Author's Note: I'm not used to writing in present tense but I wanted to try something new, I hope it doesn't sound awkward.

Chuck locks himself inside of his room with a bottle of Scotch and a box full of his deceased father's secrets. He searches through old documents, that may have been important at some point in time, not really reading them but rather looking for anything that seemed to be out of place.

During his quest, he knocks back shot after shot of liquor, slowly developing a slight buzz. After an hour of going through Bart's belongings countless time, he gives up. The picture he desperately wanted to find just wasn't there. He throws the box across the room then leans back on the bed and closes his eyes. Chuck tries his best to remember the first time he ever saw her.

In his earliest memory, she's singing.

Chuck isn't sure of his age but since he vaguely remembers whining about going to the park after lunch, he supposes that he couldn't be no more than eight years old. He was inside of his father's home office, sitting in the leather chair that he was never supposed to touch, while his small ineffectual hands fumbled with important documents that adorned his father's red oak desk. If Bart were to walk in on his young son, he probably wouldn't hesitant to give Charles a few good slaps for breaking at least five of his many rules. Luckily for the boy, Bart will be at work for the next eight hours.

For a great percentage of his young life, Chuck has been left in the care of various nannies. His current one is fresh out of college and has little experience with children. However, her cute face and firm ass more than makes up for what she lacks. Susan, Sarah, or whatever her name was always too busy, getting fucked by Chuck's Uncle Jack, to even notice the little boy or even take the time to make sure he actually knew her name.

He was often alone except for Savannah but on that day it was possible that she didn't count. It isn't as though he actually wanted her there.

Usually Savvy is fun to play with but today she won't shut up. She's singing a Garth Brook's song titled "Friends in Low Places." Her voice is off key and she knows less than half of the words. To Chuck's delicate ears, this is the equivalent of nails being dragged against a chalkboard.

Chuck knows that if he tells his sister to quiet down, she'll just sing louder so he just nods his head along to the beat and pretends as though it doesn't bother him. At least that was what he was attempting to do up until the part where she sung about not belonging.

His annoyance finally got the best of him and Chuck snaps. He isn't sure if its because he has never found a place where he belonged (and although he's young, he is almost certain that such a place doesn't exist) or if its because those words, coming out of Savannah's mouth, sound like a lie. All her life, she has been the shining star of the Bass family, there isn't a place on earth that she can't fit in.

"Shut up" Chuck demands. He is surprised by how much impatience he has managed to fit inside two small words.

Savannah looks up from her position on the floor, just beneath her brother's feet. She raises a brow, her face full of irratation. "Why?"

Chuck sighs, struggling to come up with a reply. "Because I said so" he pauses before adding. "And I'm Chuck bass"

Savannah lets out a snort before rolling her eyes "yeah, well I'm Savvy Bass and I don't have to do what you say"

Chuck turns away and scowls. She has always been able to do that- make him feel inferior and unimportant, just as she has always been able to make him feel the complete opposite. He waits for the singing to continue, however it never does. When he looks back down, Savannah is gone and in her place is an open drawer. He peers inside, seeing nothing interesting. Just a faded, worn-out envelope with the edge of an old photograph peeking out. He reaches inside and takes it out. Upon closer inspection, Chuck discovers that it was not one but two pictures.

The first is of Savannah. Although the picture is crinkled with age, it had to have been taken recently, she still looks the same. Large brown eyes peek out from under her bangs, her auburn hair is a disarray of messy curls and she could break even the coldest heart with that missing tooth smile and deep dimples.

Chuck stares longingly at the picture, not the least bit surprised that Bart had it tucked away. His father often wanted Savannah all to himself, hidden from Chuck and the rest of the world. It was almost as though he were afraid that she would be taken from him so he had to keep her close at all times.

Out of jealousy, Chuck goes on to the next picture. He would be able to recognize that familiar brunette anywhere, she was his mother. He had never met her, she died the day he was born, but that didn't mean Chuck didn't love her.

"She was beautiful" Savannah whispers, appearing out of thin air.

Chuck doesn't turn towards her, preferring to stare at the woman who had given him life. He desperately tries to make a connection. He had lived inside of her for nine months, she probably spoke to him and once he had known what it was like to hear her heart beat. But then he had to go and ruin her, his life began once his mother's came to an end.

"I will never understand why he keeps her pictures lying around the house." Chuck says with a small smile tugging at his lips "Does he enjoy being reminded of his pain?"

"Of course you wouldn't get it" Savannah tells him. "You're a boy"

The way she states his gender, makes it sound as though it's an insult. "What is that supposed to mean?" Chuck growls.

"Nothing really, you just don't know a thing about romance or hopeless lovers"

"And you do?" Chuck questions. He doubts that Savannah knows any more than he does.

She doesnt answer him, instead changes the subject by saying, "You look like her"

Chuck shakes his head. "No" he mumbles, so ashamed of himself that he couldn't accept this truth. "You do"

Savannah sighs. "Same thing"

Chuck ignores her. He leans back in his father's chair, closes his eyes and tries to sort out his thoughts. If Savvy was his twin, why was he the only one responsibe for his mother's death?

When Chuck finally emerges from his lair, its late afternoon and Nate is sitting on the couch.

Manhattan's resident golden boy isn't wearing his usual attire of perfectly tailored business suits. Instead, he resembles his old sloppy self, lounging around the house in old, faded jeans and a wrinkled, slightly stained t-shirt. In his hand is a game controller but there isn't anything playing on the screen. He must have heard Chuck walking around and turned it off.

