Hello! Okay, for all those who were so supportive/bullying… I finished my paper and wrote my exam. Yea! Now I start a new class tomorrow and a second in a week or so. Education is hard. 120 credits doesn't seem like a lot… until you think about the fact you get them three at a frakking time. Insanity. But, as I crawl towards the finish, I must admit I feel smarter. That's worth being in dept till I'm 60, right? Here we go…

Blair woke the morning of her second wedding to Chuck like a rag wrung out. She knew before she'd even opened her eyes that he was gone. His M.O. had become that he'd come to her bed every night since she moved in and come morning he was gone. Blair had shifted to autopilot, her life in limbo. She didn't have her son, and without him she didn't really have a life. What she had was a man who seemed like the anvil of her life. Unmoving.

She sat up and pushed her fingers through her hair, clenching it, liking the bite that rolled through her. Getting up, she pulled on her robe, walking out of her room and across the hall. Opening it up, she walked into the room she'd made for her son. The walls were his favourite shade of blue. The shelves were filled with his favourite books. The boxes filled with his favourite toys. She lay on the bed he had never slept in and stared up at the ceiling. Blair had had dozens of antique airplanes suspended from invisible wires to create a world of its own on the ceiling. He would love it.

She grew cold inside thinking that he would never see it.

Chuck stood by the door in his room, listening. Every morning he'd slip out of her room, but he never left her in his mind. He'd sit in his room, and wait for her to wakeup, and he knew exactly where she was going. She'd put her whole focus into decorating Harry's room, leaving the wedding plans to Dorota, Eleanor, and Serena. She'd finished the room days ago, and now every morning when she'd wakeup she'd go in and lay in there as if waiting for Harry. And every morning Chuck would listen, not going to her, but wanting to. He made love to her every night, but she never really let him touch her.

He remembered the first day, years ago, when she shut him out. It was the day they came from a dream, married, in love and happy. He'd hoped that had been enough. He'd been wrong. Within hours she'd learned of what had happened between him and Jenny, and it had taken only seconds for it to break her heart. Again.

He'd tried to make her listen, to see that it didn't matter, that no one else mattered. They were married, and they were a family. She'd told him you couldn't create a family on a foundation of lies. She'd walked out, and their divorce had rocked the UES, him trying to make her stay, and her desperately trying to get free. He'd consented only in a fit of rage after finding out about her dealings with another man. He'd regretted his actions as soon as she was free from him, but it was too late, and besides, in most ways she'd been gone since their return to Manhattan.

So now, here he was on their second wedding day. He wanted to force her to let him in. Instead he hid in his room feeling her pain through the walls like he'd done for over a week.

Not today.

He left his room, and came to stand in the door of Harry's.

"Morning."

Her head turned to look at him, and then she looked back at the ceiling. "Morning."

He took it as an opening, and let himself walk a few steps into the room. "I take it Harry is into aviation."

She nodded and he took a couple more steps. "When he was almost two our flight was delayed at De Gaulle. I thought I was going to have to mug a tourist for their portable DVD player, but Harry took one look outside the giant windows and fell in love. He just stood there for two hours, staring and pointing 'Pane! Pane!' It's been him and planes ever since."

As she spoke, Chuck came and lay down next to her on the bed, and both of them kept their eyes on the ceiling. Harry had been somewhat of a taboo subject between them, especially with there being little he could tell her about the search, and she didn't talk about it much because it hurt. Now, on this crazy day, she needed to talk about Harry to ground them both. He was what mattered, even on a day that was centered on them.

"He will love this room…" Chuck said, not commenting on the room, but on the fact that he would bring Harry home to it.

Chuck was just about to take her hand in his when they were jarred by a voice from the door.

"Is bad luck to see each other before wedding!"

Dorota stormed in and practically chased them from the room. The wedding was not to be a large one, because many of her friends had been to a large Blair Waldorf wedding only a few years ago, and they'd nearly asked for their gifts back after how short a time that had lasted. But as the people closest to Blair and Chuck, they'd all missed out on the first Waldorf/Bass wedding, and they weren't going to let that happen again.

