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A/N: I am overwhelmed by the response I got from this story and wanted to get you guys another chapter as soon as possible! You're all so wonderful and I hope to hear what you all think about this next part. Keep in mind that Chuck has really been thrown into the world without a life preserver, so he's going to have trouble keeping track of what's what for a little bit. And what you saw in the last part isn't the only stuff that's going to be thrown into the mix. *wink* :) So forgive confused Chuck and bear with me, I promise I have an idea of where I'm going!

"Shit!" Chuck leapt from the bed, tripping into the bedside table, causing this older Blair to take a step towards him in shock and look at him as if he was crazy.

"What on God's green earth was that?" she asked him, looking absolutely flummoxed by his behavior.

But Chuck didn't process the words, he was staring...no, gaping at the woman before him, unable to believe his eyes. What the hell was she doing here? What the hell was he doing here? This…this was not how things were supposed to be! Chuck Bass had actually been rendered speechless.

"I—I thought I saw something…" he offered weakly, knowing he had to have some excuse for his behavior and thanking whatever divine being was up there for granting him a quick mind. Blair slowly inclined her head, accepting the lie, but making it very clear that she didn't believe him. He looked around him without recognizing a damn thing and his confusion and disbelief began to trickle from his mouth.

"...how? How are we here?" It was all he could manage to say, and he cursed at how stupid it sounded, because obviously, for some reason Blair seemed to know exactly why they were there. Her eyes then snapped to his face with an impatient look he almost recognized, except it was tapered with something else that he couldn't quite name. But it was the look she always gave to people who asked idiotic questions.

"After that special performance, I think I should be the one asking the questions, don't you? Did I really wear you out so much that you're now unable to form sentences?" she inquired with raised eyebrows. "I think that may be breaking our own threshold of standards." When he didn't answer, fumbling over the unmistakable confirmation that he and Blair Waldorf were having sex, she shook her head and walked away from him in the sexy way he loved to admire (no, not really, because she was Nate's girl…and he didn't look all that much…it's not like he was touching anything). "Honestly, Chuck, I hope you're in better form before we go to your father's dinner tonight. Do you have your cards?"

Cards? He didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about, but he was beginning to believe that he had landed himself in another time. Blair had clearly aged; he could tell by the planes of her face, which weren't quite as soft as before. The sound of her voice too, was a little sharper, with a quality that came with having lived longer. Not that this detracted from her appearance at all, in fact, Chuck was finding it profoundly sexy. He had always been attracted to her; he'd willingly admit that, in the way that he found any beautiful girl attractive. The difference being that she was Nate's, the one person whose claim on a girl actually meant something to him. It made her unlike any of the other beautiful girls. And beyond that, she was his friend. A friend that he respected and cared about to some vague extent. He had never bothered to test just how far his respect ran, but he knew it was there.

And now, they were together...in a fucking hotel room. And if not for one thing, he would never think of complaining about it.

She was Nate's.

He would never do that. He would never have betrayed his friend that way. He couldn't have done something like that. Was this the future or some other place...an alternate reality, maybe?

He needed to feel it out, and find out what was going on here.

"Where's Nate, Blair?"

Blair was now putting on her earrings, having given up on getting a response from him about the cards. But now she turned to him, now staring at him like she was clearly questioning his sanity.

"What is with you tonight? Nate will be at the benefit, don't worry, and the bromance can commence, as per usual." She paused as she turned back to the mirror. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd be jealous."

Jealous over who, Chuck wasn't entirely sure, but if he was here with her (where was here, anyway?) and Nate was elsewhere, he couldn't help but think that this place was shaping up to be nothing like where he had come from.

