"If two people are meant to be together, they'll find a way." - CB
Its been three years and the gang has gone their separate ways for the most part. Chuck and Blair were pretending. Pretending they weren't miserable without each other. Pretending they were happy being the two successful people they had always dreamed of. Pretending they weren't still hopelessly, head over heels, in love with each other. Coming to terms with those facts were a sign of weakness which neither Blair nor Chuck were. But after an accident leaves one friend in critical condition, will their magnetic force draw them back together again?
Can we pretend that aiprlanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Blair sighed as she rest her cheek on her hand.
Her doe brown eyes lazily scanned the ground below that was coming into her view faster and faster from the window of the private jet that was currently taking her back to the horrid past she had left behind.
Being a successful woman, based on no one but herself, is what she always dreamed of being. And she had succeeded, not only apologizing to Anne Archibald, and regaining her position as the face of the cosmetics, but she also became the head of Waldorf Designs in London.
Her life was perfect, as long as she could keep a certain Bass off her mind. She hadn't dated a man in a long time, she refused to let one take over her life. The jet landed at the JFK Airport, the moon lighting up the night sky.
She glared and pulled out her blackberry, texting the only friend she had kept in contact with.
I'm here. Pick me up?
-B
-.-.-.-
Chuck sat in his office.
He had kept the curtains closed. A drink in his hand, and he turned his phone off.
He knew who was coming home today and he didn't want Gossip Girl sending out a new blast.
The empire had become everything he wanted and more. It was overly successful and his net worth was worth more then his father ever was in his entire life. He sighed tapping his fingers on his desk, sipping on the bourbon in his hand. His door suddenly opened, light pouring in.
He looked up, making eye contact with Nate. "Hey man..." Nate said sheepishly. he had been worried about Chuck. He hadn't left his office or had a single random girl come by since he found out Blair was coming home. "I gotta run to the airport. Want me to pick you anything up you need while I'm out?"
Chuck exhaled slowly, looking at him carefully. He stood up, walking to Nate, only one thing on his mind.
"You're already picking her up..." He said quietly, shutting the door in his best friends face.
-.-.-.-
Blair smiled as she slid into the limo, seeing the trademark smile of Nate Archibald.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, taking in his scent and her surroundings. Nate was the only one she'd seen since she had left. Anne, with her still hopeful wishing, wanted her and Nate to still get married. While Blair knew that would be impossible, she still loved Nate none the less. Just not in a romantic way.
"Archibald, you are the best thing I've seen all day." She smiled as he hugged her back.
"Its good to have you back, Blair." He said softly, smiling in her hair.
After the embrace, Blair pulled back, running her fingers through her brown curls which were now a bit longer then they were in high school. "Are you sure you don't mind if I stay with you?" Blair finally asked, breaking the silence. Nate chuckled a little, putting his hands in his pockets. "Of course not Blair." Blair smiled a little before looking down at the floor to her black heels.
"Honestly, its not you I'm worried about..." She mumbled quietly, a sad smile on her face. Nate's expression softened as he cleared his throat. "He's over joyed to see you...even if he may not seem like it." Blair looked at him curiously. "What do you mean? From what I've heard he's dated supermodels and the Empire is more successful then any other hotel branch." Nate smirked. "Someone's done their research. But you know him Blair. Probably more then me. There's only one person who can truly make him happy..."
Blair scowled a little. "I'm exhausted...I'm going to take a nap..."
She said quietly, resting her head against the window.
-.-.-.-
Chuck paced past his window, the city and the full moon lighting his office.
He kept his eyes glued for the limo to pull up, to see those brown curls emerge. He glared, feeling his hopes rise with each passing vehicle. He had promised himself he wouldn't do this to himself...he wouldn't let her ruin him. He knew it, she knew it, Gossip Girl knew it, their friends, family, even strangers all knew it.
Blair Waldorf would be the death of him.
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