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A/N : So, this is why I need a Beta. After reading over the first chapter I realized I had written Blair's mother's name as Evelyn instead of Eleanor. Well, since I've apparently renamed her that's how she's gonna stay for the duration of this story. She won't be mentioned much, if at all, again, so it's not that big a deal. Also, Dorota is apparently Polish, I don't know where I got that she was Russian. I think she mentioned having relatives in the Russian mafia on one ep. and I must've gotten confused. Again, not that big a deal. In case anyone is confused, in my story Sam is still around….but not for long. Finally, sorry it took so long to update. You can blame that on a certain cable/internet provider that shall not be named. But, you know who you are! Please Review!

Thursday May 22, 1980. When Blair told her cousin she was coming to Point Place to help her, it was only partially a lie. She honestly did want to help Jackie. In fact, she knew it was going to take major restraint to prevent herself from slapping this Steven or Hyde, or whatever he was called, senseless, just at the very sight of him. But, it wasn't just the sisterly need to protect her cousin that was driving her to Point Place. If Blair was honest with herself, and she found that she needed to be, as she watched strings of cotton-like clouds whirr by her airplane window, she knew she was also going to Point Place to escape her problems…escape Chuck. Every where she went in New York was a memory of their relationship. All of New York was Chuck. The Empire Hotel, The Palace, the Empire State Building, Victrola. It was unbearable. She knew no one would look for her in Point Place. He wouldn't look for her there. She could practically reinvent herself and only Serena, Georgie, and Jackie would know the "real" Blair. The more Blair thought about why she really wanted to go to Point Place, the more her mind wandered to Sam's motivations.

Why would a stripper leave Las Vegas for Point Place?

"That's what I want to know" Georgina said as she turned to Blair with furrowed brows as if she herself had been deep in thought.

Blair hadn't realized that last thought had been aloud, but it was good to know that she and Georgina were on the same page. She looked around the cabin and noticed Serena and Dorota were both asleep, which was fine. She was actually relieved Dorota would only be there a week and then return to New York to her husband and baby. Blair thought she might scream if Dorota reminded her one more time about what activities "God is always watching" for. She was certain that if God really did watch that much his retinas were surely now burned from the sight of Chuck and Jenny getting it on. Blair didn't much care that Serena was asleep either, because the girl was honestly useless in plotting. Sometimes Blair missed the old Serena who had been almost as useful in plotting as Chuck. But, then she'd remember the late nights she spent cleaning up vomit and ensuring neither Serena nor Georgina were date raped and, once again, be thankful for this new and improved Serena. She was, however, for once, very thankful that Lily had married Bart Bass because she wasn't sure she could properly plot on a commercial flight. The thought alone disgusted her.

"Well why did you agree to come here?" Blair turned her attention back to Georgina who was now flipping pages in May's issue of French Vogue.

Georgina looked up. "Honestly, one, I don't like people hurting my family and you, Jackie, and Serena are pretty much all I've got…"

Blair knew this much about Georgina. Of all their parents, she was inclined to believe Georgina's were the worst. It was discovered that Georgina had a genius IQ at age 3 and because of her advanced intelligence, her parents' expectations far exceeded that of even the most ambitious Upper East Side parents. They pushed her to complete High School by age 11, accounting for all her free time with extracurricular activities. The only times she was allowed to experience what any average child would consider fun was when she spent time with her cousins, which was rare. While Blair loathed the idea of visiting Jackie in Wisconsin, Georgina had frequently begged for it and was always refused. By 14, Georgina had earned her Bachelor's degree in Criminal Psychology at Columbia and her 14 year old mind had snapped. She could no longer take her parents' pressure and constant prodding. It was at this age Georgina snorted her first line of cocaine from a piece of broken glass in a bathroom at Carter Baizen's 18th birthday party and from then on it was a haze of razors, bloody noses, white powders, and needles. The term "wild child" would have been a compliment if used on Georgina. The prestigious schools and résumé-building extracurriculars were replaced with a string of mental institutions and drug rehabilitation centers. Blair ventured that if Georgina were not her cousin and she hadn't seen the few times the girl could be truly caring and selfless as opposed to self-destructive and downright cruel, she'd think she were a sociopath.

"and two," Georgina broke Blair from her reverie "I needed to get away from New York. I mean…I'm serious this time" she turned to look her cousin in the eye, wanting to convey her sincerity "it's not like that time I was sent to Jesus camp" they both smiled "I just needed to get away from it all, you know?"

"Yeah… I guess we're all running from something" and as they both came to the same realization their smiles grew "I wonder what Sam's running from?" Blair directed the question at no one in particular, but for the rest of the flight they both ran a number of scenarios through their minds, finally deciding that Serena would be using her Bass contacts once again. They'd need Chuck's PI to get some information on the stripper.


