Hello everyone! Okay this was just going to be about a two chapter little fic, but then I got an idea and I'm running with it. I think it will end up being about five in total. The spoilers are done in this fic, I just used the girlfriend and the idea of a new Chuck Bass. As of now all the crap is just stuff I'm making up. I should be reading a really depressing book right now for my class, but… I wrote this… and I may even proof read it to continue the avoidance. Woo Hooo! Here we go…

Chuck woke to the scent of her. It was everywhere. On him, on the pillows and sheets around him, he was surrounded by it and it was perfection. Until he reached for her, and grasped only bedding long cold from her absence. Sitting up with a curse, he looked around needlessly. He knew she was gone. Angrily he got up from the bed, their bed. He started shoving his clothes on,

He'd known when she'd asked him to meet her here tonight, that this was it; this was the night he would use to get back in. It wasn't how he'd planned it, but he could tell she'd reached the point where she would forgive what had happened before just to be with him again. He had forced he to openly crave him again, not just sexually, but crave their whole relationship and connection again. He knew how lonely it could be when they were apart.

He had spent months on this plan. As he lay in a hospital bed willing his body to recover, he had come to face the one truth. She was the only thing that mattered in his life. Not other people, not his empire. Her. And he was getting her back at any cost. And so he had plotted. He had invested everything in it, even changing his behaviour to capture her full attention. He'd gotten it too. There had been a couple of occasions where she'd come to him, where he'd had to play it cool, play the reformed, but it nearly killed him every time he'd turned her away. However, he was playing for bigger stakes. He didn't just want Blair Waldorf back for the short term; he wanted her for a lifetime. So he continued to attempt to drive her mad with the new Chuck Bass. He dated a girl that bored him to tears, but one he knew would get under Blair's skin for just that reason. He'd even sickened himself by pulling off what appeared to be a most sincere apology to Humphrey. He was, in all things, a gentleman. All to get her back, and now she'd run? Not this time.

Getting to her penthouse, he bribed the doorman and headed straight upstairs. He knew that since Dorota had had the baby, she actually had more set hours now, and he wasn't surprised when no one greeted him in the entry hallway. He sprinted up the stairs and strode into her bedroom… only to find it not only empty of her personage, but with signs of many of her belongings being gone. What was there was an envelope of her stationary, propped against the pillow, his name written across the front in her perfect penmanship.

I'm sorry for everything.

You deserve much better.

Don't come looking for me.

Blair.

"She stole my line…" He mused before crumpling the paper and hurling it across the room.

Half a day later a very tired Blair finally arrived in Paris. Instead of dealing with any of her parents she headed strait for the Ritz, planning on locking herself away. If you had to figure out what to do with the rest of your empty life, you might as well hold up at the Ritz, Blair decided, ever one for the dramatic. Given the late hour, the suite was dimly lit, and the bed had already been turned down, but jet lag and the fact that Blair didn't think she'd sleep well for a while put that out of her mind. After the valet left she perched on a sofa to strip off her shoes, her dress quickly followed given that she'd just spent the day traveling in it. Clad only in her slip and stockings she padded over to the widows to gaze out. Paris was her second favourite city in the world. It seemed appropriate to be here what with losing her first choice in so many things.

The sound of ice clinking inside of a glass was her first clue that she was not alone. Startled she spun around… and there was an impeccably suit clad Chuck Bass, downing the remainder of his drink.

"What are you doing here?"

"Surprised, lover?" He moved in near menace across the room, and she backed away, putting a sofa between them, but he merely filled his empty glass. "Did you expect me to still be asleep in our bed? I must admit… you did wear me out… but not so much that I wouldn't wakeup with your absence…"

"How did you get here so fa—" Needlessly asking, but trying to buy herself time to figure out what was going on.

"It's amazing how much faster an unlimited bank account and a private plane make you in comparison to someone flying commercial… How were the peanuts, by the way?"

"You shouldn't have come. I told you not to." She said, becoming aware of how little she wore under his leering gaze.

She moved to the sofa picking her discarded dress up and turning her back on him to start to slip it over her head. She gasped as she felt his hands latch onto her forearms, pulling her back against him as she clutched the dress to her chest. He leaned in to whispered in her ear.

"I thought your performance last night ensured that I would come after you…"

She shut her eyes at the feel of his breath on her skin, bracing herself against the shivers it and being held so close to him, caused to run through her. She yanked at her arms, trying to get free, but he only released her long enough to slip his arms fully around her, and pin the to him. She sighed, resigned, and stopped struggling even though her body remained tense.

"That was goodbye." She told him, still trying to arch away from him.

"Goodbye? There's no such thing between us…" He hissed into her ear, squeezing her frame, making her moan.

"There is now." She said firmly, and she hoped he didn't hear the hint of desperation. "We're over. You're not the Chuck Bass I want."

"What's this?" He practically cackled in her ear. "The Queen doesn't want her Prince Charming?"

Blair scowled trying to ignore him and the feel of his hardening body against her. He shook her slightly, trying to get her to play, but she held her tongue, vowing not to let him drag her in.

"Didn't you like it? Seeing me as the hero? The fallen returning to grace? Didn't it make you want me for your own… and hate that I was with another…"

The arms that were wrapped around her held her wrists with strong manicured hands, who's thumbs now traced circles around her pulse beat, which was growing faster with each rotation.