Nate, Cyrus, Ramon, and Harold took Chuck, and it was only Harold that kept the party sober… moderately. Blair on the other hand, went on autopilot, letting Dorota, Eleanor, Serena, and Lily fuss over her. It wasn't until they went to put the final touches on their own outfit, and Blair was left alone, that she finally seemed to come back into her own body. Standing up, she walked over to the full-length mirror, and stared at herself. Eleanor had outdone herself with this last minute creation. It was beautiful, and emphasized Blair's dark hair and eyes in contrast to her ivory skin. The embroidery was echoed in the subtle jeweled headpiece in her hair. Blair had to admit… she looked perfect, and it had had very little to do with her.

There was a soft tap on the door, and Serena told Blair it was time to go. So with a steadying breath, Blair left the apartment, got in the limo, and went to where Chuck waited for her under a chuppah by the duck pond in Central Park. She walked down the aisle to the music of a four-piece string quartette, and even though she wanted to be distant and show him that his meant nothing, she couldn't take her eyes off him. It suddenly sunk in what she was about to do. Blair was about to marry Chuck Bass. Again. She was tempted to run, to just make a break for it or pitch herself into the pond to drown. That would teach him. It was like he could sense it, and a hint of a smile cracked his lips, and he gave her a miniscule shake of his head. She knew then that he'd probably just have her fished out and still make her go through with the ceremony, but now she'd need a tetanus shot when it was over.

She got to the end, and he took her hand, kissing it solemnly. She lowered her eyes from his intensity. It radiated off of him; he would never let her go again. A judge friend of Cyrus' performed the simple ceremony, and it was over soon. Blair knew what was coming. The kiss. She also knew better than to try to avoid it, because she knew Chuck would never let her get away with it. So, much like ripping a band-aid off, Blair stepped in hoping to get this public display over with. She had thought he would kiss her passionately to show their guests and the photographer that he had re-staked his claim, but instead he took her chin gently in his hand and pressed his lips softly to hers. She hated that it nearly made her cry.

He pulled away and took her arm, leading her down the aisle through a flurry of thrown white flower petals. There was a private reception at the Gramercy Tavern. The evening passed quickly, and while there was a celebratory air, it was tempered by missing presence of one.

When it was all over, Chuck took Blair back to his… and her home, but tonight she didn't retire to her room. Chuck had seen all her things moved into the master bedroom. It stunned Blair how fast everything had moved. It was like her life was a shaken snow globe, and she still didn't know exactly how everything would settle. After they had sex for the first time in years as wife and husband, Blair shocked herself by bursting into tears. Chuck was not as surprised since he could sense when a Waldorf meltdown was brewing. He held her tightly in his arms, and she let him, needing the comfort tonight.

Blair was woken up in the morning by a suitcase landing beside her in the bed.

"Chuck!"

"Up, Mrs. Bass. My valet will be coming in to pack our bags, and Dorota has breakfast waiting downstairs. We leave in two hours. Get up, get dressed, and let's go."

Blair looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to go find Harry, and we're not coming home until we can bring him with us."

For the first time in a while, Blair's eyes got back a hint of their twinkle. "Really?"

"A deal is a deal." He nodded, taking a second to enjoy her before heading to the door. "Oh, and I want to re-new our membership in the mile-high club… Dress accordingly."

His alarm clock smashed off the doorframe, but it didn't matter. They were going after Harry and her malicious ex-husband, and when Chuck and Blair put their minds to something… it almost made you feel bad for Jack. But not quite.

TahDAH! Two things… One… HOLY CRAP! I live in a lovely, beautiful, peaceful, and charming country. I love Canada. I also love that it is, for the most part, geographically boring, especially my part of Canada. So you can imagine how freaked OUT I am right now that we just had a 5.5 earthquake. WTF? I live on the Canadian Shield. It's bedrock, not fault lines. I'm sleeping in my clothes tonight… and maybe moving to the Prairies. Two… I received some support in sticking to my first choice in who would be Blair's ex-husband. Are you all still with me now that I've stuck with Jack? I HAVE A PLAN! I swear! Plus… she is married to Chuck again… I'm not as bad as the ACTUAL writers… Should I say to all of you what I say to my mom when I know she's not pleased with me? Here goes… I love you! It works on my mom.

Oh, and you can thank Charmander for getting me to write this chapter. I was just going to write a one-shot for IWill. C, I didn't see Jessica's dress, but I'll take your word for it.