A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter and have favorited and or alerted this story! I really appreciate it!

Also, today marks the 1 year anniversary for this fic! Time just flies!

Disclaimer: I do not own GG or any of it's characters. Just the OC's I've had the pleasure to create.

Chapter 14: Found in Translation

"A very special day is coming up," Jenny informed Evelyn during rehearsal the following afternoon. The play was only a week away and Evelyn was glad that it was almost over. Gone would be the days that she'd have to be the one to clean the stage, hunt down the actors, help with their cues and do anything Rose commanded her to.

Both girls were cleaning up the costume room and organized each actor's clothes to their own hooks which were lined up along the wall. Evelyn hung a thick overcoat onto Nate's designated costume hook. "Enlighten me Jennifer."

Jenny smirked. "My birthday is coming up soon."

"So is mine."

Jenny's eyes widened. "You never told me when your birthday is."

All of her life, Evelyn never enjoyed celebrating her birthday. For her, there wasn't anything to celebrate. Her birthday was marred by her mother's death – hardly an occasion for merriment. The day itself was especially worse. She dreaded the day of her birthday. It was a somber day for her and she always kept to herself. It was an unspoken rule between herself and her aunt. They both acknowledged that day when they lost a loved one. Their most important loved one.

"It's on the twenty forth," Evelyn replied quietly. "Yours?"

Jenny hung up a floppy hat on one of the coat hooks. "The twenty ninth. How crazy is that?"

Evelyn hid her sad smile. Even talking about her birthday was hard. She usually avoided it in conversation whenever possible.

Jenny snapped her fingers. "I just had an idea!" She jumped up and down on the spot. Evelyn noticed she always did so when she was excited about something. "We should have a joined birthday party!'

Inside, Evelyn was less than enthused. She liked to be alone on her birthdays. She bit her lip, and tried to paste a smile on her face.

"It would be so much fun! My birthday is on a Saturday night anyway. It could be a double sweet sixteen!"

Right. Evelyn completely forgot the part that this year she was turning the iconic age of sixteen. Evelyn hid her discomfort and smiled as best as she could. Jenny was so excited her eyes shinned as bright as the sun.

Evelyn forced a smile on her face fighting every instinct that clawed inside her. "Why not?" Suddenly, her stomach felt queasy, her throat feeling oddly constricted. She gulped the thickness in her throat, and kept her eyes on the ground.

"Wait, Evelyn – Is something wrong?" Jenny placed an soothing hand on her shoulder.

"It won't be that big of a party…" Jenny trailed off. She sensed something was wrong, and her excitement faded. " I-if you don't want to, that's fine."

Evelyn swallowed the pain and shook her head, bringing her head back up to meet Jenny's. "That's not what I meant. I'd love it if we can celebrate our birthdays together."

You're thinking about this the wrong way, Evelyn thought to herself. Spending her birthday weekend with Jenny may ease the pain she'll be feeling during the weekend. Her stomach eased slightly. She wasn't convincing herself. Regardless, she didn't want to let Jenny down. After all, she already accepted.

"We could invite a special guest for your birthday too," Evelyn said breaking the tension in the air, desperate to get the attention off of her.

Jenny's blushed furiously. "Shut up."

That week, Evelyn asked Jenny what happened between them. After a bit of persistence, Jenny had told her she kissed Nate and he sent her a love letter which never got to her.

"I can't help but think what if I got the letter. If things would be different," Jenny said.

"So," Evelyn dragged out the o, "Do you still like him?"

Jenny sighed and covered her face. She groaned. "I-I guess I still do on some level. I don't know, he's obviously over me."

"Listen, some boys need a roadmap, or better yet, a sign for them to see if you're still into them."

Jenny's brows furrowed. "Wait – how do you know this?"

Evelyn's cheeks flamed. "Experience." Evelyn's blue eyes wandered but she regained her composure. His face popped into her mind again. It seemed to be happening a lot lately.

"Doesn't Nate like a challenge?" Evelyn asked.

"Well he did date Blair Waldorf, but –"

"No buts!" Evelyn interrupted. "Jenny Humphrey, you yourself have told me you always go after what you want. What makes this different?"

Jenny was silent for a moment. "I see your point. But what if-"

"Just try. I'll help if I can."