"No." Blair bit out, and there was a long list of things she could have been refuting, but neither seemed to know which it was.

"Ahh… Anna…Did it bother you… seeing her with me… Seeing another woman capture my whole attention in a way only you ever have… hearing her tell you that I loved her… Did it keep you up at night? I don't know why I never thought of a version of her before…"

Suddenly Blair could clearly see the smokescreen that was Anna, and most likely the entire past two months.

"You manipulative freak." She told him, craning her head around to look at him.

This was all the access he needed, and his mouth swooped in on hers to kiss her passionately, making her moan under his assault.

"But this is the man you want." He chucked in victory, spinning her in his arms so they were face to face. "You want me, just as I've always been… because you love me, unchanged and in my natural state…"

"No…" She shook her head rapidly, struggling in earnest now. She needed to get away from this man who could hurt her like no other. This man that she loved like no other.

"It's too late, Waldorf. You've tipped your hand." He said and if possible held her closer. "You want me… just like this."

"I never said I wasn't completely insane myself…" Blair murmured, beginning to melt as her senses went into overload.

"Say it." He commanded, his hands working magic at they pulled her slip up.

"Say what?" Blair said breathlessly as she gave in and tried to capture his lips with her own.

"The truth. Three words, eight letters. Say it, and I'm yours." He whispered as he dodged her attempts to kiss him.

Almost against her will, Blair spoke desperately. "I love you."

The most beautiful, joyous smile came over his face. "I love you, too."

She frowned for a split second, hating that he had won. "I hate you."

He laughed, a real Chuck Bass laugh, just before he kissed her again. "You'll get over it. You always do…"

The next morning, warm sunlight filled the beautiful suite, and Blair woke up to Chuck biting and sucking on her earlobe. She thought she'd be completely wrung out after last night, but true to form, her Chuck could always get her blood going. Letting him have his way with her neck, her hands began to dance over his warm skin, loving the feel of it. He flinched slightly as her fingertips found the jagged edge of the scar from his gunshot wound, and she lifted her hands to his face to make him look at her.

"I was beginning to think you hadn't even been shot…" She teased.

"Oh, I was shot, Kitten…"

She looked at him, all teasing gone. "It would have killed me if you'd died. What were you thinking in that ally way?"

"Well… I should probably take some of the onus for what happened in the ally… If I had just given them what they wanted… I probably could have walked away."

"What?" She asked sharply, ready to kill him for taking unnecessary risks. "Whatever it was, you should have handed it over! You know everything is replaceable!"

He was leaning over her as she lay on her back, and he smiled down at her. "Not everything… and not this."

Reaching under his pillow where he'd tucked it just before waking her, he pulled out the leather ring box. Her eyes went wide at seeing the little box.

"This… this was special. It was the future… it was hope… and I couldn't lose it." He carefully opened the box, and took the engagement ring out. "It was so special to me, that I've had half of Europe looking under every rock to get it back… I am so sorry for the pain I've caused you. And I know I can't take it back, but I want to make it up to you, even if it takes me the rest of my life…"

As he had started talking to her, the words were so familiar, except this time, they weren't interrupted by Humphrey's fist.

"Blair, will you marry me?"

Blair was stunned, and the smile stayed on his face, letting his words sink in.

"What do you say, Waldorf? You and me, forever?" He asked again, taking her hand and kissing the back.

"Yes!" Blair finally said, taking the leap, because when it came to her Chuck Bass… she couldn't stop herself, and didn't want to either.

Not wanting to wait, wanting only to declare their forever, Chuck and Blair were married at her father's vineyard, pausing only long enough for Serena, Nate, Dorota, Lily and Eric to hop a flight to France to witness the two nineteen year olds, who already seemed etched in stone, pledge forever.

On the flight back to New York in Bass Industries private jet, they talked about the immediate future… the distant future didn't quite matter now that both were assured it would be a future together. Blair would finish her semester at Columbia, and then Chuck would give her the big, perfect, society wedding she had always dreamed of. A Christmas wedding. Then she'd take a semester off and they could honeymoon as long as they liked, which seemed to be the part Chuck was dreaming about.

Having left Manhattan so quickly, Chuck had a few things to clear off his schedule, the first being, as Blair instructed, was to show Anna the door, so he had dropped her off at her penthouse, and they made plans to meet back at the Empire that night.

Blair took a long bath, and spent extra time creaming and powdering herself to make sure her scent would intoxicate Chuck, and then she dressed, a little more seductive then usual, but they were newlyweds after all. She smiled to herself. She was married to her Chuck Bass. In her room as she packed several of her bags, she looked at the perfect rings on her fingers. His rings, claiming ownership, just as her ring on his finger claimed him as hers. She sighed happily, and with the packing done, she skipped out of her room to go downstairs and have the doorman come for her things.

Blair felt the hard shove from behind that sent her plummeting down the stairs. She felt her body smack off the steps. She felt her head crack off the banister. Then she felt no more. The world, for the new Mrs. Bass, went dark.

TahDAH! Okay, this was the setup chapter, leading into the new idea I got. Alright, and has anyone ever tried a workout DVD before? I had not. I feel like I don't want to humiliate myself in front of others by taking a class, so I'll just humiliate myself in private by doing a DVD workout. Who knew one of these things could kill you? I hurt SO bad, and I even cheated while doing the exercises! I