A/N: So I just want to make it clear to the people who post anonymous reviews and diss my story, I just delete your review. I can take constructive criticism but when people hate on my story or my way of writing, and don't even have the guts to sign in so I can respond to them, then your review isn't staying! And for the record, if you don't like the story, go read one of the 20.000 other stories!

P.S. I've been starting to name the chapters after movies by altering the names a bit. So the name of this chapter comes from the movie 'Brothers Grimm'

Charlie grabbed the contents of his closet and threw it angrily into a suitcase. As he walked past the full-sized mirror, he grimaced at the red cut across his cheek. It wasn't deep and it probably wouldn't leave a scar, but it was enough to make him feel pure hatred for his only relative. His uncle had never laid a hand on him but when he had told Jack he was set on taking over his dad's company at eighteen, Charlie had received a hard blow across the face.

When Jack then stormed out, probably heading to the bar, Charlie had ran up to his room and started to throw things in a small suitcase. He had grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around the lower half of his face, hiding the red line.

When the limo pulled over by the airport, he walked inside and with a small bribe, security had let him through despite him being a minor.

After a 5 hour flight, he finally got to his destination. He was finally back to New York.


"So, how did it go?"

Blair smiled as she pulled the covers over her and got comfortable. "It went great, Nelly was overjoyed when I gave her the gift card to the spa."

She heard Chuck laugh and the sound of footsteps as he walked around the suite, most likely heading for another room. "Serena will be eating from the palm of your hand in less then a week," he said, his tone of voice resembling something close to pride.

Blair smiled and held her phone between her ear and shoulder as she reached for her laptop. The room was quiet except for the humming sound emanating from Blair's laptop as it powered up. She could hear Chuck breathing through the phone and even though he wasn't in the room with her, it made her feel less lonely, seeing as the house was completely empty.

After a few minutes of silence, Blair cleared her throat and then yawned loudly. She heard him chuckle. "Getting tired Waldorf?"

Blair rolled her eyes at the teasing sound in his voice. It was almost two in the morning, she had the right to be tired. Just as she was about to reply to his comment, the sound of an elevator arriving was heard and Blair tensed up. Who would visit someone in the middle of the night. "I'll call you tomorrow," Chuck said and she heard his phone snap shut but the sound that signaled that the call was over didn't come. Instead, Blair heard the sound of slow footsteps that were moving further away from the phone.

Pressing her ear closer, she tried to hear if someone she knew had arrived on the other line. Everything went quiet as the footsteps stopped and the faint sound of someone inhaling a sharp breath could be heard. "How did you find me?"

Blair was shocked at the menacing tone in Chuck's voice as he asked the question and she wondered what someone could have done to deserve such hatred.

"Charlie, please. Did you really think you could just skip town and then everything would be okay?"

The unidentified voice was taunting and the smugness could be heard even through the phone.

"Don't call me that," Chuck said angrily and the other man laughed again.

Someone started walking and he seemed to be moving closer to the cellphone Blair was listening through. She jumped as a crashing sound was heard and she guessed that someone had bumped into whatever the cellphone was laying on because seconds later the call ended.

Blair brought the phone from her ear with a shaking hand and closed it. What had just happened, was a complete mystery. She had never heard that voice before and no names were spoken, except on the strangers part, and he had been calling Chuck 'Charlie'. Blair could feel something in her brain react to that name, but she was sure that she didn't know a Charlie.

Blair tried to re-dial his cellphone, but it went straight to voice-mail, indicating that the phone was turned off or broken from the crash earlier.

A few minutes later, Blair was turning off the light in her room as she prepared to go to sleep. When she snuggled under the covers and closed her eyes, she was sure of one thing. First thing tomorrow, she was going to find out all she could about Chuck Bass.


Chuck opened his eyes and pushed him self up on his elbows, only to find himself lying on the couch. He brushed his hair back and winced as he touched a sore spot on the back of his head. That was when he noticed Jack sitting on the couch in front of him.

The small table that used to stand in between the two couches had disappeared and the only prove that it had been there in the first place was the shallow mark it had left on the carpet.

Chuck sat up and closed his eyes as a pounding headache made it's presence known.

"Where's the table?" Chuck asked suddenly, wanting to know the answer for at least one of his many questions.

"Last night, you tripped and broke it. The maids took care of it earlier this morning," Jack explained calmly, the lie sounding completely natural. Chuck nodded absentmindedly and the older man smirked at his gullibility. The kid must have hit his head pretty hard if he couldn't even remember being shoved into a table.

Chuck rubbed the back of his head carefully, feeling the bump that had begun to form.

"I have a proposition for you."

Chuck looked at his uncle skeptically and then stood up. "I'm not going back too London."

"If you listen to what I have to say, you might not have to."

Stopping in his tracks, Chuck turned around to face him, still not buying his uncle's so-called deal. "Just sit down and listen to what I have to say."

He sat down cautiously and tried to keep his cool as Jack pulled up a business portfolio. He opened it up to reveal a picture of a middle aged blond woman. Chuck smirked.

"Don't you think she's a tad to old for you?"

Jack rolled his eyes and dragged out a piece of paper. It was a cut out article with the headline 'Lily Van Der Woodsen; Head of VDW inc.

"Here's the deal. You help me seal a business deal with Lily and I let you stay here and continue your made up fairytale life," Jack explained as he handed Chuck information on the company. After reading it over and pondering his uncle's offer, he nodded.

"Fine. I'll help you. But the question is, how exactly am I going to help?"

Jack grinned and dragged yet another paper from his folder. Printed on it was a picture of Serena.

"I suspect you know who she is. I had a little chat with her last night and she agreed to talk with her mother under one condition. You have to help her destroy Blair Waldorf."

"And if I refuse?" Chuck challenged. He hadn't been helping Blair for all this time, only to be the one too ruin everything.

Jack laughed bitterly and swept all of the papers on the table, into the folder.

"Well, then you're going back to London with me whether it's on your own free will or not."


Blair had been searching all morning for a Charlie Bass, but with no luck. She had started with Google, but then moved on to school yearbooks and old photos and documents.

She sighed irritably. That name belonged to someone she knew or had known, but it looked like this person didn't even exist.

Blair grabbed her yearbook and opened the closet. As she was trying to stuff it in a small note fell down from the shelf and landed at her feet. Giving up on the book, she put it on her desk and bent down to retrieve the note. It was crumpled and was at least ten years old.

She unfolded it carefully and saw that something was scribbled all over it. It looked like the writing of a five year old and the whole paper was filled with the same three words over and over again. Charlie and Blair

She blinked a few times. The memory of coming home and starting to scribble down the name of her new found friend came back to her slowly at the same time as she realized why Chuck had been helping her.

"Thanks," Blair smiled shyly. "Anytime."


A/N: I know I'm a sucky updater but I wrote the beginning for this chapter in five different ways before finally realizing how I wanted the plot to go. I pretty much make up the storyline as I write, so writer block comes easily too me. I know this chapter isn't very long, but I'll try too ud as soon as I can; I have a lot of tests and there is a lot going on but now that I know my plot line it probably won't take as long as this chapter did.

Anyways, I hope there aren't any grammar/spelling errors (again, English isn't my first language) but if you find any, feel free to let me no.

So, SORRY for the long A/N and don't forget to leave a (nice) review!

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