Oh where oh where is our little Queen B? Oh where oh where can she be? Missing school is one thing. But who has ever heard of Blair Waldorf missing a charity brunch? Especially when her mother is the hostess. I think it's time we all played one of my favorite games: Where's Waldorf?

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Gossip Girl

It had been three weeks since Blair was diagnosed with leukemia. Acute Myeloid Leukemia to be precise. Blair had to Google it several times to further understand what the doctors told her. Everything had spiraled downward so fast. She had barely time to think about her third session of chemotherapy.

She sat down in the brown leather chair in the out-patient care center and took out her phone. "I'm sorry there is no cell phone usage once your seated," a plump nurse informed Blair. Blair, irritated, stood up and texted Serena before closing her phone and sticking it back in her purse, slyly smiling directing at the nurse while doing so.

S-

Slept in. Have a bad headache. Sorry I had to miss the brunch, hope it wasn't too much of a bore. Hopefully will be in school later

-B

She closed her eyes tightly and pursed her lips and the nurse ran an alcohol swab over inner left arm. "OK, I'm going to insert the needle in now Ms. Waldorf. Please remember to breath." Unknowingly Blair had been holding her breath. She breathed out slowly as the nurse stuck her with the large needle hooked up to bag a poison. Cold liquid quickly filled her veins which made her shiver. Responsively the nurse gave Blair a thin blue blanket, the kind the airlines give you when you are forced to fly coach. She leaned her head back in the seat and tried to think of something else. But as of recently the dominating feature in her life was her illness.

"Mom, I'm not going to Baltimore for treatment! New York is fine and Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center was ranked number 2 in the East Coast," Blair argued with her mother on the verge of tears.

"Number two isn't good enough. Honey, please understand how important this is. It's literally life and death."

"Yes I know, but it's MY life and death. And I'm staying in New York. That's final!"

Blair would stay in New York. She would continue with school and treatment at the same time. And soon once treatment would be over, and she'll be fine. Or at least she hoped so. Blair hands grew very cold and began to shake. Why didn't she remember to bring gloves this time? Again, she tried to imagine something else, besides the frozen toxins flowing through her.

"I dunno Mom. This is too short and it has bangs. Bangs are so 2006." Blair said looking into the mirror of New York's best wig shop.

"Well Blair, there really aren't a lot of options. All of the human hair ones are short. And I am not having you parade around the town with a polyester wig. People will think your Britney Spears." She went to her daughter and straightened out her soon to be new hair. "I think you looked good with a bob."

Blair gave her mom a foul look. "I look like a 3 year old girl!"

"You look fine. It'll go well with all of those head bands you have. And I'd consider us lucky we found a brunette, just like your natural hair."

"Lucky!' Blair cried hysterically. "Yes, it's so lucky my senior year I have leukemia and have to have chemo and am going to lose my hair that I've been growing out since I was a little girl." Blair grabbed the wig off of her head and threw it on the ground, clutching her still there chocolate brown locks.

Eleanor looked sensibly at the owner of the store. "We'll take it."

Blair motioned for the nurse to quickly get a waste basket. Apparently she only had green bile in her stomach, which made her throat burn horribly. She would never get used to the unpleasant flu symptoms the chemotherapy produced. At least when she was bulimic Blair had the satisfaction of having an amazing body. But just in the past couple of weeks her body has become feeble and ghastly thin, like the women her mother hires to walk the runway, which would be passable except that all of the color has gone from her as well, especially in her face. Plus she had been bruising like a peach every time she came in contact with any object. She currently had a wicked bruise on her left backside and shoulder due to the unfortunate slippery stairs vs. high heels incident. To top it off her hair had already begun to thin out, which hid with ponytails and large head scarves. Blair tried her best to go unnoticed. She dressed excessively in frills and bulky jackets. But soon the temperatures would rise and her body would have to be seen in sheer fabrics and shirts designed for springtime. Blair sighed, fifteen more minutes in the chemo process. She wiped her mouth and closed her eyes and tried her best go somewhere else in her head. School. What is everyone doing at school? Blair wondered.

