"So, Jenny Humphrey seriously tried to take my place as Queen B? You're kidding right?"

It had been 6 weeks now since the accident. Blair's cast had been removed and she was walking fine now, though she still had a permanent scar above her right eyebrow. Her and Serena were sitting on Blair's bed discussing parts of her life that she had no recollection of.

"Yup" Serena replied. Blair still didn't remember anything. They knew it could take years for her memory to return, if it ever did, but she just felt bad for Chuck's sake. Sure, Blair had been furious with her all over again for leaving without telling her, but they had worked it out. Just like last time. They did leave out the bit about the Sheppard wedding though. It hadn't been the right time, though they knew they would have to tell her eventually. Serena had managed to fill her in all the happenings of junior year, leaving out certain things of course. Not telling her about Chuck was proving to be more difficult everyday.

"So, what did I do to reclaim my throne?" Blair asked.

"Oh Blair. You know, the usual. Sent a tip to Gossip Girl that destroyed her" Serena replied to her.

"Well, what was the tip?" Blair asked curiously. You could tell how much she wanted to know every little detail about her life. She hated not knowing things. They could sense her frustration, for she knew there were pieces missing, and she couldn't figure it out. "Oh just that her "boyfriend" was using her to cover up his being gay. And she had lied about having sex with him." Serena replied smiling. Blair laughed out loud.

"So" Blair began after a moment of silence. "Is that all for junior year? Since I know you told me ALL about the past year and senior year". Blair looked at her suspiciously. She definitely knew there was something they weren't telling her.

"Yup" Serena said once again. Simple answer. Not so easy to show you are lying.

"Alright" Blair said suspiciously. "So I guess I'm all filled in right?"

Serena swallowed hard and forced a smile. "Sure. Unless of course there was something I didn't know about".

"Oh please S" said Blair. "You're my best friend. I know I tell you everything. I'm sure I can rely on you to tell me anything worth remembering, right?"

Serena gulped then. "Yes. Sure, of course you can". She just kept smiling.

"Good, well I've got to go. I'm meeting Chuck." Blair said as she picked up her bag.

"Chuck?" Serena asked in pretend surprise.

"Yea" Blair answered. "He says he wants to show me something. You know, he's been a good friend through this. I mean, he was always good with me, but he seems...different somehow. Did you know he gave up womanizing?"

"A little bird told me yea" Serena said, trying to hold a look of mild concern.

"And doesn't drink nearly as much. Nor does he do drugs. I don't know, it's just...nice seeing him this way. It's too bad about his father though. That must have been hard on him"

Serena just nodded, while inside she was dying to say yes! Yes it was awful for him. He was a terrible mess. He had lost all sense of purpose. And you were the only one who was there him! You saved his life B. You saved him because you love him. And he loves you. For some weird reason, you two belong together. You need each other. But she didn't say that. Instead, she just watched her leave to cause the man she loves more un-necessary pain. If only Blair could remember who the man she truly loves is.

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2:32. She was two minutes late. It seemed pointless for Chuck to be worried, but he couldn't help himself. The last 6 weeks had been absolute torture. It was junior year all over again, only Blair didn't just ignore him, she was also completely clueless to what he was feeling. And she herself didn't feel anything at all. She was back with Nate now anyway, which was probably the third worst possible thing that could happen. Blair dying being first and what has already happened being second. Chuck put his head in his hands and groaned. 6 weeks. 6 weeks since he had held her in his arms and felt her lips move against his. 6 weeks since he had uttered those sacred words to her, and felt the pleasure that never grew old when she said them back. His attempts at making her remember had all been a bust. When he brought her to Victrola, she had just simply repeated her previous words of how she was proud and showed no other interest. He had even brought her on-stage (there were no dancers there of course), nothing. She made a joke about how you would never see her up there again. That attempt had been the most heartbreaking. Even the frequent limo rides he took her on meant nothing to her. He was starting to wonder if he should really just tell her, but he knew that would be selfish of him. Besides, if he did, it's not like things would just go back to the way they were. It probably would never work out, and he would lose her for good. He sighed. There was one thought that was always lurking in the back of his head, one that he didn't often like to entertain, for it always came with the feeling of depression. The thought was, what will happen if her memory never returns? Before he could speculate further on how meaningless his life would be if that were the case, he spotted her walking towards him. Even in her current state she didn't fail to quicken his heart with her mere presence. He was glad to see she was walking. Last time he saw her she had still been in crutches. When she reached the place where he was standing, he couldn't help but notice her scar. That scar would always be a constant reminder of what he had done to her. The familiar feeling of self loathing washed over him, but quickly dissolved when she smiled at him. How can she have that power over me? He couldn't help thinking.

"So Bass" she said with a smirk. "What could possibly be so important that you had to bring me back to Victrola to show me? Or were you just going to try and get me back on that stage again?"

Chuck smirked back at her. "Well, I guess you'll see won't you". He led her inside. They made their way up the staircase that led to the roof.

"Chuck, where are we going?" she asked.

"To the roof. You'll see why" he responded. At that moment, they had reached the top of the staircase and opened the door to the roof. Blair walked out slowly.

"Well, I gotta hand it to you Bass. It is nice up here".

"Yea, it is. So...does this make you think of anything?" Chuck asked hopefully. Going up to rooves always gave him a mix of emotions. There were a range of memories there.

Blair looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, it makes me feel kinda sad being up here. Like something happened that I can't really place. This is all so familiar..."

"Seriously?" Chuck perked up at this. Maybe this of all the places he had taken her could trigger something.

"Well, yea I guess...ugh I don't know Chuck" she walked over and rested her elbows on the railing. Chuck went to stand beside her. "Serena and Nate have been telling me all about the parts of my life I have missed, but I just know there is something they're not telling me. There are links missing in all of the events they told me. They just don't flow properly. I know it's some big thing, I just wish I knew what it was".

Chuck was silent for a moment. "Well, I very much hope you remember what that big thing is".

"Yea, me too. And the rest of my memory for that matter. It's weird knowing all of these things happened, but I have no recollection of them. It's scary too, I mean, they might not be telling me the whole truth. Maybe, none of what they told me is true. Or things happened that they preferred didn't happen, so they didn't tell me because it's easier that way. It's difficult. I hate being in the dark and not having control".

Chuck felt great pity for her then. He had been so concerned about how he was feeling about how she didn't remember that he had never even stopped to think how she was feeling about the whole ordeal. He was kicking himself for not realizing sooner how hard this must be for her. He knew then, she would know exactly what happened, if it was the last thing he ever did. "Hey Blair, I'm really sorry but there's something I've got to do".

She looked up in surprise. "Oh ok sure. I should get going too. Oh and Chuck?" he stopped. "Thanks for bringing me here. And for listening to me. I appreciate it".

A smile spread across his face. "Anytime Blair. Remember, if you ever need me, I'm just a phone call away".

"Thanks" she said.

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"Hey Nate? It's Chuck. I know what we need to do. Meet me at my place at 5:00".