Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or Heroes. But I do love both of the programmes. =)

What if everything you though was yours, wasn't? All the things, the memories you were told were lies. What would you do? When all your reality, everything you though was real, came crashing down on you? How could you cope? How could you go on? When everything changed? Even yourself. When I look back on it all. Years I spent believing, this was real. This is my live. Turn out to be a lie. I'm not the same person I was. I'm different. And I guess I'm glad that I'm different. And if I had a choice between this life I have now or the life of lies I lived for I think now I would chose this life. No matter if… I would lose them. To me now I doesn't matter anymore. Because by choosing this life… it means leaving everyone in my lies old life. It means lose them all. And now I think maybe… it was all for the best.

1 year ago…

"DOROTA" screamed a unruly eighteen year old Blair.

Dorota sighed as she races to miss Blair's room.

"What is the matter Miss Blair?" asked an exhausted Dorota.

"We have a party emergency, Dorota," Blair practically screamed.

"How so," Dorota asked cautiously and calmly. If miss Blair's is stressed then it not a good to be in the same room. Or hearing range.

"HOW SO? What do you mean how so? My mother's party is in less than a hour, and the caters are not here," screamed Blair, she paused as she saw Dorota's face grow pale, sighing, "I'm sorry Dorota, it's just this is the first time mother, ever let me arrange a party for her. I want to make it big. Special. I want her… to be proud of me. You know. It's just, all the time, I'm just an model to show off her dresses."

"It will be special Miss Blair." softly spoke Dorota. Poor miss Blair. She looks strong but deep down she still just a little girl wanting her mummy's approval. Suddenly the door rang.

"Oh the caters, are here," said a smiling Blair.

2 hours later…

"Blair!" squealed an excited blonde hair girl. As she ran up to Blair and gave her a hug.

"Serna," replied the equally excited brunette. Blair and Serna had been best friends forever. They were always close. No matter what happen they were always there for each other. The party had been good so far. Even her mother was impressed.

"Come on, let's dance," said Serna as she pulled Blair, to a place where they could dance. Blair only laughed. She smiled as she was dragged away by her best friend.

Later that night…

It was later. It must have been past 3 in the morning after the party had finished. Eleanor Waldorf, stood silently, in the dead of night, pressing the buttons on her phone to a certain number.

"Harold, are you there?" asked a worried Eleanor.

"Eleanor, isn't it early in Manhattan," said a slightly sleepily Harold.

"Harold this is important… it's starting again," franticly whispered Eleanor.

Over in France, Harold dropped his coffee on the floor at the sound of the words it starting again….

"I be right there," said Harold without hesitation. As started to call another number.

"Hello, yes I would like to book the next flight to Manhattan…"

A/N: Hey. =) Okay… what do you think? This idea came randomly to me and I know there no heroes in this chapter but there will be soon ;) Review. =) and thanks for reading =)