Title: In Love And War
Pairing: Chair
Status: In progress
Summary: In the year 2012, war has finally ended between China and USA. In a post-war world, can Blair and Chuck rediscover love? I don't own Gossip Girl.
"Mother! How can this be happening? To us!" Blair Waldorf's wail could be heard from very far away. Eleanor Waldorf raised her thin, aristocratic eyebrows at her daughter and sighed. "Blair, would you just calm down? This is a minor setback," she calmly replied.
She eyed the men who were currently taking out her daughter's plush cream couch. Blair was too busy to stop the men, having been throwing a fit. "Stop it! Blair, you will handle this maturely and sensibly. Not like a little brat!" her mother said snappishly. Blair turned to her mother angrily. "You don't understand! My world is ending! Just as the war's over!" she whined and stomped out dramatically.
Eleanor sighed, and brought out a sheaf of papers. "I guess it's not the time to tell her about this," she muttered. She scanned the top paper, reading the head: "Dr. Claire Smith, Neurologist".
Chuck bass smirked and relaxed against a black leather wing chair. "This is the life…" he sighed contentedly. Well, at least as content as he could be.
It was a miracle that the Bass family were not affected by the massive economic crisis (read: WAR) while his old group of friends and many others fell with the economy. Milan was glitzy and fresh as ever, regardless of these hard times. Chuck enjoyed Milan; for it was far better than half-reduced-to-ashes New York. He grinned at the thought of Blair poor and beggarly. It amused him greatly. How could the immaculate Ice Queen ever be beggarly?
"Bart, is that you? This is Eleanor. If you don't remember, you owe me a favor. It's about time you paid me back. Meet me at Café de Amore at 4 today. Do not be late." Bartholomew Bass rewound the answering machine, and listened intently, not believing his ears? Eleanor? Demanding a favor? It was highly improbable. He checked the clock, 3:35. Good. Enough time to hop in his limousine and head to the café. He shrugged on his cashmere coat. Time to see what Eleanor wanted.
Blair sulked, alone, cold and desolate in the ruins of what used to be Battery Park. She swallowed her tears, because despite her pathetic situation, she did not cry. It was her rule. She, Blair Waldorf, Queen of Constance! Reduced to poverty! She laughed bitterly. She was so very far from her old life. It was obvious she wanted it back.
*Flashback*
There she was, strutting down the streets of New York City, in her casual clothes that cost a fortune. She passed by Serena, and smiled. They linked arms and walked, no, sauntered to Constance. This was just a simple day, nothing out of the ordinary in her old life.
*End of Flashback*
She gritted her teeth. It hurt just to think about it. Her old life. Where thousands of dollars were a miniscule amount, nothing of real consequence. Now, it was a prized amount. It was held with reverence. She stood up and dusted off the rubble off her Prada coat, one that she hid away from the war and the looters. She hid other things as well. She learned to be very, very, crafty.
And she just wasn't Blair Waldorf anymore. She was now even more bitter and cynical Blair, angsty and deprived by the war of the things important to her. And she was so very miserable, sitting alone in a place she didn't want to be.
Eleanor leaned across the table. "Will you do it?" she asked. He nodded solemnly. "For your sake, Eleanor. And yes, it was well-hidden." He replied, smiling at her. She felt a stab of relief. At least her Blair had some safety. And security.