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Author's Note: Um, so liked 12 chapters, okay? ;) Thank you for the wonderful reviews and comments. I hope you enjoy.


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In the silence that follows their departure, Chuck holds Blair's hand and she leans her head on his shoulder; while Serena slowly shifts to look into Nate's face— and finds his blue eyes watching her, a warmth in them she can't quite face.

And she feels the oddest prickling of tears in her eyes, because the older Blair's words are ringing in her ears and it's all right there, in those eyes— it always has been. As far back and further than "but you're back now" and into and beyond "you can't blame Serena for this…"

She pushes herself up from the sofa, rips her gaze away from his before she does something or says something that can't be controlled or brushed away.

The warmth in his gaze doesn't fade, but his expression flickers with regret as he watches her stand.

"I'm going to— to follow Blair… see how…" she trails off, isn't sure what she wants to see; just knows she has to get away.

Blair frowns. "Serena, I said that I didn't want to—"

Serena frowns back. "So stay here than, B. But I want to—"

"That would be splitting up," Blair points out.

"I'll go with her," Nate offers.

Chuck rolls his eyes, "Still constitutes splitting up, Nathaniel."

Serena sighs, "We can't just stay here…"

Blair arcs an eyebrow haughtily, "Why not?"

"Because I want to know exactly everything that happens in this house!" Serena snaps at her.

And Blair stiffens, straightening from Chuck's hold, her eyes narrowing as she prepares a biting remark, no doubt.

Behind her Chuck shoots Nate a look and Nate grimaces. When S and B start shouting it's always best to divert or seek cover.

"Guys…" Nate starts, hoping to divert, "Let's not argue…"

"Nathaniel is correct," Chuck asserts, taking his cue, "Dissention among us is definitely not in our best interest."

"Taking a walk won't hurt any, Blair," Nate continues.

"And Serena is clearly distressed; certainly she knows there's no reason to be angry at you."Chuck adds, slipping past Blair and standing as he gives his sister a pointed glance.

"Or for you to be mad at her," Nate adds, also standing and inclining his head a little towards Blair.

"So shall we take a stroll above?" Chuck concludes and extends his hand to Blair, in a fashion echoing the gesture the older Chuck earlier.

Blair stares at him for a moment, then his hand, then him again; before sighing and grumbling, "Oh fine."

She takes his hand and hops up from the sofa; but not before shooting Serena a quick glare.

The blonde sighs too. "Sorry… B. I just…"She trails off, doesn't know what to say.

Blair rolls her eyes, but doesn't respond; and they're all silent as they walk in unison out of the room. Until Blair asks very carefully, "If this were a curse… what exactly do you believe it would entail?" It's Blair's version of it's okay, S.

And Serena brightens a little, sends her best friend a tiny smile.

Unfortunately, Chuck doesn't quite hear the translation. "My mother's necklace is not cursed," he says instantly.

"But you said it was her aunt's first," Nate responds.

"It's not—"

"Chuck, it's not like they'd know," Serena cuts in, "And it would be like… activated only under certain conditions."

"What conditions?" Blair wonders, "And how do we end it?"

"I don't know, B," Serena says softly, shrugging as they enter the living room. "It could be something that has a time limit or it could be something that we have to do… or maybe it's about seeing something…" she adds after a moment, "Since we're in a situation where that's pretty much all we can do… see."

"So after we see something, we'd go home?" Nate asks as they begin ascending the staircase.

Serena shrugs, "Maybe…"

"So what activated it?" Chuck wonders.

"It sparked when Blair touched it," Nate answers, shooting Blair a quick look of apology.

"So I did this!?" She shouts.

"No!" Serena contradicts quickly, "No, no. You didn't do anything… if it's a curse or something… then the conditions had to be—"

"This is absurd," Chuck cuts in, "There is no such thing as curses or hexes, despite what the entertainment industry would have us believe."

"You think a joint hallucination with all these detailsin it is a better explanation?" Serena asks him.

"Yes," he says as they turn into the hallway that leads to Gracie's room, "It's called mass psychogenic illness and it's a sociopsychological phenomenon."

The other three stop walking to stare at him as he approaches the open door of Gracie's room.

He pauses when he realizes they are no longer with him, "What?"

Nate shakes his head, "How do you even know that, man?"

