Blair was exhausted. It seemed that the flight to Bangkok had taken almost an eternity.

Sneaking out of the hospital and in the Waldorf penthouse had been relatively easy. The doctors and nurses had been too busy to take notice of her and for the time being Serena had nowhere to be seen.

Determined to stay unnoticed, even by her maid, Blair had asked the doorman of the Waldorf apartment building of Dorota's whereabouts.

After he had informed her that Dorota had left the building over fifteen minutes ago, Blair had been relieved.

She had quickly made it upstairs and had put on a piece of clothes which most of the people around her didn't know she even possessed: a pair of skinny jeans, Serena had forced her to buy some time ago, insisting every women needed a pair o f those.

Normally Blair would have been disgusted with her choice but this time jeans exactly served her purpose. She needed to be incognito.

She had combined this fashion nightmare with a simple yet classy white blouse and a light brown jacket designed by her mother.

Despite her quest of being invisible to the outside world – especially to Gossip girl – she still was Blair Waldorf, the Queen B of Constance.

She had put her hair in a simple ponytail and her outfit had been completed with large sunglasses.

After Blair had finished her fashion activities, she had grabbed a big Louis Vuitton in which she had thrown her purse, containing her credit card and some make up.

She hadn't dared to hail a cab or to call a limo. The risk of being caught by one of Gossip Girl's spies had been too high. So Blair had done the unthinkable. She had taken the subway – an experience she didn't plan to repeat.

At the airport the had booked a ticket for the economy class, again an experience she wanted to delete from her memory.

So safety precautions had been necessary. She had had to make sure that nobody would be able to trace her and follow her.

Knowing Serena, Blair was sure that that would be something her bubbly best friend would do in an instant – and after all Serena now was really concerned of Blair's well-being.

But it was important for Blair to be alone with Chuck. She somehow knew she was the only person who would be able to reach though to him. If she was able to look in his eyes she would be able to bring him back – not only to New York but also back from that dark place he now seemed to be.

Blair was sure of it. She could bring the old Chuck back – her Chuck.

Well … of course technically he wasn't her Chuck – actually far from it – but he sometimes acted so different when he was around her than the Chuck Bass the rest of the world knew.

That Chuck Bass he showed the outside world was often cruel and arrogant.

Someone who could destroy another human being with a snip of his finger just because he was bored.

Someone who didn't care about the destruction he left behind, someone who didn't bother to look back.

But when he was with her he showed a softer side, a more vulnerable one.

The first time they had made love in the back of his limo that fateful night last year he had been so gentle with her, but yet so passionate.

When he had asked her if she was sure she had recognized that she might mean more to him than all those other girls he had had sex with in the past.

And the way he had looked at her while he had asked had clinched it for her. His gaze with those deep brown eyes had been so intense it had nearly burned her. She had never felt so wanted and beautiful in her entire life.

In that precious moment she had stopped thinking and had kissed him with all of her strength.

Although her first time hadn't been what she expected at all she now was glad it had been with Chuck.

It had taken her quite a while to come to this conclusion, because she always had imagined it with Nate. But now she knew that what she had felt for Nate was nothing compared what she felt for Chuck.

When he had given her the Erickson and Beamon necklace for her birthday it should have been obvious to her that she was special to him.

But all that was in the past- yet those memories were very important to her, because they indicated that maybe Chuck wasn't able to tell her he loved her he definitely cared about her and that she obviously was very special to him - now was the time to concentrate on the present and on the future – her future with Chuck.

Her stomach growled. Even though she had eaten on the plane, she immediately had run to the plane restroom after finishing the meal and had once again emptied her stomach in the little silver toilet bowl.

Somewhere deep down in her mind she was aware that she had reached a low and a very dangerous point, but right now she pushed those dark thoughts far away. If she could persuade to come back with her, everything would be okay and her "little" problem wouldn't be an issue anymore.

She quickly searched for a restroom to brush her teeth – she now always had a toothbrush with her – so the taste of vomit would be chased away and with that also the nagging feeling that her condition was by far more serious than she would or could admit.

After brushing her teeth and redoing her makeup she stepped out of the crowded airport and searched for a taxi.