"Fine. I'll invite him if you won't. You know you want him there anyway." Evelyn rolled her eyes before adding, "we should tell Eric about this. He'll be pumped." Evelyn clicked the microphone on. "Mr. Van der Woodsen, Miss Humphrey and I need some assistance on stage left. Over."

Jenny giggled at Evelyn's seriousness. She'd already gotten in trouble with Rose countless times for talking to Eric on the headset. Since then, they developed a code to speak with each other.

"Rodger that."

Their code had a bit of every type of messaging system there ever was. Some days they talked like pirates, others like military commanders, pilots and some other times they only spoke with abbreviations.

It was odd, and Evelyn got plenty of questioning glances, but it made working for the play a little less painful.

"T-T-Y-S."

Evelyn and Jenny finished organizing the clothes for the final run through. They quickly walked to the stage left wings.

"Seriously Evelyn? T-T-Y-S?" Eric appeared behind one of the curtains.

Evelyn shrugged. "I decided to mix it up a bit today."

Eric sighed dramatically. "I still think we should try Morse code."

Evelyn chuckled. "Eric, you know that's way too complicated. We're not operating a covert mission here."

"But wouldn't that be fun?" Eric questioned with the enthusiasm of a twelve year old.

"If practiced enough," Evelyn titled her head, giving the idea a moment of thought. "Maybe. With our circumstances? No."

"You guys suck."

"You swallow," Evelyn smirked.

Jenny's mouth formed a perfect 'o'. She slapped a hand to cover her gaping mouth. "Evelyn!"

Eric was too busy laughing and in between gasping breaths. "I.. did.. not… expect… that… from you."

"What?" Evelyn smirked. She couldn't hide the pride of getting the timing right for a joke. It always felt satisfying.

"Someone's been rubbing off on you," Eric said once his he caught his breath.

Clearly, Evelyn understood what Eric was implying. Her brother. "Well, all I will say to that is-"

"Don't."

Evelyn shrugged smirking. They shared a knowing look. "Fine."

Jenny sighed exasperated. "You two are so weird. Listen, before we called you over me and Evelyn came up with a great idea." Eric listened as Jenny rehashed their plans for a double party. She then asked if he would come.

"Count me in," Eric answered.

The lights dimmed on stage and curtains were closing. "That's a wrap everyone!" Julian's voice called somewhere backstage.

"I guess we're done today. Finally!" Eric exclaimed with relief.

The three of them walked into the auditorium and picked up their bags. "I forgot to take off my headset," Evelyn said. "I need to go put it back."

"Do you want us to wait?" Jenny asked.

Evelyn shook her head. "You guys go ahead. It's already really late. I'll text you later."

Jenny and Eric disappeared through the side doors and out the hallway. Evelyn walked back onstage, her feet thudding on the hollow sounding floors. She felt her way past the velvet curtains and found the container her headset needed to be. Then, Evelyn turned back and picked up her things stashed in one of the seats in the auditorium.

"What's the troublemaker still doing here?"

Evelyn turned and saw Nate on stage. He had a sports bag slung over his broad shoulder. "You really must confuse me for my brother. He's done a lot more worse things than I have," she smirked.

"Ah, trust me I know. I've been there with him. And, okay maybe I've participated once or twice. How's it goin'?" He stopped in front of her a casual smile on his face.

"Much better now that rehearsal is over. How about you?"

"Same old same old at this point. How much longer will we have to do this?"

"Nine days," Evelyn recounted. "And it's not like I have a countdown or anything," She added sarcastically.

Evelyn slung her backpack straps over her slim shoulders. He opened the door for her on their way out of the auditorium. Once outside, a cool wind whipped Evelyn's cheeks.

"Why is it still so cold?" Evelyn shivered and tugged her thin coat closer to her frame.

"Well according to the weather report they say this is the last cold front. It should be getting warmer soon."

Evelyn quirked an eyebrow. "Thank you Mr. Weatherman. If this whole lacrosse thing doesn't work out, I foresee meteorology in your future."

Nate chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "I don't see that job being a bad profession."

"But they're predictions are always wrong!"

Nate stopped midway down the steps in the front yard of the school. His caramel brown hair was swept to the side from the wind. "That's because I'm not giving the weather prediction. They are."

