that, especially since she had healed a little over the summer from the black hole he'd pushed her into.

She was gone into the night then, Serena quickly gathering her and whispering to her about what had happened between them, how intense it had looked. Chuck shook off his rapidly beating heart and the emotions that had just swallowed him whole. He turned around and heading back towards Eva, who held out her hand lovingly for him to take. He took it in his hand and pressed his lips to her. She waited for him to come closer and kissed him softly on the lips. His eyes twinkled down at her. She was such a sweet girl. She made him feel like he still had a chance in the world, that he wasn't a mistake and there was a possibility for forgiveness. He was so glad he'd found her. They walked into the night, stars decorating the sky, like nothing had happened.

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Scenario 2 –

He'd asked her to come.

She hadn't seen him all summer, had sworn him from her life forever, deciding to start over for real. Then, he'd gone off and gotten shot, developed some sort of "new identity", and acquired a sweet, Parisian girlfriend that was so obviously the opposite of her. She'd been an idiot to accept his invitation. But she'd done it. There was no going back now.

There was no one but them. They didn't know how to act or what to say, if they should burst out in anger, talk softly, or depend on small talk, but their eyes were pinned to each other. Very slowly and very cautiously, they made it to the center of the bridge, a safe distance away but still close enough to hear each other whisper. When the wind weaved its way through her hair in his general direction, he felt it. Despite his "personality shift", Blair still got a chill from hearing his voice again.

"Chuck," she said. He smiled a little – didn't smirk; smiled.

"Blair," he said quietly.

"You wanted to meet me," she said, feeling the need to defend her purpose of being there. She didn't actually want to be there, be near him. It was too overwhelming, seeing him after all that had happened, especially the events she hadn't been around for.

"I missed you," he said.

Tears stung her eyes. "No," she said. "Don't do that." Her voice was firm, but neither could tell if it was really angry. She was just afraid of crying. She didn't want to let him see how much he still mattered to her, despite the pain. Chuck was quiet for a long time. Blair's breathing, having momentarily gone a bit ragged, slowly returned to normalcy.

"I'm different, Blair."

She said nothing. There was no way she was going to take him back just because they'd been apart for a summer and he was different.

"I have a girlfriend," he said.

Blair raised her chin proudly. This was familiar territory.

"I know," she said.

"Her name's Eva."

"Serena told me."

"She's a native of this area," he smirked. Another chill zipped through her, electricity snapping and crackling between them. His smirks always did that to her. They gave her a high nothing else ever did, despite what the subject of discussion was. She raised her eyebrows in amusement.

"She suits you," she said.

That seemed to take him back a little. Eva was nearly the opposite of Blair. Blonde with a big heart and a dazzling, sweet smile. It wasn't that Blair wasn't some of those things, but she was a little more exciting, had a few more layers, and would always, always be more intriguing to him. He would stand by his conviction to the end of his days.

"No one will ever measure up to what we had."

"I'm glad you're okay now," she said, unable to specify that she was glad he now had a girlfriend that wasn't her. "The news of your…accident," she said carefully, "really shook me up," she confided, wondering only afterwards if she should have let on so much about her feelings towards him.

"Thanks," was all he could say. She nodded, pursed her lips and tried to control her anger. She didn't know how to feel, felt frozen in the mode of sympathy and calm bitterness, but inside she was screaming, crying, jumping off a cliff. She knew if he didn't say anything else, she would explode yelling at him for all the hurt he'd caused her and how coming back with a girlfriend only proved to help her even more. Then she remembered that she wasn't supposed to care – at least not in front of him, and that she'd demanded he not talk to him ever again.

"What do you want, Chuck?" she asked, suddenly exhausted.

"A truce," he said, before her sigh was even finished. She blinked, looking up at him offguard.

"What?" she asked, trying to hide how flabbergasted she really was.

"A truce," he said again. "I know you said you wanted me out of your life, or at the very least, never to speak to you again."

She nodded briskly; her anger shining through in the memory he'd purposefully reminded her of.

"But I've changed, Blair; really. Please don't shut me out of your life."

He didn't step forward and hold her wrists in a gentle grip in his hands like she'd expected. It was a simple plea, one she wasn't sure she could handle, one she'd have to get back to him on.

"N—"

Her voice got lost in her through. She'd been a breath away from denying him but suddenly her throat had gotten thick and not even a squeak was allowed through. Chuck looked completely unfazed, as if she hadn't made a noise, let alone a denial to his request. She closed her eyes and cleared her throat.

"I don't how to do that," she said softly, her eyes settled on his midsection. She didn't look there on purpose, she just couldn't make herself look back into his eyes or all the way to the ground. She recalled his full ensemble though. She despised how un-Chucklike it was. Though she didn't know why she should care, or, again, why she had even come to begin with. Finally, her strength resurged out of nowhere.

"You hurt me," she said, confidence filling every word. She had the upperhand. He was in the wrong, not her. "Three months doesn't change that." She stepped back before she would give away anything else. Keeping him feeling guilty, despite what had happened to him, would be the only thing to keep her strong. Regardless, her mouth slipped.

"Replacing with our polar opposite doesn't really heighten your chances either."

"It's not me anymore, Blair."

Brief hurt flashed across her face.

"Of course it's not."

She walked away.

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A/N: My ideas. =) Please comment! =D I have an idea for a CB reunion, but it's only like a few lines long, so I think I may wait until more inspiration develops something more in my mind. XD Please don't tell me about any spoilers but what I mention in the author's notes. I have a very love/hate relationship with spoilers. Lol. I don't like to be informed unless I accidentally stumble on them myself. XD