Author's Note: Hello there! I wanted to have a proper insight on what really happened during the season four finale. I'm working this from Chuck's perspective, outlining the entire episode on only his moments. The chapters will be seperated into "commercial breaks." I hope I've lived up to the identity of the characters. This is not my first fanfiction, but it is my first time taking a part of this site. Please enjoy ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not, by any means, own any characters from the show and/or novel "Gossip Girl." They are all owned by Cecily von Ziegesar and those afflicated with the CW network. Also, the cover art used for this fanfiction is not mine, all rights go to the person who created it. I own nothing but the extra dialogue included in this plot.

He had to find her. He needed to apologize and gain some kind of closure. She deserved to be free from him. He owed her that much. If only he knew where she was. He must've circuited the building at least five times now. Where else could he look?

Chuck Bass swerved past the crowd of strangers, foreigners, and fancy social elites that he grew up with and could care less about. They were all faceless beings in his eyes. His light brown eyes scanned the area, casting glances across the ballroom in case he might've missed her entrance in his haste to find her. Turning to his left, he saw the mother of his beloved. Deciding that she might know the whereabouts of her daughter, he glided over to the bar to investigate.

"Mrs. Waldorf," he addressed curtly. "I can't find Blair." he stated with a determined look.

"Well she's bound to be here somewhere," the elder woman replied adequately, casually glancing around. She didn't seem worried in the slightest, and she probably wasn't. She would prefer to make small talk with boring business associates than converse with her own flesh and blood.

"She left well before me," she continued, hinting sternly at her disinterest towards this whole debacle. She turned to face the new arrivals at the party who had passed the threshold.

"Oh," she pointed a finger and in the blink of an eye, she stretched her face into a wide smile that seemed to pain her. She held up her flute of champagne as if she were about to make a toast.

Chuck turned quickly to see if it had been Blair at the door, but it wasn't. His face snapped back at Eleanor right as she finished saying, "There's the Princess and Louise."

"Do you think she would miss the opportunity to enter her old stomping grounds on the arm of a Prince?" Chuck drawled bitterly, casting Eleanor's attention back to the true matter at hand.

"She is finally getting her fairytale." Eleanor spewed in a delicate manner. Her eyes cast down as if she didn't agree with the reality of her words. Either that or she disapproved of them. She couldn't stand the idea of her own daughter getting a better life than her. "She doesn't need the big bad wolf," she did a half eye roll on her own behalf. "to ruin it."

Chuck gave her a forced smile while letting out a short chuckle. He was amused by her choice of words. He was always deemed the villain even when he had offered his heart to the one who didn't want it to begin with.

"Why don't you say goodbye once and for all and let her go?" she suggested coldly before stalking off without excusing herself.

Chuck watched Eleanor leave as her final sentence burned in his brain like a branding iron. He had shown up to this event for that very purpose, but now that he had actually heard what he had to do, it seemed so final. So wrong.

Feeling as powerless as ever without his Queen B at his side, Chuck tracked down a dark, curly haired boy with a narrow nose and all-observing deep brown eyes. He liked to think of this boy as "the Pauper," someone poor and worthless, feeding off others in order to feel included and needed by those of higher stature than him.

Chuck hated to admit that as of this moment, he needed Daniel Humphrey.

"I need to talk to you," he demanded urgently, pointing a finger at the young man. He ignored the tall blonde young woman and the black haired female beside him. He didn't care if he had interrupted them.

"Hey," Nathaniel Archibald, a gorgeous blond male with striking blue eyes approached Chuck. "I need to talk to you."

Chuck glanced at his best friend, and then back to Dan. Whatever Nate had to say, it could wait. Nothing was of importance at this very moment besides finding the whereabouts of his true love.

"Okay, whoa," Erik van der Woodsen piped up, holding a hand out in front of him, palm down as if he were slashing something horizontally. "just tell me that no one is trying to stop a wedding, run a ponzi scheme, give anybody fake cancer, or turn into a justifiably vengeful townie."

"Usually, I'm the one trying to get all of you to listen to me," Dan spoke rationally, raising his hand to them, palm up. He was overwhelmed at being the center of attention for once.

Dan looked at Chuck who spoke right after him, "As much as it pains me to think you know the answer to this question- do you know where Blair is?"

"What we have to say is more important than the location of Blair Waldorf," Vanessa Abrams, the brunette girl, interjected rashly.

Chuck turned his irritation into a mask of concern once more. Honestly, that little black haired troll had no right to claim what was or wasn't more important than his key to happiness.

"Yeah," Serena van der Woodsen, the lean, blonde bombshell added. "We think she's in trouble and we need to find her."

"At least you're okay though," Vanessa inserted as though she truly cared, but her voice was too steady. "I was worried about you."

Dan seemed stunned, and said no comment to that statement. He really had no tolerance for Vanessa today or ever for that matter. He reluctantly turned back to Chuck who was about to say something until Nate spoke up, "Chuck, you got to listen to me. Raina kno-"

Serena decided to butt in at that very moment since she wanted the spotlight on her once again. She hadn't gotten her fill, and she wanted Dan to know her feelings as well, not just Vanessa's. "I was worried about you too," she told Dan while swiftly glancing at Vanessa, daring her to interrupt. "but you know, now we're both worried about Charlie."

Vanessa looked annoyed for a second, her eyes flitted from direction to another. That constant look of self pity was etched upon her face.

"Nathaniel," Chuck said in an off-hand tone. "I can't even think about Raina until I know where Blair is."

Dan surprised the group by calling out, "Alright everybody," Chuck nearly protested until Dan said, "Please, shut up." he closed his eyes as he let out a nervous chuckle. He feared his arch nemesis' reaction at the reveal of bad news.

"Uh, I haven't seen Blair and I've been around the room a couple of times tonight."

Erik took this chance to exit the little tirade in an effort to go and retrieve someone who could be of help to them.

Dan continued, having not noticed, and said, "but whatever Nate needs to tell you is- is obviously important so I think you should hear him out."

Dan turned the girls next and revealed, "As for Charlie, she has been acting a little strange," his voice turned indifferent. "I haven't seen her, I'm looking for her too."

Dan scrunched his face together as he came to a revelation. "What are you two doing together? Don't you hate each other?"

Erik returned with Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates in tow just as Serena tensed up and Vanessa exhaled a shaky breath. Erik decided to take the reigns and told Kati, "You- tell him."

Kati opened her mouth dramatically before reporting, "A half hour ago I saw Blair talking to that girl wearing Serena's dress and then she just bolted."

Chuck looked intense with concentration filling over his features. He seemed to be canceling out ideas and thoughts that were rushing through his head at a mile a second.

"Nathaniel," he spoke calmly. His tone was nothing but fierce. "If you still need to talk to me, I'm going to the Empire to see if Blair's there."

"Right behind you," Nate replied before following after him.

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