"No work today, Nathaniel?" Chuck questions as he struts towards the kitchen. He listens for his friend's reply as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

"I decided to give myself the day off" Nate calls out.

Chuck nods even though Nate can't see him. He pours milk and sugar into his cup, sweetening the bitter brew until it was perfection. When he re-enters the living room, Nate is staring at him expectantly.

Chuck raises a brow. "What?" He asks. He takes a sip of his coffee. "Am I supposed to congratulate you for being lazy?"

Nate shakes his head. "No." A small smirk appears on his face. "New girl?" He questions.

Chuck's face scrunches into a look of confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asks, taking a seat in his favorite arm chair.

"Savannah?" Nate said slowly. "I heard you mumbling her name all morning. I'm glad you're finally over Blair, I was starting to get worried"

Chuck looks down and raises a hand to his head, rubbing the wrinkles out of his forehead. "Oh"

"So who is she?" Nate leans forward, like a girl trying to hear the latest gossip. All he needed to do to complete the look was rest his head on his hands.

Chuck rolls his eyes. "It's not like that Nathaniel." Exhaustion can be heard in his voice.

"Usually when someone talks about a girl in their sleep it means they have feelings for her" Nate drawls, sounding a bit condescending.

Chuck knows that he should just keep his mouth shut but he just wants this topic to be dead and buried so he says the one thing that he knows will shut Nate up. "She was my sister"

Nate is silent for a few minutes. He blinks then chuckles. "Nice try"

Chuck shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee.

Nate continues on. "We've known each other our whole lives. I would know if you had a sister, which you don't"

"I had one" Chuck corrects. "You just never met her because Bart sent her away"

By the way Nate is staring at him, Chuck knows that his friend doesn't believe a word he's saying. He quickly stands up and walks back to his room. As he's closing the door, he swears that he can hear Nate making a phone call. He doesnt question who's on the recieving end, there's only one person who really matters and she should be appearing soon.

He takes a quick shower, changing out of his silk pajamas. As the hot stream of water pours down on his lean, not-quite-muscular body, Chuck remains attentive, listening for anything out of the ordinary. He doesn't hear much, just the elevator bell chiming and what sounds like Nate, leaving the penthouse.

Twenty minutes later Chuck steps out of his bathroom. At the same time, a young woman emerges from his closet. She's much older than he remembers, at least three inches taller than him, and her hair is not only straightened but also dyed a bright red at the tips. She would look out of place at even the most casual upper east side function.

"Savvy?" Chuck questions, making sure that it's really her.

She gives him a small, tight-lipped smile. Its obvious that she doesn't smile often. Chuck momentarily wonders what happened to the happy playmate he grew up with.

"That would be me" she whispers, walking over to the bed and lying down. She stretches out her limbs, making herself comfortable. She's wearing a light purple tanktop and tight jeans that hug her thin hips. She may be his sister, but Chuck still finds her attractive.

Small beads of water roll down his chest. For the first time, he's painfully aware of how under dressed he is. He reaches down and tightly clenches his towel in his hand. "I'm going to get dressed" Chuck tells her. "Cover your eyes and don't peek"

Savannah smirks. "Used to be that I was the one telling you that"

Chuck rolls his eyes. "Just do it!"

Savannah lets out an exasperated sigh but she puts a hand over her eyes anyway. "Hurry up" she demands.

Chuck hurries over to his dresser. He grabs the first pair of boxers he sees and puts them on. He then looks over his shoulder to check on the girl. As he suspected, she was looking straight at him.

He should have been embarrassed. However, as taboo as it was, he's more than just a little flattered. "I knew you couldn't resist" he jokes.

Savannah shrugs. "You're different" she mutters.

"How?"

"I don't know" she stares at him from under her long lashes. "But I like it"

Chuck walks over to her, his knees dropping onto the mattress. He crawls up to where her head is resting on a feather pillow. For a few seconds, he hovers over her then slowly he leans down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I missed you" he whispers.

Savannah traces his lips with her hand. "Who is she?" She asks randomly.

Chuck moves away to lie beside her. "Who is who?"

"The girl who stole your heart away from me"

Chuck considers lying but quickly decides against it. When it comes to Savannah, the truth automatically spills out of his mouth. "Her name is Blair"

"Is she pretty?"

Chuck nods. "She's beautiful. And smart," he pauses. "Also very cunning and manipulative"

Savannah pouts. "I didn't ask for a full description"

Chuck quicky turns to her. "I'm sorry." He grabs her hand. "Please don't go away again." He whispers, its quite a feat but he manages to sound nonchalant.

"It doesn't matter if I want to go or not," Savannah says. "Its your decision, it always has been"

"But-" Chuck begins to protest. He wants to tell her that if it was her decision, she would still be around. He never wanted her to leave, or at least he doesn't remember wanting to. However, before he can say more than one word, her hand is covering his mouth.

"Shush" she whispers. "We don't have much time"

There's a knock on his door. Chuck sits up, trying to remember if he heard the elevator. "Who is it?" He asked.

After a long moment of silence, he hears a familiar voice mutter, "Blair"

"What do you want?" He questions, his word are harsher than he intended them to be.

"Your stupid girlfriend demanded that I come over here and knock some sense into you"

Chuck scrunches up his brows. "I don't have a girlfriend"

Blair sighed from behind the door. "I was talking about Nate"

"Oh"

"I'm coming in"

The door knob begins to jiggle. "Wait!" Chuck calls out. He turns to Savvy but she's no longer there. "Nevermind"