A/N: Okay, it has come to my attention that the reason I have been lacking in reviews is because my chapters have started to suck. *sigh* Not exactly a good feeling, but whatever. I have 2 more chapters to write for 4x02, & maybe I'm gonna just write them to spite whoever thinks that way. *strives on*

"…what do I pack?"

-Eva (4x02)

4x02—Reflections

She sat staring out the window, watching the rain drip down the sides. They echoed the tears stained to her face. It was almost like a reflecting glass she saw looking back at her. Cars were still in the streets, people were still strutting through their day, but everything in her world seemed to have collapsed. She couldn't believe she had just had her first fight with Chuck.

It seemed like such a small thing, going to Tuscany for two weeks. It sent her right back into that empty place she'd been in before though, despite how everything had been between them since then. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she'd made him leave the second he'd made the proposition. She'd sent him away when he'd come back with roses, of which he'd originally planned to give her a huge bouquet of that cruel day in early summer. That shook her to the core even worse. She didn't want to see him or hear from him ever again. That was what she told him. It had been stupid. He loved her now – had finally told her that. But she had still demanded he leave, and he had. He hadn't tried again for her in three days. She wondered if she'd lost him forever, or if he would take her back if she got over her ridiculous insecurities.

"Blair?"

She turned around in a heartbeat, startled by the noise and saw Chuck – her Chuck – dripping in the doorway. She gasped and jumped to her feet, walking over to him and ridding him of his soaking rain jacket.

"You couldn't have taken your limo?" she asked, trying to keep her focus on getting him dry and not the inter-dynamics of their relationship.

"I did," he said neutrally. She went to her bathroom to grab a towel from beneath the sink and scrubbed it all over his head to dry his wet chocolate brown locks. She sighed.

"Could've fooled me," she muttered.

"Blair."

She took his suit jacket off and rid him of his wet socks and shoes.

"Blair."

"What is it?" she asked, throwing him the shirt he'd left behind a few times before. Now it was fresh and warm from the dryer. He resisted burying his head in it for the sake of conversation.

"I came to apologize," he began. She shook her head, any anger she had before immediately gone. He was too cute in his adorably wet ensemble. "I should have never brought up Tuscany. I know that's a sore memory for you, and I had no intention of making you feel hurt again. I just thought that if we went again, I could make it up to you, and then Tuscany would represent good memories instead of bad ones."

She took a deep breath and pursed her lips. Her hand settled over his mouth to stop him from talking. His eyes looked desperate and alone, maybe even scared. They craved her reaction more than anything. Without saying a word, she leaned in and kissed him deeply. Unsure of where this was leading, he lightly placed his hands around her waist. After awhile she pulled back, brushing aside the few wet locks that had dangled in the front of his face.

"I overreacted," she said. He opened his mouth to speak, contradict her, since her 'overreactions' usually always meant something more than how they looked. When he could think of nothing to say, her face softened. The soothing circles she made on the back of his neck with her fingers served to relieve most of his tension as well.

"What do I pack?" she asked coyly. A smirk slowly slid into place on his face.

"Well, if it were up to me, I'd take you butt-naked onto that jet and dress you when we got there." She gasped, her instinct to pull back and slap him, but he was too quick for her. His lips found hers quickly and she gave in to the thrill of being held in his arms. She would ask him later how he came to be so wet.

Eva's voice tuned out when Serena showed up at his door. He lied straight to her face, to both of theirs, and closed the door without a second thought, keeping his step-sister away. He had had everything planned so perfectly. He'd seen Blair and now had made a plan of escape. He'd been so close to succeeding but his old life just kept surprising him. He wondered if he should not give in just once to remember what it was like.

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A/N: Next chapter up within half an hour most likely. Then I can just do the CEv scenes from the next episode after tonight.