"If two people are meant to be together, they'll find a way." - CB

Its been three years and the gang has gone their separate ways for the most part. Chuck and Blair were pretending. Pretending they weren't miserable without each other. Pretending they were happy being the two successful people they had always dreamed of. Pretending they weren't still hopelessly, head over heels, in love with each other. Coming to terms with those facts were a sign of weakness which neither Blair nor Chuck were. But after an accident leaves one friend in critical condition, will their magnetic force draw them back together again?

That boy is a monster.

"Three words, eight letters. Say it...and I'm yours."

"I...I..."

"Is that it?"

"I love you too."

"So the next time you forget, you're Blair Waldorf. Remember, I'm Chuck Bass. And I love you."

"Are you okay?"

"I am now."

"I've got you...that's all I need."

Blair's heavy eye lids fluttered open as she felt a nudge on her shoulder.

"Come on sleeping beauty." Nate smirked, sliding out of the limo.

The cool air from outside drifted into the limo, causing her to roll her eyes.

Leave it to Nate Archibald to ruin a girl's dream.

She smirked, following him out as he helped her out, and to the sidewalk.

"Why don't you head inside? I'll take your-" He stopped midsentence watching the limo driver pulling out bag after bag of large luggage. "Blair you know you're not moving in right..."

"Save you're humor Archibald, I'm in no mood for your attempt at comedy." She smirked, as she nodded at the doorman of the Empire.

"Ms. Waldorf, we've been waiting for your arrival." He greeted, smiling warmly.

Nate walked up behind her, grinning sheepishly. "Uh hey...do you think you could call down room service for well...that..."

He glanced over at the pastel set of luggage that never seemed to end.

"Of course Mr. Archibald." The doorman smiled, walking into the hotel.

Blair turned to look at Nate, a grin on her face. "Whatever happened to the Nate Archibald that was all about not taking advantage of the upper class advantages?"

He smirked, holding the door open for her. "He stopped working out."

Nate pouted slightly as he heard Blair giggle and agree.

-.-.-.-

Chuck was drunk.

Either that or completely buzzed.

He had this evil smile on his face he just couldn't shake off as he finished his twelveth cup of bourbon.

The alcohol was giving him a warm feeling inside, and was tellling him to just go for it.

Suddenly the door swung open, and he knew who it was instantly.

He smirked, fixing his robe as he leaned against the wall, watching Blair step in with Nate trailing after.

His eyes traveled over her body immediatly, taking in every inch of her.

Her brown curls, now reaching farther down, falling well over her shoulders.

Her small black dress, hugged every curve.

She still looked as beautiful as she did at Victrola that night.

He watched as her brown eyes gazed him, finally realizing he was in the room.

"Waiting for someone?" He heard her beautiful voice hiss.

He smirked, this was going to be fun.

"I found her, it seems my Waldorf radar still works."

"I see you're still just as childish as ever." She stated simply.

"I see you look exactly the same." He grinned.

"I'm different. I've changed."

"The only difference I see is you've rid yourself of you're adorable little headbands."

He watched her roll her eyes as she walked down the hall, walking into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Chuck..." He heard Nate's voice warn, almost pleading. "You don't know how much convincing it took for her to agree to stay here."

Chuck smirked, nodding.

"Don't worry Nathaniel, I'll be on my best behavior."

-.-.-.-

Blair sighed as she locked the bathroom door behind her.

She didn't expect seeing him for that breif moment to hurt her that much.

She could deny it to everyone and herself as much as she wanted but her heart and her head both would always come to the conclusion, she was still in love with him.

She turned to look at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair a little, walking out of the bathroom to find Nate and Chuck sitting on a couch, talking about God knows what.

"-right, but it wasn't the flexible part that bothered me it was the-"

Blair shuddered and cleared her throat, feeling thankful that she stopped Nate from finishing his sentence.

The two looked up at the brunette with curious eyes.

"I want to see her." She stated simply.

Nate scowled, looking down. "I was hoping you'd wait till tomorrow...you're going to need every ounce of strength to even glance at her, Blair."

Blair frowned, looking to Chuck who's eyes also said the same thing.

"Y-You guys are starting to scare me..." She said quietly, almost to a whisper.

Nate sighed and looked down, as he began to open his mouth to say osmething Chuck stopped him.

"Blair..." Chuck sighed, rising from his seat.

"This wasn't just another close call for Serena in the hospital" He stated slowly. "You were informed the day the accident happened, got on a plane, and now here we are. She hasn't healed from anything. She still hasn't even woken up..."

Blair felt her eyes water, as much as she didn't want to have a break down in front of her basstard of an ex, she couldn't help it.

"This is my fault." She stated simply, walking to the small bar in the corner as she took a bottle of wine in her hand, walking out on the back porch.

"Blair-" Nate started but stopped as she turned to look at him.

"Don't waste your breath. Serena's in a coma, and it's all my fault."

She swallowed, and turned on her heel walking out to the balcony, raising the wine bottle to her lips.

-.-.-.-

Chuck walked out to the balcony to see a passed out brunette on the small cushioned outdoor love seat.

He rolled his eyes and picked her up, the empty wine bottle falling out of her grasp.

He walked down the hall, opening the guest room, lying her down gently on the large bed.

His eyes softened a bit as he took in her peaceful expression.

It melted away any guilt he had from the past couple of years when he made that beautiful face cry.

He softly stroked her cheek when she suddenly began tossing in her sleep.

"No..." She mumbled softly. "Stop..." She began yelling a little louder.

Chuck frowned, as he gently touched her arm, attempting to wake her up.

Her brown eyes opened, as tears began streaming down her face.

"GET OFF!" She screamed, running out of the room.

Leaving a hopelessly confused Chuck behind.

DUN DUN DUNNN.

What's happened to Serena? Why is Blair having nightmares?

WHY IS NATE A FUCKING SEXY RETARD? (Okay that was a joke)

All will be brought to life my sweethearts.

Rofl omg you guys are awesome.

I was like "oh hello email"

and it was like

BAMMMM FANFICTION APOWDGHPAIWEGH.

And let me add I haven't wrote a thing in FOREVER, so seeing it was not only surprising but a very nice thing.

:)

Anywhoooo, I began writing this story about...oh I don't know two months ago on my blackberry? Lol.

I had two stories, one sort of like this and one that was a sort of crack-ish one shot of Blair having a baby and Chuck freaking out lol.

Unfortunatly, my dumbass cousin wiped my memory on my phone, and once I fixed it I wrote this little number.

Butttt nowwww I've switched phones, so I sent this one to my email and BAM.

This story is born.

Anyway enough of my rantings, but hopefully this story will keep you guys (AND ME) satisfied till GG comes back from break D;

PS can I say I hate the DAIRNESS? Like wtf. They're kind of cute to me in a dorky kind of way, but now with all this new talk with Chuck's new girlfriend.
NO. OKAY?
JUST NO.

PPS I noticed all my typos on the last chapter...and I'm sorry lol.

Rofl okay I'm done.

Here's the important part

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