Spoiler Alert! This will give away a lot of stuff from the season 3 finale. So don't read this if you haven't seen the finale!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gossip Girl show, or book series, obviously.

AN: Hi! This is my first Gossip Girl fan fiction. I'm already having trouble waiting for September to find out if Chuck's alive or not, so I decided to write my version of what happens after the season finale. Just so you know, I don't like Jenny or Vanessa. So I probably won't do their point of views. I might not do Dan too much either, because although I like him, I'm not sure how to write about the whole Georgina pregnancy thing. I think I'll leave that with the Gossip Girl writers. I'm a total Chair shipper, even after Chuck and Jenny (gross-but I still think it was more Jenny's fault-he told her to leave if she wanted), and everything Chuck did. I'm mad at what he did, but he's still my favorite or one of my favorite characters on the show. Anyway, I've talked way too much now, so please, just read and review! I would love some feedback. Also, if you have any comments on the season finale, say those in a review too! I would love to hear what everyone is thinking.

And all in an instant everything changes. We leave the past behind and speed toward the unknown; our future. We set out for far-off places and try to find ourselves. Or try to lose ourselves, exploring pleasures closer to home.

The problems start when we refuse to let change happen and cling to old habits.

But if we hold on to the past too tight, the future may never come.

'Till Death do us part.

Xoxo,

Gossip Girl

Blair

Serena and I toasted to a perfect summer. I didn't let her know how much I was hurting. It was easy to cover that up with expensive champagne and designer clothing. I missed Chuck so much. But I couldn't allow him to hurt me anymore. What he'd done, all of it, was unforgivable. I would love him forever.

But now was time for new starts. Serena and I, in Paris. I would find myself, and maybe lose Chuck if I was lucky. For now, I just wanted to forget…

Serena

Blair and I clinked glasses. I had a feeling of happiness yet loss inside. I missed Nate. But now just wasn't the time. I didn't go to Brown because I needed to find myself. And I still hadn't. It was why I wasn't with Nate anymore. I hoped that Paris would help. When I came back, maybe I would be ready. And maybe Nate would wait for me.

Nate

I wanted to forget Serena. Chuck was in Prague when I needed him most, and Serena and Blair were gone. Dan was there, but how could he help? I wasn't sure, despite my apology and his, if I wanted to trust him again. No one was there for me. But Chuck had left one thing behind-his little black book. It was a remedy that always seemed to help Chuck. Would it help me? I hoped so. I needed to forget the girl that I had loved for years. It wouldn't be easy. But maybe the two girls next to me would make up, just for a little bit, for the gaping hole that Serena had left behind.

Chuck

"I thought you didn't love me anymore! I didn't care whether I lived or died, Jenny Humphrey was just-"

"DON'T say her name! Or anything to me, ever again,"

Blair had interrupted. Didn't let me explain. I guess there really was no excuse for what I did. But that was what I did when I was upset-Blair knew that. She knew me better than anyone else. I wished she had understood that I loved her, not little Jenny Humphrey, or anyone else.

But it still wouldn't be enough.

I had sold her for the hotel. Stupid. The hotel had never meant as much to me as she had. I should have known she would never really forgive me.

"Love makes everything simple,"

she had told me. But it wasn't simple at all when she told me to never speak to her again.

I shouldn't have slept with Jenny. But there she was, right in front of me, broken like me. I couldn't resist. I was drunk. It was stupid. It was a mistake. I had given her a way out. She should have left when she had the chance. But she hadn't.

Excuses. I deserved everything I got.

"I don't want to be alone," Jenny had told me.

"Me neither," I had responded.

Was that why I was in Prague now? Because I didn't want to be alone? Was that why I was talking to hookers in the street, something about velvet? I'd already forgotten. All I remembered was that they'd scurried off like scared mice. And they should be scared of me. Blair was scared of me. They all had reason to be. Look what I'd done to everyone I loved.

I saw the guys coming towards me, but I barely thought about why. But then they were searching me, and I knew what they wanted. I was getting mugged. Oh well. What could they take? I didn't have anything left that mattered anymore.

"Hey…don't…" I said halfheartedly as they grabbed me.

"I've got lots of money…" The one thing I had. Money. But the one thing that I didn't want.

"I'm Chuck Bass…" What did that even mean anymore? What had it ever meant? I had told Blair that I wasn't Chuck Bass without her. It didn't matter anymore.

But somewhere in my drunken mind, I remembered the ring. The ring I had carried around the past week. It was Blair's. The bittersweet reminder of us. Of what could have been. They couldn't take that. Take that, I had nothing.

