It was exactly 2:00 p.m. sharp when Chuck received the call. He was just walking out of the Humphry- van der Woodsen – Bass residence when his phone began ringing. Chuck immediately looked down at the Caller ID, and shook his head when he saw Serena's name appear. He tapped the green button on his Blackberry.
"What's up, Sis?"
"Chuck there has been an emergency." Chuck noted that Serena was crying and panic was filling her voice. He also heard a loud piercing sound in the background. Sirens? What was going on?
"What is it?" Chuck asked curious as to what she was calling about.
"There has been a fire at Barney's."
"Why does this concern me?" Why the hell was Serena calling him about a fire at Barney's? Did she just want to waste his time – he had better things to worry about.
"The . . . fire . . . Blair . . . meet up . . ." Serena stuttered, and then began crying again.
"Serena, calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me what the problem is." Chuck instructed in a slightly worried tone.
"Well . . . Blair and I went to lunch today. Afterwards she wanted to get a specific headband at Barney's, while I wanted to get a smoothie. We decided to go our separate ways and call each other in 30 minutes, to meet back up. She never called which is so not like her, so I called her and it went straight to voicemail. I decided to just walk to Barney's and see what the problem was. When I got there the East Wing was up in flames. Tourists nearby told me mostly everybody was out except for a brunette wearing a navy- blue cardigan. Blair was wearing a navy-blue cardigan!" Serena spit out.
"Chuck, I don't know what to do? The firemen can't find her." Serena said, as tears were streaming down her face.
Chuck was speechless. Blair, his Blair, the one he spent so many nights dreaming about, was trapped. He had to do something. Chuck quickly gathered himself together, and responded to Serena's helpless statement.
"Be there in 5." Chuck responded in a clear voice.
He hopped into his limo –literally – and told the driver the address. It felt like a lifetime before they reached Barney's. Chuck immediately jumped out of the moving limo and rushed over to Serena.
Serena caught him up, telling him that the firemen had been trying to find Blair but had not be able to locate her. Chuck told Serena that he was going in to save her. When Serena told him he was crazy, he responded by saying that he wasn't going to lose another person he loved.
Chuck broke out into a sprint towards the East Wing. When policemen and firemen tried to stop him, he simply plowed into them or shoved them out of his way. He was going to get there in time. He was going to save her, like she saved him so many times before.
As Chuck glanced up at the East Wing he realized that Serena wasn't kidding when she said it was up in flames. Firemen were scattered about, looking for any victims they missed. Chuck crept up on two of the firemen talking and caught a glimpse of what they were speaking of.
"Well, I guess that's everybody . . . ." One of the firemen stated.
"Yeah I think you're right." The other replied.
Where they giving up? Who the hell were these people to call themselves 'saviors', Chuck thought to himself?
"Wait," Chuck explained without even thinking.
"What is it son?" The middle-aged firemen said in response.
"There is someone still in there." Chuck replied with a frantic look dancing across his eyes.
"Trust me. I have checked myself, there's no one in there." The firemen stated in an assertive tone.
"But . . ."
"Why don't you go back near the entrance, and I will locate you if we find someone." The fireman said, trying to ease the pain in Chuck's face.
How could he, Chuck Bass, watch these fucking firemen attempt to save the person he loved more than anyone? Hell, he loved Blair Waldorf more than he loved himself. He knew that it was his time to put his plan into action. When the firemen weren't looking he quickly sprinted back towards the East Wing, and jumped the neon-yellow CAUTION tape. He heard people calling him, telling him he was a fucking idiot, but he didn't care.
Once he reached the entrance to the East Wing he felt the smoke reach his lungs. A roaring fire was approaching near him, so he quickly dodged it and ran to the other side of the East Wing. What the hell was he thinking? Did he think he was Superman?
He fell down on his knees from the intense fumes rising in his throat, making their way down into his stomach. As he was coughing, he heard someone screaming.
"Help, help!" The mysterious voice called.
Chuck crawled towards the voice and found a huge metal clothes rack lying on top of a woman. He gathered up the last of the strength he had left, and pulled the heavy rack off the stranger. When he looked down he saw the most beautiful girl in the word, coughing her lungs out.
"Blair." He chocked out.
When the gorgeous brunette with the deep chocolate brown eyes saw her savior, she fainted.
What . . . how could this happen? Chuck thought to himself as he saw Blair go unconscious. Chuck knew he needed to act fast if he wanted the girl he loved to be saved in time. He quickly picked Blair up and carried her in his arms, careful not to put pressure on any part of her that looked damaged. Chuck spotted a glimpse of light, and found an opening in a wall. He leapt through it, calling for help. Eventually, a paramedic spotted him and rushed to get a stretcher for the girl that lay quietly in his arms. When he came back Chuck asked him the one question that would either make or break him.
"Is she going to be okay?"
