A/N: Here's the final chapter, I tried to publish it as fast as possible. It was so fun writing this story and I thank everyone who've followed, favourited and, of course, reviewed this story. You all have been such a blessing to me, I appreciated every thought. I would be incredibly grateful if everyone who's reading this story would review this last chapter. It would mean the world to me.

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The doctors were sprinting to their destination, picking up a weak brunette, laying her on a stretcher and walking with her to the ambulance with everyone right behind them.

Eleanor and Harold immediately climbed in the ambulance and Chuck didn't miss a beat to be by Blair's side, getting in the ambulance together with Serena, not even asking for permission. Eleanor and Harold were too occupied with their suddenly very alive daughter to actually care about something else.

During the whole ride Chuck held Blair's hand, never tearing his eyes away from her, while her father was holding her other hand and Eleanor as well as Serena starring at her, still not really believing the fact that Blair was alive. The doctors kept talking to her and put a respiratory mask to her mouth, because it seems like she had difficulties to breathe on her own. Blair's gaze didn't move. With half closed eyes she was looking back at Chuck, who was still holding her hand. Then for a brief moment when her eyes closed completely, Chucks grip on her hand tightened and his body filled with fear, while his heart omitted a beat. But then he registered the still consistent beeping of the machine and his body relaxed, knowing that everything was still okay. She was just too weak to keep her eyes open. He made circles on the back of her hand and was looking at her in a lovingly manner with tears clouding his view, leaving Harold and Eleanor astounded and even a tad touched by his tender gesture and look.

When they reached the hospital, Blair had fallen into unconsciousness and the doctors immediately carried her away. Lily, Nate and Eric had taken the limo and just arrived after them. Everyone followed the doctors into the hospital, but the minute Chuck entered the hospital, the doctor who had treated him, recognized him instantly, insisting to check if he was okay. Chuck didn't give a shit about what the doctor said, really, but Lily insisted as well and he had no other option than to do what they said. Unfortunately for Chuck, the doctor wanted him to stay at least one night at the hospital for further observations. They told him he shouldn't leave his bed, if it wasn't necessary. Chuck promptly commissioned Nate to tell him everything that was happening with Blair. Nate obeyed, of course.

After some hours Nate came back to Chuck telling him that Blair was awake and that she had just spoken with some doctors. She had told them that the last thing she could remember was that she had accidently taken too many sleeping pills and that she had dozen off after that. With that she also resolved that she didn't try to kill herself. She told them that she hadn't done it on purpose. When Nate told Chuck all of this, Chuck had this weird feeling that he already knew most of it.

"But seriously Chuck, how did you know she wasn't dead?" Nate asked him curiously with wide blue eyes.

Chuck gave this question a thought and couldn't explain it himself. He knew that there had been something that had told him to open that casket, but he couldn't really say what it was. He looked back to Nate and raised his shoulders just to let them slump again.

"I just felt that something wasn't right." He answered, not knowing how else to respond to this question.

Later when the entire buzz about the girl who had been dead and who was magically alive again subsided, Chuck got up from the bed and walked towards her room. He had known that Harold and Eleanor would want some time with her, so he had waited, but his patience retreated quickly. He knew that he actually wasn't allowed to leave his bed, but he thought if nobody found out, nobody would care.

When he reached her door he stopped. He was afraid to enter the room and started to pace back and forth in front of it. Something told him that she wouldn't be very glad to see him. He heard voices coming out from her room and his curiosity overtook him. The door was a crack open and he made some steps forward to hear who was speaking.

"Oh my little girl." Eleanor said with a croaky voice. "I thought I lost you forever."

"Nothing happened, mother." He heard another weak voice replying and peeped in to see them.

Eleanor and Blair were hugging each other, while Eleanor's sobbing and crying was the only thing that was heard.

"We were going to bury you." Eleanor said into Blair's shoulder, while Blair was hugging her tightly. "The doctors say it is a miracle. They say you were probably just in a state of apparent death, but they don't know why they didn't notice it. If Charles wouldn't have been there…" She trailed off, her sobs where stopping her from speaking further. "I don't know what would have happened." She finished, when she found her voice again.

"Nothing happened, mother." Blair repeated softly. "I'm okay."

