So I watched the season finale several times because even though the ending is depressing and it makes me want to slap the gg writers I love it...this is just what I think season 4 should look like...read&review!
xoxokat
Ps. Should this be a one-shot or should I write more?
Cindy was walking down the dark menacing alley. It always crept her out but it was a prime spot to pick up customers and she needed money, fast. She stepped in a puddle and splashed something on her bare leg.
"Shit," she murmured leaning over to wipe it off. As she bent down she realized she was standing in a pool of blood. Gasping she hopped back and stumbled. A few feet away from her was a man. He was breathing but just barely so she whipped out her cell phone and called an ambulance.
The man murmured something, and she crawled over to him.
"It's going to be alright." Cindy said quietly, "The ambulance is coming."
"Have to get the ring back," he murmured.
"It'll be okay," she whispered before repeating the location to the emergency operator.
To Chuck the world was a hazy mess. He was barely conscious and there was only one thought on his mind. Those bastards stole my ring. The engraved Tifany's ring he had been constructing in his head for weeks. There was a pain in his side and his head was killing him.
"Sir can you tell me your name?" A faint voice said.
"I'm Chuck Bass," a ghost of a smirk crossed his face before he fell unconscious.
Blair's plane landed in Paris. Serena was bouncing up and down with excitement but Blair didn't feel any emotion. She hadn't for a week.
"Oh Blair! We are going to have such a fun trip!" Serena squealed as the plane slid to a stop.
"First stop hotel, next stop shopping." Blair murmured exhausted. She had given up on being chipper an hour into the flight.
"Oh god my mom already left me a voicemail," Serena rolled her eyes. "She's so protective."
"That's weird I have a bunch of missed calls from like everyone." Blair scrolled down the list. Her mom, dad, Lily, Eric, even he had called her.
"Oh my god," Serena whispered hanging up her phone.
"What?" Blair asked worried.
"Hi mom," Serena said before shooting a look at Blair and shuffling off the plane. Blair was completely shocked. S had just rushed off the plane, she went to stand up but a fat tourist was blocking the aisle.
"Excuse me," Blair growled.
"Just wait one minute," the man muttered reaching for his luggage in the over head compartment. B opened her phone and went to her first voicemail.
"Blair Bear call me back," Her dad.
"Blair once you land call me immediately, it's an emergency," her mother.
"Blair please call," a crying Eric.
"Blair you need to tell Serena to call me. You two need to get a flight to Prague," Lily.
The last voicemail. From him. "Hello Blair is it?" The voice wasn't familiar. "You were number one on Chuck Bass' speed dial. I'll call someone called Nate next since you didn't pick up. He's number two." The voice sounded flustered and there was a lot of background noise. "Anyways Mr. Bass is in Saint Andrews hospital, he is undergoing surgery to remove a bullet to his abdomen and we need someone to fill out his paper work. Do you know if he's allergic to anything? Thank you, good bye."
Blair felt faint, she sat for a second utterly still before jumping up. She hadn't even noticed the plane was practically empty. Dashing into the airport she saw Serena yelling at a girl sitting behind a counter.
"My mother Lily van der Woodsen reserved two seats for the next flight to Prague, it leaves in twenty minutes! What do you mean you can't find the reservation?" Serena screamed at the cowering girl. Blair pushed Serena to the side and threw money on the counter.
"Get us on that flight," she whispered. She glared at the girl the best she could. Her hand was clenched in a fist and her fingernails were digging into her skin to keep her hands from shaking uncontrollably.
"Of course right this way," the girl started to trot off to departures. Blair and Serena practically ran through the airport silently. S only stopped to inform the flight attendant she should ship their luggage to Blair's father's vineyard.
After what seemed like ages they were in another airplane. This time off to Prague.
"Blair, I'm worried about you." Serena said gently. Blair stayed silent. "I'm sure he'll be fine. In two hours he'll be awake and cracking perverted jokes like usual." Blair was still silent. "At least he's close by," Serena offered helpfully. Blair turned her head and stared out the window as the plane started moving. "He won't die B."
"He will and it'll be my fault."
"How could it be your fault?"
"If I had accepted the proposal and forgiven him he would be in Paris with me. Not Prague."
"Proposal?" Serena said shocked. Blair clamped her mouth shut. She hadn't meant to say it, it had just slipped out.
"I don't want to talk anymore." Blair turned her head back and stared out the window as they took off. He couldn't be dead yet. If he had died she would have felt something.
