Hello, my dear Dairlings!

I've wanted to write this fic since the season 5 finale, but I never had time, so here it is now. As you read on the summary, it's based on the movie The family man with Nicholas Cage, but of course I will change some events to make them fit the story.

It's based after season 5 and it mostly counts the events of season 6, except the birth of Baby Bass (ugh).

Forgive my mistakes, I tried the best to correct them all, though.

I really hope you like it, and reviews would be very much appreciated! (:

Blair Waldorf had everything she ever wanted.

At only 30 years old, she was one of the most famous designer in New York City and owner of the Waldorf Design, which now had filials in Paris, London and Milan besides the Big Apple. She got invited to parties and events every night of the week and her days were busy with meetings and appointments. She barely had a moment for herself, but she didn't mind. The more she worked, the less time she had to think about her non existent love life. After her divorce with Chuck, happened more than seven years before, she had never had a stable relationship, or she had wanted one. One night stands -that she used to find absolutley disgusting - became her weekly routine.

Women did have needs, after all.

She finally had the life she had dreamed of when she was younger: she was a powerful woman all on her own, and she couldn't be more fullfilled or satisfied.

When she woke up the morning of December 24th 2022, she had no idea how much her life would change in the span on 24 hours.

She was in an incredibly good mood when she got up, knowing that that day she would expose to her colleagues her innovative ideas about the new collection. She got into the shower singing softly and by the time she got dressed her voice had increased about ten times. Still singing, she got to the elevator, whose doors were just about to close, and got in just in time. She stopped singing as soon as she realized she wasn't alone.

" Oh, keep singing " a middle aged man smiled at her " I love that song "

" Thank you, mister Miles " Blair smiled back while pressing the elevator button " but I'd better keep my voice for today. I'll need it "

" Working on Christmas Eve? You should spend the day with the family "

" My parents are in Paris " she answered shortly " And work never ends "

" Have a nice day, then " said mister Miles as they arrived at the first floor.

" You too. Marry Christmas " she answered stepping out of the elevator. She started singling soflty again while walking to the car that was expecting her, and she kept humming all the way to work, holding between her hands the folder with the project of the new collection.

" Hi, Marla " she greeted her twenty years old assistant swith a smile. She had hired Marla two years before, when the red-head was just eighteen and she had just graduated from High School. Sure, she was young, but she was incredibly talented and always had a lot of ideas for the collections. Blair couldn't have found a better assistant.

" Any calls or messages? " she asked, expecting a no for an answer; even as busy as she was, nobody dared to talk to her before eight in the morning.

" Yes, actually " answered Marla, looking through the papers to find the message " A certain Daniel Humphrey "

Blair froze.

What would Dan Humphrey want form her after all these years?

" What... what did he want? " she asked carefully.

" Mmm... he left no message, actually " said Marla " He just left his new phone number and asked for you to call him as soon as possible. Everything all right? " she added, seeing taht Blair hadn't moved or uttered a word.

" Yeah, yeah, don't worry " she answered, still dazed.

" ... may I ask you who this man is? "

Blair had never mentioned Dan to anyone since she left him all those years ago, but she knew she could trust Marla and she honestly needed someone to talk to: she basically had no friends.

" He's, umm... he's an ex of mine. We... we broke up more than ten years ago. I broke up with him, actually " she added looking at the floor, embarrassed. Thinking about that moment of her life always made her feel uncomfortable " We haven't heard from each other in years, since... since I married Chuck and he married my... best friend, Serena "

" Wait " Marla interrupted her " Dan Humphrey the writer? "

" Yes " answered Blair shortly.

" And... Serena as in Serena Van Der Woodsen the model? The one that had those drug problems? "

" The one and the only "

" Well " Marla spoke up excitedly " I read that they got divorce, like... eons ago! Maybe he wants another chance! "

Blair laughed, not entirely amused " You read to many love novels, Marla. He's probably just feeling lonely or wanted to wish me a merry Christmas "

" So you're not gonna call him back? " her assistant looked disappointed.

Blair shook her head, proud of her decison. She was done with the past " No. You can throw the number away " she said before walking to her office; she pretended not to notice that Marla had kept the note.

The day went on as usual, and if Blair was a little distracted, no one noticed or asked why. She explained the project to her colleagues, listened to a thousand complaints about having to work on Christmas Eve, made a few phone calls, yelled at her assistant, had a quick lunch and listened to other complaints. When she finally closed the last folder she had to examinate, it was eight o' clock and it was already dark outside. However, when Marla had asked her if she wanted her to call for a cab, Blair said no and decided to go for a walk instead.

