Title: Love Story

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic, Gossip Girl or any of its characters.

A/N Ok, I am so sorry about the long delay in my update! But in my defense I have been extremely preoccupied by the Winter Olympics. Being here in Vancouver and a diehard Canadian hockey fan, and Sidney Crosby lover, haha, I've been obsessed with them. But I promise to update more often!! And for those who haven't already seen the pictures, I've put together a small album of character pictures for this story. The link is on my profile. Thank you for the awesome reviews! I've made this chapter a little bit longer due to the request by moon351. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

"Excuse me?" Chuck questioned, his vision blurred from the alcohol.

"Don't do it," Blair repeated, holding his hand tighter in the process. Chuck looked back down at the violent waves and whipped his head back towards Blair. It took a second for his eyes to focus. His face became soft and vulnerable for a split second before transforming into his usual hard, fearsome demeanor. He wrenched his hand out of her grasp roughly and gave her a deadly look.

"Don't touch me, you lowly girl," Chuck snapped. Blair stumbled back, shocked for a moment at his outburst.

"Please, just give me your hand," she whispered.

"Why? So you can save me from my wonderful life?" Chuck laughed humourlessly. "I'm Chuck Bass!" He yelled out into the open, staring at the horizon. "No one cares," he sadly whispered, so quietly that Blair barely heard it.

"I do," Blair retorted firmly, stalking back towards him. Chuck looked back and eyed her carefully, surprised by her fortitude. "I'll always be here," Blair whispered. "Don't jump. I couldn't bare it. So please…whatever you want to do to yourself…please don't do that to me. I'm involved now. You jump. I jump."

Chuck stared at her for a long moment. No one had ever said anything like that to him – ever. Chuck looked into her eyes and they somehow suddenly seemed to fill his universe.

"Don't presume to tell me what I should or should not do. You don't know me," Chuck informed her, keeping his face composed and hard.

"You're Chuck Bass," Blair sighed with a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She reached her hand towards him, waiting. Chuck looked at her hand, contemplating on whether or not to hold on. "Please," she whispered. Slowly, Chuck touched her hand and held on. Her hand was small; however, warm and strong. Overcome by vertigo, he stumbled off the rail and fell down against her body in an embrace, knocking her onto her back.

"I was trying to rid you, dear old father, of your unbearable mistake of a son. This girl came and ruined my plans," Chuck whispered in his intoxicated state, pinning Blair underneath him. Blair was astounded by the overwhelming sadness that radiated from him, she felt horribly disheartened.

"I – " The approaching footsteps cut Blair off, sending her into a frenzy. She was currently in a very compromising position with Chuck, and no one would take lightly of the situation. "I have to go," Blair whispered, quickly pushing Chuck off her with great difficulty.

"Stop," Chuck called as he watched the girl run off, disappearing from his view. "Stop…" he trailed off, blinking with difficultly. His heavy eyelids flickered shut, he couldn't remember anything, but that heart-shaped face, innocent eyes, and luscious lips he could kiss.

"Charles!" Chuck could hear someone calling his name, but for the life of him, he could not open his eyes. Was he dead? Was that girl last night an angel who had come to take him away? "Charles, darling, open your eyes and look at me!" The voice grew louder, as drums beating violently. Chuck clenched his head in agonizing pain; he felt as though his head was about to explode.

"Don't scream in his ear," another voice ordered, equally as loud as the prior.

"Hush, he's my fiancé, and I can do as I please." Chuck tightened his eyes, could these people not argue elsewhere.

"He's my best friend, so – "

"Quiet!" Chuck exploded, finally opening his bloodshot eyes. Nate and Serena stared back at him with their mouths literally hanging open in shock. The three of them were situated in the Chuck's Empire style suite. He could see the calm waves and rising sun beyond the private deck. The water seemed still and peaceful, contrary to the violent waves, and searing wind he vaguely remembered from the night before. What had happened to him?

"Charles!" Serena pouted rushing over to kiss him full on the mouth. Chuck clenched his fists and quickly brushed her away after the kiss, she was so indecent at times. Rubbing the ruby lipstick off his face, he glared at her in anger.

"Let him breathe, for heaven's sake," Nate cursed. Chuck smirked slightly; Nate could not stand Serena anymore than Chuck could. "What happened to you last night, mate? Last I saw you at the party, and then you disappeared. A guard found you out on the deck, he thought you were dead."

"I was fine," Chuck whispered, "that girl – " Chuck stopped, suddenly remembering glimpses of a mysterious girl from previous night. What had happened? The more Chuck tried to remember, the more his head throbbed. Had he actually seen that girl, or was it just a dream and too much alcohol?

"Girl?" Serena nearly shrieked in jealousy, Nate merely grinning.