"Where's the scotch?" came out of his mouth before he could think about it and Blair went completely still. Yeah, he should probably know where the scotch was. For once, he was wishing that he wasn't in this room with Blair alone, she was way too perceptive and would soon be on the scent if he didn't knock it off. "I mean…" he needed to say something more Chuck-like and pray that this Chuck was like him. If not, it would really suck. "I don't know B, I think you and dear S give Nathaniel and I a run for our money. With that said, if you were ever in the mood for a ménage a trios, I'd be more than happy to—"

He only just ducked in time to avoid the brush aimed for his head, looking up to see Blair crossing her arms, with a smirk tilting her lips. He almost smiled too; there was the bitch he knew. "Not even up for discussion! I have it on good authority that someone is keeping you properly satisfied, Bass. But seriously, what's with these questions? I hope age isn't making you slower already...losing your intelligence would be a huge blow. It's one of your only redeeming qualities."

She was teasing him, except it kind of sounded affectionate. And it was weird. Chuck tried to decide what she was implying. Everything that had happened so far would indicate…but that was impossible. Him and Blair? Not the virginal tight-ass he knew who spared him disgusted faces whenever he would send a pervy comment her way (which was often). He couldn't imagine what could have brought Blair from Nate to Chuck, but the Blair he knew would never cheat on her Prince Charming, especially with the "man-whore of Manhattan," as she dryly referred to him; well, at least his Blair had.

It was then, as Chuck was perusing Blair's form again (hey, she wasn't dating Nate here, so he technically didn't have to have boundaries), that he caught the sight of a glittering diamond ring and a wedding band directly above it.

Oh God. Had it really come to this? So not only were he and Blair screwing, but she was married and therefore fooling around as well? This was downright depressing. He never expected to be the "other man" to prissy Blair Waldorf. He knew Blair well enough to know that if there was one thing she was, it was faithful.

He didn't think that she could have been married to Nate, because of her earlier comment about their "bromance," spoken so casually. But was she really that sex-starved, that she would turn to an old friend for satisfaction? He couldn't imagine what this world could be like, but he didn't know if he was interested in sticking around to find out.

"What time is it?" he asked the older Blair, thinking it would be a reasonable question.

She was still primping in front of the mirror. "You are wearing the watch I got you for Christmas, Chuck..."

She bought him gifts, too! What kind of arrangement did they have here? He looked down at his hands to check the time and noticed his own ring finger, before gasping in surprise. A wedding ring glinted at him mockingly.

This was getting insane.

He stood up for the first time and started to leave the room, looking for the bar. He needed something to drink. Blair's eyes followed him curiously. "Chuck?"

"Just a minute," Chuck called back to her. He didn't recognize this place, but the bar was not hard to find. He pulled out a glass and began to pour, his mind running. He knew who he was, and that was not someone to get married...ever. The idea wasn't just unappealing to him, it repulsed him. As the amber liquid sloshed into the glass copiously, he wondered if it was a marriage of convenience, because he could easily see his father forcing him into some well-to-do society match. In fact, he didn't have the vaguest idea of why else he would be married. And if he was cheating, why with Blair? She was literally the only girl he knew that wouldn't put-out and she was his choice of adultery companion? And she was married. Older Blair was obviously a huge skank.

Older Blair had followed him to the bar and was now watching him, but he was still lost in thought. He was young, still. At least he felt pretty young and since Blair looked about 25, he must be as well. And it occurred to him that he hadn't looked in a mirror yet.

"I had to pick the man that regularly broods didn't I?" she said more to herself than anything. Chuck guzzled down his first glass before pouring himself another. He had to wake up from this fucking nightmare…especially since he dropped into this universe after the other Chuck got to enjoy the sex! Speaking of, he wondered how Waldorf would be in bed...

Chuck couldn't stop looking at her. She was standing there with her hands on her hips, looking absolutely ravishing. And he couldn't help but tell her so.

"Have I told you how good you look?" he asked her softly. He might as well take advantage of the situation, since he would never be able to say or do any of this with the Blair in his world. "Do you know what I want to do with you right now?"

Laughing, Blair approached him, putting her hand on his arm to pull him back into the room. He allowed her to do so, dazedly, but snatched his glass off the counter and took another large swallow. "Yes, and I think we already did that. Chuck, you need to get ready for Bart's benefit."