Chuck shrugs. "I read," and then his gaze flits to Blair and he smirks, eyes dropping to her mouth, "Though I hope to find less time to do so."

Blair rolls her eyes and walks forward, "Being a CEO should do that well-enough for you…" she murmurs as she pushes past him.

He reaches out and grabs her around the waist, "Being your boyfriend should do it better…" he breathes in her ear, leaning in close.

And she pauses, turns into him, looks into his face.

Behind them Nate and Serena roll their eyes and nod at each other, before slipping past the brunettes and into the room.

"Do you mean that?"She asks very softly.

And he knows precisely what she means. "Yes. I am, you know…" he says just as softly, "I'm not particularly good at it, I realize," he continues referring to his job as boyfriend, "But I…" he trails off, shrugs a little.

She tilts her head to one side, still watching, "But you are."

He nods once, "But I am."

And she stares at him for a beat, before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, "You'll get better," she says confidently; before moving out of his hold and inside the room to join Serena and Nate. A moment later, he follows her, smiling a little.

The older Blair is standing off to one side of the room, her arms crossed in front of her, and there's nothing but a hint of a smirk tilting the corner of her lips as she watches the children in the room.

"So this would be why Sunny was hiding from you earlier?" She was saying to them as Chuck and Blair walked inside. They join Nate and Serena standing beside the bed.

Gracie's dress is gone. Her hair is pulled back into a messy knot at the nape of her neck and she's wearing pajamas— shorts and a t-shirt both printed with tiny little handbags in a variety of colors; she's bare-foot and sitting cross-legged on her bed. Harm is still in his party clothes, but his shoes are off and he is stretched out across the length of her bed, propped up on his elbows and watching his mother's expression with a very serious one of his own.

"He just wanted to get me into trouble," Gracie corrects, "Because I didn't let him talk."

"Ah I see," her Aunt responds, "It had nothing to do with you yelling at him and slamming the door in his face."

"He did slam it back." The girl points out.

And Blair nods after a moment, accepting this before shifting her gaze to her son. "And your hand in this?" She asks of him.

Harm blinks, guilelessly, and brings one of his hands up in front of his face, "My hand?"

Gracie snorts a giggle.

Blair is not amused. "Harmon."

"Oh…" he says expansively, lowering his hand and leaning back on it again, "You mean like what did I do?" He says sweetly.

"Yes, Harm, I mean like what did you do?" Blair repeats balefully, the smirk stretching a bit on her lips.

"Oh well… not much really… Gracie was upset because… you know, Aunt Serena was bringing— hey! Did she bring someone? I didn't even see anyone…?"he wonders, glancing at Gracie quickly.

She shrugs.

"Let's stay on point," Blair directs rather than answer his question and he sighs.

"Right. So she was upset and wanted to… you know, Mom… like… figure out a way to put things back the way they were, so I… talked with her about it."

"But only a little bit," Gracie adds.

Blair nods, "In other words, it was all your idea and she put it into action."

Neither child says a word and Serena can't help but giggle a little. Her Blair sends her a silencing look for the effort.

"Alright then," the older Blair says when the silence in the room has stretched long enough, "Harm, no swimming, electronics, video games, or soccer until Tuesday morning."

The boy shoots up from his lounging position, "Mom!" He cries, eyes wide, "That's like almost a whole week!"

"He didn't even do anything, Aunt B." Gracie protests, frowning.

"It's 3 days, Harm." She tells her son.

"Really important 3 days, Mom. Like the weekend."

"I'm aware," Blair says calmly, nodding. "And you," she says looking at Gracie, "Are in luck… because your parents are here and I'll leave your punishment to them."

Gracie rolls her eyes, "Oh wonderful."

"Tone down the sarcasm, Gracie," Blair reprimands. And then gives them both a stern look, "The danger in a plot set in motion is always going to be discovery. If you're not willing to pay the price then don't set it in motion," she tells them very seriously; and a beat later adds, "Or don't get caught," with a slight arc to her eyebrow. And then she turns around and heads for the door, tossing, "Annie is staying in here tonight, lend her pajamas. I'll see you all later before bedtime," over her shoulder.

When she's out of earshot Gracie sends Harm a skeptical look, "Do we even have bedtimes?"

He smirks a little, "I think she likes to pretend we do," he tells her and then drops down onto the bed and stares up at the ceiling. "What exactly am I supposed to do until Tuesday for entertainment? Television?" He says; and the scathing tone is inherited directly from his mother.

