A/N Alright, here we go. My first van der Bass. I lovelovelove Chuck/Eric/Serena moments, and it sucks that there're basically..none..on the show. Anyways, I'm waaaay out of my comfort zone here. I've had this on my jump drive for quite some time. I started writing it..got stuck..hated it..re-wrote half of it...got stuck...hated it...then gave it a time-out (...the silent treatment, angry glares..nothing worked..) Then this afternoon I got an idea, and well...this is it. I thought I'd post it and see if anyone likes it.

This is set post 2x19...after the Serena/Chuck conversation and then after Chuck finds out about Nate and Blair. It might become a two-shot..depending on whether or not anyone's interested.

I've never seen a single episode of the Brady Bunch - its called 'google'. So let me know if I'm waay off ;)

Oh, this is un-betad. I apologize in advance for any mistakes and sw/english-ness that might be there somewhere..

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did...the horribleness that was 2x20 would NEVER have happened. EVER

Serena left Chuck's room, and sent up a silent prayer that he would forget about being 'Chuck Bass' for once and do the right thing. That he would take her advice, and go tell her best friend what she needed to hear. Make Blair feel safe.

God knows when she had started to view Chuck as someone even remotely connected to making a girl feel 'safe'. For most part of their lives; the only thing she expected girls to feel around the infamous playboy would have been fear of loosing their reputation, or their virginity.

But the look in Chuck's hadn't been one she would usually associate with the Devil of the Upper East Side either, Serena thought as she made her way into her own bedroom.

She was putting her navy dress back on its hanger, when she heard someone walk by outside of her room, and then seconds later the unmistakable sound of the elevator.

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Serena woke up from the sound of something shattering. Remembering that her mother wasn't home, and knowing that Eric wasn't likely to be found causing a mess in the middle of the night, she was fairly sure who it was.

So it went that 'well'. Serena frowned, imagining the state she would most likely find Chuck in, was she to venture outside the comfort of her bedroom and talk to him.

She knew that she should probably should go and check on him. But the memory of Bart's funeral and the time after his death wasn't exactly the most encouraging.

Serena had to admit that she had stayed away from him. Not wanting to be the one Chuck took it all out on once he snapped, which she had been sure that he would do eventually.

She couldn't honestly say that she felt a desire to be caught in the middle of a drunken 'trashing-my-room-like-some-eighties-rock-star'-act or something equally self-destructing this time around either.

Then she remembered the feeling she had had when her little brother had been the one to be collateral damage in the battle of a grieving, loaded Chuck. And how she had felt afterwards - when Chuck had left for Thailand - knowing that she hadn't been there for any of her brothers.

Time to learn from your mistakes, Serena decided, and got out of bed. You have two brothers now. And the older one seems dead set on trashing his entire room

Serena hurried down the hall in her sleep shorts and tank top. On her way over to Chuck's room she found the remains of a vase on the floor in a thousand pieces.

"Chuck?" Serena knocked on the door.

When there was no immediate response, Serena pushed the door open. The room was dark and she flicked the light switch to see if Chuck was even there.

Hoping that if he was – she would find him alone.

The first thing she saw once the light was on immediately erased all thoughts of call girls and annoying brothers from her mind.

Blood.

Chuck was working himself into an upright position on the floor beside his bed, leaning on one hand and squinting in the harsh light from the lamp. There was blood trickling down the side of his face.

"Oh my God, Chuck!" Serena hissed, and as Chuck looked back at her it became obvious that he was completely wasted. "What are you doing?"

Serena rushed over to where Chuck was sitting and kneeled beside him. In the meantime he brought his free hand up to his head, touching the source of the bleeding carefully. As he removed it, his fingers were covered in red.

"I tripped, hit my head." Chuck stated drowsily, sounding surprised, and he could barely focus on her face.

"No kidding" Serena replied unsympathetically, trying not to panic. She took a closer look at his bleeding head - ignoring the wince from Chuck's part when her fingers made contact with his skin - and found a not too large cut along his hairline.

Serena quickly scanned the room for something to stop the bleeding with. When she couldn't find anything within reach she resolutely snapped Chuck's bowtie from around his neck and held it against the cut.

"Hey, I like that one!" Chuck pouted, and then winced as Serena put pressure on the cut.

"Shut up!" Serena snapped back, shoving at him to make him sit up straight.

Chuck slowly scooted over and rested his back against the bed, and then looked at Serena from under hooded eyes. More than a little surprised from her caring behaviour.

In that moment, Eric showed up in the doorway.

"What is going on?" Eric sighed, shielding his eyes from the bright light. When he caught sight of Chuck with blood all over his face and Serena next to him he paled. "Shit! What the hell happened?"

"I hit my head, it's no big deal." Chuck repeated, and rolled his eyes to let them know what he thought about the commotion they were causing.

"I think he is going to need stitches." Serena explained and shot Chuck a glare, not happy with his reaction to their concern. "Could you get me a towel or something?"