"Bart's...benefit," he said slowly and Blair began to look genuinely concerned.

"Did you hit your head or something?"

A thought occurred to him and he looked down at her. "Are you going with me to the benefit?"

Blair dropped his arm and stared at him. Yeah, she was definitely going with him. "Alright, have you taken something, Bass?" Her tone was ringing with you better not have and Chuck wondered if he had quit that too. This Chuck had quite the dull existence. "Because if I wanted to answer inane questions for the rest of my life, I would have married Nate."

Chuck finally shook his head, though he wasn't sure if he had taken drugs or not. He was beginning to see something else, as unbelievable as he might have thought it. But there weren't many other possibilities... she bought him gifts and went to parties on his arm and told him what to do—he was coming to the conclusion that he and Blair were married, and not just fooling around.

This had to be a dream.

Blair just nodded lightly at him, still frowning and found his suit, handing it to him. "Just put this on, please. We don't have time for this; Bart is expecting you to make the toast."

Chuck wanted to exclaim in surprise when she told him that, but he withheld his astonishment when he saw the worried look on her face. He didn't want to upset her, really. And he sure as hell didn't want anyone thinking he was nuts. He had to figure out what the fuck was going on here without alerting anyone to the fact that he wasn't the Chuck that everyone seemed to think he was. And then, he had to find a way to get back to where he had come from while the previous Chuck could have his body back.

It was giving him a headache just thinking about it, but it was the situation. And if his life of social destruction had taught him anything, it was to cultivate the ability to adapt. He smirked; he could do this. He looked at the older Blair again...he could do this, and enjoy it.

Her brown eyes were studying him intently, the way she did in high school whenever she was evaluating something. It was surprising him that he found himself mentally reciting what her facial expressions meant, as if he had subconsciously stored the knowledge and packed it away without knowing. It was coming in handy at the moment, but the idea still slightly disturbed him.

He finally got a good look in the mirror and was quite pleased with what he saw. He still had his chiseled features and sharp jawline. His hair was still on his head and dark brown (that bit had worried him, since Bart had grayed early), and he was still fit. He did up his tie expertly and grinned into the mirror. He was going to have no problem finding company for the night, he thought, feeling rather uplifted. Women loved older men.

"Cufflinks," Blair said, handing them off to him.

Oh shit, that's right...he was married. And most likely to Blair Waldorf, who would definitely castrate him both viciously and publicly if he so much as glanced another woman's way. Actually, she'd do it in private, so she could prolong the agony. He was surprised to find that he had scruples about cheating on Blair, as if she was actually his wife or something...

Or maybe it was that the idea of Blair getting insanely jealous over him was making him all hot. He had been wary of touching her ever since he had fallen into whatever this was, because deep down he knew this wasn't real. This woman was another man's wife and if the Chuck that she knew was any part of him, he couldn't feel right betraying that man. Unfortunately, this Blair didn't know that, and would expect things from him. And the temptation was just too much.

Now she was adjusting one of his cufflinks like she had done it for years, standing too close to him and breathing softly and without much thought, Chuck's hand went behind her graceful neck and pulled her up for a kiss. He pressed his mouth firmly to hers, half-expecting her to push him away. But after initial surprise at the suddenness of it, Blair responded, prompting him to deepen the kiss.

Chuck was someone who had always studied beautiful women. So he knew Blair Waldorf's face—her deep, doe brown eyes, her full, red lips and her china doll face. But feeling her the way that he was right now was a different matter. It was incredible.

There was nothing inexpert about the way her lips were moving against his, pulling him in, but never enough to satisfy. He had never felt anything like it, this immediate jolt of familiarity that for the first time since he had woken up, everything felt just perfect. She was simply meant to kiss him and their lips made sense against each other's.