Gracie rolls her eyes. "Hardly," she says emphatically, "It'll be fine… finer than tonight anyway. I mean, Annie's staying in here?" She says and makes a bleh face he doesn't see.

But he lifts his head anyway, as if he had seen it, and stares at her. "You like Annie," he says firmly.

Gracie huffs and rolls her eyes; uncrosses her legs so she stretch out and collapse on her back beside him; her gaze fastening onto the ceiling as well.

"I don't like anybody tonight." She says vehemently.

"You like me." He replies confidently.

She scoffs, "Like you count."

"Jee, thanks. I just got punished for you, you know. I could die of boredom in three days."

"Don't be a baby."

"I'm serious!"

"Read a book."

He blows out a sigh and turns his head towards her, "Is it worth it at least? You think?"

She sighs too, more softly, and turns her head towards him. "Too soon to tell, I think… but at least they're here, right?"

"Yeah," he agrees, "There's that."

She doesn't respond, shifts her gaze back to the ceiling and he stares at her profile for another beat, before elbowing her in the side, "I am not a baby."

"Hey!" She starts, flinching at the attack, and then shoves him hard in shoulder.

He shoves back. "You're getting off, you know," he accuses, "No way Aunt Serena's gonna punish you and Uncle Nate lets you do anything anyway."

She's in the process of shoving him hard enough for him to topple off her bed when she freezes, "Huh." And drops back on the bed, gaze going to the ceiling again. "You're right," she giggles, "Sweet."

He huffs, shifts back away from the edge and takes up his former pose looking upwards.

A moment passes and then she laughs again, "Well, don't cry about it,Harmon. I'll tell Uncle Nate to talk to Uncle Chuck and he'll talk to Aunt B, you'll be free by tomorrow afternoon."

He cuts his eyes to her for a moment before looking back up, looks a tiny bit smug, before he says, "Deal."

And Gracie laughs again, more softly, before they lapse into a companionable silence.

"Why does that sound like it's been done before," Blair asks rhetorically a moment later.

"Maybe it has been," Nate answers her, shrugging a little.

She frowns at the quiet children as if they could see her and then turns towards the door, "I suppose we have to trek back downstairs now…" she complains and shoots Serena a slightly resentful look.

Serena smiles a little, shaking her head. "Did you really want to miss yourself parenting? And so well…" She asks cheekily, "Or these two? Look how adorable they are just lying there looking up at the—" And she tilts her head up as she speaks and then trails off abruptly.

The ceiling is painted in a mural of swirling rainbow colors, pastel pinks and blues and purples and greens mixing together in a work of delicate, abstract beauty.

"Wow," Serena finishes softly.

They all tip their heads back to see what has caught her attention.

"That's pretty cool," Nate acknowledges a moment later.

And Blair nods, studying the swirling patterns.

Chuck smiles a little, says softly, "Very… involved…"

They all study it for a few seconds more and then Blair sighs, begins walking away, "Let's go back downstairs then," she says.

And they agree with her, exit the room quietly.

Serena tips her head back once more to look up at the ceiling as she passes the threshold. Nate laughs softly at the doorway and she tears her gaze from it to look at him, "It's pretty…" she tells him.

And he nods, looking at her, "Very pretty…" He agrees.

She flushes a little at the words, said while his gaze is so intently on her, but manages to keep her smile and follow after him without saying a word about it.

They walk downstairs and through the living room without incident. Chuck and Blair are holding hands and Nate and Serena refrain from commenting; but not from smiling about it.

From the den, they can hear the murmurs of conversation coming from the game-room— and they exchange quick looks of concern. Very few of the conversations they'd thus far overheard had been good.

At the center of the game-room, arranged in a semi-circle, are standing Serena, Blair, and dark-haired man they had yet to meet. He's wearing black jeans with a dark green polo shirt tucked into them, and an expression of patience that's on its last leg as he listens to Serena speak.

"… come and told us about it." The blonde finishes in a frustrated tone.

"Sure," he says nodding exaggeratedly, "I could have come and told you about him take a stroll— oh wait, I sent Eric to tell you!"

Blair sighs roughly, "Well, Eric didn't tell us! He got distracted!"

The man nods, lips pressed together, "How precisely is that my fault?" He asks calmly, widening bright, green eyes at Blair.

