Wow I got a lot of awesome reviews for the first chapter so I decided to continue this story! Everyone has decided that the season finale was a fail but I disagree. How sad and romantic was the ending with Chuck? If season four turns out similar to my story (I doubt it will this chapter is really odd) I will love the writers of GG.

...almost forgot the disclaimer! I own a massive closet of Blair Waldorf style clothes but sadly I do not own Gossip Girl.

Tell me your thoughts on this chapter...it seems kind of random but I've been watching the O.C. and got inspired!

"No getting out of bed, no alcohol, no taking more than two painkillers every six hours, no sex, no..."

"Wait," Chuck cut the doctor off. "What the hell am I going to do for the next month then?"

"No sex or alcohol what in the world will you do?" Blair said dramatically smiling.

"I should keep you here for another week but I understand you have to get back to New York." The doctor scribbled on his clip board. He was constantly writing things down Blair hardly thought he was a qualified doctor but he had been the one to do Chuck's surgery.

"Fine," Chuck snapped. "You can go now." Quickly the doctor scurried off.

Chuck had been in the hospital for almost a month and had already claimed the title of worst patient in history. He was constantly snapping at nurses and it didn't help that Blair was there too. She was always yelling at the imbeciles they called nurses and now they rarely visited Chuck's room. Lily always visited no matter how pissed off Chuck was.

"You know I'm disappointed in you," she had on her concerned parent face. "But I'm not mad."

"I know."

"Next time you will not be gallivanting off in a foreign country alone and drunk without Nathaniel." She said sternly.

"I know." Chuck smirked. It was an odd feeling finally having a parent in his life. A parent that was deeply concerned with his health and well being. It was also nice to have Eric around. He was the complete opposite of Nate and Serena, quiet and smart. Whenever Nate and Serena came to visit they would chatter about meaningless crap just to try and ignore the awkwardness between them. It was quite amusing but also annoying. On the ride back Blair and Chuck locked themselves in the Bass jet's bedroom when Serena and Nate decided to have a screaming match.

Chuck collapsed on the bed and groaned. "God I'm so happy to be out of that hospital."

"Me too, I hate hospitals." Blair said. She was standing by the door.

"Are you going to lie down or are you going to stand like that for another three hours?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well it's probably safer to lie down. If we hit turbulence I'd probably break my ankle." She hopped onto the bed and slipped off her stilettos.

Chuck slipped an arm around her waist trying to test the waters. Blair stiffened but then relaxed; she had a feeling they were going to work this time.

"So what movie will we be watching?" Chuck asked grinning.

"Your pick, nothing scary though." Blair said yawning. She snuggled closer to Chuck. Serena and Nate found the fast asleep later in each other's arms with Roman Holiday playing on the TV.

"It's so good to be back in New York!" Blair exclaimed as they got into the elevator at the Empire.

"You were barely gone for a month," Chuck said smiling. He was having a hard time walking around, even if it was just from the limo to his penthouse.

"I know but it was a stressful month and I missed home." The elevator opened and Chuck shuffled into his home. It was exactly how he left it.

"You sure you're okay?" Blair said starring at him. The pain was getting worse, definitely time to pop more painkillers.

"Just fine."

"You should lie down, go sit on the couch and I'll get something to eat. I hope the maids cleaned up whatever mess Nate left with his bed buddies you lent him." Blair shot him a glare.

"Not lent, gave. He has the numbers for all my ex-call girls now."

"That's good. Come on you need to lie down or you'll pass out." Blair wrapped an arm around his waist and practically dragged him towards the couch. They both froze once they walked into the den area.

"Your security sucks; I gave the bus boy a fifty and got up here no problem. If I was an assassin or psycho ex you'd be dead by now you know." On Chuck's couch Blair had picked out months ago sat a teenage girl lying down with her Chanel bootie clad feet crossed.

"Who..." Chuck started.

"I know what you're thinking, crazy stalker or prostitute your friends hired for you? Well I'm obviously not crazy and have you ever seen a prostitute that dresses this well?" She motioned down at her outfit. It certainly was expensive. One of Eleanor Waldorf's skirts, a Marc Jacobs blouse, and a Chanel coat was tossed on the other couch.

"Again who the hell are you?" Chuck snapped.

"Okay so I think you should like sit down since you look like you're going to pass out and what I'm going to say is not going to help."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not," Blair interrupted. "It was a long flight and you need to rest." He sighed and sat down. It was a relief to get off his feet. He seriously needed more drugs.

"What happened to you?" The girl said curiously. "Really you look like you were just run over by a bus."

"Thanks," Chuck murmured sarcastically. "I was actually shot."

"Seriously? How H-core of you." Chuck actually smiled. He was sick of people (Lily) worrying over him (Lily) like he was dying (Lily.) He had just told this girl he had been shot and she just kept talk like nothing had happened. It was a refreshing change.

"Here, you look pretty bad." Blair handed him his bottle of painkillers she had fished out of her purse. "Will you just tell us who you are?" Blair glared.

"My name is Gisele Holloway and I just recently found out my father was Bart Bass." Blair and Chuck's jaws dropped. "But since he's been worm food for two years I came to find my half brother."

Before Chuck could speak Blair stepped in. "So you want money."

Gisele rolled her eyes. "Obviously not. Look at my shoes; they're worth more than this couch. I was just curious and wanted to see what you were like."

"How come you're just visiting now? You're what, seventeen, and you're just wondering about your family now?" Chuck inspected the girl trying to see if she was lying.

"Sixteen and I just moved to New York a month ago. I used to live in California but my mom got a promotion and her company moved her across the country. She finally decided to tell me about my father when she found out he was dead and I've been researching him and you for a few weeks. I'm hurt you don't believe me." She threw her hands over her heart dramatically and smirked. Blair could see similarities between the teenage girl and Chuck. Same dark hair, intense cheek bones, and evil smirk.

"Well the last family member that showed up happened to steal my hotel so sorry if I have trust issues." Chuck grumbled.

"If it makes you feel better I will take a DNA test but tell you what I will also sign a contract saying that I will never attempt to steal your hotel."

"Great, another smart ass." Blair rolled her eyes.

"Who are you again?" Gisele said innocently.

"She's..." Chuck trailed off. They were still kind of unclear about where their relationship stood.

"A high class call girl?"

"No," Blair snapped. "I'm Blair Waldorf."

"You know Gossip Girl claims you're the perfect couple."

"Wha..."

"I did a lot of research." She grinned.

"Just what New York needed. Another Bass." Blair said smirking.

Gisele laughed and grinned as she strutted to the elevator. "Just remember I'm just as smart and manipulative as you. I'm just ten times crazier."

Props for people who can tell me what O.C. character I had in mind when writting Gisele!