She inhalated the cold December air and she felt a little calmer; she had been thinking about Dan all day long, wondering why he would call her of all people after all those years. She was absent mindedly looking at the window shops when something caught her eye. An old, beautiful film projector, like the ones she had always dreamed to have, was looking at her from the window, almost looking like a reminder of what her life had been before.

She hadn't watched the classic movies she used to love in years. The last time she had put on the DVD of Breakfast at Tiffany she and Chuck were married from a few months. They had been sitting on the couch in their new penthouse and she was oddly excited for them to watch her favorite movie together, since she had tried to force him to sit through it with her at least one hundred times. But by half of the movie, Chuck had declared the plot was boring, Holly wasn't that much of a character and that he absolutely hated Paul. Then he had fallen asleep and Blair had to watch the movie alone.

After her divorce with Chuck, happened about a year after that scene, she had never watched again any of the classics she liked so much; it was too much of a reminder of the mistakes she had made. So looking at that window shop after knowing Dan had called was too much. She turned around and entered a bar quickly, telling herself it was Christmas Eve and she could allow herself to get a little drunk.

The bar was small and not exactly the kind of place she would usually go to. There were a few people sitting by themselves - probably borken hearted who tried to drowing their sorrows in alcohol - and the bartender was cunting the few money he had made that day. Blair was just about to order when one of the broken hearted guys, who had obviously drank too much, cut her off in the middle of the sentence to order another drink. The bartender gave him a dirty look and shook his head.

" You've had enough for tonight " he said wisely, and Blair silently agreed with him.

But the man evidently didn't, because he started yelling and threatenign the man on the counter, who wasn't intimidated at all. Not until the man pulled out a gun from his jacket and aimed at his head.

It was chaos.

The few people in the bar started screaming, but the man silenced them with a gesture of his gun. Blair stood, frozen, next to the bar counter, her hands gripping the cold marble.

" Well, well, well, if you don't want to give me something to drink, you might at least give me your money so I can go somewhere else " started the man.

" I - I don't have much " the bartened blurted out, nervous.

" How much do you have? "

" One - one hunderd dollars... is that enough? "

" It's not much " siad the man, scratching his chin " If I have to take money from someone I might as well get something substantial "

Nobody spoke.

" I just want some money, okay? " the man raised his voice " And if I don't get it, someone might get hurt! "

" Wait! " Blair cursed herself the moment she opened her mouth " How much do you need? "

" How about five hundred? "

" Okay " said Blair, trying to keep calm " I have my checkbook with me "

" And you'd pay five hundred bucks like this? " the man was now looking at her with new interest.

" Yeah " she answered firmly " I can't let you hurt this people "

The man seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded " Okay. Everybody gets out of here " he moved his gun again and the few people plus the bartender literally flew the local. Blair signed quickly the check with unsteady hand and handed it to the man, who smiled. He didn't even look that drunk anymore " Thank you, Blair "

Her heart stopped for a second " How do you know my name? "

The guy shrugged " You have a Blair face " he said, before opening the local's door and walking out. She stood frozen for a moment, then followed into the cold December air.

" Wait! " she exclaimed, calling him loudly, since he was already by the end of the street. She didn't even know what she was doing, why she was even trying to talk to this guy, but she couldn't shake the feeling she had to do it " Listen... why don't you throw that gun away? One day you'll find yourself doing something you'll regret "

The man truned around and looked at her, with an amused smile on his face " Are you actually trying to save me? " he asked, before laughing out loud " This woman thinks I need to be saved! " he screamed in the direction of a woman who was passing by.

Blair rolled her eyes, but she had no intention of giving up. She knew she was right " Well, everybody needs something "

The man stopped laughing and raised his eyebrow " And what do you need? "

" Me? "

" You. You just said it, everybody needs something "

Blair smiled, finally feeling she was able to control the situation. The answer was so easy " I have everything I need "

The man laughed again " Oh, Blair, Blair. Remember you brought this on yourself " he told her, before starting to walk away.

" Brought what on myself? " she asked, but the man was already to far for him to hear her.

She looked at him disappear at the corner of the street, then shook her head; that man was proabably insane. She pulled out her cellphone to call a cab to bring her home and when she got there, she immediatly wore her nightgown and went to sleep; the day had been really tiring. She kept turning around under her covers, thinking about all the things she would do and all the people she would meet the day after, after she got out of her bed.

Too bad the next morning she woke up into a bed that wasn't hers.

As I said, reviews would be very much appreciated.

Take a hint :P