Eleanor placidly removed herself from Blair's embrace after a while. "I am sorry." Eleanor sniffled, straightening herself and clearing her throat. She laughed embarrassed for showing so much vulnerability and emotions. She had never been one to talk about feelings; most people didn't even know she had some.

Blair took her mother's hand and smiled at her. "Mom, it's okay." She repeated. Eleanor smiled back, taking a handkerchief to clean her tears drenched face with her other hand.

"Blair, I know that I sometimes fail to show you that, but I really love you. I hope you know that." Eleanor told her. "I love you, just the way you are."

A little smile appeared on Blair's lips. Her mother had never told her things like that.

"I know and I love you, too." Blair answered with visible tears in her eyes. Again, both women felt the need to hug each other.

"Okay," Eleanor laughed warmly. "I think you need some rest." She told Blair and stood up from the chair.

Chuck backed away from the door when he heard Eleanor's steps walking in his direction. He immediately turned around to leave, but the door opened and Eleanor walked out. He knew that he couldn't just walk away and he was sure that she had seen him already, so he turned around to face her.

She was standing there and looking at him. To his astonishment her facial expression showed nothing else than softness and relief.

"You can see her if you want to." She told him with something that looked like a thankful smile. With a nod Chuck thanked her and went for the doorknob.

Taking a deep breath he entered the room to find the girl that had been the center of his life for quite a time now, sitting on a hospital bed. She still looked breakable and small in that large bed, but healthier nonetheless.

"Hi." He said unsure to the tiny brunette, whose gaze was fixated out of the window. He wanted to walk to her and take her in his arm to be sure that she really was here, that's the only thing he wanted to do. But he compressed his lips, trying to keep himself under control. He didn't want to scare her.

She turned to look at him for a brief second, but her eyes never met his.

"Hi." She said back, no smile, no emotion, she gave nothing away. Her head turned back to look out of the window.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her.

"I was apparently dead the last few days, so I have no idea how I should be feeling." She answered spitefully, laughing with no humor and without looking at him.

It seemed like he was right and she wasn't really glad to see him.

"And how are you doing? I heard you had an accident." She asked with a monotonous tone, but her gaze remained on the same spot.

"I'm fine." He answered her.

"So you're back from Europe?" She asked lowly, it was more of a statement though.

He nodded first, but she wasn't looking at him. "Yes." He finally let out.

Silence overcame them, while she did everything but look at him and he did everything to find something to say.

She sighed.

"Look," She started and looked at him, her eyes finally meeting his. Her hard glance instantly softened when she saw his face. He knew how he looked. Hair disheveled, eyes puffy red, scratches here and there, but he was just glad to hear her speak. As fast as her soft look came it was gone and replaced with a more rigorous look. "I know that it's somehow your merit that I am still here and I probably should thank you -" She continued, but he cut her off.

"You don't have to." He immediately told her.

"Well, good, because I was not going to." She said without breaking his gaze.

The silence was back again.

He ran his hand through his hair a bit at a loss for suitable words, not knowing how to keep the conversation alive.

"I'm sorry." He sighed and searched her eyes again.

"For what exactly?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"For everything I did to you, for every time I hurt you, I am truly sorry, you definitely deserved better treatment. I know I was a jerk." He told her sincerely, he had missed her so much these last days and he understood now that she meant more to him than anything else.

"It's nice to see you perceived your mistakes." It didn't seem to affect her one bit, she seemed totally indifferent towards what he said, showing him nothing else than coldness.

The silence didn't seem to go away. It felt like he was standing hours there without saying a word, when she spoke again. She looked at him.

"Listen Chuck, I told you how I felt about you, twice, and you didn't seem to care. I know that I made a mistake." Her eyes averted from him and she looked down to her hands. He knew that she was talking about Jack, but he had already dealt with all of this when he was in Europe, when he had prepared himself to tell her his true feelings for her. He had already forgiven her for that, because he knew that he had made mistakes, too - plenty to be honest. He opened his mouth to tell her that she didn't need to explain herself, but she was faster. "But I can't change it anymore, like you can't take back your mistakes." She looked at him pointedly, as if she could read his thoughts. "I mean it wasn't fun to get rejected by you so many times and reading that you took off to Europe didn't help either. But I shouldn't have pushed you to say something that you didn't feel or that you didn't want to say. I know better now and I'm sorry, too. I just want to move on from all of this and you should too." She said, her look shifting away, once again.