9AM - Friday, May 23, 1980. Jackie was just rolling over in her bed when she heard Dorota's heavy footsteps walking across her bedroom floor. Before she had time to sit up and register what was happening, her room filled with blinding sunlight as Dorota pulled her curtains back. She squinted up at the motherly woman who was now placing a tray by her bed.

"Good morning, Miss Jacqueline. Breakfast for you" she said, motioning toward the tray with croissants, oatmeal, berries and various other breakfast foods.

"Thank You, Dorota" Jackie answered with a soft smile on her face. It had been a while since someone had made breakfast for her. She hadn't seen her mother in almost a year so that meant no hired help was around to cook and since she hadn't been coming to the basement, she hadn't seen Mrs. Forman either. It was Mrs. Forman's cooking she missed the most, not because it tasted any better than the food the professional staff had prepared for her, but because she knew Mrs. Forman's meals had been prepared with love. Just the thought of running into Steven, however, had been enough to keep her away.

Today would be different though. She had gone to the Forman's yesterday to tell the gang that she and her cousins would be making regular appearances in the basement. Though her news got a cold reaction from her friends, Mrs. Forman practically demanded that they come to dinner that Friday. So, it was on this Friday morning that Jackie found herself sitting in bed enjoying a home cooked breakfast and smiling as she thought about how the first step in her cousin's plan would go into effect today. Today they'd get rid of the whore.

As she popped a strawberry into her mouth she heard a loud knock at her door. "Get up, get your ass in a bikini, and meet us by the pool!" Georgina yelled like a drill sergeant. Jackie wasn't sure if she should be more encouraged or afraid, but either way, she found herself rushing around her room changing into her bikini and grabbing tanning lotion.


As Jackie stepped out of the sliding glass door and lay down on a banana lounge next to Serena, she smiled as she thought about the last 24 hours and how these girls had brought back a since of camaraderie and sisterhood she'd thought she lost when Donna betrayed her.

Flashback - Yesterday/Thursday Evening

Jackie reclined on her living room sofa, pleased with herself. That morning she had accomplished the task her cousins required of her: getting Steven's and Randy's work schedules. It had been surprisingly easy. She just had to talk with Kitty. Jackie was positive Kitty knew more people's secrets than the CIA and, if given a little wine, she'd become a valuable asset to their summer plans. As she contemplated why Blair would even want their schedules, she was interrupted by the echo of the doorbell through her empty home. As she reached to open the door she was engulfed by a sea of brunette and blonde hair and skinny limbs followed by one strong pair of Russian arms.

"Oh Miss Jackie! It been too long!" Dorota called out. "I wish I could be here all summer with girls, but Vanya and baby miss me" Dorota said.

"Well I'm happy to have you for however long you stay!" Jackie exclaimed with a beaming smile that was, for the first time in a long time, sincere. After, she showed each girl to her guest room and Dorota to her room, she went to the living room where she waited in her flannel pajamas with snacks, beer and movies. Thanks to Blair, she had an extensive collection of Audrey Hepburn movies and for the night she had chosen Breakfast at Tiffany's, Roman Holiday, and Paris When It Sizzles.

"Yay, girls night!" Serena giggled out as she bounced down the stairs in pink boy shorts and a tank top with a bottle of tequila.

Following close behind was Blair in a short black satin night gown with a sheer white robe "Yep, some good old fashioned girl bonding!" said Blair as she carried a bottle of Dom Perignon.

Immediately behind her was Georgina wearing black satin pajama pants with a black tank top "Well, I'm all for the girl bonding, but I'm more excited about the plotting! Let's get this party started!" yelled Georgina as she came down the stairs holding a gallon bag of what looked like greenish-brown bricks.

As the girls all gathered on the couch around Jackie she noticed the bag "Georgie, what the hell is that?" Jackie asked, concern clearly evident in her voice. After all, she'd heard the rumors of Georgina's wild lifestyle that landed her in the Ostroff Center for drug rehab.

"Calm down Jackie, it's just a little hash. I know you Midwesterners wouldn't know good shit if it was rolled in a cheese log, so I brought this with me. So, Blair tells me you guys like to form some kind of circle or whatever when you smoke?"

"I've only done it a couple of times, but yeah we form a circle when we smoke, it's pretty fun actually." Jackie reached over to grab the bag of hash and inspected it.

"Well" Serena spoke, "we were thinking this Donna girl didn't give you the sleepover you deserved, so that's what we're gonna do now!" she bounced in her seat with a smile so infectious all three girls found themselves giggling.

"Ok, so first we…smoke…" Blair wrinkled her nose. She wasn't too sure about smoking hash herself. She knew Serena had smoked it before and Chuck and Nate practically swore by it. But, considering Nate's less than average intelligence, Chuck and Serena's poor judgment, and Georgina's own fondness for hard drugs, she was slightly concerned. "and then we go through the steps of 'Opération Vengeance Sous-Sol'" Blair held up a pink notebook with the words written on it.