Evelyn crossed her arms and smirked. "Uh-huh. So, you're trying to tell me you're better than a well-paid professional?"

"Hey, you don't know this, but everyone used to ask me the weather to coordinate their outfits," Nate said matter-of-factly.

Evelyn chuckled. "Oh really? That's quite a position of authority."

Nate nodded proudly. "I know. The weather is pretty important you know."

Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say Nate."

She continued walking down the steps and past the entrance. She could understand how Jenny fell for him. How every girl fell for him. He's gorgeous, charming and a gentleman. But she wouldn't be one of the girls. She already suffered a broken heart before and didn't want to experience it again – or even think about it. Whenever you think about feelings, you give them power. Power to make you feel pain.

The streetlamps were alight but the sun was still out. The days were getting longer, and despite this cold snap, the weather would soon become warmer. Nate said something to her and snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Pardon?"

"I asked if you had a ride home?"

"No I don't. I usually walk home after rehearsal. Chuck usually takes the limo."

"What? You walk home every day?"

Evelyn shrugged. "By choice. It's only ten to fifteen minutes depending on traffic. It gives me time to think."

Think about things I've tried to repress, Evelyn added silently. She'd gone so long shutting out her feelings but ever so slightly they were creeping back in. Damn.

"Come on, I'll give you a lift home."

Flattered by his kindness, Evelyn wanted to say yes. It was awfully nice of him for the offer, but she'd rather walk. It usually helped clear her muddled thoughts. "That's really nice of you Nate, but you don't have to."

"I insist." He walked up and held the limo door open for her. Nate's aqua eyes were warm and inviting. Her grip on her backpack straps tightened. Evelyn surrendered and accepted the offer. She slid across the buttery seats, immediately feeling warmer. She wasn't sure if was from the heated limo, or maybe something else, something she hadn't felt in some time…

She immediately decided it was the limo.

Spotted: N giving E a ride home. Is there something going on between these two? I'm sure C would want to know…

"Hello Phillip. I trust your trip went well?" Bart firmly shook the other man's hand.

The man standing before him shook his hand firmly – a bit too firmly. His dark blue eyes were small and sharp. His honey brown hair was lined with silver, his smile was a balding man, and Bart could tell his efforts to mask his shiny head were unsuccessful. Bart was having the same problem.

Phillip Montgomery was a member of board of director's for almost eight years. He was if not, the youngest member and had given great insight for further expansion of Bass Industries. He was the Vice President of Finance, and was planned to monitor the funding and expenditures of the new Bass hotel that will be built in London and the next year, Paris.

"Very well. We got the contracts signed by the construction company. Renovations should be starting in early June." He handed Bart a thick file folder filled with contracts. "I've checked over all our financial statements and have analyzed them. We'll talk about it during the next board meeting."

Bart nodded his face stoic. "Excellent. I'll look forward to that. How is the wedding plans coming?"

Philip paled slightly. "Stressful. I thought my first marriage was bad, but having to hear about color schemes, invitation lists, dresses… all I can say is it's going to hurt my pocketbook more than me."

Bart chuckled along with his colleague. Bart has always known Philip to be as tight as wallpaper with his finances. Bart used to share the same sentiment but once he entered the billion dollars range as your income, his perceptive changed. Still, sometimes he couldn't shake the voice in the back of his head asking, "Do you really need this?" or, "that costs HOW much?" Philips financial eye was the reason of his high status in Bass Industries.

"How's Ruby doing?"

"Good. She went back to her home in Connecticut, checking with the realtor to sell her place. She'll be back with her son this weekend and then we'll be going out to my family's Hampton estate."

Bart remembered back to when he met Ruby briefly. He never paid attention to status and who was marrying who. He focused on work and his company. Lily usually talked his ear off before and during formal functions, informing him about the gossip. Most times, he didn't really care.

However, with Philip, who he'd known for years was different. Bart considered him to be a friend and trusted him with an important job in his company. Lily explained to him about his first marriage to a girl named Grace. They had a son – whose odd name he never remembered – but divorced over five years ago. Philip had been looking for a companion for a long time, and Ruby may be the right fit for him.

"This isn't the first time meeting her son is it?"

Philip scratched his neck. "Actually it is."