If he died it would be her fault. If he died she would die.
Slamming her purse on the counter Blair glared at the nurse.
"I'm here to see Chuck Bass."
"Are you family?" The nurse attempted to glare back but settled on a slight frown.
"I'm his fiancée," As soon as she said it Serena opened her mouth. Blair quickly stomped on her foot. It would be hours before Lily could get here and Blair needed to know what was happening.
"Wait here and a doctor will come get you when the surgery is finished." Collapsing in a chair Blair closed her eyes. Please hold on Chuck. She squeezed her eyes shut. The last thing she had said to him was as close as she could get to saying I hate you.
"Blair we need to talk about this." Serena whispered.
"I can't alright?" Blair stood up. She had to get away from S. Walking down the horribly lit hall she found a random bench and sat down. When she closed her eyes she could picture him sitting beside her.
"You love me that much Waldorf? Willing to sit in a badly lit foreign hospital on a bench that was last washed when Georgina was still a virgin?" Her imaginary Chuck shot her a smirk.
"Please don't die Chuck," Blair whispered.
"Don't worry I'll be sure to stick around and bug you for the rest of your life." She wished the real Chuck was here so she could climb onto his lap and bury her face in his chest.
"If you do live then what am I going to do? Should I hate you? I know what you did is wrong but I get why you did it. You thought I had abandoned you." Blair sighed. "Oh my god, what if you ask me to marry you? I don't want to say no but I don't want to say yes."
"Since when have we been the play it safe couple? Just go with your instinct. Think about what an awesome married couple we would be, picture our wedding. It would be the event of the decade. Imagine our honeymoon..." Blair actually smiled before realizing she was talking to a wall. Soon someone would notice and she would be sitting in the psycho ward. She stood up and started to walk back to Serena. Never had Blair felt so lost and alone.
She froze when she saw Serena talking to a doctor.
"Blair I was just going to go look for you." Serena looked nervous.
"How is he?" Blair said trying to keep her voice steady.
"His surgery was difficult. The bullet missed his vital organs as far as we can tell but there's a large risk of infection. Luckily he was rushed to hospital almost right after it happened so he should be alright. We will need to keep him here for a while for observation."
"Can I go see him?" Blair whispered.
"He won't be awake but sure. When he wakes up the police will want to question him." The doctor looked at Blair's face. "He's in room 108."
Blair practically ran to the room and sent a glare to Serena. Slowly she stepped in and shut the door behind her. She had never seen Chuck look so broken and lifeless. For the first time since she had listened to the voicemail Blair cried. Not the movie star silent tears, sobbing mascara tears. She crumpled on the floor beside his bed let herself cry.
"Please wake up Chuck," she sniffled. Dragging a chair from the corner of the room she sat as close to him as she could. Blair wanted nothing more than to curl up beside him on the tiny hospital bed but was too scared she would hurt him.
She must have cried for hours, Serena didn't dare come in. Blair probably would have thrown a lamp at her. Nurses would scurry in once in a while to check the charts and machines but they darted out as quickly as possible. Lily, Eric, and Nate all came in for a bit but left Blair alone. Serena must have warned them. As it started to get dark outside Nate came in and stood beside Blair's chair.
"How are you doing?" Blair stayed silent. If she ignored him he would eventually leave her alone. "Serena is really worried about you. She thinks you're having a mental breakdown blaming yourself." Nate paused, "She said something about a proposal." Nate looked at her with pity. She hated pity.
"Nate just leave."
"Blair you have to talk to someone. We don't know when Chuck will wake up and if you just sit here not eating or sleeping..." he broke off to duck his head; the flying vase barely missed him. It hit the wall and shattered.
"JUST SHUT UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT NATE." Blair screamed. Nate dashed out of the room.
"I can see that went well," Serena said as Nate ran out of room 108.
"She threw a vase at my head!"
"Well what did you say to her?"
Nate gulped and looked at his shoes, "I mentioned we didn't know when Chuck would wake up so she should get some sleep."
Serena sighed at Nate's cluelessness. They had stopped fighting to try and brainstorm ways to get Blair to eat and sleep. "The only person who could talk to her right now is in a semi-coma. Nate, what would happen to Blair if Chuck never wakes up?" A tear fell down Serena's face. Even at times like this she still looked like she had just stepped out of a movie.
"Don't say things like that," Nate snapped. He sat on the floor of the hospital hallway and looked sadly at the door across from him where his best friend lay. "He's Chuck Bass, he can survive anything."