"Vengeance Sous-Sol?" Jackie questioned.

"Operation Basement Revenge" Georgina was looking down focusing on the joints she was rolling in her lap on top of the Vogue magazine "Yeah, they were supposed to be mourning their love lives in Paris this summer not America's Dairyland…"

"But, you so obviously needed our help" said Blair as she eyed her cousin's flannel pajamas.

In apparent irritation at being interrupted , Georgina finished "So, I suggested we do our plotting in French to make up for the loss."

"Besides we missed you!" added Serena in her usual perky manner, getting up to hug Jackie and then sitting Indian style on the floor. The other girls followed, arranging themselves in a circle.

….5 minutes later in the circle…

"Wow, Georgie this is gooood shiiiit" Jackie drawled out with a large goofy grin on her face.

"Told ya" was Georgina's smug reply.

"Step one is double identité" Blair giggled in exaggerated French.

"I want an Éclair" Serena said "éclair, éclair, éclair" she repeated in a terrible French accent. "You know who reminds me of an éclair? Nate, because he's sweet outside and inside " she squeezed her hands together, shrugged her shoulders, and smiled, tilting her head to the side "Dan, he…he's a…um…a Napoleon!" she shouted, clearly delighted at finding another comparison. "They're both so delicious, how do I choose?" she pouted.

"S, Humphrey is a doughnut" Blair replied, disgusted that her friend was comparing Dan to anything Blair would actually eat.

"I concur, sweet, cheap, and bad for your health. He was certainly bad for mine." Georgina added.

"Eww, Georgie, we promised, no talk of any past relationships with any of our men." Serena added with a whine. Not wanting to be reminded that Georgina had slept with most of the Upper East Side, including Dan, Nate, and Chuck.

"I love you Georgie, but stay away from my Steven!" Jackie warned with a glare.

"Ok, Step one is double identité." Blair tried again, but was cut off again by Serena.

"Yummy" looking dreamily "a croissant would be really good too. Kwa-son, kwaaaa-son, kwa-son" again, with her terrible French accent. "You know, Nate's like a croissant too. Flaky" she pouted.

"Golden and delicious too" Georgina licked her lips.

"Eww Georgie stop it!" Serena whined again. "So, Nate's a croissant, and Dan's… he's a…a…baguette" Serena smiled sweetly.

"Wrong again…canned biscuit." Blair added.

"I know Steven loves me, I just don't know why he stayed with that whore! He knows I didn't sleep with Michael! And she's just nasty! And skanky! And gross! Grosser than Gross Edna!" Jackie was in full rant mode.

"Yep, definitely a canned biscuit. He pops under the smallest amount of pressure." said Georgina.

"Seriously" Blair tried to state in a calm manner but it came out as a giggle "Step one is double identité…" Again, Serena cut in.

"Ok, I got it!" she yelled. All eyes turn to Serena "Nate is Crème Brûlée!"

"Yeah, hard on the outside and soft, smooth, and creamy on the inside" Georgina licked her lips again.

"Eww, ewww, ewww, Georgie stop it!" Serena yelled, although the hash made her laugh through most of it.

"Anyway" she was smiling again "Dan's a cream puff." Serena smiled, lifting her chin up, clearly pleased with herself. Blair snickered.

"He sure is S. He sure is." the other girls joined in laughing. "Alright, seriously…" Blair leaned in closer and the other girls mimicked her action "tonight I reveal to you all the plan. Over the course of the summer we will revisit the words of this plans. You will all be assigned tasks and remember in order for this to work everyone must do her job. Step one is double identité, to get it started we have to call Randy at Grooves tomorrow. Got it?" she looked around the circle.

"Got it" said Georgina.

"Got it" said Serena.

Jackie appeared to be considering Blair's question as the girls stared at her "My Steven would be an onion cuz he's got layers….."

Blair rolled her eyes, sighing simultaneously, and got up to put the first movie in the VCR as Georgina lit up the second joint. It was going to be a long night.

End Flashback


3pm Friday, May 23, 1980. All the girls were again sitting on the floor Indian style. Blair held the telephone receiver as Jackie handed her the number to Grooves Record Store. Georgina and Serena stared on, each girl holding her breath in anticipation. They knew it was risky, but Jackie had assured them all that Hyde would not be at work and that, despite what they knew, Randy really wasn't that bright.

"Grooves Record Store, Randy speaking."

"Randy, this is Audrey with Point Place First National Bank, is Mr. Hyde in?"

"No, he doesn't come in until later. Can I take a message?"

"That...would be great."

TBC.

A/N Next chapter is dinner with the Forman's and the gang. You know Kitty's a natural at throwing awkward dinner parties.