A/N: Hi everyone! Here is my first fanfic ever, so I will thank everyone who review this story and leave his/her true opinion about it but... you know, don't broke my heart during the process ^^. I'm not from Great Britain , USA, Canada or any other country whose first language is English, so if you see any mistake I'd like to know it or even better, have a BETA.

I don't own anything related to GG, trade marks, songs included or whatever you recognize in this fanfic.

So... Thanks for reading, enjoy and leave a comment! Kisses. Molize

Prologue

··· Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life, trying make ends meet you're a slave to money then you die... ···

Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve

So... that's it? This is how life works? When you think your life couldn't get any worse it shows you what a bitch is... Chuck thought while lounged in his couch in 1812, scotch in hand. The suite was dark, blinds down in every window and lights turned off. If someone entered they'll thought the young Bass was away and that was exactly what he expected. He wanted to be alone, well... it was difficult to explain... things where complicated so hiding was a good solution to avoid them, and hiding alone is less suspicious; but in the other hand, he had spent the last three months alone (.) and thinking-scotch-get drunk was in the menu.

Everybody knows everything can get worse, at least it's said in Murphy's Law... but so so worse? Putting in order his recent memories from the last two years his life was an example of up's and down's. A boring beginning of junior year. Nate and Serena's secret discovered. Victrola's project. Bart's think is a bad idea. Nate and Blair break up. Blair comes to Victrola. Dance for me. I see her. Damn fluttering stomach. An amazing ride home. Blair wants Nate. Anger. Nate comes to me. Guilt. Nate needs her. More anger. Blair's B-Day. I like her. She doesn't. Jealousy. Nate doesn't show up. Blair sad. Guilt. Give a present never ever make a night sooo good. Secret affair. Nate and Blair as friends. I see red. I screw up everything. Boom. Loose Blair. Scarlet red. GG blast. Boom. Nate hates me. Blair now comes to me. Ha. Blackhole. Van der Basses. Fine with Lily. Really good with Eric. Really funny with S. Bart thinks I'm not good for them... as always. Weeding. Things with Nate and Blair gets good. Fear. Loose Blair again. Fight for her, fight for her, fight for her. Say you really love me... why not you? Why not both? We can. Flirt. Everything goes... fine, even with Bart...

And then the atomic bomb... Bart's been an accident. When you fight for something or someone and you loose it, it's hard, but that possibility is always in mind. When you loose someone that you thought as granted you simply are lost. What do you do now? Bart, his father, was someone granted. Ok, maybe his relationship wasn't the best between a father and his son. Sometimes Chuck felt as if he was a temp in Bass Industries, but at least it was something. He had killed her mother, the love of his father life, so in one way or another he could understand why Bart was like he was.

That night, the Snowflake Ball Night, he felt as a murdered. Yeah, a murdered. Because of his phone call, his father was coming to the ball to talk to Lily, and in this ride he died. It was easy to make the connections. He was not only his mother murdered but his father too. Great. And that made him realize something: I love someone, they die. He loved his parents (in an odd way, but yeah)... they die. So what then? He loved his friends (friendship way, of course), and Blair... what if he loved Blair? She will disappear from his life too?

Solution: being alone. Before Bart's funeral he had spent his time alone with some boxes with bottles of scotch but this wasn't enough... they could find him, she could find him... and they did, she did. She wanted to stand by him through anything. Why? Because she loved him. And that was the worst response she could have given to him. She loved him and how could not love her? He loved her and needed her. After a moment of weakness he had to dissipate and so he did... In her eyes like a coward but don't they say when you love someone you have to let it go?

And where did he go? Thailand. He planned the destination but everything which continued his adventure was a blur. Exactly his point. He didn't want to feel. Then, he came. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe the sensation that there was someone else in his family, but he accepted to come back to NYC. For what? A trap. His beloved uncle, Jack, who lived in Australia and he hadn't seen since forever came back to support his beloved nephew. It was like a bad cheesy film, however it didn't end in a good way. He had begun to rebuilt his life with his friends and even with Blair when the manipulative Basstard poisoned him with girls, drugs, drinks and whatever was a temptation in his yet weak moment because Jack wanted what he didn't. Bass Industries. He could have asked, played nicely, but no... Jack wanted the board members see what his nephew was in that moment and he succeed. What more he could lost? Let's see... In his list were family and his father's enterprise already, now he could add the damn Jackass (but, who wanted him?) and of course... Blair, this time definitely, because he hadn't let her go, she said she was done.

What was left? Money, money and equal amount of time. Chuck sat up slowly, his head was going to explode and left a long sigh.

"Well..." Chuck said as he left his empty glass on the coffee table. "You never have what you want when you want." Now he had two options, let it be, what it's done is done; or amend it, at least try to amend it. As he was analyzing the question in hand, his cell phone buzzed on the bar table.

"What the hell? A poltergeist?" At first he ignored all the calls, then he turned it off, but due to he has to make some call decided that the best thing was to put on automatic ignoring all the phone numbers of everyone who could call or leave a message to him, but actually, now that he thought about it... who will want to call? So this apparently text message was a surprise.

He approached the bar and sat up on a stool, his legs did not respond too well. "Why take risk and broke my head now that things get interesting?" Chuck said sardonically as he stretched his hand to his now silent phone. I could ignore it as everything else but curiosity kills me. Chuck thought.

"And the winner is..." Chuck stared confused at the author's name. What a beginners mistake. Chuck has always spent a great amount of time traveling around the world when problems arrived or he was simply bored, and in these little adventures he had met a lot of people who, of course, was in his agenda. Although he had not dignified to ignore those phone numbers because obviously they weren't people who would care enough to call, he has left one key number. While in New York everyone was involved in his problems direct or indirectly, there, at the other side of the Atlantic ocean, in neutral zone, maybe she could be a good help to decide which one of his options was the right one if even there was a right one. First, open the message and then decide... who knows? Perhaps she hates me too. That's what he did, opened it.

Hey! I heard about your father... and Jack. I couldn't make it 4 the funeral.

I called u, e-mailed u and no response.

This is my last try, 4 now.

Please, answer me. Call home. We're worried about u.

-K

"Call home. We're worried about you." Chuck repeated. These are the best words I heard in a while. He thought with a sad smile, if he hadn't ignored the other calls while he was is Thailand, he could have remembered more, that was an installment. "I tried Asia, I'm in America, a trip to Europe seems great in this living hell." Home. He has lost it too. That home she refers is not mine but it always has been a nice place. He look for the number phone he wanted and dialed.

At the second tone, his call was answered. Chuck sighed and talked. "Hey."

Here is the prologue... It's a bit slow, I know... Chuck was alone so it couldn't have a lot of dialogue. This is a Chuck and Blair fanfic so don't worry about that K (K is not for Katy... is someone completely mine) and I hope you will like her and "them", remember "we're worried about you".

I plan, at first, due to Chuck will travel to Europe, write half chapter Blair and the other half Chuck, but maybe the first chapter will be also only Chuck... I'm not sure, what do you think? Obviously there will not be interaction between them in the beginning but they're will be in their conversations A LOT.