AN: Sorry it took me like forever to update this. Honestly, I just wasn't in the writing mood. The lack of tv DS we're getting hurts the inspiration and I can't write as fast. I really hope you like the speech/rant I made in the middle of the fic. I just poured everything out there lol. Enjoy and Review ;)

Tiffany glared at the new voicemail sign on her phone. She wondered if she should give it a listen before she boarded her flight. She knew it had to be Dan. She came up with a million reasons to not answer it, but finally found a reason to pick it up, deep down she still cared. Not that she loved him romantically anymore she just felt a connection with him. Dan had been there through her parents divorcee and he was the man she loved, even if it was a bad end. She allowed her finger to dial through and her mind became blank. It wasn't Dan. No this time it was another familiar face, Serena van der Woodsen.

"Hey Tiffany, it's me, Serena. I know I'm the last person you probably want to talk to right now, but I need your help. Dan won't talk to anyone. He locked him in the loft and he just sulks. I need you to just talk to him and make things better. If not for me then for his own good. He needs to hear that you still cherish the time you had with him, even if you really don't. Just please help him, I beg you."

Tiffany closed her phone and stared at the departure gate. She could just get on the plane and to hell with them all. Deep down it still hurt that Dan cheated on her, even if her outside was numb. It was just too much to bear all at once. She dragged her bag off the chair and headed in the opposite direction.

You have 5 new messages, the voice from the answering machine shrilled. Dan pressed delete before listening. He knew them were either from his dad or Serena. He knew Tiffany wouldn't call, but he still hoped. He got a call from the publishing firm and they hammered him with questions about his new book, the only problem was he was stuck. He had writing spurts here and there but they just left him thinking of Tiffany and the pain he caused her. He turned to a bottle of scotch and downed it. The numbness wouldn't allow him to get drunk, the pain made him stay sober. He heard the door creak and jumped with shock.

"Serena, just leave. I can't...face you yet."

"Good then, you can talk to me." Tiffany dropped her bag on the sofa.

"What are you doing here?" Dan straightened up.

"You're a mess Dan Humphrey."

"I'm broken."

"I came from the airport."

"You're leaving?"

"Yes, I'm leaving New York, there's nothing left for me here."

"How can you say that! I'm here."

"Physically you're here, emotionally you're somewhere else. I don't want to compete with her, not when there's zero chance of me winning. Nothing can stop Dan and Serena from being together, I don't know why I tried."

"You make me and Serena sound like a...."

"Like a story? That's what you guys are." Tiffany cleared her throat before continuing. "You remember the night we ran through the fountain at school? It was some stupid dare, but that was the night I realized I wanted to be with you for a very long time. I loved every moment we were together, but then I read your story of Serena. That's when all the doubts came. Could I be enough? Could I make you forget? I read that story and felt like you guys were a dream, something that can't be touched or defined, yet so beautiful. When I met her I knew it wasn't over for you two, so I'm giving you an out."

"Tiffany, I really wanted you to be my wife, and I know that I can't justify what I did...."

"No, no you can't. Just go be with her. You're miserable at best without her. Take this as my twisted blessing. Just don't invite me to the wedding." Tiffany laughed.

"Tiff, you're one of a kind. Most girls would be cursing me out and threating to cut my penis off, yet you give a blessing."

"Someone once told me, that sometimes relationships just don't work out, but that doesn't mean that the love is gone completely. Some people drift but what they had was still magic." Tiffany started to tear up.

"Well whoever told you that, well he sounds like someone who really cared for the girl he told it to." Dan hugged her.

"He did, I'm sure he did." Tiffany let go of Dan's hold and walked out the door. He pressed up against the wall as she left. She took in every last breath and made her way down the steps towards he knew life.

"Hello?"

"Hey Serena, it's me, Dan"

"I was starting to think you were going wither up and die on me."

"I just had to get my shit together, you know?"

"Yea, well...."

"Listen, I just spoke to Tiffany."

"And?"

"Well, we cleared the air."

"What exactly does that mean Dan?" Serena was annoyed.

"We're friends, I guess, no romantic feelings."

"Well, now she can move on and forget us...you.."

"She told me you called her. That you were concerned about me."

"I am, but where does all this leave us."

"One step at a time Serena, I just need to rebuild."

"I can't be friends with you Dan, it's either be with me or not."

"Whoa! I want to be with you, I just meant take it slow, like dates and stuff."

"Oh I can do dates. And some stuff."

"Good. Matter of fact, I need help with my writing, just proofreading. Care to help?"

"I'd love to. Meet you at the loft at seven." Serena hung up the phone in anticapation.

AN: Okay, I know what you're thinking, little DS. BUT the whole chapter spoke about them! lol. I just felt I needed to give Tiffany a better exit then her cussing and hitting. She said some great things, right? So you can all love her (EMILY!!! :P) now hehe.