Title: Meet the Basses
Pairings & Characters: C/B and brief (implied) N/J, D/S. Brief OC appearances for the drama of it all and of course, A BABY BASS! :D
Rated: T
Succeeded: Multi-Part Story with a sequel coming soon...

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Chapter One
Omens of Something More

'i pericoli davanti a noi'

Chuck Bass wasn't one to believe in fairytales, magic or anything hocus pocus. It was all childhood argon to him, after all, he had always been insular about such things, predominantly narrow-minded when it came to something that wasn't scientifically proven. And once upon a time, he didn't ever have faith in love for there was no solid evidence that it existed. But she had changed everything. Blair had changed everything.

Karma had been a bitch for them. Always had, always will. But particularly now, with it always casting a curse upon there eternal love for one another, to the point where he believed that maybe they had nothing after all. But Blair always convinced him that fate was wrong. Until this time. It wasn't Heaven's turn to shine a light down on them, but destiny once again. And it was still as much as a bitch as it was before, except there was no Blair to reassure him about love. She was gone but her essence still lingered. Her scent still imprinted in the bed sheets. And the truth. That was here too.

Two and A Half Months Earlier

The day had been unusually quiet for Bass Industries. The workforce there had always been used to the chaotic pressure of one of New York most prominent businesses, so it came as a shock for everyone - even Chuck Bass who had become accustomed to lounging in his office, basking in the pleasant solitude of another peaceful day at work. It was quiet, even for him.

"Hey Bass," one of the administrative assistants, Robert Bowden, who had recently been hired, appeared at the doorway of the lavish bureau. "Great to see you, mate."Chuck eyed the worker, giving a distant nod in his direction. The manager for the Bass Industries' New York Headquarters had convinced Chuck that Bowden would be a good bloke to hire since he had done previous work for other eminent companies, but Chuck hadn't been impressed with his attitude so far. No one called him 'Bass' but Blair, his current girlfriend.

"You having a nice on, eh?" Bowden continued, asking about how his day had gone so far in some 'hippie' tongue or whatever all these kids thought were cool nowadays.

"It was pleasant enough," Chuck groused through gritted teeth, before adding, "until you came along.""It's bound to be better than my day, dude."

"And why would that be, my good man?" Chuck wondered if his bad temper shone through his civil words.

Bowden shrugged. "Stuff."Chuck took sudden interest - this could be quite a show. "But, why?"

The employee seemed to vacillate, edging nearer to the mahogany desk in which Chuck sat behind. He leaned against it, knocking over paper and pens as he did so.

Klutz, Chuck thought, grimacing at the sight of the gangly employee.

"Let you in on a secret, sir, shall I?" He lowered his voice. "You see, I sense this really weird stuff coming."

Chuck let out a bitter, sarcastic laugh but said no more, letting his gaze drop back onto the papers in front of him. Bills upon bills.

Clearly unfazed, Bowden continued. "Oh, yeah."

Chuck was only half-listening now, beginning to file the important work. "And what would that be, Bowden?"

"Like, omens. Creepy stuff, man. Right? It's so weird, like, all this crazy stuff happens and then I sense as if something bad is going to happen to, like, other people. It's mental, man."

Chuck smirked. "And who is this 'omen' going to blight this time?"

Bowden frowned. "Look's like you, mate. Soz man, but gotta dash. Good luck with your bad day of yours. Seems like the whole curse thing is affecting everyone and the business. I mean, am I right in thinking it's a hell of a lot quieter than usual, right?"

Chuck nodded half-heartedly, not than interested.

Bowden shrugged again. "Yeah, well, good luck anyway. Hopefully this omen of yours will dodge yer."

And then the trivial 'bloke' was off, leaving Chuck debating what the manager had seen in the frivolous assistant in the first place. Omen his ass. That was why he didn't believe in all that supernatural crap.

Ever since that fateful afternoon in which Bowden appeared at his office door, Chuck couldn't help but smirk when ever he saw the idle man, going about his work like he did every day, knocking into customers and employees but still oblivious. Maybe it was his naivety that had amused the manager. It certainly was a spectacle to see.

As Chuck left one of the PA offices, homeward bound, he couldn't deny reminiscing the words that Bowden had mentioned earlier. Omens. It was ridiculous. He was being stupid, wasting even his thoughts on such a matter.

His driver, who had been waiting in the private parking lot for the past fifteen minutes, greeted him courteously, opening the door for his superior as he ridiculed Bowden's ideas of omens. It still made him chuckle derisively, even as the limo raced down the Big Apple's lanes of traffic, crowded with vehicles. He could already taste the bitter taste of scotch in his mouth as the limo headed home.

Yes. He would quite enjoy a drink. If these 'omens' were anything true, he hoped they wouldn't develop into anything more than thirst and traffic. That was bad luck Chuck could tolerate. Just.