Blair's own eyes narrow. And Serena sighs.

The man lifts up both hands in an appeasing gesture, "Okay, okay— but Liam told us he told you he was going to walk to Candy's, just so you know…"

"He told Gracie," Blair huffs, "And we all know how forthcoming with information she is."

The man shrugs, looking a little amused, "Well then you take all this up with Eric and Gracie and Liam, Blair. I did nothing but take a walk with one of my nephews after driving past him on the street—very kind of me, actually."

"This must be Greg," Blair whispers quietly, tilting her head a little as she studies him— the height, the dark hair, the smile— and then she smirks a bit, says, "E, has a type," with amusement in her voice.

"One can only hope this one is less of a philandering charlatan."

"Chuck!" Serena hisses quietly, as if the images before them could hear them.

"But he's here now?" The older Serena asks.

Greg nods. "I walked him back. He's in the kitchen."

"Okay then… I'm going to go… talk to him…" Serena says softly, almost warily.

Greg nods. "Good idea…" he says, but then makes an airy gesture with one of his hands, "But be ready… he's not particularly… receptive." He tells her carefully.

And Serena nods, expression downcast, but determined. "I'm sure he's not." She responds.

"Did you help with that?" Blair asks him breaking into the brief silence that follows Serena's words.

The man makes a face at her, says, "Of course," grandly, before continuing more seriously, "I talked to him a little bit about… things." Then a moment later he grins at them both, "I should bill you people." He teases.

And Blair rolls her eyes at him while Serena laughs lightly and swats at his shoulder.

"Ow!" He cries dramatically and rubs at it, "I should!" He continues, "I get random phone consultations about imaginary friends and impromptu sessions in the middle of the street— all in my off hours!"

Serena shakes her head, blue eyes twinkling and fixed on his face, "I'm your sister-in-law! You can't bill me!" She explains, laughingly.

He looks indignant. "Says who!?"

"My brother…" She retort cheekily.

And that seems to take the wind out of his sails. "Oh," he says, still smiling a little, "You make a valid point."

"Don't I though?" She says.

And he laughs, "Okay, okay… are we done with the interrogation then? Because I could use a drink… from the bar— outside; and Eric— and he's outside and Sunny… who I'm suppose to talk to… also, outside, so—"

"Yes, Greg," Blair cuts, "Interrogation over, you may go— outside."

"Thank you," he says with a slight inclination of his head, green eye twinkling as he bounds past her towards the doors.

The women watch him leave and then Blair shakes her head a little, "He's made of energy, isn't he?"

"Looks like," Serena agrees, nodding and smiling a little.

And then the room is silent and her smile begins to fade.

"I really hope they don't start yelling again," Nate says quietly, on a sigh.

The girls exchange a quick look and then Serena nods at Nate, "Yeah, so do we." She says softly.

It's a moment later when the older Serena makes a motion with her hand. "Blair… about earlier…"

The brunette shakes her head. "I'm not going to add to your troubles Serena," she tells her gently, "It's fine…" she says and then makes a face, "Well not fine… I mean of all the people to bring here— although I suppose it could have been worse… it could have been—"she cuts herself off abruptly and shakes her head before continuing, "Go on and talk to Liam."

Serena nods. "I will… but first, I wanted to talk to you…"

Blair presses her lips together and tilts her head to one side. "Oh. About what? About not telling me what you were planning to do? About leaving the states despite the fact that I asked you not to?"

Serena licks her lips, "Right. About that…"

"Not a good time, S." The brunette says, ice slipping into her voice.

"Never going to be a good time, B." Serena counters.

And then rushes on quickly, "He needed my help, and I was, am, sure I could get you to understand… but you'd tell Chuck, and he wouldn't… and he would've told Nate and… and I couldn't have that..."

Blair laughs a little; completely humorless as she lifts a hand to halt Serena's words. "It was," she says very clearly, voice hard, "A stupid thing to do, Serena."

The younger Serena flinches, but the older one does not.

She meets Blair's eyes and nods, "Yes," she agrees softly, "It really was… and if I could do it over… I'd do it differently… but I can't B, I can't and…" her eyes are filling with tears then and Blair looks away, gaze falling to the floor rather than watch her sister cry, "And I need your help to put it right..." Serena finishes quietly, voice tight with tears.

