A/N: Okay I was just completing a project about the events on 9/11 and it gave me this plot idea. So this story will take place during the events of the twin towers collapse. Set after the events of Pret-A-Poor J. Bart Bass is still alive and a main character in this story. Here we go…

Rating: T for Teen

Disclaimer: I do not own gossip girl or any of its characters.

Chuck Bass woke up the morning of September 11th to see a call girl asleep next to him. He removed the covers from his body and took a shower to rinse off the smell of her. She wasn't someone who you cuddle with and wake up with in your arms after a night of passion. She was just someone to be used once and thrown away, to fill an empty gap in his heart- a gap that has never been filled until a certain brunette came into his life.

Yes that girl would be a beautiful brunette named Blair Waldorf. His best friend's ex-girlfriend. He wished he could wake up with her in his arms every morning but, they could never be like that. They're Blair and Chuck. He was still hurt from last night's events even though he was the one to say "in the future." He knew it was the right thing to do to wait. So after he went to a bar and drowned his sorrows in alcohol and picked up a random girl he has never talked to in his life. That was supposed to make him feel better, but it didn't. It never does.

Chuck checked the time on that Tuesday morning to see it was 8:00A.M. He figured he should go to school but first off Chuck wanted to visit his father. He usually was always on business trips but last night he came home and Chuck didn't want to waste this opportunity. Chuck felt that his father never loved him. In fact Chuck never heard those three words come out of his thin pursed lips. The fact that every time he wanted to spend time with him, he happened to be "busy."

Chuck walked out of the bathroom dressed and groomed to see the call girl awake on his bed.

"Where were we?" Her raspy voice echoed off the walls. Chuck didn't even know her name.

Chuck opened his wallet and tossed her a couple Benjamin's and said," You know where to let yourself out."

The girl picked up her clothes and snatched the bills on the bed without even a goodbye. Chuck liked it better that way. He stood there for a moment taking the silence in. No matter how much he pretended those girls were Blair, it was never the same.

He dismissed the thought and left suite 1812 feeling lonely. He usually always felt this way not having many people to talk too. Chuck took the elevator down to the main floor and walked across the foyer of the hotel. Chuck found that he was at his destination and knocked on the door.

"Come in," his fathers commanding voice boomed.

Chuck opened the door to find his father face down in mountains of paperwork. "Father how was the trip to Miami?" Chuck greeted.

Big Bart Bass looked up, his features sunken and a hard expression on his face, "Charles, what are you still doing here? You should be at school right now."

Chuck swallowed hard. That was usually their greeting to each other. Chuck would ask how his father's trip went and his father would find something to criticize him on. "I-I thought I would stop by and say hello before school."

"Really, is that so? What did you do this time?"

"Nothing. What's so bad about your son wanting to talk to you?"

"Charles I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. What you would like to say will have to wait. Where is Tom?" Bart asked his secretary.

"He said he cannot make it. Bad traffic," Bart's secretary replied.

"Of course. Charles, why don't you make yourself useful and deliver this package for me, since school does not have any importance to you."

Chuck wanted to protest but his father had that look in his eye that said "do it" he also didn't want to let his father down," Sure, where would you like for me to deliver it to?"

"The World Trade Centre, the south tower. Just go to the receptionist's desk and she will take it. Tell her it is for the 105th floor office number 5. Got it?"

"Yes father," was all Chuck could muster.

Bart checked his watch," Good you have twenty minutes so get a move on."

Chuck nodded and with that, Chuck exited the Palace and quickly told his driver the directions and was off.

Chuck knew Manhattan like the back of his hand to know that without any traffic the building was only maybe 10 minutes away.

Five minutes have passed and it seemed like they haven't moved at all.

"What's taking so long?" Chuck asked his driver.

" I'm sorry Mr. Bass but the there is very heavy traffic everywhere!"

"My dad said for this package to be at the World Trade Center by 9:00 sharp."

"I understand that Mr. Bass but-"

"There are no buts if you want to keep your job then you'll have me there by 9:00!" Chuck exclaimed. Honestly some people just don't understand.

Chuck checked his watch, 8:56 A.M. He looked out the window to see they were almost there. Chuck looked away and did a double take. There was debris everywhere. You'd think they would keep the streets clean. This was supposed to be one of the nicer parts of New York.