"Hey…hey…HEY!" I shouted now, as they reached into the pocket with the little black box with the ring inside in it.

"C'mon, c'mon…not that." I pleaded. "If you take me to a bank I'll give you the money!" It's not like they could even understand me. But I wouldn't give up. This was for Blair.

"JUST LET ME KEEP THE BOX!"

I was struggling now. As hard as I could. Not a good idea when you were being mugged. But I didn't know he had the gun.

It didn't matter in the end. I stood rigid as the shot hit me. In the stomach. People died from that. People died from getting shot, I thought. But not me. I wouldn't….my thoughts became jumbled as I was slowly falling to the ground. I would die fighting for Blair. She would never know it, but at least my last act would be for love.

It was good she would never know. I didn't want her to forgive me. I didn't deserve it.

I deserved to die alone, was my last coherent thought as I drifted off into nothingness, hoping, that finally, the pain would end.

Brittany

My name is Brittany. A very American name, for a girl living in Prague. But I had relatives here. Not that I lived with them, anymore. I needed to make my own living.

Which is what I was doing that morning. I was coming back from the night's…adventures, I guess you could say. Hey, a girl has to make a living.

Look at Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. It worked out pretty well in the end for her. Why not for me? I would get my happily ever after, someday.

I may be a prostitute, but I'm not a bad person.

You see people on the streets being mugged, or hurt, or shot, or even killed a lot here. You just walk quickly past and hope that you're not the next victim. But…when I saw the boy on the abandoned street in the early morning light, I couldn't just leave him there. There was no one around. Whoever had done this to him was gone. They wouldn't hurt me.

I cautiously walked up to him. The last thing I wanted to do was see a dead body. But I worked this area often. I had been here early last night. There had been no body then. Now there was. So unless this boy had been injured badly enough to die in the night, I wouldn't be seeing a dead body anytime soon.

I hoped.

I saw that it was bad as I got closer. I almost didn't walk any further, but I had to. The sight of the bloody body was gruesome yet compelling. I walked closer and then kneeled down next to the victim.

He wasn't awake, that much was clear. He had a bullet wound in his stomach. Not a good place to be shot. Then again, there was no good place to be shot.

I drew my eyes away from the wound. There would be time to examine it later. I took his limp wrist in my hands and felt for a pulse.

I almost felt as if my heart stopped while I waited for the beat. It felt like hours I was waiting. But it must have only been a few seconds because all of a sudden I felt –

Thump.

It was light and slow and frail, but there was a pulse. He was still alive! I let go of a breath I hadn't been aware I was holding. But I glanced at the wound again and flinched. He wouldn't be alive for long. How long did I have? An hour or two, at the most. Probably less. I knew there was a payphone near here. I would have to use some of my scarce money, but it would be worth it. For some reason I felt the need to help this boor boy.

I quickly ran to the payphone, taking out some of my recent pay. Hands shaking, I inserted the money and dialed the number for an emergency.

Lily

I knew what he had done to Jenny, but I couldn't hate Charles for the life of me. He was not only legally my son. He was my son in my heart, too, even though he wasn't my son in blood. He had taken Jenny's virginity. But I strongly suspected that she had been equally involved. He may have taken advantage of her because she was younger, but she had also taken advantage of him while he was upset over some recent drama with Blair. I had seen the gossip girl posts about Chuck and Blair over Serena's shoulder. I wanted their drama to end. I knew how much they loved each other, and I wanted Charles to be happy. But I knew why Blair was mad, at the same time.

But I couldn't be mad at him. I still loved him.

I wondered what he was doing now. I had called his suite at the hotel, and Nate had picked up. He didn't sound too good. I knew that Serena had broken up with him, even after he had forgiven her for her "family reunion". I loved Serena, but sometimes I just couldn't understand her.

I had asked for Charles, but Nate told me that he'd gone away to Prague. Probably trying to make himself feel better. He always disappeared when things were at their worst.

But the best thing about things being at their worst is that they can only get better. I hoped Charles knew that.

I hoped he was okay.

Chuck

I thought I heard sirens. Who was hurt? I didn't seem to be able to open my eyes, or move any part of my body.

But I felt the pain. It was terrible, raw pain. There were voices all around. Speaking frantic words I couldn't understand. Where was I?

Then I felt the other pain hit me. The one almost stronger than the physical pain. But I could barely remember what it was about. I heard a shot ringing in my ears…I saw a girl with curly saying something to me…yelling…I saw a ring in a black box…they had taken the ring…

I was trying to catch the stray images and thoughts floating around in my head and make sense of them, but I couldn't. I was groggy and disoriented, and soon I couldn't remember anything at all.