The room is still for a moment and then Blair looks up and they see there are tears in her eyes too. "You have my help Serena, you always have and will, I just… I wish you could stop needing it."

Serena nods, draws in another deep breath. "I thought I could get out of this unscathed, you know? A quick trip to Dubai and back before— and Nate would never— and now it's just spun so out of control… I have no idea what to do or what to say to him…"

She trails off then and Blair watches her for a long moment.

Then she draws in a deep breath of her own, blinking back her tears before asking simply, "Well, do you want a divorce?"

Serena starts, eyes widening, "Wha—? No!" She exclaims loudly, tone slightly horrified.

Blair shrugs, "You could start with that, I guess. Tell him that."

Serena gapes at her for a moment, the tears still sitting in her eyes. She blinks them back, "He has to know that—"

"You haven't told him; how would he know?"

Serena stares at her in silence.

Blair sighs and moves towards her, takes her sister's hand and tugs her over to the sofa.

The women fold down into it, facing each other, legs touching and it's such a familiar pose for the younger Blair and Serena that they exchange a quick glance before moving closer.

Blair assumes her lecture expression and then begins, "You sent him on that sailing thing with Liam and Gracie, bring Sunny to us and then take off. Now assuming he hadn't needed to get back to the city early and the paparazzi hadn't caught you on the deck of a yacht in the arms of your ex-husband, I'm still not clear on how you thought you'd manage to keep Sunny quiet about you're not being with him while his Dad and siblings were gone or…" she pauses a moment, to ensure that Serena is looking at her, "Us quiet about it without arousing our suspicions. Which you did, the moment, you went off-line."

"Blair—"

"I'm not finished," the brunette snaps, the gentility in her voice making way to reveal how upset she was by this situation; and Serena licks her lips and nods, falling silent. "But regardless, you sent him on the trip and he did come back early and the tabloids did print those pictures— but rather than discuss this face to face, you two video conference it and shout at one another—"

"I had every intention of coming back, Blair, but then he—"

"Yes, yes, I know. He brought Liam and Gracie to Chuck and I and went to Vanessa. I'm aware. The entire modern world is aware, Serena. That's what happens when a Senator's wife skips town with her ex-husband and he moves back in with his ex-wife—the press goes crazy."

Serena looks away; and Blair continues, "The fact is you didn't come home. Instead, you're photographed again with Carter. And you continue to not come home for two weeks, despite that fact that he files for divorce when those pictures are released." Blair pauses, "So tell me what in there ought to lead Nate to believe you don't want a divorce?"

Serena sighs roughly, "I don't know, Blair. The part where I keep apologizing to him and calling him and begging him to listen to me…?"

Blair stares at her for a beat and then rolls her eyes. "Do you really believe Nate thinks that's what you're talking about when say those things?"

"What else would I be talking about?"

"Serena…" Blair says on a sigh and then lifts a hand a little as she continues, "I shouldn't even have ask you this… but did you read some of the articles published with those picture?"

The blonde startles. "What? No… of course not, why would I read that trash?"

"Well… I didn't either," Blair says offhandedly, "But apparently the PR people for BI did and Nate's people did and… there are supposed witnesses to you and Carter being lovey-dovey and—"

"What!?"

Blair nods, "It's coming across like you left Nate for Carter."

"What?!"

Blair nods again, "So all these apologies— well, I'm sure he thinks there're about—"

"He can't believe that!" She shouts.

And Blair sighs, "And why not?"

"Because—because…" Serena shudders, actually shakes as her hands come up to cover her face, "My god…" she whispers, "This is a nightmare."

Blair reaches out and grabs her wrists, pulls Serena's hands away from her face, doesn't let her hide. "Yes, it is. So wake up— and for god's sake, S, stay awake, yes?"

Serena's gaze sharpens on Blair's face, "Do you believe me? Believe that's not what I did, at all."

Blair drops her hands from Serena's wrists, "Well, with you looking so very horrified at the thought, yes."

"But not before…?"

Blair shrugs one shoulder, softens her gaze a little, makes her voice gentler; because the words alone are blow enough. "It was a random and sudden flouting of marital vows… so not completely out of character."

Serena stares at her for a moment and then her hands come up to her face again as she folds downwards towards them; no tears, no sobbing, no sound at all.