What was most jarring was the passion that rose up between them hard and fast. He didn't expect only a kiss to be so uninhibited and practiced, especially with Blair, his friend and partner-in-crime. In lieu of all of this, Chuck panicked, because if there was one thing he knew, it was that if something felt so right, it was bound to be wrong. In response to that thought, he broke the kiss a little more urgently than he should have, his heart thudding against his chest.

He wished that she would step away, because he didn't know if he could control himself. Her lips were swollen and her chest was heaving and the she giggled. Oh, he felt his body react to that sound like nothing he had ever felt before and he was so alarmed by the desire that he concentrated on a spot just above her shoulder, hoping that she would move. Thankfully, she seemed to have read his mind and took a step back. He watched in amazement as she lifted his arm to look at his watch, one pressing question in his mind at the moment. How she could be so different from the Blair he knew?

He was definitely banking on this being an alternate reality.

"We," she said quietly, pressing another quick kiss to his mouth and pulling away before he could do anything primordial, "are going to be very late if we don't leave now."

"Right..." Chuck said, following her as she took some make-up out of her clutch to do a touch-up after that kiss. He really wanted her.

Despite how disoriented he was, being dropped here out of nowhere, he still had the born manners of a consummate gentleman. And he took great amusement in knowing that it was one of the most deceptive things about him. He reached for her coat and helped her into it. Her proximity to him was again making him uneasy as she slipped into the coat and his hands lingered on her shoulders.

It was the strangest experience of his life. A few intimate moments with Blair (not the same Blair, he had to continually remind himself) and the attraction had come on so strong and blinding. He had never seen her like this before, but he was enthralled like he had never been before. It was a horrible thing to come to terms with, because when he figured out how to get back to his own time and his own world, he couldn't feel this way about the Blair he had grown up with.

That Blair was pure and clutched her fairytales to her chest like they would disappear if she didn't. And the sad truth was, that if she didn't hold them so tight, they probably would. That Blair was in a relationship with his best friend and though Nate took her for granted and transparently pined for Serena van der Woodsen, Blair would always be the woman in his life. Chuck pitied him for that, because even if he didn't stay with Blair, Nate just wasn't wired to be alone. He loved and dealt with the constraints that came with it. If it wasn't Blair, it was Serena.

But Serena would flit away just like she always did, and Nate would be left with Blair, who was safe and perfect. They would have the perfect marriage and Chuck would be their rich, derelict friend. Blair was, and always would be, the one line that Chuck could never cross.

His hands flew off her shoulders and Blair turned to him for a last minute straightening of his jacket and tie, as if he needed it. Then paused, like something had just occurred to her. "Chuck, cards."

"What?"

"For the speech! Where are they?" Blair was exasperated, crinkling her nose in dismay. "And no, you aren't going to wing it. That may have gotten you off the hook one time, but I doubt you'll be drawing any inspiration from your untapped feelings for Bart!"

He...had no clue what she was talking about, but he gathered that he was making a speech at a benefit for his father and he had written the thing on index cards. He decided to disregard the last bit, it was probably a memory of hers that he hadn't experienced yet. "Relax, Waldorf, I'll get them."

He realized too late that he probably didn't call her 'Waldorf' anymore, but she didn't say anything, so maybe that was okay. He strode back to the bedroom and pulled open the bedside table drawer, knowing that's where he would keep something of that nature. Sure enough, they were tucked neatly on top and he felt a glimmer of triumph. At least some things about this weren't so bad...in some ways the Chuck of this world was probably just like him.

He was returning to the hallway—to Blair—when he heard a light tapping, like feet running against the hard floor. "Daddy!" Chuck stopped dead in his tracks as a small girl with dark brown curls ran over to him, launching herself at his legs. "I don't want you and Mommy to go!" she whimpered, pressing her little body against his knees.

Chuck couldn't breathe.

A/N: Introducing the newest twist to the story! Pint-sized, but definitely going to throw Chuck for another loop! So, please review and tell me if you like it, honestly. I wasn't sure that I really liked this chapter as much as I would have wanted, but I thought I owed it to you guys to try and put one up quickly. :)