**********

"God I can't believe Blair is missing another day of school! A few days was understandable but even Gossip Girl is noticing her disappearance. I'm really starting to worry." Serena vented to Dan, her now not quite boyfriend but still best guy friend friend.

"I'm sure she's fine. I bet she just had a bad nose job or something and needs some time to heal," Dan pathetically joked.

"No. I know Blair she would never get plastic surgery under the age of forty."

"Serena, I was joking.."

"Oh," Serena shrugged. "I knew that.

"She probably just has a really bad stomach flu or something." Dan put his arm around her. "You're worrying too much.

"No. I mean I know. It's just Blair is never sick. And even when she is sick she still shows up to school like everything's fine. She hates when people know that she's ill," she tell out a much needed sigh. "I'm really scared her eating disorder is back. I mean, some freshman girl did hear her throwing up in the bathroom," Serena rationalized her conclusion.

"Allegedly heard her throwing up," Dan corrected. "Which actually makes perfect sense for a person that has the flu." Serena shot him one of her looks.

"Dan, you can't deny that she's gotten extremely thin recently. Like abnormally extremely thin, even for Blair. She did this her freshman year too," Serena explained. "Then her mom sent her away for a month to a clinic in Maine and Blair returned her normal self."

"See then if this is the case then she will be fine."

"You don't understand Dan. She didn't tell anyone her freshman year. I had no idea what happened to her. She went through it all by herself because of her pride. And I was too busy and selfish to notice. I just don't want her to go through another eating disorder episode alone… again."

"Listen Serena. It's not your fault you didn't know. I know Blair is a stubborn person. If she wants to keep something to herself, she will. But I'm sure she's a lot more grown up since freshman year and if it's something serious she will tell you about," He reassured Serena. "But honestly, I don't know anything. Have your tried asking her entourage? Dan motioned towards Penelope, Isabel and Hazel.

"They wouldn't know anything." Serena saw Chuck walking out from the hallways of St. Jude. "But I know who might. Chuck!" Serena shouted at him before he entered his limo. Chuck turned around a smirked at her while she ran after him.

"There's not need to go chasing after me sis." He stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned his body against the car door.

"Chuck have you seen Blair recently?"

"Hmm. She and I haven't really been on speaking terms since my dear old uncle went back to Australia. Why don't you ask Nate? He's shared a bed more recently with her that I have."

"You know since Vanessa and Nate cleared up their misunderstandings Blair has had nothing to do with him. Come on, don't be so covetous," Serena joked while tugging at Chuck's sour look between her thumb and index finger.

"Learn a new word of the day S?" Chuck slapped her hand away from his face.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Some of us actually go to our English class and learn to expand our vocabulary," Serena smiled smugly, which quickly faded. "But seriously, Chuck. Have you noticed something peculiar about her lately?"

Oh course he had. But he would never admit his concern completely. "Now that you mention maybe she has been a bit nonexistent recently, in her attendance and her physical presence. But doesn't she just have the flu?"

"Why does everyone keep saying that? Come on, you know it is something more than that."

"Perhaps, but, you may be reaching Serena."

"Maybe. But, I dunno. Do you think you can help me find out what she's been up to lately?"

"Well, I guess I haven't called my P.I recently and I'm not paying him for nothing…" Chuck took out his phone.

"No. Chuck, be normal. I mean ask her what's going or when you see her or maybe…" Serena cringed "…check on her at home. But only if you have to!"

"Oh sis if you play it nicely you'll never get down to the cold truth."

"So you will help me?"

"Well. I have been bored lately. And I'm due to be involved in new scandal soon, so yes."

"Thank you thank you thank you. No private investigator though," Serena pointed a finger at him. "We are her friends, remember that. Text me if you find anything out, ok?

"Ok," And with that Chuck got into his limo. "Driver," he instructed, "we have a detour to make."

Careful B, wherever you are. Look like S is gathering a search party. And what's a party without Chuck Bass?

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Gossip Girl