The uncertain look in his eye reminded Bart of the first time he was introduced to Serena and Eric. He felt sympathetic towards Philip. He understood what it's like.

"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. Speaking from my experience of course."

Philip nodded. "Yes, well the invitations for the engagement party have gone out, so hopefully if all goes well he come around quickly. Expect an invitation in the mail. I hope you'll be able to make it."

Bart patted his arm. "I'll make sure Lily and I will be there."

Last period was approaching and Chuck was glad. His classes were boring as hell, and he wanted no more than to skip. He would, but if he skipped one more class, he faced expulsion. Bart wouldn't be pleased with that. Then again, he'd been too busy with his sister to remotely pay attention to him. Not that he ever did, just even less than before.

Chuck waltzed through the hallway, his eyes a bit bleary. He felt a sharp tug on his sleeve.

"We have a problem Bass."

He knew that voice anywhere. Chuck pivoted, his eyes met with a distressed Blair. She sighed and massaged her temples. "Carrcrash isn't giving up."

"What do you mean she isn't giving up?"

Blair pursed her lips, her eyes frantic. Most people wouldn't notice, it was that subtle, but he did. He always did. "Carrcrash is deciding to continue grading based on merit. What she doesn't know what merit is."

"So she gave you another bad grade? What's the big deal?" Chuck asked confused. He failed to understand the problem she was having here. One B on an English paper. She was already in, what else mattered?

Blair tugged Chuck's tie and hissed, "I still don't officially have Yale. I have to wait one more week until I know for sure I'm accepted. So, if I want to keep Yale in my future, I can't afford any more bad grades. It's obvious Iowa doesn't cower as easily as I thought." Realizing their close proximity, Chuck could feel her breath on his skin. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes looking at him for help.

Blair continued, her grip on his tie tightening. "We need to do something."

"Not that I do not enjoy scheming with you Waldorf, but what else is there? I don't think Ms. Carr has anything else to hide." He was dangerously close to her now, his eyes boring into hers, reassuring. Although she was frustrated, Chuck knew the best method to deal with Blair at the moment was to calm her down. Sometimes she got irrational when she got her emotions involved in a scheme. Inevitably, with Yale involved, her desperation was interfering with their fool-proof scheme.

After a couple moments, Blair realized their closeness and pulled away, taking a step back. A couple people were staring. "I'll just have a little chat with her again. Give her a little reminder. Everything will be fine then."

Chuck nodded and gripped her delicate forearm. His hazel eyes bored into hers, seriousness. "Of course it will. You're Blair Waldorf, don't forget that."

Blair nodded with affirmation. Of course she knew that. She owned that fact since pre-school. She straightened up, her moment of vulnerability far gone. "I'm sure Mrs. Queller would love to know the truth about her, if the time calls for it."

Chuck nodded. "See? You already have enough ammo right? We've already launched it. Now we wait for destruction."

"That's my favorite part," Blair smirked.

Chuck leaned on the lockers behind him. "I know."

Blair didn't say anything. He saw a faint redness to her cheeks and she avoided his gaze. She looked so innocent then, he didn't want to taint her. Her face contracted a look of contemplation, and she finally spoke after a lulled silence. "Thank you for helping me with all of this."

"You did most of the work Waldorf."

"I know but still… Ever since… Ever since that night you've come to see me after I made a fool of myself, I feel something's changed between us."

Chuck's eyebrows furrowed. "In what way?"

"Well, I now I've learned to trust you again. As a best friend."

Chuck couldn't avoid the stab in his heart at the reference of him being her friend. He'd been friend zoned. In Chuck's mind, that was a complete demotion. Although he was content at first being her friend, he longed for her. He longed for her touch, her taste, her scent – all of it.

He'd been having dreams lately about her and woke up alone. He didn't like waking up alone. It always left his heart feeling hollow. He didn't know what it felt like for his heart to feel full until she came alone last year. Last year and those damn butterflies. He can't kill them, no matter how hard he tried.

For the first time, Chuck swallowed his pride. He'd never done it for anyone but felt the need to do so with Blair Waldorf. "No matter what Waldorf, you know I'll always help you. Always."

Blair's saddened eyes met his. "I know. I just hope one day you'll trust me too."