"No hospitals." Chuck spat immediately, and returned Serena's angry stare. Then his features softened, "No hospitals…please."

"You'll need stitches." Serena repeated, understanding his aversion to hospitals - remembering the last night they all had found themselves in a hospital.

Chuck ignored her reply and got to his feet on unsteady legs.

"My da…we used to have a family doctor." Chuck stated through gritted teeth, as he sunk down on his bed. "Call him, the number's in my phone."

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Four stitches and then a gauze bandage to cover it, then the doctor left with telling Eric and Serena to call if Chuck was to experience any dizziness or severe headaches.

Eric eyed Chuck cautiously where he sat on his bed, resting against the headboard with his eyes closed.

"So what's up with the sudden need for drunken debauchery?" Eric smiled in an attempt to lighten the mood that had set once the doctor left.

Chuck didn't reply, and Eric shifted his weight nervously, unsure of what to say. Then Serena walked through the door holding a glass of water.

"I got you some aspirin." She informed Chuck, and he opened an eye to look at her. "The doctor said two now, and then two more in the morning if you need them."

Chuck accepted the glass and the pills from her, and swallowed them with a grimace.

Eric and Serena exchanged a quick glance and then unceremoniously plopped down on the bed. Eric on the foot of the bed, and Serena next to Chuck.

"So what happened tonight?" Serena asked, not bothering to beat around the bush any longer.

"I'm no way near drunk enough to re-enact a scene from the Brady Bunch…and talk about my fee…Stuff." Chuck sneered, not at all interested in sharing any information about the last couple of hours.

"If we're the Brady Bunch…does that mean I should call you Greg?" Eric teased and earned himself a glare from Chuck.

"Please." Chuck scoffed. "He has nothing on me."

"Come on, Chuck." Serena said, and nudged Chuck gently in the shoulder. "What happened? Did you talk to Blair?"

"You went to see Blair?" Eric interjected, and Chuck's whole demeanour changed at the mentioning of the brunette's name. It looked as if all air went out of him.

The blonde siblings exchanged another look.

"No, I didn't fucking talk to Blair, alright?" Chuck snapped and made a move as to get to his feet.

Serena was quicker though, and put her hand on his arm to try and keep him seated on the bed. When Chuck shrugged away irritably from her touch, she let go with a roll of her eyes.

Chuck then got to his feet and moved over to his desk, turning his back to the two others, he rested his hands against the surface.

"Chuck..." Serena pleaded wearily.

"Come on, man." Eric sighed, "We're the ones having to deal with you bleeding all over the place..."

"…I thought you we're going to fight for her!" Serena snapped, tired with having to drag every word out of the dark-haired boy.

"It was too late, alright!" Chuck finally snapped, and slammed his hand against the dark wood of the desk. When he turned around there was a pained expression in his eyes, together with the anger.

"I was too late…" Chuck repeated once more, his voice nothing but a defeated sigh this time. And that was what he felt. Like he had lost. Again.

He couldn't manage to say it out loud, tell the blonde duo about what he had learned earlier that evening. That which made everything hurt far more than the cut on is forehead…Which was quite a lot if he was to be honest.

Silence fell, and with a sigh Chuck made his way back to the bed and sat down. Not really knowing why, but blaming his pounding head.

Serena looked over to Eric, who seemed as shocked as her about Chuck's outburst but mostly about his return to the bed. A silent agreement between the two of them.

"This requires ice-cream." Eric stated, got up from his position on the bed, and ran out of the room.

"Great idea." Serena smiled. Chuck huffed angrily.

"Ice-cream? Really? You guys are so cliché."

"I like ice-cream." Eric explained, catching the last of Chuck's objections as he came back into the room, holding a carton of ice-cream and three spoons.

"Then you can eat it in the kitchen. Or somewhere else."

"Your bed is way comfier than the barstools in the kitchen" Eric replied, and returned to his earlier position on the foot of the bed. He handed Serena a spoon before offering one to Chuck.

Chuck only frowned in response, and with a shrug of his shoulder Eric let the spoon fall onto the covers.

"My head kind of hurts." Chuck pointed out, in a last useless attempt to vacate his bed of blondes and ice-cream.

"Then you won't suffer too much if you get brain freeze." Serena joked, and Eric laughed as he took over the hold of the ice-cream carton, and scooped some more up using his spoon.

When Chuck moments later reached out for the third spoon with a reconciled sigh, Eric held the carton out to him without a word.

Both Serena and Eric stifled a laugh as Chuck muttered something barely audible that sounded unmistakably like "Fucking Brady…Marcia and Bobby."

When Eric seconds later began humming a familiar tune, Serena let out a cheerful laugh, and even Chuck couldn't help the corner of his mouth from tugging into a smirk.

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For the love of van der Bass and nailpolish...review!!! ;)

and like I said, I have some thoughts of writing a second chapter...with some C/B...interested? Let me know!