The Last Truck Stop

Story Summary: He'd always be her Chu-Chu Chuck. Bittersweet ChuckBlair.

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: T/PG-13

Author's Starting Notes: It wasn't until it was too late that I realized I had forgotten part of the last chapter. I wanted to put it on then but my friend had my flash drive, which held the actual story. I was angry, but, I waited. Here it is guys, the reason Chuck was away most of the time. It's super small, but it leads into the next chapter.

Time Stamp: Posted July 23rd, 2008

Forgotten Scene from Chapter Three:

"In the face of true love, you don't give up, even if the object of your affection is begging you to. Bullshit!" Chuck snarled moodily looking over his latest text message. What was the world coming to where a man could fly all the way across the country only to be knocked on his ass? It just wasn't right. It just wasn't right! Quickly, he replied to the message by repeating what he said before.

I'm home. How's my girl? -C

Fine. Might as well go back to CA. -N

I just flew all the way out here. Why the fuck would I go back? -C

Because you should -N

Why? -C

Well, she's really happy right now, it's almost as if she has new life. On top of that, she's not here -N

Where is she? -C

A meeting of sorts -N

By meeting do you mean a meeting with one guy or with a bunch of suit clad guys? -C

…One -N

Answer your phone. -C

What? -N

Answer your fucking phone. -C

If ever a text message conversation could piss a guy off that much, Chuck's conversation with Nate would be it. He needed to hear the boy's voice to make sure his friend wasn't just joking with him. When Nate first said to go home, Chuck thought his friend was just being an ass. Now, he had to hope that his first assumption was true. He dialed in the number he memorized by heart and heard the impatient voice of Nathaniel Archibald on the other line.

"What, Chuck? I already told you everything you need to know," Nate said crabbily

"Hold your horses, man. I just left California and came out here, paying my own way for once, economy class, just to see Blair. Now, why the hell can't I see her?" Chuck asked.

"Because, like I said, she's at a meeting," Nate said

"With a guy! Who is this guy?" Chuck asked

"A doctor," Nate said

"Is she sick?" Chuck asked feeling worried suddenly

"No. She went to see him on her own free will, during her own free time, just to see him," Nate said. Chuck stayed silent unaware of what to say as a comeback to that. His girl, the girl that was supposed to wait for him was out with another guy, and a fucking doctor at that.

"How long has this been going on?" Chuck asked barely audible in his current state

"About two months," Nate replied, "I-I, um, I'm thinking you should probably go back to California. It'd be easier for the both of you that way."

"Yeah, maybe," Chuck whispered

"You could still see her, man, if you want. She'll be with the doctor for another hour or two, but after that, hey, who knows?" Nate added in whimsically

"Nah, I think I'm just going to meet up with Bart and discuss Victrola, then head out. He could think this was a business trip. Could you do me a favor though, Nate?" Chuck asked

"Sure, anything, Chuck,"

"Don't… don't tell Blair I came out here. She deserves to be happy, even if I'm not in the picture,"

"You really love her, don't you?"

"…. Later Nate,"

Chuck shakes off the memory feeling angry and stupid at the same time. Blair hadn't betrayed their love. She was at an appointment about the baby that day. How could he have been so stupid to believe the worst? Blair loved him. It is past tense, right? She doesn't love him anymore… does she?

He looks up from his hands only to find her coming towards him with their daughter in her arms.

"Chuck, I'd like you to meet someone very important," Blair begins. However, before she can get any farther Chuck's phone rings. He doesn't need to look at it. He knows by the ringtone who's calling him. And, boy, does he have a few words for dear Nathaniel.

© Dezi. While everything above was written by myself, the characters and the world they live in was not. I don't own GossipGirl, Juno, or AOL Instant Messenger. I do, however, own the plot which grows with every single review I get. If I were you, I'd start commenting.