She turned and walked down the hallway. Confusion swept over him as he watched her retreating form. He trusted Blair Waldorf with many things. Just not everything. Was somebody supposed to with the opposite sex - and were friends? Hell, he didn't even trust himself sometimes.

Chuck combed a hand through his hair. He now knew where he stood with Blair. One thing stood in their way. Trust. She wanted trust. How the hell was he supposed to give her that? Chuck knocked his head back onto the bank of lockers. He was hopeless at this stuff. As much as he wanted her, he knew he'd easily screw it up. He needed to trust. Growing up with Bart, and very few friends, it wasn't easily convertible. Chuck put one foot in front of the other, hoping, just hoping he could finally figure it all out.

Chuck was filled with surprise when he saw Bart home that very afternoon. He lounged on one of the plush couches, flipping through the New York Times. Chuck had no doubts that he was flipping through the business section – it was the only useful section to him anyway. The ping of the elevator doors echoed through the quiet penthouse.

Bart's eyes flickered to the elevator doors. "I didn't expect you home so early. Usually, you're never here."

Initially, Chuck was taken aback with the tone of Bart's voice. It seemed he meant it as spiteful. Chuck's jaw locked, his hands curling into fists. Hadn't things changed between them? What happened over Christmas – did he suddenly forget that?

Bart's disdainful look told him otherwise. He was still a disappointment. He could never please him. They were back to square one.

"I was hoping we could talk." Bart ruffled the papers and set them neatly on the coffee table.

Chuck remained unmoved, his eyes guarded. "About what?"

"School."

Chuck crossed his arms. "What about it? I've actually been attending lately."

Bart cleared his throat and sat up straight. "It's not that. I made a call to the dean at Columbia and Princeton. Let's just say a generous donation was given on behalf of the Basses."

So Bart was buying Chuck's admission to both prestigious ivy schools. Chuck tried to process this quickly, and oddly felt conflicted. Usually, Chuck wouldn't stress about such a trivial matter, but he thought back to Evelyn. He thought of how hard she worked in school just like so many out there. It's not as if Chuck actually knew what he wanted to do, he was just floating along. Floating into Bart's constructed stream.

Bart stood up and straightened his suit. "Expect a couple letters in the mail any day now." With that, he climbed the stairs and retreated to his personal office.

Reeling, Chuck felt a surge of anger. Most kids would be grateful to be given an opportunity to attend either Columbia or Princeton. For Chuck, it was a restriction. He knew his father's plan. Attend college. Get a degree. Job shadow until he will take over the company. Always be in the shadow of his father. Pressure pushed down on his chest at the last thought.

He recalled what he once said jokingly to Nate "happiness isn't on the menu." Chuck's heart sank and realized there was no happiness in his future. None at all.

Classes finally ended for the day, and Evelyn bolted from her chemistry classroom. She flew through the hallways and jammed her books in her locker. Evelyn tugged her bag, consisting of her active wear she usually wore to soccer practice, and slung it over her shoulder. Tryouts were being held today for all girls interested in the varsity soccer team. Although the tryouts conflicted with the play rehearsal, Evelyn already notified Rose she wouldn't be able to make it.

Evelyn wandered quickly past the auditorium and toward the gymnasium. Once she arrived at the locker room, she changed and waited in the gym along with over a dozen other girls. Evelyn noted her chances of making the team were very high. What Nate had told her was true – all she had to do was try.

Not that she'd ever tell him that.

Coach McKinley blew her whistle, the sound echoing off the brick walls. Evelyn shuddered at the high frequency but obeyed her request for all the girls to gather around her. She explained the expectations and commitment she expected from each team member. She went on a tangent about teamwork, honor, glory and cooperation. She was attempting to inspire the younger girls but most weren't listening. It didn't help that McKingley's voice screeched like a basset hound. It was annoying as hell.

The indoor soccer field at the school was quaint but large enough for eighteen girls to play. After warm up, they were put in pairs to practice drills and exercises. Evelyn excelled through each drill. For the first time, Evelyn felt confident in her abilities. Her grades were suffering in all of her classes – especially physics. She was starting to question what she was good at, and wasn't sure if the path she considered choosing was right for her.