The room is completely still then; the four of them staring at the quiet women, absorbing everything they've just heard. Chuck glances at Serena carefully, notes she's as pale as her older counterpart and nudges Blair a little. The brunette startles a bit, pulls her gaze from the older women to look at girl beside her. "Oh honey," she whispers and takes Serena's hand in her own.

"You should have come to me," the older Blair says into the silence.

And Serena lifts her head; looks exhausted suddenly, but her gaze is steady on Blair's, "I wouldn't do that to you," she says quietly.

Blair shrugs, "If you had… this might have been avoided."

Serena shakes her head, "No… it wouldn't have, it'd just involve you and Chuck… not coming to you is probably the one thing I did right in this mess."

Blair's mouth tilts upwards a little, "You're assuming I would have come up with a better scheme for you to get away and back unnoticed… but perhaps, I would have gone with honesty."

They stare at each other for a beat. And then they both laugh a little, some of the tension fading.

"Speaking of schemes," Serena says carefully, "Whatever Chuck's planning, tell him to drop it please."

Blair tilts her head a little, "I have no idea what you're speaking of."

Serena rolls her eyes a bit, "Please. You can't think I don't recognize the plotting stare by now, do you?"

"If there was any plotting going on," Blair says just as carefully, "You realize it would be entirely towards your benefit."

Serena smiles a little, "Yes, and it's not that I don't appreciate it… but, I got myself into this right? I need to… sort it out on my own."

Blair shrugs one shoulder, but doesn't respond. A moment later she puckers her lips together and narrows her eyes a bit in a clear signal she is about to change subjects; before asking, "Am I to assume then that Carter's need of your help involved the death of his parents?"

Serena ducks her head a little, "Yes… you know, wills and inheritances and clauses and things I shouldn't really… discuss, until…"

"Until you tell Nate?" Blair finishes for her.

The blonde nods slowly and shifts on the sofa, "Yes, until I tell him… I owe him explanation."

Blair shifts as well, sensing the end of their conversation, for now at least. "Hm, overdue, I'd say… you didn't let Carter goad you into doing anything… unwise, did you?"

Serena arcs an eyebrow, a sad, breathy laugh escaping her.

And Blair waves a hand in the air, "Well, more unwise, I mean?"

Serena shakes her head, a sad smirk on her face, "Nothing that will make it into the news."

"Did Carter tell you that?" Blair wonders skeptically.

Serena lifts her chin a little, "He did. And it hasn't."

"Fine," Blair says, "But I'd get something else to hold over him, just to be safe."

Serena moves to stand then, the smirk becoming wry, "Yes, youwould."

They stand together then and quite suddenly they're embracing; hugging tightly the way S and B always hug and Blair's saying, "I'm glad you're home."

And Serena's whispering, "I missed you."

And the atmosphere has turned warm with affection.

Blair nods as she pulls back, "Now go talk to your son."

Serena nods back, releasing the other woman and stepping back, "Wish me luck…" she says dryly.

"Oh," Blair says, voice wry, as she turns away, "You'll need much more than luck…"

It's a good-natured tease though and Serena rolls her eyes, calls out, "Thanks for the vote of confidence," as Blair slips through the door and outside.

The blonde's smile fades completely when there's no one to see her, no one she can see at least; and she lifts a hand to run over her face, rubs at her eyes for a moment, before drawing in a deep breath and leaving the room, presumably on her way to the kitchen.

"Well," Nate says moment later. "That was… good. No yelling, I mean…"

"That's all you have to say?" Serena asks him, voice shaky, "Did you hear wha—what I said… what that me said…? All the things that have happened? And all you have to say is…" she trails off, shakes her head and meets his gaze, her blue eyes almost frantic.

Nate shrugs, "Well yeah, it's not… like this is real, Serena..." he says and then adds, "And if it was…" he ducks his head a little, "It'll be okay… things'll work out."

She stares at him. "How can you say that?"

Nate shrugs again, looks a little uncomfortable suddenly at being the focus of three intent stares, "I just… can," he says, voice tight.

And then waves in the direction the older Serena had walked off in. "Are we going?"

Serena stares at him, doesn't respond; her gaze roving over his face, trying to find where that certainty could come from, what it was he was seeing that she wasn't…

"Yes," Blair says firmly, giving Serena's hand a squeeze, "We're going…"

And Chuck nods once and leads the way.


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