Title: Save Me
Chapter Title: Save Me
Author: Shelby
Summary: Blair disappeared one day. Chuck never stopped looking for her. A year later, a girl covered in bruises tells him what happened to Blair. He learns of her whereabouts, but she's in danger. And it's her marriage to a man he knows that's killing her. Can he save her?
A/N: Wow you reviewers are amazing. We are so close to the end right now it sort of makes me sad. I tried to prolong it for as long as I could. There will be a nice long epilogue after this I think. Review if you want to see that happen after this chapter. Enjoy.
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Blair stands, dressing in black with sunglasses on. They are there to hide her eyes as she stares at the casket before her. Charlie holds onto her and cries against her chest. There were few people here and she doesn't know most of them. The only ones she can admit to recognizing at all is Serena and Nate who came for support. Everyone else present is a blur around her. All she can do is stare at the details of the casket. It's a dark wood, expensive looking, and not very detailed. It fits who it holds perfectly, but she still can't imagine them in it. She never imagined that person would die. Yet they now they lie in there forever asleep and never to wake again. She's too weak to cry out loud, but instead the tears stream down her cheeks and the noise, kept in her throat. She listens to the prayer by a preacher who never even knew who lies before them. It all seems to drag on for her, but she doesn't dare walk away. She can't do that. So instead she just listens.
"Heavenly father, you have not made us for the darkness and death, but with life with you forever. Without you we have nothing to hope for; with you we have nothing to fear," he speaks clearly, but his tone is low. The word fear stays with her and she thinks there was one never more fitting for what she's been through. She knows it's selfish to think that at the moment, but she just can't help it. He continues, "Speak to us now your words of eternal life. Lift us from anxiety and guilt..." She knows anxiety and guilt better than anyone. It will forever be with her and she realizes she'll have to live with it if she can ever move on. Moving on now seems almost impossible after this. "... to the light and peace of your presence, and set the glory of love before us..." Where was the glory of love before her? She doesn't see it in this moment. "... through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen." He finishes and closes his bible. She hears others say words about him and then take their exit. When the preacher leaves she feels as if she's the only one there. She knows he'll be lowered into the ground soon. Charlie's cries silence down a bit and she pats his back.
"Mama..." he mourns. He then turns his face to look up at her, but she can't meet his eyes yet. Her hand reaches out to touch the wooden box, but stops halfway. She retracts her hand and shakes her head no. Instead her eyes fall down to Charlie. He returns her gaze by staring up at her with wide, confused brown eyes. She brushes back his hair and kisses his lips.
"We'll be okay baby," she assures him. He calms at her words a bit and snuggles against her chest. After sparing one more look at the coffin, she knows that this is the ending chapter of his life. So she puts it in her memory and buries it deep. "Goodbye," she concludes, her voice trembles a bit. She turns around and the book closes for them. Her feet slowly drag through the cemetery and the cold. The wind blows straight at her and it feels damp and heavy. The day is one of the worst she's seen, but the most fitting for a funeral. The prickly grass hits her ankles as she continues her exit. She just wants to get out of here and not think of this day again. Finally her feet step onto the hard sidewalk and she turns towards the rode. She meets his eyes and he takes a step towards her.
"I'll never understand why you had to come," Chuck says quietly. He looks at her with pained expression and she knows that she hurt him by coming. She nods slowly and interlaces her free hand with his. They both stare down at them. They're both pale and almost look to be the same color. It's like they connect in every way possible. Blair slowly raises her foggy brown eyes to meet his.
"It was the last chapter and this is my way of closing the book," she elucidates. It's not a large explanation, but to her it makes perfect sense. She knows it may not be as clear to him as her, but she hopes he'll get a sense of what she means. She searches his eyes for her answer. He nods slowly and then steps to the side with grace. She puts her hand on the door of the limo before she gets in. Then Blair turns around slowly and gives on last look at what is left of Jack Bass. All the naked eye can see is a coffin as it lowers into the ground. To Blair though she sees a sad little man who never understood what he was doing wrong. In that moment she forgives him and feels nothing, but sorrow for his soul. Chuck reaches out and touches her stomach. The bump is a big bigger now and more noticeable. As soon as his skin comes in contact with it their baby girl moves. She looks at him with a sad smile and Jack is left behind. They both climb in, Charlie between them and drive away together without another look. All Jack Bass would ever be to them after all was a bump in the road of their future happy life together.
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A body hits the floor.