Serena sat beside him and took his hand. "You're right. We've been through worse. We'll survive this."
Blair was still wide awake at two in the morning. Her eyes were glued on Chuck and she started to cry when she noticed his eyelids flutter.
"Chuck," she whispered leaning over him. "Please wake up."
"Blair?" She couldn't help it she started to sob. She had convinced herself she would never see Chuck Bass alive again.
"You basstard! Getting yourself shot!" She was crying so hard she was sure he couldn't understand her. "Damn you Chuck Bass!"
"Sorry," he murmured.
"You're probably so drugged up you can't understand me." Blair rubbed her eyes furiously.
"Nah I have a high tolerance, the painkillers probably wore of ages ago. I feel like I was hit by a bus." He rubbed his eyes. "Wait why are you here?"
"You were shot I had to come."
"Don't you hate me?"
"I don't know," she said honestly. Just then Serena walked in with a tray of food.
"Blair you have to eat. You can't starve yourself just..." she trailed off when she noticed Chuck was awake. "Oh my god! You're awake! I have to get everyone!" She dashed out of the room leaving the tray of bad hospital food behind her.
"You haven't eaten since when?" Chuck asked glaring at her.
"I don't know, I guess since New York." Blair shrugged. "I haven't been hungry."
They sat in silence. Blair was staring at the wall completely confused and Chuck was glaring at her. He had finally noticed how much of a mess she was. Her hair was flat and tangled nothing like the usual bouncy locks he was used to. Her eyes were red and her makeup was smudged. Blair also looked worse than him. She was a walking zombie.
"Blair I swear if you don't eat I'll..."
"What? Pin me down and force me that stale muffin down my throat?" She shot him a smirk.
"I'll kick you out of my room and then there won't be any barriers between you and the blonde duo." He smiled when a look of horror crossed her face.
"Fine," She grabbed a muffin. "But I'm not doing it for you; this muffin just looks really good." Blair took a bite and wrinkled her face in disgust. He chuckled to himself. It was good to know that whatever happened Blair would always remain constant.
She went to put it back on the tray. "Finish it," he barked.
A nurse rushed in to ask Chuck dozens of question and Lily fretted over the state of the hospital room ("Is the bed comfortable enough? I should ask a nurse to get you another pillow, why is there a broken vase?") Eric stood quietly in the corner relieved his brother was alive and Serena was half asleep.
Once everyone had cleared out a doctor came in to check up on Chuck.
"You look good Mr. Bass, a police officer is here to talk to you."
"Send him in."
The police officer was a pudgy balding man with sausage fingers. He flipped open a notebook and grabbed a pen. When he looked up he noticed Blair sitting in her chair.
"Excuse me Miss could you give us a minute?"
"I'm staying," She said coldly glaring at the officer waiting for him to defy her.
"Blair I think you should..." Chuck was cut off by a threatening glare.
"So Mr. Bass where are you from?"
"New York."
"Why are you in Prague?"
Chuck paused slightly and glanced at Blair. "Vacation."
"Can you give me an idea of what happened to you?"
Blair sat up in her chair staring at Chuck.
"I was in an alley and two men came up to me. One held my arms and the other started talking in another language then searched my pockets. He..." Chuck looked at Blair, "found a ring in my pocket. I told him I would give him cash if he let me keep the ring but neither of them spoke English. I tried to grab me and one of the bastards shot me."
Blair was speechless. He got shot trying to save her ring. Her ring? She shook her head, she hadn't accepted the proposal. Hell he had barely asked. It wasn't her ring it was just a ring.
"Alright thanks for your time. I'll come by if I need anything else." The police officer pocketed his notebook.
"If you find the ring call me," Chuck said. The officer nodded before leaving.
"Chuck?" Blair said quietly.
"What Blair."
"You're an idiot." Chuck smiled.
"I'm sorry I lost your ring."
"Technically it isn't my ring. You never finished asking."
Silence. What were they? Blair's head was spinning. She could picture him alone in a dark alley being shot. She still loved him but how could she forgive him? What would happen if he asked her again? Then she remembered her imaginary Chuck. Just go for it. Picture our wedding. She could picture the wedding. In a classic cathedral with him in a tux and a lavender bow tie. She would be wearing a ball gown and carrying peonies. It would be the happiest day of her life.
"Yes," Blair whispered.
"What?" Chuck looked at her confused.
"Oh nothing, do you need anything?" She smiled. Blair knew where she stood for once. They were Chuck and Blair. They were inevitable.