Hi, to all you that like Dirty Games, I have a new short story up You teaser. I think to make it into more chapters, what do you say to that?

Hell or love?

Chapter 2

A distant memory

"Chuck," Blair´s curious voice called out as she looked at him. She thought she was dreaming Chuck couldn't be here by her side.

"Blair," Chuck said in a chocked voice. Blair´s eyes suddenly darkened as she understood why Chuck was really here with her.

"Are you here to torture me some more?" Blair asked in her low and horce voice. Blair looked away as Chuck says "Why, Blair?"

Blair did not answer his question, after all this shit Chuck didn't deserve an answer at all. Blair kept her eyes on the window. Chuck gazed at her desperately.

Blair remembered only too well the steel of the knife cutting her flesh as the blood ran. She had felt peace for a short time no Eva, no Chuck, no anything.

Brady, her own little bundle of joy was gone. She had held him. He was so tiny and feeble. Her own miniature Chuck, even in his not born size Blair could see Chuck in him.

"I am sorry, Mss. he is not going to live," The doctor said in a consultant tone. Blair looked as he held this way too tiny baby up to her. The baby had big eyes and very big head just like Chuck, Blair thought.

Blair couldn't hold her tears at bay anymore. The tears ran down her cheeks, as she thinks about Brady.

Chuck was shocked as Blair´s tears ran down her face. Blair wasn't a person that cried in front of people and least of all Chuck.

That stupid Eva had turned up and Blair had hated her. Brady was dead- the only thing she had that was Chuck´s.

Chuck tried to embrace her but Blair just moved away. She had a hard time after Jack, Paris and Eva.

She remembered taking the pregnancy test before Paris- Blair just knew she was pregnant. She had had a hard time in hiding it in Paris with Serena.

Brady died after she lost Colombia, Blair´s bulimic relapses returned and Brady just couldn't live.

Blair thought she could get through anything but the way Chuck had pushed her was just too much.

She had to tell him about Brady.

"Blair, I am sorry," Chuck said his voice shaky as he tried again to embrace her. Blair lay her hand down on his.

"Say that to Brady," Blair said in a cold tone as she dragged her hand back.

Chuck looked at her in a confused way.

"Brady was your son," Blair told him as she saw his confusion.

Chuck knew about miscarriage but he didn't know that Blair had named the baby. Blair looked at him in a say- something –look.

"Blair, we had a son?" Chuck asked as he felt his heart sink. Blair bit her lip in a sad manner.

"Yes, we had the most beautiful little thing," Blair said sounding distant.

"Where did you bury him?" Chuck asked as he looked at Blair. Blair hesitated for a second and said "Near your father´s grave."

"Brady is the reason, I attempted suicide, he was everything to me," Blair told him as she walked back to the bed.

Chuck had been wrong about Blair being cold and heartless she loved Brady and still did.

"I am sorry too- about Eva, I wanted her out off your life it was a wrong thing to do," Blair said in a lifeless tone. Chuck couldn't stand the thought of Brady just lying there, he hadn't seen their baby but he must have been beautiful.

Chuck stayed the whole day. Blair did not speak with him the rest of the day, she was ignoring him. She had told him and now she felt her heart rise again, it felt good to tell him about Brady. Brady had been Blair´s greatest secret.

Chuck left the evening to see Brady´s grave. Chuck walked in to the graveyard this was his worst place to been- except hospitals. Chuck saw the little grave stone.

Brady Bartholomew Waldorf

Chuck looked at the name and he brook down.

Blair had kept his little boy a secret and now he was gone. Chuck Bass wasn't a weak person but this moment he felt weak and alone.

Wonder what Blair must have felt? Chuck thought sadly.

He went home after placing flowers in Brady and Bart´s graves. The trip home was like walking in a cloud. He did not see or feel anything. Chuck was so emotionally out of it that he didn't drink. Chuck fell asleep dreaming about Brady.

"Daddy, Daddy, look what I got," Brady called as he ran up to Chuck. The little boy had dark hair with doe like eyes and a smirk on his face.

Brady was holding a lollipop that he showed it to Chuck.

"Is it nice? Mummy gave me it," Brady said in a cheerful tone. Chuck bowed down to look at Brady´s lollipop. It had nice colors.

"It is nice," Chuck said as he stroked Brady´s hair. Chuck looked up as Blair came running over to them.

"Brady, baby, you mustn't run away from mummy," Blair said in a breathless voice. Chuck looked at his Blair, she was stunning with her brown curly hair, cheery red lips and doe like eyes.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, he ran to me," Chuck told her as Blair embraced him.

Chuck woke with a jolt, Blair had been there and Brady. Blair had been so happy and Brady was so tiny.

Chuck couldn't fall back to sleep, so he went to see Blair again. Blair was asleep but she was sleeping very restlessly and kept muttering Brady´s name and his own name. Chuck walked up and started to caress her hair.

"Blair, I still love you," Chuck said in a soft whisper. Blair stopped stirring and fell back to sleep. Chuck stayed by her side. Every time Blair had a nightmare Chuck whispered calming things to her and stroked her hair.

Blair suddenly grabbed his hand as she whimpered. Chuck felt pain and hated himself for making her feel this pain. Blair´s tears ran down her cheeks again as Chuck wiped them away.

He made Blair a promise to stay this time. Chuck knew this was going to be hard and Blair wouldn't be forgiving him so easily.