Blair's scream echoes throughout the entire room. She's shaking in fear as Chuck holds onto her. Her head turns and as if in slow motion she sees him on the floor. The gun is away from him now and he lies there, blood draining from him. Her eyes connect with his for a moment. Like always their dark, but now fading as the life drains from them slowly. It's as if in the last moments of his life she can't look away. All the hurt he's caused her and all the pain is displayed in his eyes. He looks so alone, lost. She's not sure why, but in a way it breaks her heart. No one loved him before he died. If anything she hates him right now and so does Chuck. He allowed himself to become a monster at her expense. So why does it almost feel like remorse or relief has come over her? His eyes never close, but she knows he's dead. She blinks tears and then looks away when his body stops breathing completely.
"It's alright," Chuck tells her as he eyes Jack's lifeless body on the floor. He feels so many emotions right now. Even though it's over they all still overwhelm him. There's fear, sadness, anger, happiness, relief, and so much more he can't even begin to describe it. Relief he decides is the strongest though... definitely. "It's all over now," he assures her. The police officer puts down his gun, missing a bullet, and walks over to Jack. Chuck watches as he reaches down and check's for Jack's pulse. He knows there isn't going to be one and for that he is grateful.
"He's dead," he tells one of the other officers. Then he looks to Chuck and Blair. Blair covers her face in shame and clings to Chuck for dear life. He knows its selfish, but a huge part of him never wants her to let go. They both need attending to, but if he could freeze time and allow them to be together always, not one second apart he would. When you come so close to losing something like her, your greatest and only love... it can destroy you bit by bit. He was almost destroyed. It's almost as if he's seen the other side. For a split moment life without her flashed through him. It was then it made itself clear that what he saw was not life. Without her there would be nothing.
"The ambulance is downstairs on their way up. It's all going to be okay," he tells them. Chuck can't even find it in him to nod, but instead just blinks a few times. He knows it will be okay, but a large tug of worry is still upon him. They don't know if their child is alright or how much blood he's lost. His eyes even start to droop a bit. No he can't leave her now, even if it's only to pass out. So he sucks it up and forces his eyes open. It won't last long, but hopefully the medical assistance will be here soon. She needs him now more than ever, to just be with her. When the ambulance people to come up, stretcher with them he does find it in him to speak. He pushes her forward a bit when they come towards him.
"She's pregnant, take her first," he tries to hold Blair out to them. She shakes her head and refuses to go with them. "Blair," he warns. This doesn't make her listen though. She moves away physically from them and behind Chuck. He wonders why she does this and then she tells him.
"I can walk, he's been shot," she refuses to be taken. The ambulance men immediately go for Chuck. He struggles, but they manage to get him up on the stretcher. "Stop struggling," she tells him as she grasps onto his hand. "Just relax," her voice is so soothing.
"Miss he's lost a lot of blood and you may want to give him some room," a man informs her. Chuck immediately tries to sit up and gives the best yank he can to Blair. She falls towards him and he tightens his hold on her hand. "Sir..." the man tires again.
"Leave her be. Don't take her away from me," he orders. There's so much threat in his voice. He also sounds very scared though. This makes her heart jump a bit and she goes through with his wishes. His eyes flutter close from lack of blood. They've stopped it, but he's still running low. He can't see anything, but feels her kiss his forehead. Her lips are so soft and sweet. Why can't he just be okay? He can't fade out now, can he? What's that beeping sound he hears? Why does he feel so weak?
"What's going on?!" she shouts, but it sounds as if she's off in the distance. Suddenly her hand is pulled away from him. He wants to scream and shout, but he can't. Instead he find himself sinking into a dark lake. A burst of light goes through it and all goes white.
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Chuck's eyes slowly open. All he can see is brightness and white. He groans at the pain in his leg as he tries to sit up. He needs to find Blair, Charlie, and he needs to know if the baby's okay. So where is he? His back strains as he tries to turn around. It seems to be nothing, but this bright light all around him. Then he hears a voice he's never expected to hear again.
"Hello Charles," his father says from behind him. Chuck slowly turns and brown eyes meet blue. He blinks a few times in confusion. His father's posture and facial expression is so much more softer than before he... well before he died. Wait did that mean he was dead too? No he couldn't be. That just could not happen to him with Blair, Charlie, and the baby. He refuses to die.
"It's okay son. You're not dead and you have yourself and your love for Blair to thank for that one," a woman's voice suddenly greets him. He frowns and turns around when someone touches him. The touch is soft and calming. She smiles at him.
"Mom?" his voice breaks a little. She strokes his cheek and fixes his hair a bit. Her smile is beautiful and her eyes filled with life. This doesn't make sense to him, but he won't dare question it. Instead he just stares at her, deeply into her eyes.
"Yes it's me. For a moment I thought you'd be joining your father and I, but it's not your time yet. I simply wouldn't allow it. There's so much more for you to do down there," she tells him. His father is behind her suddenly, but his eyes stay with his mother.
