Gossip Girl

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JULIET, JULIET WHERE FOR ART THOU?

Juliet Sharp returned in a blaze of glory, although now it looks as if the flame has faltered and blown out since we haven't seen her since she left to start digging up the dirt on G at her Christian Camp – but we wouldn't relax just yet G, S was just spotted at the Waldorf-Astoria and we think it was a war-meeting. Our proof Upper East Siders? We haven't seen the minions milling about together since the Constance days, and from the looks on their faces we'd say war is on the way,

Xoxo Gossip Girl

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"And now you're trying to provoke her?" Nate raised an eyebrow in confusion – he couldn't decide whether Serena was trying to goad Georgina into revealing what she had so they could do damage control for definite or if she actually thought this might make Georgina back down. Georgina Sparks was many things but she wasn't a coward, and if her pride was being challenged like this he doubted whether she would respond too warmly toward it.

"Not provoke," Serena said, strolling out of her bedroom having changed into a pale-pink jumpsuit, from her more casual jeans and shirt-combo she'd been modelling before, she scanned herself in the mirror before running her fingers through her hair, hoping it might liven her blonde locks, "just…tempt into the open…and if having the Minions watching her every move helps do that then…I don't think it's a bad thing."

"How are you planning to take her down by the way – once she's revealed what she knows I mean?" Nate quizzed as he interlocked his hand with hers and pulled our out of her bedroom, towards the elevator, he looked toward but her crystal clear eyes had locked down – she wasn't going to reveal anything there.

She pressed the button, "You read Gossip Girl, Juliet is going to that Camp Blair sent her to…she'll find something out and then Georgina will go crashing down in flames."

"What if there isn't anything to find?" Nate pressed as they stepped inside the elevator.

Serena shook her head as though it wasn't possible there couldn't be anything, "It's Georgina." She gave him a look as though he shouldn't have even had to ask.

"Yeah, it's Georgina," he fixed her with a more questioning look, "did you ever consider that she might have covered her tracks pretty well, I mean she's disappeared of our radar for like six months at a time and we've never known where she is or anything about what happened: none of it followed her back here."

"We weren't looking then," Serena reminded as they stemmed out of the lift, moving swiftly through the lobby and ducking into the waiting limo as it tore away into the New York night, "Nate look…I'm touched that you care about me enough to not want me to do this but I have to…for Eric's sake."

"Yeah what about Eric?" he asked rhetorically, taking his hand away from hers, "Did you ever consider your little vendetta might be doing more harm than good Serena? You're making Georgina scared which makes her mad which makes her…unstable – what's stopping her going to a Police Station and telling them about Eric and Damien Serena?" he paused to allow that fact to sink in, "Nothing Serena, you're bluffing and I'm not sure your prepared to except the consequences."

Serena paused a few moments; taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Well at least I am doing something Nate, because as far as I can see you haven't done anything to help me – to help Eric or Chuck so far, have you even been to see him in prison?" Serena knew she'd hit Nate where it hurt when he didn't reply and just continued looking out of the tinted windows, casting his gaze skyward toward the towering skyscrapers as they moved further into Manhattan, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"-it's fine," Nate replied deferentially, "let's just get this stupid gala over and then we can talk."

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"Do you mind?" Georgina asked, stirring her third Martini before downing the rest of it, she felt like she'd been cast as the Dictator with plotters all around, just waiting to pounce upon her at any moment – conspiracies twirling around her like an intricate spider web: except of course she had no followers to begin with, she was in hostile territory, not that the cream dress, shimmering metallic-silver jacket and hair-band were exactly intimidating.

"Not really, we're keeping tabs on you," Penelope Shafai cackled with her two more Junior minions, she was quite enjoying act as Blair's lieutenant on the ground, especially since that gave her dominion over her other Minions, though she wasn't enjoying being underneath Juliet's thumb, but since she'd left she'd moved silently into pole position, "whatever you think you know about Eric, whatever you want to do to Blair or to Chuck or to any of us Georgina you know you can't really do anything – you're the outsider here and we protect our own."

Georgina shrieked with malevolent laughter at this point, "Circling the wagons, cute, you know with the whole headband thing you're really quite sweet Penelope," the confident disposition of Penelope evaporated in an instant, something about Georgina's tone implied danger, like the warning colourings of a Hornet, warding Penelope off though she didn't dare move now that she'd made her move, "almost as sweet as the bill for your nose job and for your monthly liposuction sessions," Penelope's eyes visibly bulged, "so why don't you run along and try not to damage your nose, I hear they're extra sensitive in the first six months?" She turned back and watched the three girls scurry away, ordering a fourth Martini, her eyes flickered to her right and she felt a stab of peril jab into her stomach, she didn't dare sip at her drink as it arrived in case she spat it out.

"Nicely done," Juliet praised, she lifted the ornate Venetian mask – impersonation was becoming one of her greatest assets, in fact she'd waltzed across the Dancefloor with three different man just in case Georgina was watching, somehow she'd travelled under the radar of even the almighty, omnipresent Gossip Girl, "the whole plastic surgery bluff," Georgina raised an eyebrow momentarily intrigued before fright grabbed at her heart again – Juliet had seen right through her smokescreen, "well played. Just a shame I'm not bluffing," she produced an envelope on the Bar, "go on, open it."

Georgina opened it and briefly scanned the contents, "So you found him?"

"It was difficult," she said turning around on her stool to face the vast Gala behind them, "but then I had to go to your little Summer Camp to throw you off my track, travelling to Europe incognito isn't exactly easy, but it was all there to find Georgina, raunchy sex parties, gambling debts spiralling into the hundreds of thousands and of course there was the little case of planting drugs on someone and having them arrested."

"What are you going to do?" she quizzed, although she was almost sure she already knew.

Juliet offered her pearly white smile, "You're going to forget whatever you thought you knew about Eric Van Der Woodsen, you're going to leave this City and any claim you thought you had to the throne and you're never going to come back, do you understand?"

Georgina nodded, Juliet's smile broadened as she reached across and grabbed the Martini, sipped at it and then threw it over Georgina who screamed but rather than jumping into a catfight sprang up and slipped away from the Bar, down the staircase and skirted around the edge of the Dancefloor until she reached the other side of the ornate Ballroom, slipped up the stairs and out onto the street. She raised her hand to hail a Cab but found it dropped to her side and she turned, looking into the fiery eyes of a large, brawny, strongman.

"Oh hello." She greeted innocently and then turned and ran to her right, only to be stopped by another, near identical brute.

"Vladimir sends his regards," they said, sliding open the door of a black, tinted-windowed limousine and offering with their hands for her to get in, not they had a choice, their thick Russian accents laced with threat, Georgina ducked inside reluctantly, "he has missed you so very much Tatiana…or should we say Georgina?"

She looked them into the eyes, she allowed her imposed fear to subside, after all she really had nothing to fear, "I'm so glad that you came when you did, unfortunately a little late for me to avoid getting drink sprayed over me – do you have my son?"

There was a cry from the front seat and Georgina smiled with triumph, "And my husband?"

"The papers were left at your Apartment; all he need do is sign them."

Georgina nodded approvingly, her little gambit had worked, now all she had to do was see if Gossip Girl would take the bait and she could slip away into the night for a little while, she had known that Juliet girl was good but she hadn't uncovered anything that you couldn't find out with a magnifying glass and a hacker at your side. She was as good as free, to meddle as she saw fit. Although New York wasn't her priority, that lay halfway around the world from her. The best way to ensure that she remained on top was to leave dramatically, and what was more dramatic than being kidnapped by the Russian mafia?

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We're fairly sure G, had her baby shower a long time ago, but looks as if she got a different kind of shower – a Martini one to be exact – from Juliet, a damsel in disguise at the Charity Gala for Endangered Emus. But when handed her marching orders G met with the Mafia – and as the brutes bundled her into the back of an unmarked car we're left wondering whether this is fact or fiction. We don't like to be a conduit for the crazed so we advise caution when considering G's kidnapping. And as for S & N looks as if there's a storm on the horizon, and we think it's about to make landfall.

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Somehow she had known that the talking couldn't and wouldn't wait for them…they would have to confront this bridge between them now, and cross it – if that were possible, and get over the issue between them. She shouldn't have raised Nate's distance from Chuck, and Eric, and her but she had to – they were a couple, weren't they meant to spend time together, to understand one another, to be on the same wavelength? Lately she felt like it was the start of College all over again and she was being shut out from Nate's life. Hadn't she made amends already?

"You're doing a lot of thinking," he murmured sipping at his Scotch, she put her Martini glass back on the bar, she'd been fiddling with it for long enough avoiding his gaze, "do we…I mean are we…do I still have a shot with you? Because back there in the car it looked as if you'd already made up your mind Serena. I know I haven't talked to you as much-"

"-as much?" She interjected, "Nate I've hardly seen you, you're meant to be helping me, you're meant to be my rock…instead you're just…somewhere else every time I've needed you or when I've seen you we never discuss the difficult stuff, after Paris you said we'd get involved, we'd help everyone – Chuck, Eric, Blair – was that just words because you were enjoying the vacation? I mean is that all we are, a vacation romance or something?"

"No," he said quickly, "at least I don't want us to be – look prisons aren't difficult places for me, I've been there with my Dad so I know what it's like to visit someone…but honestly I don't whether my seeing Chuck would do more harm than good Serena, he's already pretty down, seeing that I'm outside, on the opposite side of a glass-wall talking into a telephone – that makes it real to him, you might see him as a realist, as cool and collected – but I know him a hell of a lot better. He's scared Serena, really scared."

"And having his best friend there to support him wouldn't help?" she quizzed sarcastically.

