A/N I am having too much fun while writing the Christine-pieces. I worked hard on her past and such, so… I know you get it, you are smart people (:

I don't own a thing from Gossip Girl, although I'd love to… bring me all the headbands, all the bowties and Ed Westwick. Seriously, I would kill to spend time with that man. I'm going to make him say 'I'm Chuck Bass' and 'Tour de France' the entire time, probably, but still. He's so handsome and sexy and dear lord perfect… no. NO Emma, you're supposed to be good. No drowning in your own obsession this time. Okay… goodbye… thank you for reading and such (:

"Oh, New York... I might have actually missed the city." Blair muttered as they crossed the bust streets of New York, heading to Serena and Nate's place. Serena grinned and took the brunette's arm.

"So many things have changed, B! Did you know that Dan-"

"With New York I meant Manhattan, not goblin land across the bridge." Blair cut off her blonde and bubbly friend. Chuck smirked. Even though she hadn't been home for 14 long years, and she had been through life-changing experiences, she still detested the lower classes. His eyes connected with those of his sister, who shrugged her shoulders and picked up her conversation with Luna. Heated, the two of them debated whether people were necessarily good or bad. Strange enough, Christine was saying bad and Luna good. Over the trip home, he and Christine had discussed where they were staying, the Palace or the Empire. Chuck still lived at the penthouse of his hotel and Serena and Nate moved into Lily's old apartment years ago, after she had moved in at Rufus' loft. Christine didn't want to stay with either of them, although she didn't elaborate on that. After a full comparison of the two hotels, obviously praising The Empire, Christine had come up with the idea of Blair's old place. It was still hers; Eleanor had kept it in case Blair ever returned. Both Rose and Christine thought it was absolutely perfect and after an argument or two, he'd agreed. Blair didn't seem to care about where they were staying at all. Both Christine and Chuck had never seem her this happy.

"Why are you living in your mother's apartment, Serena?" Blair scolded when Vanya had opened the door. The man had recognized all of them, including Blair, Rose and Christine. With a smile that would fit a society-lady-slash-trophy-wife perfectly, Blair thanked him and asked how Dorota and their children were doing. Enthusiastically, Vanya told them all about their Anastasia. Rose, as the well-taught girl she was, smiled politely and asked for photographs. What seemed to be ages later, Vanya shut his mouth.

"Why did you do that?" Christine hissed at her best friend and her daughter. Rose smiled turned into a grimace when she heard her aunt's tone. The elevator was too small for the ten of them, and they were closely pressed together to give the children more space. A very disturbed Brooke pouted when Luna pushed her to the side. Before their children could start a fight, Nate and Serena pulled them apart.

"I miss having kids…" Christine whispered. No one was supposed to hear, after all, they didn't know, but Chuck did. He turned around and frowned at his sister.

"You have children?"

Blair froze. She knew what happened to Christine's family, but they never spoke about it. Just like Charlie, the topic was taboo. The elevator felt silent, and Rose grabbed her aunts hand, and held it tightly. Christine nodded at her brother, but then seemed to change her mind.

"I… I had a son and a daughter. Hugo and Sydney."

"What happened to them?"

"They didn't survive the coma."

Blair gasped, and Rose started sobbing. None of the others grasped what was going on.

"What… coma?"

"The coma they all fell into after the car crash." She answered blankly. She shouldn't think about them right now. Not about them, not about him. She was here with her brother, with her best friend, with her niece. She was in a city she had loved since she was little and a city she wasn't able to visit for years. The elevator doors opened and Christine was the first to get out, rushing to the kitchen, although it was the first time she ever stepped a foot in the apartment. Blair followed her, after throwing a 'why did you have to be such a Basshole, Basshole?'-look at Chuck. Rose stayed behind and glanced at the others uncomfortably. Brooke, Luna and Kate had run to their room, avoiding the adults.

"What exactly happened to Christine, Rose?" Serena asked. She had started to like the woman, and she felt bad her children died. Nervously, Rose bit her bottom lip. When neither her mom nor aunt returned from the kitchen, she decided it would be best for everyone if she'd just tell them.

"A few days after Charlie had died; she got a phone call from the hospital. Her husband, uncle George, and their two adopted children, Hugo and Sydney, had an accident. She was devastated. She started drinking at the same time as my mother…"

~o~o~o~o

"Why didn't you tell me? C, I'm supposed to be your friend." Blair whispered as she sat down next to her best friend. Christine shook her head.

"I know, B. I really do, but for the first time in years you seem to be happy. Why would I ruin that?"

"I'm always happy."

"No, I mean happy-happy."

"It's the same-"

"Not at all. A long time ago, we made a deal."

"I don't-"

"I know, you were wasted."

Blair didn't answer, and Christine put down her glass. "Yeah… let's go back."

They returned to the elevator, only to see Chuck and Rose waiting for them. Chuck placed his hand on his sister's arm.

"You okay?" he asked softly. His voice dripped with worry and pity. Almost disgusted of her brother, Christine slapped his hand away and raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" and with that, she stepped in the elevator and left them standing there.

"She doesn't like pity," Blair explained as she laced her fingers with his. He nodded and kissed her cheek.

"Serena and Nate are having some 'family time'. Where do you want to go?"