Blair Waldorf sat in class thinking of the events of last night. Her heart ached just thinking back to what happened. She was up all night thinking and probably looked terrible. To top it all off the Basshole didn't even show up to school today. He probably was off somewhere in Europe partying and thinking of how stupid she was to believe that he wanted to do it right.

She hadn't had a chance to tell Serena yet but she would be useless like always. She looked over at her best friend who was secretly texting with a smile plastered on her face. Since that Artsy- Fartsy guy came into her life that's all she ever talks about. It's so annoying because all she ever talks about is herself! Blair shifted her focus on the lesson when she felt her cell phone vibrating in her pocket.

Are you okay?

-S

Of course now she realizes something is wrong, but Blair would never admit to that.

I'm fine

-xoxo B

A couple minutes later her best friend responded.

Are you sure?

-S

Positive now I think you should stop secretly texting your boyfriend and pay attention to the lesson.

XOXO B

He is not my boyfriend!

-S

Blair rolled her eyes.

Please he's all you ever talk about

XOXO B

"Ms. Waldorf what do you think?"

Blair's head flew up," I agree," she covered.

"With what?"

"That the holocaust was very terrible and probably could have been avoided."

"Very good."

Blair felt relief and zoned out- again. She just had a bad feeling about something, but she couldn't pinpoint what.

Bart was in his office when he received a text message from his son at 9:10A.M. Of course Chuck couldn't make it in time. His son never did anything right.

It's okay Charles. Please still deliver the package and I will call your school to inform them why you are late.

Hopefully the new offer will still have a chance. Bart continued to work when the time got away from him. His frazzled secretary stumbled into his room dropping files as he came.

"David what is the matter?"

"The world trade centre," was all he could say.

"What about it?" Bart asked frustrated.

"It just collapsed."

Chuck exasperated at this point told his driver," walking will be faster than this." Just as he was about to open the door the muffled sounds of sirens blared all around him.

"What the hell?"

Chuck saw people running in the opposite direction. What was going on? He was about to open the door when his driver locked the door.

"Arthur I think we have established that walking would be faster than this."

"No Mr. Bass were here, but I can't let you out."

"What now Arthur?"

"Look up." Chuck did as he was told and was dumbfounded to see the scene before him. Smoke was coming out of the twin towers. There was an inferno of red flames near the upper floors and pieces of debris were flying off the building.

Just then a firefighter came and knocked on the door. Arthur opened the window and the firefighter was in hysterics,"What are you guys doing here? We need to get you out now!"

"What's going on?" Chuck demanded.

"There is no time to explain now come on both of you!" Chuck didn't need to be told twice. The firefighter took each of them by the arm and dragged them away. They were about 250 meters away from the building when they saw people waiting in the distance and pointing up. Chuck looked back to see people jumping out of the building. For once Chuck felt bad for those innocent people. They were at the wrong place at the wrong time. They were almost a block away when he heard screams and shouts but mostly a loud crashing noise. All three of them turned around and Chuck though he saw his life flash before his eyes. One of the twin towers collapsed. Immediately lots of smoke circulated the place. Chuck saw smoke heading towards them and panicked. They continued to run but an emergency ambulance almost hit him separating himself from the others. He could hear his driver yelling his name but he could no longer see. He turned to see the smoke had caught up with him and finding it difficult to breath. The smoke was a thick charcoal grey and Chuck couldn't see anything. He began to cough ferociously and knew his life was coming to an end. He kept walking forward many thoughts circulating in his mind. How he never proved himself to his father and Blair. Blair. He knew then instantly he wasn't in denial anymore. He loved her and she would never know it.

It was getting more difficult to breath but Chuck kept fighting. All he could hear was a blur of sirens, screaming and a fire blazing. Chuck dropped to his knees and couldn't walk any longer. He stayed close to the ground and continued to cough. It felt like an eternity. Chuck had a disturbing thought, just kill me already! Suddenly he heard another loud bang. Chuck knew that must have been the other building collapsing. Another layer of smoke came over him and Chuck knew he was a few breaths away from death. His vision became blurry but he could faintly hear the voices of people. Suddenly everything went black.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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