Doctor Who Meets Blair Waldorf:

Title- Ms Waldorf and the Doctor

Summary- Crossover fic Doctor Who/Gossip Girl 10th Doctor meets with Blair Waldorf by chance. She's not what he expects nor is he anything which she is used too.

Set after Season 4 Doctor Who- Journey's End

Set after- Season 2 Gossip Girl Episode 2x08- Pret-a-Poor-J, Spoilers for "There Might Be Blood" episode 2x09 and some other things I have heard on the web and a lot of things I will just be making up.

Disclaimers: I do not own Gossip Girl or Doctor Who.

Where it always starts- The Beginning-

Graduation with an absent father (flight delayed) and an absent mother (fashion crisis). No acceptance letter to Yale, as of yet. Best Friend occupied in a triangle to which both men were not her equal and in no way deserved her. The man she thought once to be her prince charming wrapped around a scheming simpering wannabe and the one she loved, well he too was occupied with someone she held in contempt. Blair Waldorf was alone; something she should be used to but has never mastered the art of, like her mother who surrounded herself with her business and her name when her husband abandoned her for another man.

Suspecting that Chuck had taken up with the reject Brooklynite Vanessa was something, something horrid, but bearing witness to it was much worse. Her heart had paused in beating moments after seeing the two of them together in suite 1812, even though she had seen the clothes strewn around on the floor and could hear the murmurs behind the door she hardly hesitated opening. Ever since his father's death Chuck Bass had been pushing her away, if only she had known it was so he could go slumming with someone lower than the help she wouldn't have wasted so much time tiring to be there for him, trying to support him, trying to allow him to let her love him. She had loved him but now she hated that Chuck Basstard. This was not how her movie was supposed to be. She was the heroine; she should have ended up with the guy not all alone wondering the streets of New York.

Blair wiped tears from her cheek and looked around her, she had no idea where she was; Blair blamed Chuck for this most recent unfortunate occurrence in her life.

Seeing the two entwined together she had gasped. Vanessa noticed her first and then Chuck; she watched as the two fumbled with trying to cover themselves and Chuck wrapped a sheet around his lower half and Vanessa used a pillow to hide behind. Blair thinks maybe Chuck said her name, she thinks maybe he tried to follow her as she fled from the scene, but she couldn't be sure since she never turned around to see if he did and the blood rushing in her ears with the beating of her pounding heart deafened her to any other sounds as she raced out of the Palace into a waiting taxi demanding the driver to drive she hadn't cared at that precise time as to where she went as long as it was away from that Mother Chucker who dared break her heart twice.

All Blair's young adult life she has strived to not be her parents, yet somehow she now embodied both of her parents' most fatal flaws. Running away from her troubles and loving someone who could never love her back the way she loved them.

The ride seemed to last an infinite amount of time as she cried until her eyes ached and prayed that no one saw her this out of control and if they did see her at the very least she hoped they didn't have a camera phone to document this humiliating moment in her life as so many other moments had been. Her head had hurt and her ears had rung and she could have sworn she heard the faint notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata echoing inside her head so much so she had made the driver stop and she got out hoping the fresh air would help.

The sounds had driven her onward with each step, as she had carelessly wiped tears away from her check. She walked until her feet ached and the music faded to silence, allowing her befuddled brain to clear and assess the situation she was now in; alone, who knows where, in New York, at night, with no taxi in sight. She was in essence screwed and it was all that Basshole's fault.

Blair looked over her shoulder at the building behind her. The brick was breaking, the glass window read Strangers Antiques, the door was a faded blue; the store reminded her of those black and white photos her father had shown her of New York during the Victorian Age. She felt compelled to enter as the sounds of the sonata being hummed beckoned her. Inside she felt almost transported, like she had stepped through time, she watched as the old shop keeper, dressed in a way that was dated, dusted the mahogany shelves. Blair shivered and her breath was seen in the air as she walked around the shop until a small antique box caught her eyes, it was Fabergé-like in appearance, the ornamentation on the outside was a jeweled horse drawn carriages set against a midnight blue giving the illusion of carriage rides at night and when she touched the box she felt a whispering inside her head.

"Good choice" A raspy voice sounded behind her. Blair jumped, startled as she faced the ancient shop keeper. She watched as he took the box from the shelf and went to an antique register and rung up the box for her to purchase. Blair vaguely remembers paying the older man and leaving the store, and she recalls a taxi had been waiting patiently for her outside to take her home. She does not remember the journey home or even entering the building, nor the ride in the elevator, the next moment she knows with some clarity is she is now in her room dressed for bed with her newly purchased box placed on her vanity. When she glanced at the Tiffany clock at her bedside, she noticed the hands to be set at three; Blair realized she had lost more than half the night as she turned her lights off, perplexed by all that had occurred. Blair closed her eyes as she slipped between her Egyptian cotton sheets as her mind chanted a mantra that would make Scarlet O'Hara proud; she would worry about all this tomorrow, tomorrow would be a new day and maybe today was but a dream that would cease to exist tomorrow.