Ever since had walked into the penthouse, he could sense Blair's bad mood. She was angry with him. He could tell that from the tension that lingered as he tried to make small talk. He wasn't the most converse of all people but there was a point in all people's lives in which he had to make sacrifices.

"What's wrong, Waldorf?" he sighed in frustration, sipping the pungent beverage in which he nursed in his hand. Scotch could be saviour in times like this, but he knew what was wrong with her anyway. Something about him ignoring her and everything else around him until he had opened another bottle of scotch. Overreacting, he figured.

"Nothing, Bass," she snapped. "Why would you care anyway?"

Refusing to waver at Blair's accusing quips, he tried to keep his cool. "Why wouldn't I?""Don't play smart with me." She paced back and forth, as if trying to hold back the temptation to stomp off in a tantrum.

"Would you please sit down," he muttered. "You're making me motion sick."

Spinning round, Blair was clearly aghast. She stamped her foot on the ground, the sudden urge to slap him rushing over her. She hesitated for a moment, standing motionless in the middle of the penthouse living room. Just as Chuck was about to question her doings, she edged nearer to him, her aromatic breath was a fragranced wave.

Here we go again, she thought cynically, but her self-restraint was intoxicated with his smell. The taste of his mouth against hers. It was inevitable, as it went from stage to stage.

The passion of the same night couldn't be put into words.

And by midnight, Blair's petite body was sleeping in his arms, her breath a synchronized cadence. As they lay tangled up in the ivory white bed sheets, it dawned on Chuck that sex used to be a big deal to him. Virtually all episodes ended up as one-night stands, the woman was usually gone by dawn. But Blair was different, unlike all the others. She changed his whole view on life. His Little Black Book became grey (it couldn't ever be white because he was Chuck Bass and did people really expect him to be orthodox or whatever?) but it seemed different now, because of her. Every touch, every kiss. And for him; it felt better that way. A lot better.

Present Day

It had been two and a half months since Blair had left Chuck and that one-night stand behind. She had known they had been over for a long time for she had been dying along with their flame, but she had been clinging onto all the hope left, desperately trying to resurrect anything she could get her hands on. There just wasn't enough love to relight it, passion or not. And out of the window with Chuck and their relationship had been her period. It had been gone for a while now which instantly set off sirens in her head. God, she couldn't be pregnant. No, don't think such extraneous thoughts. She had drummed the mantra into her head, but she still wasn't convinced. Even the woman working behind the counter at the drugstore had eyed her strangely when she saw such a young girl buying a pregnancy test with a nervous expression marring her pretty face. For Christ sake, she was barely out of her teens! She had so much of a life ahead of her; it couldn't be destroyed by a baby.

No. She was doing it again. Expecting the worst. It was probably just reacting too excessively.

She wouldn't be staggered if the pregnancy test did turn out positive.

It had been at the back of Blair's mind for a long time now. With every pain that seared through her abdomen. With every pounding headache and stomach ache that never used to be so familiar. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone; it was her little secret. She wasn't surprised though, when she saw the two pink lines on the pregnancy test she had bought earlier, one slightly fainter than the other. She was surprised though, when she began to comprehend that she was pregnant with Chuck Bass's baby and began to sink against the bathroom wall shaking, tears streaming down her face. She knew this all along, so why was it such a shock? Blair continued to shake and sob as she gazed at the cool, white skin of her stomach visible from under the blouse that had ridden up, already mentally counting down the days until New York could see the monster inside of her and the truth. The truth that she was pregnant. And Gossip Girl. Oh god, this would be a field-trip for the blogger bitch. She would bask in the news, telling the world and beyond. And then Chuck would find out and hate even more than he already did. Her mother would detest her and Jenny and Serena would sympathize but secretly note that Blair was a whore. She was ruined. All because of that thing in side of her. The tears kept coming, even as she calculated her plans. Her only choice left was an abortion, but Blair wasn't sure she could bring herself to kill it. Whatever deformities is emerged with, she knew that in a few years time she would hate herself for it. She was as much as a bitch as Gossip Girl, but she wasn't a murderer. But she wasn't stupid, so why didn't she see it coming? She should have seen that that stupid one-night stand with Chuck would result in something even more imprudent than sex with him. Was this a goddamn destiny for Blair? To end up pregnant at twenty? It was a downfall; an omen that had plagued her mind for a long time now yet still concluded in an aftermath of devastation. She knew she couldn't stay here with Gossip Girl and Chuck and whoever else would find out about the pregnancy. She would have to find an escapism elsewhere.

AN: So, what did you think? I know, this is relatively dark compared to the rest of the story, for the rest is a family/drama/romance story. This is just the beginning when B finds out about the baby and everything. I guess this chapter's a higher T, while it isn't necessary to rate the others as high. Anyway, let me know what you think while I begin writing other chapters! I appreciate feedback and take it all into account! Oh, and the Italian (yeah, it's Italian!) at the beginning of the chapter is translated to the 'dangers before us'. I'm alright at Italian so it should be pretty accurate. Hopefully ;)

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