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A/N: Takes place directly after the events of 4x04, when Chuck take's the spot in Martha Chamberlain's class that Blair wanted so badly. Everything is AU from there. This story is written by two different people, and will refer to ourselves as C and B. There will be chapters without any Chuck/Blair contact, and there will be chapters that have so much Chuck/Blair contact, you feel the need to fan yourself. Or take a cold shower. This story has been fully written, but will be updated periodically.

Blair's POV.

Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's Elite. Looks like Blair got Chuck's French dove to fly the coop, but that doesn't mean this war is over. Some battles end, but others start. The big Bass himself has declared war on the victor—but who will win this battle? Only time will tell.

There was a bounce in her step that had been otherwise absent since Eva had come back from Paris with Chuck on her arm. Whether it was the sweet afterglow of a victory, or the new Louboutin shoes she had clad on her feet, Blair was happy. However, of course, seeing Chuck on campus lowered her spirits, especially since his declaration of war on her. She hated seeing him upset, but what she hated even more, was seeing him with another girl. The Chuck she knew and loved had done whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He didn't throw all his money away into charities, nor did he wear peasant clothes like she'd seen on him in Paris. And he hadn't even bothered to call and tell her he got shot!

Blair was flustered now, brown hair in wispy curls surrounding her face as the cool air blew through the Columbia grounds. She saw Chuck exiting the building in front of her, followed by the guest speaker who she was supposed to talk with about filling a certain role—of course that motherchucker had gotten to her first. Angry, Blair shot him an nasty stare, turned on the heel of her new shoes, and stomped in the other direction. He would not get to her, she would win.

Her driver was waiting for her as usual when she left class, only it wasn't the man who normally chauffeured her. Confused, she walked up to the passenger side and knocked on the window, giving the driver a signal to roll it down. "Miss Waldorf." He greeted with a nod of his head a sly smile. "Yeah, whatever. Where is Alexander? My usual driver?" The new driver nodded slowly, the smile still stuck on his face. "He, ah…couldn't be here today. Complications. Please, get in." Blair rolled her eyes and opened the back door, sliding into the car with a sigh. She wasn't in a mood to argue, she just wanted to go home, curl into her bed, and watch her favorite Hepburn movies. Her scheming would begin tomorrow.

She pulled her cell phone out of her purse as the car took off down the busy New York streets, and read a new text received from Serena;

B, OMG! Did U see Chuck 2day on campus? What a Basshole! What is he doing there?

Blair groaned and hit the reply button;

He wants 2 ruin my life, that's what!

Just as she was about to send the message, there was a loud screeching of wheels. Blair looked up, surprised, to see a car coming straight at her from the other side. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. The car hit the back of the driver's side, the sound of crunching metal reverberating throughout the compact vehicle. Blair's entire body was thrust in the opposite direction, her head hitting the window with a sickening crack. Her eyes blinked slowly, body slowly becoming limp, the driver—seemingly unharmed—exiting the vehicle. The brunette opened her mouth to yell, but nothing came out. Instead, she slumped against the cracked window, and allowed the darkness to take her.

An hour later she awoke in a hospital room. Her head pounded and she was sore all over, the doctor was standing at the foot of the bed, reading over her charts.

"Oh you're awake!" he stated, coming around towards Blair, "You were in a car accident Ms. Waldorf. You're going to be fine, but you'll need to stay here for a few days. You have a sprain in your left ankle as well as a few broken ribs. Other than that you may feel sore from the scattered bruising, and we'll see about getting you an MRI for you head. We don't think there is any damage, we just need to be sure. We have you on medication to alleviate the pain, but if you need anything, or feel uncomfortable, just ring a nurse." Blair stared at him with slightly glassy eyes and nodded, then he added, "We have just informed your mother, and she is on her way. Is there anyone else you'd like us to call?"

"Serena van der Woodsen…and, Chuck Bass."

Blair sat up in the hospital bed best she could, swallowing slowly and staring at the wall. Her phone on the bedside table lit up and buzzed—she reached over and slid it open;

B, I'm on my way. Hang in there. –S

She chose not to respond, instead just put the phone down and closed her eyes. Her head was pounding, and she had a heavy heart. She doubted Chuck would even show up, not when he still hated her guts for making Eva leave the country. There was something about the blonde that she couldn't stand—besides the fact that she had clung onto her Chuck's arm like a little French leech. Could he really blame her? Blair was almost certain he'd have done the same thing, had the situations been spun.

An hour later Serena rushed in. She was in the same clothes she'd put on this morning, however her hair was all messy, and her face wind-bitten from running into the hospital and up to her room. Blair opened her eyes and offered a weak smile. "Hey, S," she stated slowly, squeezing her best friend's hand.

"What happened Blair? Are you gonna be okay?"

The brunette nodded and slowly tried to explain, "Just some stupid car accident. I'm fine, really S. This gorgeous face is still in tact, right?" She chuckled slightly which had her wincing from the broken ribs, but she tried to cover it up.

"I'm gonna stick with you every second until you're okay, B. I promise. And what better to start the healing process then the new Cosmo? I'm gonna run down to the gift shop. I'll be right back." Serena gently laid a kiss on Blair's forehead before exiting the room. It was only minutes before another person came walking through the door, only this time it wasn't Serena.

A young nurse in bright pink scrubs shuffled into her room next, a warm smile plastered on her friendly features. She walked over to one side of Blair's bed, and messed with some of the tech before turning to the brunette and checking to make sure her IV was secured correctly. She reached down under the bed and picked up a small plastic remote with one button on it and placed it in Blair's dainty hand.

Speaking softly, the nurse stated, "If your pain medication starts to wear off and you start hurting, press this button and another dose will be administered." The nurse walked over to the end of the bed and picked up her chart, her eyes scanning the page. "Your MRI is scheduled for tomorrow. Assuming there are no complications, you will probably be able to leave, but we advise against it." She didn't wait for Blair to say anything before nodding once and leaving the room.

The entire situation was completely surreal to Blair. She'd never been in the hospital before, at least, not for injuries. When her mother found out about her bulimia, she forced Blair to go to St. Luke's and be under doctor examination while they attempted to aid her in ending the nasty habit. She'd told all her friends she was on vacation—she didn't want their pity, and she still didn't. Blair Waldorf hated feeling weak, to her, it was the worst feeling in the world. Everything was exposed, and anyone could step in and crush her, take control. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but was swiftly swept away by her slightly shaking hand. There was a stirring in her gut, and her mind wandered to dangerous places. The thought of Chuck running off to France to find the "love of his life", the expression of her mother as soon as she got the call that her daughter was in the hospital, and the pity from all their friends as soon as Gossip Girl got word. She sunk back into the mattress, closing her eyes, allowing her thoughts to consume her—even if just momentarily.

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