All of those fears evaporated on the field. Concentration and determination set in her mind. Her muscles ached from use, but Evelyn continued to play. Later on, her coach had the girls form a line to practice penalty shots. As Evelyn waited for her turn, her skin sticky, face flushed her mind began to wander involuntarily.

'Your work here is done," rang in her ears like wind flowing through chimes. She was so confused. She was stumbling all over the place, over people until she found a door. Escape. Escape now.

She isn't fast enough. She tries to close the door but someone shimmies past it.

"Where are you going?"

Evelyn turned to face the stranger. It was him, the traitor."This whole time I-I thought it just you and me. What was he talking about?" She could see her breath crystalize in wafting clouds.

His brown eyes once warm and comforting reflected sadness and desperation. "It was a long time ago. It was stupid." He tried to grab her hand, but she flinched away. The room suddenly began to spin.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Can't we just wait till tomorrow to talk about this? It's freezing out here."

"No.

"He asked me to help."

"He almost hurt me, how could you help him do that?"

He runs a hand through his short disheveled curls. "Because he wanted you. I didn't think he was serious – look, It's hard to explain but I didn't think he'd go this far-"

Her hand acted before her head and she slapped him. Hard. "Fuck you, asshole."

Once it's her turn to shoot, Evelyn snapped out of her memory. She stepped forward to the ball and remembered, remembered how hurt she felt for weeks. He first was new to their school. Then he became her friend. Then her best friend. Then it almost became something more. Almost.

Evelyn reeled her foot behind her and kicked the soccer ball with all her might. Upon her release she remembered how angry she was and channeled her frustration through the ball. It zoomed past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net. Unclenching her tight fists, she marched to the back of the line as if nothing happened. The girls just looked at her with a curious stare but continued on with more drills.

Once practice was over, Evelyn packed up her things and changed her clothes. The lacrosse boys just finished practice as well. She was on her way out of school when Nate Archibald emerged from the gym. He was fresh from the showers, his hair darkened, and smelled like soap.

"So I see you took my advice."

Evelyn scoffed. "I had the idea before you convinced me."

"And?" He asked expectantly.

"Well, only eighteen girls showed up, so my chances are pretty high right now. There are still two more days of tryouts so don't count me in just yet."

"Well if this was a betting game, I'd bet on you."

Ever since Nate had given her a ride home, they grew closer and slowly became friends. Yet, sometimes he'd make comments like this and it made Evelyn uncomfortable. It's just weird. Evelyn was thankful her face was already flushed because it darkened more. What the hell was wrong with her?

Jenny's name popped in her head. Right, that's what this was all about. Getting her together with Nate. Evelyn tried to drop her in their conversation casually every so often. Nate would be polite and never say anything bad about Jenny, but he never took the bait. So far, her plan to help was even less successful than her attempt at pottery – which was a sheer disaster on its own.

"I saw you on the field while I was putting away some equipment."

"You did?" Evelyn squeaked.

"Yeah, you were really concentrated but you knew what you were doing when you took that penalty shot. The goalie looked pretty scared at the force behind that shot."

Evelyn massaged the back of her neck, unsure what to do with her hands that were sweating. She wanted to get the hell out of there. Fast.

"Hopefully that'll be enough," Evelyn sighed. Why was she so nervous? "How was lacrosse?" She asked awkwardly, desperate to change the subject.

"The usual. Drills, practice plays and strategy. We have our next game in a couple weeks; you've said you played before. You should come and watch."

Opportunity! Evelyn exclaimed in her mind. "Yeah, maybe I will. I'll come with Jenny. She's a pretty big fan of lacrosse."

Nate's brows furrowed. "I didn't know she liked sports. I always thought she was mostly into fashion."

Evelyn shrugged. "Well, there's a lot you don't know. Just when you think you know somebody, they can completely change from your perception."

Nate nodded. "So you'll come?"

Evelyn sighed dramatically. "Yes. I'll come. But on one condition."

Nate's beautiful smile didn't leave his face. "Which is?"

Evelyn's mouth turned into a wry grin. "Weather permitting."

A/N: The next chapter consists of the play and some storylines coming to a head. Chuck/Blair loveliness is on its way, just be patient! It'll be worth it. I'm not sure when I'll have time to update this, seeing as I have lots of major papers and reports to write this month, but I'll do my best!

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