Hello! Well, well, well… here we are at the end of season two. I found this a tough chapter to write what with the Chair goodness of the prom episode. How? How do you not love Chuck Bass and his love for Blair Waldorf? Who voted for her? I did. About a hundred and fifty times. OMG! That was a beautiful thing. You know it's love when it involves election fraud. It did, however, make it difficult to write destructive Chair. Anyhoo, here we go…

"This can't be happening."

Sitting in that bed, their bed, the divorce papers falling from her fingers, her body rebelled and she ran to the bathroom to be sick. She was barely aware of Dorota following her and gently holding back her hair or stroking her back. Finished she fell back, resting against Dorota's knees.

"I'm pregnant." She whispered to Dorota, not even caring that the other woman just rolled her eyes as if she expected as much. As if she knew what Blair had been up to. As if she didn't know that this was yet another scheme that would come back and bite her employer on the ass.

Blair let Dorota help her up, support her as she rinsed out her mouth, and then help her back to bed.

"I get your breakfast." Dorota said, heading into the hallway to retrieve the tray.

Blair ignored her, grabbing her phone and hitting the first speed dial. Not surprisingly it went to voicemail.

"Chuck…" Taking a deep breath, she tried to chase out the hint of desperation in her voice and muster some command to it. "We need to talk. Call me back."

That had been her first message. They had gone downhill from there.

After the initial shock of the divorce papers, annoyance followed by anger that led to rage had taken over as Chuck continued to dodge her calls throughout the day. She'd gone to work, against Dorota's advice, but had been distracted the whole day. Giving up, she'd left early, only to be greeted by an army of valets moving his things out of their apartment. She hadn't even been given a chance to take a pair of scissors to his favourite suits.

Ignoring the worried glances of Dorota, who kept forcing food and tea into her, Blair somehow made it through her first night in a home that was now empty of all of her husband's belongings. The world should look out, Dorota thought as she helped Blair dress the next morning. When Blair got on the elevator that morning, she had an agenda and she was going to carry it out. The only thing on it? Find her husband.

She knew where her first stop was.

Chuck's assistant sat at his desk, a sheen of nervous sweat beading his brow. He heard the soft ping of the elevator chime, the sharp clack of her heels that trumpeted her arrival, and a part of his anatomy leapt up into his body for protection as she came through the door. His employer had warned him she would probably be on the warpath, and he was beginning to think that the hefty bonus he'd been promised wasn't going to cut it… especially if he wasn't alive to spend it.

"Mrs.… Ms… Mrs. Bass… Waldorf…" He stammered as she approached his desk.

She stopped in front of his desk, looking down on him as if he were a hair she'd just found in her crepe. Her gaze narrowed and he could have sworn something inside him curled up and died. The woman was scary.

"Where is he?"

"Not… here?" He managed, wishing there was a panic button under his desk. "Can I take a message?"

"Now that you mention it…" Blair said.

Pulling out the divorce papers she dropped them on the floor, and wasting no time she began jumping on them, turning in circles, her pumps cutting into them and turning them to pulp as she screeched her frustration. Finally stopping, she was breathless as she straightened her hair and clothes. Composed again, she looked down at him.

"Please see that my husband gets these."

With that she turned and walked out of the office, only causing one secretary to leap out of the way and land in a ficus.

Her next stop was downtown to the deputy mayor's office, the office of Nathanial Archibald.

Walking in unannounced she looked Nate up and down where he sat behind his desk addressing his staff, and for a moment thought about how simple her life would be if she'd loved Nathaniel Archibald. He'd be the type of man who would want to father his wife's children, the man who'd want to be a father without having to be manipulated into it. Yes, her life would have been soft, simple, and in the end… completely boring.

Sending his staff out of the room, he came around his desk and kissed her cheek, offering her a seat in a leather captain's chair in front of his desk, before perching on the end and crossing his arms over his chest.

"You had to know he'd spook." Shaking his head at her, with an indulgent smile. "He's Chuck Bass."

