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So, I kinda kept my promise, yay! I'm updating in a week :)
Manymanymany thanks and hugs and kisses to my amazing reviewers:
Chairfanforever, thank you so much for taking your time to review! I'm very happy you like it and well, it would be strange if you actually enjoyed Serena's death, haha :) but that's kind of a point of my story, so, well, enjoy the following chap and you'll know a bit more about where I'm leading this!
LeftWrighter224, thank you so much for always reviewing the updates! Yeah, that's right about Chuck and Nate (I wanted to wright something like "Nuck" or "Chate" at first, but than I realized it would bring to much of slash fantasies, so I'll stick to "Chuck and Nate") so this chapter definitely finds a person for Nate to talk to.
Bfan, thank you sooo much for reviewing! Enjoy the upcoming chapter!
Socialitegirl, thank you very much indeed for reviewing! Enjoy the update!
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"Mr. Bass, Mr. Bass!" Juliette, his secretary, shook Chuck's shoulder gently in order to wake him up. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Newman is here to see you, shall I ask him to wait?"
"Newman?" repeated Chuck, rubbing his eyes frantically. "Has he gone crazy? What time is it?" he tried to readjust himself on the couch so that his back wouldn't ache so much.
"It's 9 am, , you never left your office yesterday" the secretary explained, eyeing her boss with concern. "
Well, just bring me a cup of coffee and ask him in in 15 minutes, would you, Juliette?" he struggled to sit up, his back, arms and neck all completely numb after a whole night of very uncomfortable sleeping.
"Yes, " she nodded and made her way out.
Chuck started massaging his neck slowly, trying to get his thought together. It was 9 o'clock into that Sunday morning and it already promised to be a horrible, agonizing day. Chuck knew that was the only businessman in New York willing to work on Sundays and, despite all Chuck's arrangements, he wouldn't be able to occupy himself with work for more that a couple of hours. After all his work done, he would probably go to the hospital. Chuck reached for his Blackberry and quickly dialed the hospital's number which he had learned by heart by that day.
"Good morning, New York Medical Center, my name's Courtney. How can I help you?" he heard the usual greeting, slightly amused by the fact that nurses always said exactly the same text.
"Hello, I'm Chuck Bass and I'd like to check on Miss Waldorf's condition" he blurted out, sensing the familiar knot tightening in his stomach.
"Just a second, " the nurse mumbled, apparently looking through her papers. "Oh yes, Blair Cornelia Waldorf..." she mused slowly, making the uneasy feeling in Chuck's chest increase. "Well, her diagnosis was set just a couple of hours ago, she is suffering from a light case of surgical side infection. She's being taken care of and I can assure you there is nothing to be worried about, but, unfortunately, you are not allowed to see her today.." said Courtney in the 'I-am-a-well-trained-memeber-of-staff' tone.
"Thank you" breathed out Chuck, feeling relief washing over him.
"Is there anything else I could do for you?" the nurse asked in a couple of seconds.
"No, thank you, bye", hung up Chuck.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the pure relief for a second. Blair was safe, whatever it was that resulted in the fever wasn't dangerous. It was the best feeling in the world, knowing that his little girl was safe, at least for the said moment.
But then Chuck realized that he had literally nothing to do after he had finished his business. If he hadn't fought with Nate he would probably spend the day trying to get his best friend out and make him relax, but that wasn't an option any more. Chuck reached for his Blackberry again and started looking through his contacts, trying to think of someone to meet. He had scrolled through the most "A" contacts when he saw her name on the screen. "Anne Archibald". Not the Mother of the Year, exactly, yet Nate's mother. Chuck even wondered why he hadn't thought of calling her right away.
"Mrs. Archibald, could we please meet up for lunch, I have something to talk about. Chuck" he typed quickly, knowing he had only minutes left before he would have to meet the workaholic .
"Charles, good afternoon, what a pleasure to see you!" Anne exclaimed as she saw Chuck waiting for her in the Palace's restaurant.
", good to see you" he faked a smile, leading her to their table.
"I assume your business is working well, judging by the look of the place" she smiled back as they sat down.
"Oh yes, thank you, Bass Industries is at the top as always" he now smiled sincerely, really fond of his business.
"So, is that 'something' you wanted to discuss related to this place?" she asked curiously, already imagining how her fellow society lionesses would turn green with jealousy at the news of her being somehow involved with the Bass business.
"No, it is more personal. Actually, I'm worried about Nath..Nate" said Chuck, staring at the glass of scotch waiter had brought him. As he got no response he looked up at Anne. Her disappointment was so visible that Chuck even regretted for a second that he had called her.
"Well, and why so?" she asked finally, letting concern appear on her polite mask of a face.
"You know... Since everything's happened, I mean with Serena" he started slowly, swallowing hard at the girl's name. "He isn't taking it all...too well" he looked for words carefully, afraid of either offending her motherly instincts or making the whole mess look better than it felt. "I think.. He needs some kind of support right now, and I don't think I'm the man, really" he quickly dismissed the though of telling Mrs. Archibald about his fight with Nate.
"Right.. I.. I'll figure something out, thank you for telling me" Anne nodded, proceeding the though. She had been so absorbed in the social meaning of the event that she hadn't even thought about her very son, which obviously made her feel guilty now. "Thank you" she nodded again.
The lunch was finally over and, even though talking to Anne, whom he hadn't talked to in years really, was quite an awkward experience for Chuck, Chuck wasn't happy at all to say 'good bye' to . One of the main problems on his mind - Nate - was, as he hoped, partly solved, but that left Chuck with nothing to do once again. Being alone was definitely not an option for him.
