Hello! Do you know what really sucks? I feel like Gossip Girl should be on Monday, and yet it won't be. Sucks. Once again, OTH fans are used to this push back, but I can't remember them doing it with GG. Sigh. There's a bigger sigh, and all the spoiler readers out there know what I'm talking about. Here we go…
With a final scream Blair collapsed on his chest, and Chuck grunted, his arms wrapping around her and tightening convulsively. It seemed like a fraction of a second later, Blair shoved herself out of his arms, and threw her body away from his. They lay on their backs, panting, not touching, and staring at the plane's cabin ceiling.
"Idiot!" Blair broke out once her breathing had returned to somewhat normal.
"Ouch. You wound me." Chuck drawled sarcastically.
"I was taking to myself." Blair said with a huff as she struggled to stand while trying to simultaneously push her skirt down and pull her blouse closed. Her success rate was not good.
"This." She bit out, swinging an accusing finger back and forth between them. "This never happened."
With that she stormed through the cabin to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind her. She leaned her back against the door for a moment, and her hands came up to cover her face. She stood there for a moment, totally stunned by what she'd just actively taken part in. Of all the things that should and should not have happened today, her having sex with her ass basstard of an ex-husband was definitely one of them.
Shaking her head, she dropped her arms and moved to the sink, turning the cold water on, and bending to splash some on her face. She stood up at the sound of the pilot announcing over the PA system that they were preparing for landing. Grabbing a hand towel she patted her face dry, and was only mildly surprised that when she rummaged through a drawer she found many of the products she used. She didn't know whether she wanted to think he kept her things or that he just stocked the place for whatever woman he brought onto it. As she finished she noticed the slight shaking in her hands.
She looked her reflection dead in the eye. "You are Blair Waldorf. Pull it together!"
While straightening her clothes and perfecting her look, she also came up with a million and one reasons why she fell off the Anti-Chuck wagon. The biggest one, and the one that was probably the most true, was that it was a side effect of the stress she'd been holding in since learning Charlie was gone. In a close second was that she had simply lost her mind. Moving to the door, she took a deep steadying breath, and reminded herself that it didn't matter, she'd slipped up, but in a few hours she'd have her son back safely, and everything could go back to the way it was. With that positive thought in her head she opened the door.
When Blair took a seat and strapped herself in for the landing, she ignored Chuck, and for once it seemed like he wasn't looking straight into her soul with those damn all-seeing eyes of his. Right now he was focused on his phone.
The former couple said nothing more as the plane touched down. They said nothing in the car on the way to the boarder station. They said nothing as they paced the lobby waiting for an agent to bring out Charlie.
And then he was there.
"My baby!" Blair screeched as she snatched him from the agent's arms.
Chuck said nothing but took deep steadying breaths, trying to emote nothing. Walking to Blair and Charlie, he placed his hand on Charlie's head, and pressed his lips to his son's soft hair. Neither Blair nor Chuck shed tears, or went into hysterics. In fact to the outside observer, such as the agents, it would seem like they were parents greeting their child after a long trip abroad. Only they knew how truly shaken they were; as parents, as individuals.
Blair's eyes began to devour Charlie, picking up every detail.
"Oh, my god." She said with total horror. "Is he wearing… Old Navy?"
Blair wanted to leave as soon as possible. She didn't want to see the kidnapper. She never wanted to see that face again. She looked at Chuck, knowing he felt differently.
"We'll be in the car."
Chuck nodded, and watch Blair hurry out. Straightening his tie he looked towards an agent, and then pulled out a think manila envelope. The agent looked around and then took the envelope, shoving it into his pocket before leading Chuck to the interrogation room at the back of the station.
"You've got five minutes, Mr. Bass." The agent said as he held the door open for him.
When the agent shut it, Chuck was now left alone with the person who had tried to take the most valuable thing in his empire.
"So… how much does an execution cost?"
Chuck didn't answer but surveyed the man sitting at the simple steel table. Chuck moved and slid into the seat across from him.
"It's lucky for you that I understand the acts of a desperate man, Drakewood."
Adam's eyes narrowed on Chuck, and he opened his mouth as if to speak.
"No." Chuck cut him off. "This ends here. You are going to go through the legal process, and I am not going to interfere… I won't even see to it that you have a prison bunkmate that calls you Sally. From this point on your life and mine will not intersect. That goes for Blair and Charlie as well. You will not come after any of us again. You don't want to know what I'll do if I ever get the hint that you're in Manhattan, and if I think you're going to pull another stunt like this… I'll wipe you from the face of this Earth…"
Chuck finished with total menace. He didn't want to hear Adam drone on and on about why he took Charlie. If there was one thing Chuck had been born and bred to understand, it was revenge. In any other scenario Chuck would be out for blood himself, but he was a father now. He wanted this done. He had enough enemies of his own without creating ones that target his son.