"No, just a dream!" Chuck spat in frustration. "Serena…um love…being your fiancé and soon-to-be husband, I insist you leave and room and give Nate and me a moment – alone." Chuck forced a half smile, trying to be as sweet a man like him could be to a woman like her. Serena blinked at him in confusion for his change in voice and ordering her leave. "Now!" Chuck repeated forcefully causing Serena to jump up off the silk sheets of the bed and fix the creases in her dress.

"Anything for you – love," Serena blushed and fluttered her eyelashes before exiting the room, dramatically swaying her hips for Chuck.

"How do you put up with her?" Nate laughed as soon as Serena left the room.

"With great difficulty," Chuck sighed. "Nathaniel, does my father know of the events from last night?" Nate took a long pause and finally nodded his head in regret.

"I'm sorry, mate. But the guard came and informed your father first. Like I said, he thought you were dead. Mr. Bass was not happy, so I quickly calmed him down and came to see you. When it was clear that you were indeed alive, Mr. Bass was furious, but don't worry, I'm sure he has calmed down now."

"Of course he would be furious that I'm still alive," Chuck stated with blank eyes.

"That's not what I meant. But he'll be ok. What I'm interested in is that mystery lady of yours," Nate smirked, changing the mood in the room.

"First of all, she's not my mystery lady. I don't even know if she's real or just a dream. I can barely remember last night."

"Well you know what this means," Nate nudged Chuck in the shoulder. Chuck looked him curiously, narrowing his eyes. "We shall call upon every woman on this ship to find your true love." Leave it to Nate to be overly dramatic and completely ridiculous. Chuck merely laughed and headed to his vanity.

It was Saturday, April 13, 1912. Chuck walked into the sunlight, dressed impeccably in his charcoal, grey suit and pink bowtie. Inhaling deeply, he admired the feel of the heat on his skin, as if he had not felt the sun in years.

Nate's words had run through his head repeatedly since the morning. Even though the idea sounded ridiculous and unlikely, Chuck felt a certain desire to go and find that girl who consumed his every thought. He thought back to the time he had seen her on the lower deck, meaning she was obviously third or second class, seeing as that no first class girl would even dream of stepping down there. Before he could stop himself, he unlatched the gate to go down to third class as the steerage men on the deck stopped what they were doing to look at him. The social center of the steerage life was stark by comparison to the opulence of first class, but was a loud, boisterous place. There were mothers with babies, kids running between the benches, yelling several different languages, and being scolded in several more. There were old women yelling, men playing chess, girls doing needlepoint and reading dome novels.

Chuck took a deep breath and made his way through the crowd, avoiding all possible contact with the passengers as they stopped dead in their tracks to gawk at him. He felt uncomfortable being the center of attention, noticing everyone whisper and stare.

"Beautiful, mon bella."

Chuck heard a man praising a woman and instinctly turned his head to see a poorly dressed man, with a cheerful smile, sketching a woman. An extremely familiar looking woman. The mystery woman.

"You, girl!" Chuck yelled stupidly. Heck! He did not even know her name. "Miss, with the dress and long hair. You, from the deck!" Chuck mentally cursed himself for sounding like a bumbling idiot.

Meanwhile, Blair, completely oblivious of Chuck's presence, chuckled and rolled her eyes playfully at Dan's sweet compliments. Chuck felt his blood boil. He immediately disliked this figure who was ogling blatantly as his mystery woman. Wait! His? Chuck had seen her twice, and did not even know her name. And she was a lowly third class passenger. He felt repulsed at his own strange thoughts regarding this woman who was driving him insane.

"Hello?" Chuck stated approaching Blair. Blair immediately looked up in shock.

"Chuck, what are doing here?" Blair questioned before she could stop herself.

"I – wait how do you know my name?" Chuck inquired, puzzled by her knowledge.

"You told me," Blair explained annoyed at his question, "last night."

"Last night?" Chuck nearly shouted. "Why was I with you last night? How? I don't remember!"

"I stopped you," Blair explained, hand on hip, "from your sudden desire to take a midnight swim – in the Atlantic." Chuck blushed furiously and pursed his lips in frustration.

"You're lying."

"Lying? Me?" Blair shouted in anger, not caring if he was a first class gentleman. "I expected at least a Thank You, but here you are, accusing me of being a liar?"

"Yes," Chuck responded angrily. "Who are you?"

"Your saviour!" Blair shouted. "You unappreciative – suicide case!"

"I was not committing suicide," Chuck stated as if were the obvious thing in the world. "I was simply...enjoying the fresh air."

"Please," Blair spat. "Go humor elsewhere." Swiftly she gathered her belongings, and mumbled a sorry to Dan, before huffing and turning her back on Chuck, marching away confidently.

Chuck stood still, stunned once again by her presence and attitude. She was definitely unlike any other woman he had ever met. This both intrigued and frustrated him. He disliked her, yet something about her amused him. And still he did not even know her name.

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