"You've made us proud Chuck. I know never said it to you before, but I love you son. I couldn't have asked for anyone better," Bart says in all honesty. Chuck feels his stomach drop and his heart raise. Nothing makes sense, but those words... words he's waited to hear all his life... he's finally hearing them. The amount of emotion that overcomes him he can't not describe. So instead on the outside he remains calm. His mother calls him to attention again.
"She was yours you know. From the beginning I decided she was my gift to you. I'm sorry it took so long, but in the end, just like your father, you took action. If you keep it up I promise you're all going to be alright. You... Blair, Charlie, and my granddaughter," her promise stays in his heart. The word granddaughter sounds strange at first, but then it sounds perfect.
"My baby's okay?" he questions, voice a little shaky. The pain in his leg is excruciating and he hopes this means it's because he is still alive. Just sort of in a sleep deep for now. His mother nods and looks to his father for a moment.
"We've been looking after her and we will until it's time for her to enter your world," she whispers. Chuck looks around as if he'll see a little girl. "She's going to be beautiful Chuck... she is beautiful," she assures him.
"Can I see her?" he asks cautiously. For some reason it's the only thing that comes to mind. Like even his mothers assurance isn't enough. He wants to see her, proof. His mother smiles softly and looks to his father. Chuck looks between them both and his eyes rest with his fathers. "I want to see her," he corrects, voice strong. His fathers eyes show something Chuck isn't used to, pride.
"She's in the meadow," Bart tells him and motions his head to the side. Chuck then turns to see amidst all the white a small area of grass and flowers. Swarming over and around it are tons of butterflies. It makes him think of Blair and he aches for her more. He's not even sure what's going on until he realizes that he's now walking towards it. A little girl looks up at him with a big smile. She's in a white dress and has a little curly brown hair with a white headband. Her big doe brown eyes remind him of Blair, but her smile reminds him of himself. She giggles at him and holds out a golden daisy in her grasps.
"Hi," slips out of his lips without much thinking. He can't really manage to form words right now so he sits down next to her. She goes back to pulling out flowers and then sets some in his lap. He stares down at them and back at her. She's grinning again and claps her hands. "Do you know who I am?" he asks. He realizes she's probably too small to understand him, but all of it also seems surreal. In his opinion just about anything could probably happen in this place.
"Dada," she pats his legs. He feels his heart melt and a chuckle escape his lips. Then she points to a butterfly that flutters between them, "Mama." Chuck stares at it for a moment and then back at her. He sits back and she copies his movements in a playful way. Her small hands go against her own chest. "Mama's Bliss," she says quietly and then repeats, "Mama's Bliss."
"Bliss?" he asks with a small frown. A hand is set on his shoulder and he turns around to see his mother again. She smiles at the little girl and then looks to Chuck.
"She's trying to tell you that she is her mothers bliss. She's her extreme happiness, the spiritual joy that inspired her mother to take a stand and do what she did to save you and her," his mothers voice is soft and sweet. He wonders how different he would be if someone spoke to him like this from when he was born. "It's what every mother feels for their child. What I felt for you," she whispers.
"But I..." he starts to object, but she puts a finger to his lips. Her head shakes slowly and she smiles.
"No you didn't Charles. I knew from the beginning it was a risk to myself and I refused to do anything to stop it. Half the medication they requested I take could end up hurting you so I didn't take it. It was my own decision and in the end after we talked your fathers too," she tightens her hold around his hand and they both look back at his dad. There are no words, but Bart seems to smile at him peacefully. Chuck then feels someone in his lap and looks down to see big, brown eyes staring up at him.
"Dada go," she whispers with a nod. He holds out his hand and she fits her small one into it. Then her other one raises in the air and she waves at him. "Byebye," she giggles. He frowns not understanding, but then a white light flashes all around him.
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Blair sits in a hospital chair as tears stream down her face. Charlie is clinging to her, but watches his sleeping father. The doctors told her he lost a lot of blood and it might be a little while until he wakes up. Well it's been too long already in her opinion. How is she suppose to trust anything anyone says without Chuck's reassurance. Not even Nate and Serena could see her for very long before she grabbed her baby and went to Chuck's side. She just wants him to wake-up. Charlie starts a low moaning cry and his little hand reaches out for Chuck.
"Dada," he cries, his eyes red and puffy. Blair sighs and wipes away his tears with her hand. Charlie stares at her for a moment. "Mama?" he asks, not understanding. "Dada sleep?" his voice shows how unhappy this is making him. Her heart wants to break completely, but she won't allow it. There's nothing to worry about right now, but him.