Blair smiled and glanced at her daughter. She had been surprised when Rose accepted Chuck so easily. Normally, she would have problems with any man in Blair's or Christine's life. At first, Rose completely detested François. It took him years to get her to like him.

"Take us home, please."

Chuck smiled at her. In years, he had never felt like this. He had always been alone, with a different girl in his bed every night. People still knew him as the womanizer he had been when he was younger, before Blair. But there was no time before Blair. She has always been there and she always would be. No one –no one- can top Blair Waldorf.

In silence, Rose watched her mother and Chuck –her father. It was almost weird how good they all fitted together. Nudging Chuck in his side, she managed to get them apart. Giggling like a young girl, her mother let go of Chuck and stepped into the now-empty elevator. With the three of them, she finally felt her family was complete.

~o~o~o~o

"Nate, what's wrong?" Serena rolled over in their bed. She knew her husband was still awake, even though it was almost three AM. Nate shook his head in the dark and Serena grabbed his hand. Nate smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"Nothing, sweetie."

Unsatisfied, Serena frowned. "I know you, Natie. Something is wrong."

He sighed. "Fine I was just thinking about Nate."

Serena sat up, startled. "Blair? Why?"

Nate tried to sooth her. "Not like that. I mean she and Chuck and Rose seem to be so happy. Have you ever seen any of them this happy?"

His wife shook his head.

"Exactly." Nate continued, "But I can't help but wonder…"

"If you are her father?"

"Yeah. I don't want to break them up, but it has been on my mind on a while."

"Let it go, Nate. Let your best friend be happy," Serena muttered and she turned around, with her back to Nate.

~o~o~o~o

Blair had no idea what she was doing. She was happy, she really was. She had Chuck back and he accepted rose. Even better, Rose accepted him. Her life was almost perfect. She had always dreamt of a fairy tale and although this was far from that, she couldn't feel any better. She sat on the bed of her old room, her hands clutching a small, white envelope. When Chuck had found it, she only had smiled, told him it was nothing and had sent him away. She sighed. It wasn't nothing. Chuck had left an hour ago, after Arthur had brought back a very drunk Christine. Although she had been drinking, she was still fine. She hadn't even noticed the envelope. Desperately, Blair tried to control her breath. With her hands almost shaking, she ripped open the paper. A small note fell out of the pieces. She'd seen these before. The paper, the font, the texture, the use of language. She knew these. She stared at the letters.

'You will regret'

3 words, 13 letters. Simple as that.

~o~o~o~o

"Stupid hospital. Stupid doctor. Stupid, stupid car crash." Christine muttered. She was too drunk and too tired to use a more elaborate vocabulary. Almost crawling, she moved to the bed.

"Stupid." She repeated, and she felt tears forming in her eyes. Growling, she rubbed them. She didn't like to cry. She didn't like self-pity or pity at all. Still with her eyes filled up, she buried her head in the satin pillows. After the –in her eyes- most awkward elevator conversation ever, she had left for a bar. As usual, a peloton of horny men had been hitting on her, and as usual, she had let it slide. Even If George never could remember her or their past ever again, she would make him fall in love with her all over again. That could not be too hard, right? Especially since she already knew every little thing about him. She growled. Christine loved New York, she really did. She loved Blair and Rose, and she and Chuck were more than good. Her life was fine.

"Stupid," she said once again, and moments later, she fell asleep.

~o~o~o~o

Rose let her head fall on the pillow. Her mother's old apartment was magnificent, exactly like she would have thought it would be, but it wasn't home. Rose took about five suitcases with her to New York, only containing the minimum, since they were actually going back to Paris, right? Tired, Rose clutched the small, consisting out of all the pieces taped together, paper with her father's name on it. With Chuck's name on it.

~o~o~o~o

"Where is your boyfriend?" Rose mocked as her mother walked in. Christine looked up and gave her a small wave. Both of the adults looked extremely tired. Blair threw an annoyed look at her daughter and sat down next to her best friend.

"Chuck is not here." She said dryly.

"So he's not?" Christine mentioned with raised eyebrows.

"Shut it, Bass," Blair groaned and Christine grinned. Rose pouted and played a little more with her food.

"So he's not?" she said. Both women looked at her as if she was someone completely different. Blair's shoulders lowered and she looked away.

"I don't know… I mean, it's –"

"Chuck." Christine interrupted her. The elevator doors slid open and all three of them expected to see Chuck Bass strolling in, but they were wrong. With a disappointed look on her face, Blair greeted Nate.

"Archibald." Christine said, with the same disappointment covering her face. "What are you doing here? Where is Chuck?"

Almost nervous, Nate ignored her and glared at Rose.

"Are you okay?" Blair said suspiciously. She always knew when something was on the blonde's mind. Nate shook his head.

"Serena doesn't know I'm here. She said I should let it go, but I can't."

"What's wrong?"

"I really need to know if Rose is my daughter."

A/N as for the debate between Luna and Christine, I'm a sucker for that particular discussion. I mean, I loved debates. Especially since I always win, especially in this one (I'm always on bad-side).It's like… the one thing I'm good at.

Oh and, sorry for the late update… It's not that I don't want to, but we have no internet anymore after… yeah… somewhere around 7. Not only is that extremely useless, but I never post these chapters before that, so I always have to wait. And then wait longer, since my memory is terrible. I really hate my dad for this D: