A/N: Enjoy!

The next morning was anything but cheery. The clouds had rolled in and it was raining outside. Blair hated seeing the rain. It reminded her too much of London. The memory that she had tried to block out with all her might, started coming back and there was nothing she could do about it except sit back and remember.

Blair walked into the Saint Gregory hotel in London. She was so excited to tell Chuck about her job at Vogue. She closed her umbrella. It was raining cats and dogs outside. She opened up her trench coat and walked into the elevator. She looked in the mirror, trying to make herself look better. But she didn't try very hard. She smiled at her appearance. Being with Chuck made her feel invincible. The elevator dinged, alerting her that she had arrived on her floor. She got out and walked to the end of the hall. She could not wipe that smile off her face. This was just a perfect day for her. She couldn't wait to tell Chuck the good news. She arrived at the suite door. She took out her room key and placed in the key hole. She wishes she hadn't. She opened the door, but was not ready for what she heard next. She dropped her bah. What was that noise? She could hear it coming from the bedroom. She swore she could hear a girl shrieking. What was going on? She started walking cautiously toward the bedroom. She opened the door quietly. She couldn't believe what was going on. She saw Chuck and some blonde bitch going at it on the bed. The one she and Chuck made love, had their heart to hearts and the one where she was planning to tell him about her job. Blair stared in horror. Why was he doing this? Her body froze. There was nothing she could do. The blonde bitch looked up. Her eyes widened.

"Isn't that the girl you have a picture of in your wallet?"

Chuck looked up and saw Blair. Tears were coming down her face. How could he do this? He immediately got off the girl and walked over to Blair.

"Blair it's not what it looks like."

Blair glared at him. She didn't need to say anything to him. She reached for her promise ring and threw it in his face. The blonde bitch started gathering her clothes and left in a second. Blair grabbed her suitcases and started filling them up with her stuff. Chuck tried to stop her.

"Please Blair, please let me explain!"

Blair didn't even look at him. She didn't care if he saw the tears coming down her face. He caused them. She packed on suitcase and set it on the ground. She reached for her other one. How could he have done this to her? They had actually loved each other. They spent almost everyday together at Yale, when they weren't in classes. They had already started looking at houses, and Blair had been sure he was going to purpose to her by Christmas. But those had just been lies. She didn't mean anything to him. Never had. Never will. Chuck was still trying to stop her from going, but she had already packed her bags. She was quick when she was angry. She grabbed her suitcases and walked out of the door, leaving Chuck in silence. She cried all the way down to the ground floor. She checked out and hailed a cab. The cab driver put her suitcases in the trunk. He sat in the drivers seat and turned to her.

"Where to, miss?"

"The airport."

He drove her to Heathrow, where she was lucky enough to find a flight leaving to Paris in the next two hours. She sat patiently and waited for her flight to be called. The two hours went by slowly. She couldn't take London anymore. It had been gorgeous the day they had arrived but now she never wanted to come back. Her flight was announced and she grabbed her handbag and carryon. She sat in her first class seat and the plane took off fifteen minutes later. She had never wanted to talk to Roman more than she did right now. The flight took five hours, but she was overjoyed when she landed. She waited in the Charles de Gaulle airport. She didn't like the name. Charles. Chuck. She found her bags immediately. She walked outside and hailed a cab. She stepped in and used her best French. She arrived at the villa her late father and his boyfriend had bought. She smiled and walked toward the door. She knocked. Roman opened. He instantly smiled when he saw Blair.

"Blair!"

He pulled her into a hug. Her suitcases were by the door. She hugged him back. It was glad to know someone was happy to have her. Roman ushered her inside. He even carried her suitcases in for her. He showed her the living room and got her some orange juice. He smiled at her and spoke the best English he could with his French accent.

"Blair, what brings you here?"

Blair sighed and put down her glass.

"Have you ever trusted someone and then they hurt you so much?"

Roman nodded his head.

"Yes, once. A photographer for one of my shoots. Oh, he seemed so nice but I guess he didn't love me."

Roman looked at the ground. Blair spoke softly,

"So what did you do?"

Roman looked up and smiled.

"I just found someone that appreciated me for me."

Blair smiled. The memory of her late father was a touchy subject but she was happy that someone had made her dad happy. Roman spoke.

"Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

Blair sighed.

"I saw Chuck, with a girl."

She explained the whole situation to him. He couldn't believe Chuck had done such a thing. He had only met Chuck once, but had felt that he and Blair were meant to be. Finally, Blair looked at him.

"Why do you think he did it?"

Roman sighed.

"I personally think, that maybe he is afraid."

"Afraid? Chuck Bass afraid?"

Roman gave her a small smile.

"There's a first time for everything."

Blair pondered about that. For seven months she and Roman got to know each other a whole lot better than they ever would have thought. But unfortunately Blair had to go back to New York for the announcement.

Blair snapped back into reality. She looked over at Chuck's sleeping body. She couldn't help but smile. She walked into the bathroom and changed her clothes. When she came out, he was still sleeping. She decided not to bother him. She wrote him a note and placed it on the side table.

Prince Charming,

I'm off to my house. I might go shopping today. You don't have to come if you don't want to.

Love you,

-B

Blair grabbed her coat and purse and walked out of the suite. She took the elevator down to the ground floor. Once outside, she hailed a cab which took her to fifth avenue. She got out when she reached her building. She was glad to be home. She ran inside quickly, before she got wet because of the rain. She took the elevator to the penthouse. Once the doors opened, she ran inside.

"Dorota!"

Dorota came rushing out of the kitchen. She smiled when she saw Blair. Blair ran over to her and gave her a hug.

"Dorota, I'm sorry, I was staying with a friend."

Dorota smiled.

"Don't worry miss Blair. You have fun and don't worry about Dorota."

"I could never stop that."

She gave Dorota another hug before running up to her room. Dorota watched her. What ever is causing her this happiness, I hope it never goes away, she thought. Blair threw open the bedroom door and ran in. Who knew that not being home for a few days could cause you to miss it so much. She plopped down on her bed. The room seemed the same. She smiled. At least one thing wasn't changing. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of her room. Blair smiled at the image. Some things are just not meant t o be changed, she thought. She saved the image and put the phone away. She went to her closet and pulled out a Victoria's Secret Catalogue black blouse. She also got out her Versace red pencil skirt. She looked through her closet to find her Sergio Rossi heels, and found them in no time. She quickly changed into the outfit she had chosen. She looked at herself in the mirror. That confidence was coming back. She smiled at her appearance. She picked up a red Coach headband and placed it on her head. She applied some blush to her cheeks and lip gloss on her lips, with a hint of rosy red. She looked at her appearance once more before grabbing her Prada handbag and walking out of the door. She said goodbye to Dorota and stepped out of the building. Once outside, she hailed a cab that took her to Barney's. When she got there, she pulled out her phone. She called Chuck. He answered right away.

"Why hello Blair. What, too good looking for me to see you in the morning?"

Blair smiled.

"Touché. I was actually wondering if you would like to have brunch with me. Around ten?"

"Of course, anything for a Princess."

"You better remember that."

"How could I forget with a Princess like you."

She giggled.

"Well seeing as though I have an hour until we meet for brunch, I'm going to get some shopping done."

"Like a true Princess should."

"Love you, bye."

"Love you too, good bye."

She hung up and headed inside Barney's. She looked at the dresses. They are good but not as good as an Eleanor original, she thought. She looked around some more before deciding to buy a pair of red stilettos. She looked at her diamond Tiffany's watch. It was a quarter to ten. Maybe I could go pick him up from the Palace, she thought. She decided to do that and she hailed a cab. Once arriving at the Palace, she walked right into the elevator and took it Chuck's floor. She walked to his suite and knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again, a little louder. Again no one answered.

"Bass, are you in there?"

She heard a groan. She spoke again.

"Could you let me in?"

"Yes."

Chuck didn't sound so good. A few seconds later the door knob started to turn. The door opened and there stood a sick looking Chuck. Blair's face became worried. She came into the suite and put the back of her hand on Chuck's forehead. It was burning. She looked at him.

"Back to bed."

"Why?"

"You have a fever that's why."

She marched him to the bed. He got under the sheets. She tucked him in and smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure that you feel better."

He smirked.

"You promise?"

"Yes"

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss but she pulled back.

"Not until you get better."

He rolled his eyes. Fuck you damn fever, he thought.

Meanwhile, Eric was walking through Central Park. Ever since yesterday, he could not get Sharon out of his head. He was about to leave the park, when he saw the red hair. No effing way! he thought.

She was sitting on a bench watching Evan play with some other kids. Eric watched as she smiled at her son. Eric walked over to her.

"Hey."

She looked up at him and smiled.

"Eric! We seem to be running into each other a lot now."

Eric smiled.

"Yeah. Could I join you?"

"Of course."

She took the purse off the seat next to her and Eric sat down. They watched Evan. Eric spoke.

"Wow, that kid of yours is fast."

"Well he learns here and runs all over the apartment."

They laughed. Eric spoke.

"He seems like a good kid."

Sharon smiled.

"He is. Unlike his father."

"You married to him?"

"No, my mother had been right. He was a jerk. I'm glad I found Chris though. He really likes Evan and Evan likes him."

"So how long have you and Chris been married for?"

"About four years. Evan thinks of him as his father."

"Wow, four years? That's longer than some of my mother's marriages."

"It is pretty long. He makes me feel special and wonderful. I don't know what I would do without him."

She smiled at the thought of her husband. She turned to Eric.

"Have you found that special someone yet?"

Eric sighed.

"Not yet. I mean I'm in a relationship right now, but I'm not sure."

"Don't worry, you have the rest of your life to find someone. Or maybe they'll find you."

He smiled at her. She knew how to make him happy. Evan came running over to his mom. He stared at Eric. Why is this guy following us? thought Evan. He looked at his mom.

"Mommy, can we go to the fountain and race boats?"

"Not today, sweetie. Mommy might get wet."

"Might. You said might. Can we go?"

Sharon sighed.

"Sorry Evan but not today. Maybe when it's sunnier."

The rain had gone but now it was just cloudy. Eric saw the sad facial expression on Evan's face. He decided to intervene.

"How about I take you to the fountain, Evan?"

Evan looked at him and smiled. So did Sharon.

"You would do that?"

Eric smiled.

"Yeah. Besides, I'm not afraid to get wet."

Evan looked at his mom.

"Now can I go to the fountain? Please mom?"

Evan held his hands together. For a second, Eric thought he looked like an angel. Sharon spoke.

"Okay."

Evan jumped with glee. He hugged his mom before turning to Eric.

"Come on Derek!"

Eric laughed.

"It's Eric."

"Okay then, come on Eric!"

He followed the boy to the fountain. Sharon watched as they went. Eric is so sweet, she thought. But was he sweet enough?