"He just needed some coaching…"

"Oh, you coached him alright… right out of town." He chuckled.

Blair's eyes narrowed at his words and Nate stopped laughing.

Chuck exited his hotel, and scanned the street, spotting his limo approaching he checked his watch. His things were already on his jet and he'd be in Damascus by tomorrow. Chuck had shut down, and he knew the one goal he had was to get out of the city before his wife found him. Parker came around and opened the door for him, and Chuck slid in, feeling more at ease with his escape route intact.

"Hello, Chuck."

Chuck cast a glance at Parker as he shut the door, but then rolled his gaze towards his wife… his soon-to-be ex-wife who was seated in his limo, fixing him with her most icy of looks.

"Blair." He greeted with a travesty of a smile. "You're looking lovely this morning. Practically glowing."

"It's the rage, it tends to bring out my natural blush. Care to tell me where you think you're off to? Buying congratulatory cigars perhaps?" She said, both mocking him and herself.

"Hmm? Interesting. Now just what would I have to be celebrating? My shackle or my freedom?"

"What are you doing?" She demanded.

"The question is, my love, what did you do?" He said, his usually languid voice tightening with a snap.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Blair said, knowing exactly what he was talking about. She straightened her skirt and got ready to lie her way out of this situation. "I'm pregnant, and like it or not, you, Bass, had a great deal to so with it."

Chuck leaned in, and she leaned back at the steel behind his eyes. "Did I? Did I really?"

"Need I remind you I keep a journal? I could provide you with times… dates… positions…" She taunted.

"Ahh… So true, my love… You are nothing if not meticulous… Which is why it seems so odd to me that you would fall pregnant."

"Accidents happen. Look at Gable and Young." She countered.

"So… you didn't plan this… accident?" He questioned needlessly with a raised brow.

"Of course not. Who do you think I am?" She shot back innocently.

"I know exactly who you are." They both paused in momentary truce, knowing that was true. The truce ended with his next words. "If our marriage means so much to you, and this was, as you claim, an accident… then end it."

"What?" Blair said, in shock.

"End it. The pregnancy. End it and we go back to what we were, what we've always been. Chuck and Blair."

For a moment Blair was too horrified to speak. He didn't mean it. He couldn't mean it? Her mouth opened but no words came out. Chuck watched her, knowing this was it. Neither spoke as they pulled up at the helipad that he would take off from and be carried to the airport. Chuck's hand when to the door and he paused as Blair grabbed his sleeve.

"If you get on that helicopter, Chuck, it's over!" She threatened recklessly.

Pulling his arm away, he looked her up and down, and said with an air of distaste. "It's already over."

Months later, sitting at the head of the table a judge looked at the two lawyers who were glaring antagonistically at each other from across the table. Neither of their clients was present, but it didn't seem to stop their councils from carrying on the grudge match, the grudge match that had been slung about in the press and on the gossip blogs for weeks. The judge had to admit that he too had followed along the tales of the billionaire husband who had fled the country and his pregnant wife, the wife who had been seen around town with her ex-beau the dashing deputy mayor, the husband seen on the beach with twin super models after putting their apartment on the market… while she was still very much in residence, and the wife who had burned down their summer home in the Hamptons.

Scanning the papers again, he looked to the lawyers. "So, this is it? He supplies the agreed upon alimony as per the prenuptial agreement, and she doesn't contests provided he relinquishes all legal and physical claims to her child?"

The lawyers nodded, not taking their eyes off each other.

The judge had been doing this a long time, and even with all that had been going on between this couple… This passion only meant one thing.

"This is over." He predicted as he signed the papers and shut the file.

TahDAH!!! Okay, there is your new chapter, coming to you the day of (if you're Canadian) or the day before the season two finale! For everyone who was hoping the divorce wouldn't go through… it did. Don't hate me. I can promise you this… the story isn't over.

PS-I made an OLD Hollywood reference in this chapter. Points to whoever can tell me the story! Googling is cheating.