A/N: From one Chuck/Blair/Eva fic to the next. *sigh* I just can't help myself. XD Honestly though, the Chuck/Eva scenes from the 4x02 promo totally grossed me out, made me feel all queasy. *shudders* Though, I'm sure the end CB scene will make everything better. Lol. Or, at least somewhat. Heheh. Anyways, this fic is going to be designed as a parallel from CEv to CB. Each chapter is going to a memory shot back of when something that just happened with Eva (so, every Chuck/Eva scene) similarly happened with Blair, but was obviously better. ;) Please review. There will be no spoilers. I'll just write these after I see them in the episodes.

"You had the dream again…"

-Eva (4x01)

4x01—Bad Dream

The images were getting stronger, worse. It felt like they'd been plaguing him for hours, seeing the image of his father and that woman at his father's grave. She'd looked just like picture of his mother, he thought. Just like it. He hadn't been unable to stop thinking about the similarities, or the locket, or the flowers. They all pointed to one thing – she was his mother. He couldn't be certain though, and he needed to be before he told anyone, even Blair.

"Chuck?"

Her slim fingers curled around his arm and turned him towards her. His eyes flickered open. Belatedly, he realized he was breathing harshly and that his silk pajama top was stained with sweat.

"Oh my God," she nearly gasped, wiping the hair off his forehead. "You're soaking wet! Are you okay?" She slid closer to him in the large king-sized bed and wrapped her soft, slender arms around his waist. For a long moment he wondered if he should be pushing her away, removing her from the situation so she wouldn't get sucked into it as well, but he couldn't find it in him to do so. After he'd finally let her in from a long and exhausting day of secrets and barriers, he wouldn't give her a reason to press him for his nightmares.

"Blair," he mumbled into her hair. She clung to him closer and peppered his throat with kisses, This was exactly what he needed, he decided. Just her body and her warmth and her love. No questions asked, not yet. She understood that, she knew, and because he loved her, he would tell her the cause for his nightmare. He had a feeling it wouldn't be going away.

He felt light-headed as he walked with Eva through the streets of Paris, trying to forget everything about himself that had come rushing back in that awful repetitive dream that consumed him when he'd been on the train. Staying abroad would be better to help him forget and start fresh like he'd been doing all summer, but for now the memories stayed the same. He dwelled on how Eva's fingers brushed through his hair when he'd snapped awake from his dream on the train. He wished Blair had been there to hold him. Chills raced down his back at the very thought of the most sacred part of his old life. No, he forced himself to believe. He wished Eva had held him, even if it had been public transportation. If she knew him at all, she would have understood how very desperately he needed physical touch from the woman he loved, or at least who loved him.

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A/N: Yeah, these'll not by lengthy chapters. XD One more chapter for another quote from that last scene. I honestly thought Eva said that quote while they were still on the train. Lol. Chapters might get longer depending on my imagination & the length and quality of future Chuck/Eva scenes. ;p Review! =D