"Come on Chuck wake-up... please. The baby is okay so you have to wake-up," she pleads, voice breaking completely before it's over. Charlie wrestles against her and leans forward. Blair helps him up onto the hospital bed and he immediately clings to Chuck.
"Dada no no night night," he pounds his small fists on the side of the bed next to Chuck. His voice sounds almost angry, but he's also crying a little. Blair immediately reaches her hands towards Charlie to try and soothe them. Then another hand reaches up and grabs hers. She gasps and looks to Chuck as his hand tightens around her own. Charlie watches with curious eyes and falls completely silent.
"Chuck?" Blair exclaims and immediately stands. His eyes remain close, but his hand tightens even more around her own. She leans over the bed, her face close to his, and whispers. "Baby are you waking up? Please... I need you... we need you just wake-up for me," her hand strokes his cheek. He lets out a small groan and relief washes over her body.
"Blair?" he questions, voice weak as his eyes open. A huge sigh of absolute relief comes from her lips and she kisses his cheek immediately. He turns to look at her. "Hi..." unsure of what else to say he says something simple. Blair lets laugh of overcoming joy.
"Hi baby," she responds and wraps her other hand around his own. "We were so worried about you," she exclaims, her eyes never leaving his. He frowns a bit at this, his mind still collecting itself. "There's someone who wants to see you," she tells him. He opens his mouth to ask too, but is suddenly attacked with kisses and small arms.
"Dada!" Charlie cries out and hugs against him. Chuck looks at him and wonders if he'll cry happy tears. Charlie continues to kiss him and starts to bounce up and down with happiness. "Dada luv, dada luv, dada luv!" he shouts. Blair puts a hand to his back to try and calm him a bit.
"Shh baby daddy is still hurting. Go a little easier on him," she smiles. Chuck on the other hand wraps his free hand around his son and kisses his forehead. Charlie smiles at him and snuggles against his chest. "He missed you so much. When he saw me he was so happy, but then he was looking all around for you. They said he just about went crazy without us," she explains, voice filling with caution. The last thing she wants to do is say something to upset him.
"I bet," Chuck says quietly as he strokes Charlie's hair. He then turns to Blair. "Are you okay? What are you doing standing up? Sit here with us," he moves over so there is room in the hospital bed. She does as he says and lies her head on the pillow. Charlie is between them, but he stays still and just stares at his parents interaction.
"I'm fine," she assures him, "Everything is alright... including our little girl." His hand rests against her stomach and his heart flutters at the movement. "The doctors say I'll have to be really cautious with everything I do, but anything to keep her," she nods. "She's my Bliss."
"What?" Chuck asks as flashes of his dream or whatever did happen run through him. Blair looks up and her smile grows. She even blushes a little to his surprise.
"I umm... it doesn't have to be permanent or anything, but I've started to call her that. Bliss.... she's my extreme happiness. Without her spiritual joy I wonder if I would have found the strength to you know..." she trails off. Not wanting to talk about all that happened just yet. Right now, with Charlie they will be happy, the memories can be healed with therapy and time.
"I like it... Bliss Blair Bass... well I suppose now she'd be Bliss Blair Waldorf," he chuckles as he stares down at his hand atop her stomach. Blair tilts his chin so he's looking at her.
"Her name will be Bliss Blair Bass. She's your daughter Chuck. Any other name wouldn't fit her. It's only me that's Blair Waldorf now. Guess we can go back to the last name calling," she teases a bit. When he doesn't chuckle she looks into his eyes.
"It may get confusing," he says softly.
"Why is that?" she asks.
"Well if we're both calling each other Bass I don't see how others we'll know exactly which one we're referring to. There will be four of us after all," he responds with a smile. Blair feels the breath hitch in her throat. She shakes her head and a giggle escapes her lips.
"Are you asking me to marry you Chuck Bass?" she questions as if it will be some joke. Her heart can't even begin to take all the happiness she feels. It's like a tidal wave of absolute warmth. Her body is soaking in it completely.
"I think I am," he responds. "I know I don't have a ring or anything," his voice is nervous, "and if you want we could forget this whole thing and just you know... something more special and... well I um... we could always...." he starts to ramble, but it is put to a stop when her lips smash against his own. It takes him a moment to respond to it, but when he does the kiss deepens extremely.
"Mama dada luv," Charlie interrupts them. They both pull apart and he crawls up between them on the pillows. Each of his small hands reach out and touch both of them. Blair smiles at Charlie and then to Chuck. Nothing can ever interrupt the peace and blissfulness of this moment.
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A/N: I'm pretty sure the next one will be a long epilogue that skips around a bit to show them telling Charlie, the birth, and basically over all closure. So review if you would like to see some of that.
