This is the second section, from Chuck's viewpoint. I think my chapters for this one are going to be a whole lot shorter than my normal ones but I am going to try to update frequently.

I'm sorry guys I know I've already got two going and adding a third is just going to make updates on the others a lot slower. But I felt the need to write a fic about the new ending or whatever it is to CB.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters

Rated: T mostly for language. This one isn't really M but it is a pretty high T lol.

Thanks to LitPrincess2787 for the Beta on this chappy!

Chuck slumped against the back of the elevator, allowing himself to slide downward. Halfway down he slammed his hand on the emergency stop button; no one could see him like this, he was Chuck Bass. He looked down at the flowers next to him aware that they were very similar to that bouquet that he was bringing Blair before they went to Tuscany. When she had thrown them down at his feet, he felt an echo in his mind of his own action of throwing away their relationship by throwing the flowers in the trash can. She was really done this time and he honestly couldn't blame her after everything that he had put her through.

Chuck thought back to the time of their games that fall. Why had he made her do all that? It all seemed so stupid and juvenile, looking back. She would have gladly been there for him, had a relationship with him, stayed with him through his grief but he wouldn't let her. He toyed with her, chasing her, making her chase him, pushing her away, running to her for comfort, abandoning her, treating her like she meant nothing to him when in reality she meant everything. Now when she was all he wanted, all he needed he couldn't touch her because he had put her through too much.

What had he done? What had he traded for Blair in this mess? Women? Drugs? Invincibility? Happiness? He hadn't wanted to be tied down, he thought that that would make him weak, make him vulnerable. Yet now he felt more of those two things than he had ever felt before. She wasn't something that tied him down; she was the girl who had freed him from everything in his past. She wasn't something that made him weak. Blair was the one who picked up the crumbling pieces. She saved him over and over. Sure she made him vulnerable; apparently that's what opening your heart did; but now, he was feeling all of the pain that he had wanted to prevent. He hadn't wanted to let her in because then he might get hurt; but she had gotten in anyway and now, now he had lost everything.

Why had he given up so easily? This was Blair, the only girl he had ever loved and he had given up. He wanted to give her what she wanted; so he had stepped back into the elevator to let her be done. But he couldn't do that. Chuck couldn't be done. He needed her in his life. He didn't know how to live without her anymore. But he knew that she wasn't going to just take him back. Chuck needed to give her time, give her space, but he wasn't going to let them be over. They had never really had a chance. For whatever reason outside forces had always managed to come between them. That and his stupid pride, but that wasn't a problem anymore. He knew what he wanted, what he needed now and that was Blair. He was going to have to make some changes though and he knew just where to start. Chuck leaned up and pressed the emergency stop button once more, before getting to his feet and fixing his clothes. He would win Blair back, no matter how long it took.

Chuck was outside the door of the Bass's lawyer's office first thing the next morning. If there was something that he could do to get the company back from Jack, he had a feeling that that was his first step. In order to get Blair back, he had to get his life back together, unfortunately now that he had pushed her away, he was going to have to do that all on his own.

When the lawyer walked up to find Chuck leaning against his door, he looked only slightly surprised. "Is there something I can do for you Mr. Bass?"

Chuck pushed up from the wall and faced the lawyer, Mr. Litton. "Sir, I need to discuss my options with you."

Mr. Litton looked at him skeptically; this boy didn't seem quite as awful as he had been told he was. He had watched him grow up and act like normal boys his age, well not normal exactly but normal enough for the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Chuck acted out but Mr. Litton had never seen the side of Chuck that he had heard about from others. He had supported Mr. Bass's decision to leave the company to Chuck assuming that Mr. Bass trusted his son and believed in his abilities. That Chuck was coming to him was a good sign. "Step into my office and we will talk."

Chuck nodded and followed the older gentleman, taking a seat across from him in the office.

Mr. Litton began speaking once more. "I assume you are here about the morality clause. There was good reason that I asked you personally about Jack being your guardian. You could have chosen Lily, she had previously agreed to it, but you weren't particularly interested. I was worried that something like what has occurred might transpire but there was nothing that I could legally do to prevent it."

Chuck was leaning forward in his seat; what Mr. Litton was saying was of the upmost importance to him.

"Now, as for your options. Either you wait until you are 21 and reclaim the company . . ."

Chuck interrupted. "Wait, 21, I thought I was legally an adult at 18?"

Mr. Litton frowned; he hadn't counted on Chuck not knowing this. "In the business world; unless something is bequeathed to you, you can't hold majority shares until you are 21. That is when control of the company would pass back to you, assuming that Jack hasn't found a way to stop that from happening."

Chuck shook his head. "No, I can't wait that long. I know Jack and he will find a way to keep the company. He feels as though he has earned it. What's my other option?"

He had been assuming that Chuck wouldn't want to wait but Chuck had no idea how difficult the task ahead of him was. "Your one and only other option is to win back the board."

"Damn it." Chuck muttered. "I blew that one. They already hate me; I wouldn't know where to start." Chuck added looking at his lawyer hopefully.

Mr. Litton wanted to help the boy, he really did but there was nothing in his power that he could do. The morality clause was a tight one. It was the board's decision as to who was running the company if Chuck acted immoral; which he had apparently done. But he knew something that could help. "Know, Charles, that there is nothing legally that I can do for you here, except to provide you council. However, I can tell you that all the members of the board are not as set in their ways as you might believe. It doesn't have to be a unanimous vote; you only need 7 of the thirteen to vote for you to get your company back. If you have any of your father in you at all I assure you, they can be persuaded."

Chuck wanted to give up but then he thought back to what Blair had said. I believed in you. Your father believed in you. You were the only one who didn't. Blair thought he could do this. His father had thought he could do this. Surely, the people he had always referred to as his two toughest critics didn't believe that he could do something that he in fact couldn't. No he was going to do this, win over the board, and then he was going to win over Blair. Jack be damned.

Chuck stood. "Thank you, Mr. Litton; you've been a lot of help." He would have liked to stay and discuss his options longer but Chuck had work to do. The sooner he fixed this, the sooner he could fix things with Blair.

C seen meeting with the family lawyer. Gees C, what kind of trouble could you possibly be having, you just became the richest bachelor in New York City?

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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed.

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