Hello! I cannot believe I am starting a new CB fic. I blame Maria aka Maribells because she's been giving me CB feels for like a week. Damn her. Okay, so I think I've had this one in the back of my mind for at least a year? It takes place directly after CB's car accident in S5, but goes AU after that. There will be no... You know the word I'm thinking of CBers, right? It rhymes with 'hair', and yeah, that won't be in this fic. So... That's all I can think to say? It's hot, I don't have cable, and I'm trying to lose weight so I'm going to try writing instead of eating. I may have a novel finished by next week. I kid. Here we go...

Chuck stirred in the bed, and he felt weighed down by limbs made of clay and rock. While he didn't know why at first he was desperate to open his eyes. Then it came back.

"Blair..." He choked, and it shocked him how hard it was to get her name out. Even still he said it again. "Blair..."

He felt weighed down. He felt tied down. And he struggled, still only thinking of her.

"Shhh!" A voice tried to sooth him, and it was a voice that loved him... but it was not the voice of the woman he love.

He felt cool hands rest on him arm, trying to still him, yet still he struggled. "It's alright, Chuck..."

But it wasn't, so he tried again. "Blair..."

Out of breath he finally stilled, and after long moments he was able to open his eyes and see Lily and Serena standing over him, concerned looks etched on their faces.

"It's alright, Chuck." Lily spoke again, and when he lurched again her hand found his brow, stroking his hair. "She's alright, Chuck. Blair's alright."

He missed the look Serena shot her mother. Relief was flooding through him, because why would Lily lie about this? Also he could feel his Blair, out there... somewhere. His mind now let his battered body pull him back into a sleep that healed.

It seemed like minutes later he opened his eyes, but he could tell by the heaviness in his limbs that it had probably been hours. He turned his stiff head to the side and saw Lily sleeping in a chair next to his bed.

"Don't wake her until I get an Instagram of Lily Van Der Woodsen sleeping in a chair that probably costs $29.99."

"Serena." Chuck managed to smile as he turned his head to see his sister on his other side.

She stood up and gently hugged him, smiling even though her eyes were filled with tears. "You scared us."

"I like to keep you on your toes..."

"My Louis Vuittons do that nicely on there own." She teased, then grew serious. "How do you feel?"

"Like I hit a wall... But I'll live. How's Blair?" Chuck asked, wanting more details than he'd been able to take in earlier.

"She's fine!" Serena said too brightly.

"Serena..." Chuck's eyes narrowed.

She looked away. "Chuck-"

"Where's Blair?" He demanded, his mind suddenly running with all possible answers. "I want to see her."

"Chuck-"

He interrupted her again. "Serena, tell me!" His voice broke through in the way that allowed no resistance.

Serena bit her lip. "I'm not supposed to tell you. The doctors say you shouldn't be upset right now..."

That was enough to have him tugging at the tubes in his arms as he started trying to sit up. "You said she was fine..." He muttered, hating how weak he felt, but also feeling his drive to see Blair urging him on.

"Charles, that's enough." A cool voice snapped.

He looked up to see that Lily had woken up and was now standing beside his bed. She heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. Her face was composed when she put her hand down. "Charles, what I said before was true. Blair is alright. She's conscious. She's talking. She's even been up and around. She has no permanent damage."

He waited sensing there was more coming.

Lily's lips pursed for a moment, as if she did not want to deliver the news she had, but would do so because her son needed to hear it. "Charles, the baby died."

He fell back on the bed, his heart breaking for Blair and for the little baby he had already planned a life with and who he'd already started to love. His eyes were clenched tightly shut.

"Charles, there's more."

He opened his eyes incredulously, and they burned into his mother.

"The baby died... but given how far along she was..."

He looked confused, and he heard a choked sob come from his sister. "Chuck, she had to deliver the baby."

The bottom dropped out of his stomach. He remembered how her hands had touched her belly with reverence. He remembered the smile she'd had when she talked of it. And he remembered she had been willing to give him up if he couldn't love her child, no matter how her love for him consumed her.

And now the baby was gone.

He could not imagine what she had gone through and all that mattered to him now was getting to her. A wave of pure adrenaline strength rushed through him and he shot up in the bed, throwing himself out of it. He stumbled as he propelled himself to the door with a horrified Serena and Lily trying to hold him up or keep him from killing himself. Somehow he made it into the hall, yelling her name.

"Blair!" He lurched his feet forward. "Blair!"

Blair didn't answer his call, but the furious man who stepped off the elevator, followed by his retainers, did.

"You!" Louis spat as he charged Chuck. He grabbed him by the hospital gown and slammed him against the wall.

"NO!" Serena screamed, trying desperately to pull Louis off Chuck as Lily frantically called for security.

Nurses, doctors and orderlies rushed into the hall at the commotion, and still Louis screamed at Chuck, slipping into French in his rage. It ended with Louis' fist slamming into Chuck's face before he was pulled away by his own guards.

Chuck sank down the wall to the ground. Lily and Serena struggled to lift him up.

"Well, I think it's safe to say she called off the wedding..." Lily huffed under his limp weight, shooting a cold look at two orderlies who then hurried in to take over.

"I need to see her..." Chuck said hoarsely as he was put back into his bed.

"You can't." A deeply sorry voice said from the doorway.

Chuck looked up and saw a stoic Nate walking to the end of his bed. "I promised Serena I wouldn't leave her, and I didn't." He looked to his friend. "I stayed in the hall after they kicked me out. And I followed them until they left the hospital."

"What?" Chuck asked, confused. "Where is she?"

Nate looked at his best friend and said calmly. "Blair's parents came, all of them, and her mother and Dorota were with her the whole time-" Nate had to swallow hard, and he cleared his throat. "After it was over... they decided to take her with them."

"Home?" Chuck asked, but had a sinking feeling.

Nate shook his head. "Paris."

"I need your phone." He said without question, and Nate handed it over.

Chuck found her on Nate's contacts and pressed connect. He waited, hearing it ring, but it went to voicemail. "Blair..." He knew he couldn't change what had happened, and he now realized he was at a loss as to how to make it better for her. He said the truth. "I'm sorry. I love you. Please call me."

He hadn't seen Lily signal the nurse, and he hadn't noticed the woman push a dose of pain meds into his freshly reinserted IV. He only thought of Blair as the drugs pulled him down to sleep.

"Blair..." He whispered one last time.

TahDAH! Okay, it was a touch on the short side, but I hope you all will forgive me. Hope you liked it! To all my fellow Canadians... I hope you had a Happy Canada Day! To all my American peeps... Happy Independence Day! (You'd think our two countries would have tried to plan those national birthdays a little further apart. Since you guys are older... Sorry, our bad! I think we should have signed off for Canada in October! It's like... the month of the red maple leaf! Seriously, we should have declared in October.)