Blair was a little bit irritated when she arrived at "The Crown". The hotel was set in a quite filthy area of Bangkok and Blair couldn't imagine that Chuck really should be staying here. She asked the taxi driver again if this was the right address. He assured her with his heavy accented English that this was indeed the one and only "The Crown" hotel in Bangkok.

With a shrug of her small shoulders Blair handed the man some bills and left the bad smelling vehicle.

She watched him drive off and made her way over to the not very inviting looking building.

While walking she turned on her cell phone only to witness that she had about twenty missed calls and even more unread messages from Serena, Nate and even Dorota.

She was relieved when she couldn't find her mother's name and cell phone number among all of those missed calls and messages.

Maybe there was a little chance that she could keep her little hospital stay a secret, because if her mother would find out, Blair's episodes had come back to surface she would sent her daughter away to a treatment centre and that meant away from Chuck. As this was something Blair didn't want to happen she would find a way to make sure her mother wouldn't find out.

She quickly checked one of the messages, Serena had sent and wasn't the slightest bit surprised that her best friend was more than concerned where Blair had disappeared to and that Serena firmly wanted to know about her whereabouts.

She decided to deal with her best friend later as she entered the hotel and approached the receptionist.

"I'm here to see Chuck Bass, could you please tell me his room number." Blair was getting nervous when the receptionist eyed her closely, his eyes travelling up and down her body.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but Mister Bass isn't seeing any visitors." After he had checked her out, he was sure that this girl wasn't one of the girls, Mister Bass usually associated with and Mister Bass had been very clear that he wouldn't see any other people than those "special" girls.

"I insist to see him right now." Blair wasn't the kind of girl who let herself get dismissed so easily.

"Sorry, but Mister Bass won't see you." The receptionist was determined to stand his ground.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Blair was about to walk over to the elevators, ready to search all of the rooms in this hotel for Chuck if she needed to, when the receptionist gave a small nod to a man standing next to the entrance door.

And before she even realized what was going on, she was roughly taken by her arm and only seconds later found herself outside of "The Crown".

She tried to get back in, but the man who seemed to be the security guard or whatsoever made it impossible for her to once again enter the hotel.

Since there was no taxi in sight – this area didn't seem to be a place where someone could hail a cab quite easily – and she desperately needed to see Chuck, Blair was determined to wait outside until he would show up.

She sat down on a small bench beside the hotel when it suddenly started to rain.

***********

Loud music was hammering through this club he had found a few days ago. Bright light was flashing through the room supporting the rhythm of the music. Chuck leaned against the bar watching his surroundings.

People were laughing, dancing and obviously enjoying themselves. Chuck felt like a complete stranger. He had never been one to actively take part in the action, because standing on the sidelines and observing people gave him so many opportunities to uncover well protected secrets and use them for his advantage.

But today he didn't feel comfortable. He envied those people who acted so carefree.

He definitely was too sober, but he couldn't get himself to drink. It was the day of Nate's birthday and as hard as Chuck fought of the thoughts of his friends, today he just wasn't able to. Even though his cell phone had buzzed several times, he didn't dare to look at it and simply had hit the delete button over and over again. He didn't want to hear of his friends and he didn't want to find out via Gossip Girl what there were up to. Especially not what a certain brunette was up to or if she had already found a new prince charming.

He was approached by two Asian girls who asked him if he wanted to go somewhere more privare with them.

He wrote down his room number 555 and told them to meet him there the next evening around 9p.m. because right now while thinking about Blair he wasn't in the mood to get it on with them.

He decided to leave as he had one or two joints left back in his hotel room which would be able to bring him some needed sleep.

When he arrived at the hotel and was about to get in, he caught a glimpse of a person on a bench who was sitting in the rain next to the hotel.

And then he stopped dead in his tracks – sitting right before him and shivering from the cold rain was Blair Waldorf starring at him with her chocolate brown eyes…

Tbc. I'm a bit insecure about this fic, because it doesn't get a lot of reviews, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Thanks for reading and for those who do, thanks for reviewing. Feel free to tell me what you think and any suggestions and constructive critic is more than welcome.

xoxo, Mia

P.S. The next chapter will have definitely some Chuck and Blair action in it.