"So maybe I was being stupid-"

"-yeah you were," she cut him off, "but it's behind us…look you need to see Chuck and soon, because if the next time you see him is his trial then I don't know if he'll ever forgive you. Look I'm gonna go and speak to Juliet," she had sighted the auburn-blonde-haired girl that had once been the bane of her existence on the Dancefloor networking, something's never changed, "if you go now you might get to see him tonight." She pecked Nate lightly on his lips and then left him in her wake, she could've walked out of their relationship there and then but that wouldn't solve anything, and she had done a lot of awful things in her life, things that should've given Nate cause to reconsider their relationship and he never had. She could at least be lenient. She reached Juliet and the two embraced, somewhat awkwardly in a hug.

"Long time no see," Serena smiled at her, "how've you been – how was studying in Europe?"

Juliet laughed, "Well I know vacation's in Europe are kind of your speciality but I got…really immersed in the culture in Berlin actually…even picked up a little of the language, and I followed how things panned out here once I'd left…you and Ben…and then…other relationships, with Gossip Girl it's like I never really left. It is nice to be back in the City though."

"Speaking of which did you see the Gossip Girl blast, about Georgina – faking a kidnapping?"

"That was no fake," Juliet smiled a pearly white devilish smile, a twinkle in her eye, "they work for a radical Christian Camp, when I told her parents that their daughter was out of control and wreaking havoc suddenly they seemed to think she needed to go for her own good, right now they're playing along with her little Russian routine. I also didn't tell her the dirt that I really dug up on her, I found her false trail but it seemed too good to be true. If you want to know her real secret-"

"-I don't," Serena interjected and the two girls laughed, "I'm just glad that Eric's safe…or safer…I don't know how to thank you?"

"Just give me a second chance," Juliet stated simply, "I want to make things right."

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When your out of your element and fighting against the tide you have a choice, you can sink or you can swim, but when swimming upstream we advise caution – there may be rocks or other obstacles in the stream, and there may at some point be a branch extended to you, offering you help and safety. Be wary of that branch, because as likely as it is to be strong and resolute, it is also likely to snap and allow you to be swept away by the oncoming torrent.

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It was the dress that she'd worn to what had been meant to be their first real date, after the disastrous date which had preceded it and shown Blair at her very best. It was scarlet emphasizing her seductive side but it allowed her pale tones to glow, offsetting her chestnut coloured her with the glossy, hazel-coloured highlights she'd had applied by a special stylist she'd flown in from Paris – only the best for a Princess after all – and paired with the simple black strappy-heels the ensemble made her look effortlessly beautiful. That was what she had been going for after all. She strolled confidently to the top of the stair case and then paused, turning as Marie-Charlotte approached, dressed in a shockingly green minidress coupled with a pair of last season Manolos. The entire ensemble was…in a word…hideous. Surely Louis couldn't expect her to endure this as one of her Ladies-in-waiting?

And as for its combination with that hair…she would have to ensure that she had it bleached and dyed a better colour. Marie-Charlotte fixed her with an icy, clearly forced-grin, Blair responded in kind – offering only the smallest of smiles though hers was sincere, she wasn't going to give the girl any reason to discredit her in front of the entire Royal Court, who were waiting downstairs, expecting her imminent arrival. She had struggled to fit into the dress but she had managed it, it might be one of the last times she would be seen dressed flatteringly in public, she wanted to go out with a bang.

"Red, it's a beautiful colour Blair," Marie greeted in her hard tones, "the colour of blood."

"Yes it is," Blair replied absent-mindedly casting her gaze down to the bottom of the sweeping staircase, it was grand, Edwardian she supposed, it was as though she were Kate Winslet in the scene from Titanic looking down from the top of the staircase, she would sweep down it with more grace and better hair than Kate Winslet, but the movie metaphor fitted in that circumstance, "do you know, I think that I'm going to choose my own Ladies-in-waiting, I might be a nobody but my fiancé is the Prince of Monaco, and I hear around here although, being such a tourist," she had known that that was how some elements of the Court referred to her, "I can't be sure I think he has some kind of influence around here?"

"If you weren't pregnant Blair," Marie smiled now and Blair felt a tingling of panic at the back of her head, had she misjudged her, "Louis wouldn't be marrying you, he knows about your sordid affair with Chuck Bass – so does the entire Court, he's only taking you back for that baby, if you were to lose the baby Blair you would be out before you even knew what was happening."

Blair squared up to her confidently, "And how am I going to lose it?"

Marie paused a moment uncertainly and then lunged forward, pushing Blair back first off the top of the stairs, her head hit the stair first as her body contorted, flipping over her head as darkness ripped her out of reality and she tumbled for what seemed like eternity.

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A Princess pushed, an Evil Queen extinguished and two leggy Ladies of the Upper East Side making amends. We hear G was last seen being dragged kicking and screaming into a Christian Camp and S and J were spotted drinking Martinis at the Palace like old friends, although what we're most worried about is what happened to our Queen B? Did she fall or did a jealous courtier try to do her in?

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Xoxo Gossip Girl

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Hope you liked Chapter 6,

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