His eyes widened. She was giving up on him, on them. Did she truly believe that he didn't love her? She wanted to move on? He knew that he had caused her so much pain, but he couldn't just move on like that, he cursed under his breath wishing that he had all the presents here that he had bought for her in Europe.

"Blair." He said and approached her, but she still didn't look at him. He sat down on her bed and she didn't object, which he thought was definitely a good sign. So he grabbed her chin softly and turned her face around so their eyes met.

He was looking at her, at the woman he had loved for quite a time now. The moment she had kissed him, telling him with that soft kiss that she was sure, had changed him forever. The warm feeling that had built up in his stomach had been nothing he had ever experienced before. He had found out later that this feeling was called love, recalling that some butterflies had occupied his midsection and still ruled it when he was near her. He looked into her eyes, which were looking back at him expectantly, urging him to speak, and he realized the concealed and true fear that had stopped him from telling her his true feelings. He had been so afraid that he would disappoint those warm brown doe-eyes as a boyfriend and that she would regret to have ever fallen in love with him in the first place, because he didn't know how to be a boyfriend. So he had decided to push her away, not realizing that he had disappointed and hurt her even more with that. But seeing the brunette, who still looked stunning after everything she had gone through, he knew that he would do anything for her and would move heaven and earth to make sure that no one would ever hurt her again.

He took a long deep breath and his lips curved into a tiny smile.

"I love you." He told her with his whole heart, eyes glistening with tears. After all that had happened the last days, those three little words were the only thing that he was a hundred and more percent sure of. "And I'm so sorry I needed so much time to find the courage to tell you this, I know I was a coward." He admitted, shaking his head, laughing sadly. "I thought I'll never get the chance to tell you this." His voice was quivering slightly while saying those words.

Her eyes were star and her throat was moving, swallowing a big lump to speak, while he was laying his heart on her feet.

"I love you." He said again, smiling at her although one tear escaped his eye. He read from her expression that she definitely wasn't prepared for this. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and looked at him confused. Her brows furrowed and she touched her head.

"Hey, what's wrong? You're okay?" He asked concerned and alarmed, afraid that he had done something wrong and thinking if he should probably call someone. His hand reached out to push the button for a nurse to come, when her small hand grabbed his arm, stopping him. He looked back at her.

"Why does this feel so familiar?" She asked, eyes searching for an answer that he couldn't give her.

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked her, holding the hand which had stopped him from pushing the button.

"Those words….they just feel like something you've already told me and I know that's impossible." She looked at him, a bit unsure about her own words. Then she shook her head, exhaling noisily. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on with me." Her gaze wandered back to him, fully taking his words in. "You know, I really want to believe you, but –" She started sadly, but he cut her off.

"You can believe me. I really mean it, Blair. I love you. I really do." He immediately told her, afraid that she might push him away this time.

"I really do." He repeated, looking at her and waiting for her final answer.

"So you really mean them?" She asked, although he made it clear that he did.

A smile blossomed on his lips.

"Come here." He said and took her in his arms, kissing her lips softly. "I've never meant anything more than those words." He told her, embracing her tightly, kissing the side of her face.

"You're killing me, Bass." She said laughing weakly. Chuck broke off the embrace instantly and this time both frowned, looking at each other with a weird feeling in their guts. It felt like a déjà vu.

"What was that?" Chuck asked Blair, uncertainly.

"I have no idea, but this felt oddly familiar, too." She told him, her expression mirroring his.

They both didn't know what it was, but it felt like something they both have shared a lifetime ago, so they just settled with that explanation.

"I love you." He repeated and he didn't want to stop to say those words.

And she smiled. "You already know that I love you, too." She told him and he smiled back.

Even the higher powers knew that those two were meant to be. It was either both of them or none of them.

No life without death.

No Chuck without Blair.

The End

xoxoxoxo

A/N: That was it. Okay, I really, like seriously hope that it was a good ending and not a letdown, because it took me forever to write :/… Please review this last time