Okay so I know I need to update the other fic but while I was discussing with friends on fanforum about what the first Chair scene of the season would be for me, I imagined something like this. Some elements may be spoilery but not so much since I am mostly speculating basing on casting call and the two/three pics of Ed we've got. -pout- I hope you'll like it! Not sure wheter it's meant to be a one shoot or not. I'd love to continue this, so please review it to let me know what do you think! :)

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I wish I could say I've clung to time like gold
But as you said goodbye, I almost died

Of all the things he hated in life, hospitals occupied one of the highest spots. They really made him nervous more than close a deal or argue with someone. It wasn't unexpected from someone who saw his Father die in one few years before, where his step sister was taken after an accident and drug abuse, where his step Mother was taken to cure her supposed cancer.

Chuck Bass hated hospitals more than he loathed unexperienced chiropractors or donuts.

He'd really wanted to avoid going to one in his whole life if not for a happy event, but did happy events ever happen at hospitals?

He thought about it for a second. His brain automatically gave him an answer.

Babies. Babies were delivered at hospitals and they brought happiness. They were probably the only thing that would make someone happy to visit that place. Babies were precious if their parents wanted them. They made their parents proud.

Not like him.

His Mother didn't want him, and neither his Father at some extent, and he showed his son the displeasure he had had in raising him because he resembled his Mother too much. He was one of those children who weren't supposed to be born. He wasn't wanted. He wasn't born from a relationship made of love. His Mother didn't love his Father. His Father didn't love him like he would have wanted him to. His Mother betrayed him. He barely had family.

He shook his head swiftly commanding himself to focus on the Medical Center, he was looking for the exit. He didn't know why it looked so hard for him to find it. He had come few minutes before and it had been so easy to reach the studio of the Doctor, why on Earth he wasn't able to find the exit now? He looked around only to see people sitting on blue chairs still waiting results or similar things. They didn't look all rich like him although this Center was really expensive... He shrugged and sighed.

He turned right once he recognize a picture he saw earlier on the wall, only to find himself in a long corridor full of young and old women. He looked at the wall and there was a little arrow that pointed right in front of him with the exit text, under a gynecology sign.

Finally, he though, then headed for the end of the corridor where he saw the door as he was getting closer. His pace wasn't slow like he knew he had to be, but he needed to get out and breathe fresh air, the air of his city, not the rarefied one that was there. Plus it was Summer time so the air was even thinner than usual.

He thought that he might cross someone else's path once it was too late.

The person – a woman, he recognized – hit him right on his right ribs and he jolted with pain. His eyes were still closed once the woman talked. With gritted teeth, he tried to breath in and out in order to stop the ache that was slowly growing under his chest.

"Chuck" she said, and he cursed himself in his mind. The sound of her voice seemed to lessen the pain, or so he thought. He slowly opened his eyes to find two brown eyes looking at him with concern. "Are you alright?" she asked.

He tried to smirk but the pain was too great to even try to cope with it. He put a hand on his ribs as soon as she still gripped her hand on his left arm. "I'm fine" he finally answered, trying not to appear fake. She had to believe he was okay even if he clearly wasn't.

"Are you sure you are okay? Did I hurt you?" she made sure. He smoothed the jacket of his suit and tried to put himself together again. She still hadn't dropped her hand.

He smiled again and this time he looked more sure of himself. "It was just... Unexpected, that's all" he said, but he knew she didn't seem sure of his answer. He studied her face carefully and noticed the worry in her eyes. It was because of him? She didn't have to know what he was there for. "I was looking for the exit. Do you know where it is?"

She giggled, suddenly moved by his apparent calmness. "Want me to accompany you?"

He didn't think when he answered. "Let's go."

Blair finally dropped her arm from his and they started walking. They didn't want to hurry for some reason, so they walked slowly as if they had stones under their feet. The real reason was that they both didn't want to say goodbye already. The first time and the followings had been painful. The last time they had not exactly waved goodbye had been too hard to handle. This was the first time after he saw her leaving for Monaco with her future husband that they were seeing each other. The first time they were alone after they had hardly letting go of the other after that Bat Mitzvah, the last occasion they had shared a happy moment together.

It felt awkward now being together at a hospital, the last place he expected her to be.

Chuck opened the exit door for her, and she got out. The sun made him close his eyes a bit and he instinctively looked at her. She exchanged his glance as if she had sensed his eyes on her, but they didn't say anything. It was as if both didn't know what to say.

He automatically turned left when he noticed where his limo was parked.

"Wait" Blair said, and his body barely shifted in her direction. "My car is over there" she pointed her finger to the opposite direction.

Chuck nodded and hardly smiled for a second. Silly him. He got used of her coming with him in his limo that he forgot they weren't together anymore. She had private cars now, maybe pricey than limos. She didn't need them or anything from him. She wasn't his anymore. She wouldn't ride in the same vehicle as him, ever.

"Sure" he smirked as sadness fled through him. He tried his best not to let her acknowledge how he was feeling. He opened his mouth as to add something, but no words came out.

This was goodbye, again. This was goodbye but they weren't ready yet.

Be strong.

"So... I have to go. Louis is waiting for me at home."

Chuck nodded and started walking away. He felt like saying something after two steps he made, and turned to her again. He was surprised she was still watching him... He sighed. "You know, you really seem happy Blair. You're glowing."

She smiled sweetly lowering her head a bit. She looked at him sheepishly. "Thanks."

He grinned back and walked to his limo, his fists unclenched. When he got in his vehicle he touched his ribs. It hurt so bad, and he had been so uncaring for days about the pain... He turned to check if she was still there. She was looking at his limo, and she kept looking until it took off. Once it did, he was sure he saw her smoothing her belly.

For the second time since he had fallen in love with Blair, he started imagining how it would be having a baby with her, and the thought saddened him more.

It would never happen.