Author's note 1: If there are any errors, I apologize. I'm rushing to post this and I don't have enough battery to edit.

The door slowly opens.

Chuck carefully watches Blair as she enters his dimly lit bedroom. Part of him hopes that she will take a seat on the bed, next to him. They haven't been close, physically or emotionally, in so long that he's almost desperate to have her within his reach. Blair, however, makes the smart decision to stay back. She stands a few feet away from the door, her back pressing against his dresser. She seems tense, as though she's prepared to bolt from the room at a moment's notice.

There's a long period of silence, the two ex-lovers simply stare at each other, neither one of them wanting to break the ice. Chuck is the first to give on, fearing that he will suffocate on his unspoken words if he doesn't take the initiative.

"I thought you never wanted to see me again" he says, sounding rough and defessive. He clears his throat, trying to rid his voice of any emotion.

Blair lowers her gaze for half a second. "I never said that" she replies softly.

"You didn't have to," Chuck tells her. "It was obvious"

Blair doesn't say anything. From the look on her face, Chuck can tell that she's annoyed with his answer but there must be a little truth to his words since she doesn't object his claims.

"What are you even doing here?" He asks.

"I was worried about you." She takes a step towards him. She barely moves from her previous spot but she's starting to relax.

Chuck is careful to not get his hopes up. The two of them had been friends for as long as he could remember. That alone gave her the right to worry about him. It didn't have to be because of any hidden feelings.

"Why?"

"Nate seems to think that you're losing your mind" she holds her head up, her chin pointing out. She's a woman on a mission, determined to get Chuck's problems sorted out so that she may return to her own once-shared but now currently seperate life.

"Nate needs to learn how to keep his damn mouth shut Chuck snaps, unsure who he's actually upset with- his best friend, or his possible soul mate.

Blair rolls her eyes and lets out an exhausted sigh. Chuck smiles a little, finding her annoyance to be slightly endearing.

"Chuck" she says in that warning tone of hers.

"Blair" he mimicks her tone. "I'm not crazy"

"Then why do you suddenly believe that you have this sister that no one has ever heard about before today" she crosses her arms, thinking that she finally has him trapped. "This is all just some stupid ploy to get me back isn't it? God, you've really sunk low if you think this is going to work"

This time it's Chuck who rolls his eyes. "No one asked you to come." He points to the door. "You're free to leave"

Blair blinks, obviously confused. "So you don't want me to stay?" She questions.

Chuck shakes his head. "No, not if you're going to mock me"

"I'm not mo-"

He quicky cuts her off. "Just because you didn't know Savvy, doesn't mean she didn't exist" He clenches his eyes shut and drapes a hand across his forehead. He's no longer trying to convince Blair but rather himself.

Blair detects a hint of desperation in his tone, it removes all doubt from her mind. Something may actually be wrong with Chuck. Perhaps Nate is right, Manhattan's lonely playboy just might be losing his mind. "Chuck" Blair whispers softly, trying to recapture his attention.

"According to your logic," Chuck whispers, still refusing to escape the darkness behind his closed eyelids. "Most of the people in the world don't exist since you've never come in contact with them"

Blair walks over to him, taking a seat near his feet, at the bottom of the bed. "Why haven't you mentioned her before today?" She's no longer accusing him of lying, she's simply curious.

"Because I didn't want to talk about it" Chuck grumbles, his mouth contorting onto a frown.

"And today you suddenly want to"

"No," he says, a little too quickly. "Nate brought it up. I was just answering his question." Chuck sighed. "I wish the two of you would stop blowing this out of proportion"

"Okay" Blair said slowly, carefully planning her next words. "I'll never bring her up again if you just answer me this one question- why isn't she here now?"

Chuck doesn't answer her at first. In fact, a full minute goes by before he speaks. "She's dead"

"What?" As hard as she tries, Blair can't hide the disbelief in her voice.

"She was sick for a long time then, when we were fifteen, she passed away" Chuck says this as though its the most logical thing in the world

"Then why is Nate under the impression that Bart sent her away?"

Chuck blinks, struggling to focus on Blair's face. "Did I tell him that."

She slowly nods. "Yes"

Looking down at his duvet, Chuck softly mutters "oh"

"Chuck" Savannah whispers. She pulls back his blankets and crawls into the bed next to him.

His eyes are closed but young Charles Bass isn't asleep. How could he possibly get any rest when loud moans and soft grunts are escaping his father's room, just down the hall. "What?" He asks his sister, moving over so there's more room for her.

Eventhough Savannah now has half of the bed, she still curls against Chuck's side. "What do you think they're doing?"

Chuck rubs his brows. Almost every night his father brought home different, random women but the same sounds were always produced. The twins has an idea of what happened behind those. Posed doors but it was still just a mystery. "It" he mutters, still too young to know the exact term.

Savannah scowls. "That's disgusting"

He shrugs. "I don't know, Bart seems to enjoy it"

She narrows her eyes, giving her brother a glare thar should seem intimidating yet on her face it looks rather comical. "You mean, you think you would enjoy it"

Chuck shakes his head. "No" he drawls, dragging the word out.

Savannah nods. "Yes, you would do it with that little dark haired girl if she would let you"

"Blair?"

"See!" Savannah exclaims, pointing an accusing finger. "You even know her name"

"Only because she follows Nate around like some kind of stalker" Chuck lies. He doesn't want to let Savvy know that he just might have a crush on Blair. He would never hear the end of it. If she ever found out that he purposely chose the desk next to Blair's or that it isn't an accident when his hand brushes against the petite brunette's backside, Savvy would probably whine, for days, about how Chuck was growing up without her and soon he wouldn't need her anymore. He instinctivly put an arm around Savvy, pulling her closer. He would always need his partner in crime. He didn't think he would able to survive in that miserable penthouse without her.

"Then promise me you'll never do it"

"I promise" chuck mumbles even though this is one promise he knows he won't be able to keep.

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