Author's note: My dearest readers, hello and welcome to my story! It's been a very long time since I've posted anything on here and I feel very out of the loop - it's also my first time posting anything in the "Gossip Girl" section and I'm a bit nervous... I've read so many incredible and remarkable Chuck and Blair pieces on here and I can only hope that my attempt at writing these two phenomenal characters is at all readable! I love these two characters so much and after watching episode 2:13 ("O, Brother Where Bart Thou?") I needed more details. That scene near the end where Chuck is in Blair's room and she hugs him, they share a few hours together and I wondered what could have happened during those hours... Did anything transpire between them, or was there only silence? Well, my mind's been working for a while, and I've put together the six hours I think they possibly could have shared and how they brought them closer in a way that probably scared them both. Hopefully, you all enjoy it and for anyone reading, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for choosing to click on my story - it means the world to me. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Miss Blair Waldorf, nor do I own Mr. Chuck Bass.


p r o l o g u e .

6 : 1 8 a . m .

- t h e - m o r n i n g - a f t e r -

He would never truly be hers.

Blair had come to this realization as she held him last night. That heart of his was so broken and battered and large chunks of it were missing; chunks that she couldn't fill. Those great gaps in his heart had been ripped out by agonies buried in his past and they were never to be replaced; he had barely half a heart left… That was his downfall. She could tell he wasn't capable of the love she felt for him – a love without boundaries, a love that trusted implicitly, a love that gave without taking. That tattered heart in his chest was incomplete and would remain that way forever, but she didn't care; she would take whatever love he could give her because she knew that whatever love he was able to muster was a miracle. Perhaps... Perhaps if she could tend to his frail heart, nurse those leftover shreds into something that was devoid of pain and bitterness, then he could love just like her… However, somewhere deep down she knew, she knew, that there was no way he could ever be rid of the dark shadows in that heart; they would always be there. As much as he loved her – for she knew that he loved her - he would never be able love her fully because of his broken heart and the demons inside it. She knew that…

But she didn't care. He had been here. He had been with her. He had slept on this bed, laid in her arms, shed tears on her pillows and on her shoulder and he had talked to her. Just a little, but he'd really talked to her. He hadn't fired witty remarks, or hissed heated insults, or even bit out cold snubs, but actually told her things. Things about him, things he was feeling or thinking… Things on his mind and that he'd felt like sharing. She knew he didn't share often – if, at all – and this meant the world to her. Wherever he was now, wherever he'd decided to go… She knew he'd come back…

He had to.

No matter what happened, however, she'd had him all to herself, the way she'd always dreamed of, for six whole hours… Six hours she'd never get back, but six hours she'd cherish always… Six hours they spent together in a way they'd never spent time before; in an understanding, peaceful – dared she say it – loving way. She'd said things… Things she'd never even imagined herself uttering to anyone – let alone Chuck Bass – but she'd meant everything and she knew he had too. She'd never regret those six hours and the things that passed between them during those three hundred and sixty minutes… Everything was different now, but she didn't care – she didn't care. Those hours – those precious, precious hours – were everything to her.

Inwardly, she damned Chuck Bass to Hell for leaving her again and for the break in her heart she knew he was responsible for; however, curled up in the sheets he'd slept in, she also prayed for his safety and thanked him silently for choosing her as his shoulder to cry on... How she wanted him back now. She thought of Ian McEwan's novel "Atonement" and the heroine Cecilia's most memorable line, "Come back to me... Come back to me..."

"Come back to me," whispered Blair in the crushing emptiness of her room. She knew she was being stupid - incredibly and utterly stupid - but felt like the words meant something. They felt weighty and powerful and the knot in her throat made them all the more real... "Come back to me..." she murmured again and she was so caught up in how much she felt those words, she forgot how moronic she was being...

She did love him, after all.


Final note: Well, that was pretty short, but I have six more chapters on the way! I just needed this to set everything up, but I promise some Chuck and Blair interaction starting soon! Please, if you could leave a little comment that would be more than wonderful; it's your feedback that keeps me going and just let me know if you're enjoying it so far, if you'd like me to continue, if I should do something a little differently... Anything! The reader is the person who matters the most! :)

Thank you!