Chuck got up and pulled his jacket tight before heading for the door.
"So… wait? That's it?" Adam stammered, breaking as he realized that he was being left alone, but left with nothing… not even what he most wanted. "You're not going to apologize?"
Chuck didn't even pause as he tapped on the door to be let out. He was down the hall and just caught the end of Adam's broken lament before the door slammed shut.
"I just want my dog…"
The driver held the door open for Chuck, and he slid in. He wasn't surprised to see Charlie changed into fresh pink Egyptian cotton clothes as he sat in a car seat. Blair continued to fuss over the boy as the car started to speed them back to the airport for their flight home.
They arrived at the airport and headed out onto the tarmac to board the plane.
"So… it's over?" Blair finally asked, the wind whipping her hair about her.
Chuck nodded, taking Charlie into his arms.
"Next time… You might want to leave a man's dog out of it…" He said smoothly before boarding the plane.
Blair stood stunned for a moment before following. These would be the last words they would speak for over two months.
Blair's foot tapped compulsively against the marble of the foyer floor. What was taking so long? The elevator finally chimed and the doors opened and Blair took and excited breath in… Only to have her hopes crash through the floor.
"Ugh. It's only you." She breathed out.
"Nice to see you too, Blair." Serena breezed in.
Blair rolled her eyes, but leaned in as the girls blew air kisses across the other's cheek. Blair grabbed Serena's arm and dragged her into the formal living room, where they both flopped onto the sofa. Blair fidgeted as she kept glancing towards the elevator.
"Do I even have to ask what has you so riled?"
"Riled? I'm fine. Fine! What could possible be wrong with my life? Charlie's birthday is coming up. Aaron Rose moved to Iceland. I've gotten mother and daddy to agree that I'll be 28 for another three years. My life is perfect."
"And you're not missing Chuck at all…" Serena prodded, knowing that there had been a wall of silence between the two since they brought Charlie home, and neither one of them seemed inclined to break it. They communicated about Charlie through Dorota, texts, or one of the two very large bodyguards that Chuck had hired to protect Charlie.
"Why would I miss Chuck? He nauseates me!" Blair announced for the millionth time in her life.
Serena raised one brow, but decided to move onto her own reason for needing her best friend. "Alright, while I have your partially undivided attention… There's something I need to ask you about…"
Catching that very familiar Serena note in her friend's voice, Blair's attention went smack to her friend. "What is it, S? I thought you'd been okay since your divorce? Don't worry you've gotten through it before. It's like falling off a horse!" Her voice drifted for a second, before going sharp. "Unless that horse is named Adam and he's working for your Machiavellian ass of an ex-husband. Then you'll need a rabies shot."
Serena couldn't help but laugh, but she shook her head. "No… it's not that… B, I think I'm pregnant…"
"Oh, my god! Lars? Really? That's as if your mother had a child with one of the Claus'! EW!"
"Says the mother of Chuck Bass's only child." Serena smiled at the look of indignation that pinched Blair's face, then she moved on. "No. Not Lars…"
"Then who…"
"We were in a bar… we'd had a few drinks…"
Blair didn't need to hear any more. "You would think you and Nate would have perfected this move by now."
Serena ignored Blair's rolling eyes, and gave her a set of big sappy eyes of her own. "I bought a couple of tests. Would you pee on a stick with me?"
"That's disgusting." Blair said, but sighed. "Fine. I'll do it. You can put your Bambi eyes away, no one will be shooting your mother today."
As the women made their way through the foyer, the elevator chimed.
"Oh, thank gawd." Blair exclaimed as she charged the delivery person, grabbing the food and throwing some money at him.
Fifteen minutes later, Blair sat on the bed, finishing off a hot dog. She'd be lying if she said this was the first time the two friends had taken two pregnancy tests at the same time. There was safety in numbers, and there had been a couple of scares along their lives. Oddly enough this was one of the less weird things they'd done over they years.
"So? What do they say?" Blair called out absentmindedly as she took a cloth napkin and dabbed a spot of mustard off her lip.
Serena came out of the bathroom looking stunned. "It's positive…"
"Congratulations! You're having a Vanderbilt! You just moved up a few thousand rungs on the social ladder." Blair chirped as she bounced up from the bed. "CC and his grandfather will probably want a wedding faster than cells can multiply, but I think you should wait. You look beautiful in the summer. Not all washed out like you do this time of year."
"No." Serena shook her head. "I'm not pregnant."
Blair looked at her confused. "Then why did you say the test is positive?"
"Because it's yours…"
TAhDaH! Is anyone else cold? I'm so cold. Canada, I love you, but winter? Seriously? I must admit I've been curled up on my couch, watching season one a lot this week. It was either that or actually do all my readings for school. It's amazing that I'll be graduating this year…