Suddenly, he realized that there were two more people who were obviously having a hard time and whom he hadn't seen since Serena's funeral - Lily and Eric. Without further thinking he dialed Lily and, as her voice sounded still hoarse and cracked, but pleasantly surprised, they agreed he would come up to the VanderHumprey's.
"Lily, hello, nice to see you" Chuck was smiling twenty minutes later as he was put in a tight hug by Lily.
"Charles, I'm so glad you came" Lily moved back and Chuck noticed a spark of both relieve and even happiness in her sad red-and-puffy eyes.
"I though you might use some help while I, honestly, might use some company" he chuckled, entering the living room on Lily's heels.
"Mr. Humphrey" he nodded lightly, "Eric, good to see you" he cracked his little step-brother, who was curled up on the sofa in front of TV, a smile.
"We were just going to watch a movie, come and sit here, Chuck!" invited him Eric, making some place on the sofa.
Eric, Rufus, Lily and Chuck had spent an extraordinary good for the given circumstances day like a proper family together. By the end of the day the had watch two films, had a walk in the Central Park, dined together and helped Lily to fight off an awful press attack.
"Chuck, you know what, you don't have to go home. Stay with us for a night!" suggested Eric as he saw a hint of unwillingness in Chuck's face when he was announcing that it was time for him to go.
"Yes, Charles, stay for a sleepover!" agreed Lily instantly. "You can have your very old indeed room" she winked at him slightly, remembering how they all (apart from Rufus, obviously) had once lived under one roof.
"Thank you, with pleasure" agreed Chuck, very much relieved he didn't have to spend another night in the awful couch in his office.
As he was drifting off in a proper bed in his old room later that night a though formed in his mind. He finally admitted to himself that Lily wasn't that old bitch he though she was and the idea of being her family was more attractive than anything. A family was something too important in one's life to live without it and so he had made two decisions. First, Chuck decided he would never ever abandon Lily and Eric once more. The three of then had become more of a family in four years than Bart and himself had managed in sixteen. And second, he though, he would have a proper family with Blair and he would never leave her, because their children deserved to get to know what a family was at one, not at twenty one. These thoughts had been wondering around his head for quite a kong time, but that night they very completely finished and formed.
So, that's it for today! What do you think? Don't be shy, tell me
So, I kinda kept my promise, yay! I'm updating in a week :)
Manymanymany thanks and hugs and kisses to my amazing reviewers:
Chairfanforever, thank you so much for taking your time to review! I'm very happy you like it and well, it would be strange if you actually enjoyed Serena's death, haha :) but that's kind of a point of my story, so, well, enjoy the following chap and you'll know a bit more about where I'm leading this!
LeftWrighter224, thank you so much for always reviewing the updates! Yeah, that's right about Chuck and Nate (I wanted to wright something like "Nuck" or "Chate" at first, but than I realized it would bring to much of slash fantasies, so I'll stick to "Chuck and Nate") so this chapter definitely finds a person for Nate to talk to.
Bfan, thank you sooo much for reviewing! Enjoy the upcoming chapter!
Socialitegirl, thank you very much indeed for reviewing! Enjoy the update!
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"Mr. Bass, Mr. Bass!" Juliette, his secretary, shook Chuck's shoulder gently in order to wake him up. "I'm sorry, but Mr. Newman is here to see you, shall I ask him to wait?"
"Newman?" repeated Chuck, rubbing his eyes frantically. "Has he gone crazy? What time is it?" he tried to readjust himself on the couch so that his back wouldn't ache so much.
"It's 9 am, , you never left your office yesterday" the secretary explained, eyeing her boss with concern. "
Well, just bring me a cup of coffee and ask him in in 15 minutes, would you, Juliette?" he struggled to sit up, his back, arms and neck all completely numb after a whole night of very uncomfortable sleeping.
"Yes, " she nodded and made her way out.
Chuck started massaging his neck slowly, trying to get his thought together. It was 9 o'clock into that Sunday morning and it already promised to be a horrible, agonizing day. Chuck knew that was the only businessman in New York willing to work on Sundays and, despite all Chuck's arrangements, he wouldn't be able to occupy himself with work for more that a couple of hours. After all his work done, he would probably go to the hospital. Chuck reached for his Blackberry and quickly dialed the hospital's number which he had learned by heart by that day.
"Good morning, New York Medical Center, my name's Courtney. How can I help you?" he heard the usual greeting, slightly amused by the fact that nurses always said exactly the same text.
"Hello, I'm Chuck Bass and I'd like to check on Miss Waldorf's condition" he blurted out, sensing the familiar knot tightening in his stomach.
"Just a second, " the nurse mumbled, apparently looking through her papers. "Oh yes, Blair Cornelia Waldorf..." she mused slowly, making the uneasy feeling in Chuck's chest increase. "Well, her diagnosis was set just a couple of hours ago, she is suffering from a light case of surgical side infection. She's being taken care of and I can assure you there is nothing to be worried about, but, unfortunately, you are not allowed to see her today.." said Courtney in the 'I-am-a-well-trained-memeber-of-staff' tone.
"Thank you" breathed out Chuck, feeling relief washing over him.
"Is there anything else I could do for you?" the nurse asked in a couple of seconds.
"No, thank you, bye", hung up Chuck.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the pure relief for a second. Blair was safe, whatever it was that resulted in the fever wasn't dangerous. It was the best feeling in the world, knowing that his little girl was safe, at least for the said moment.
But then Chuck realized that he had literally nothing to do after he had finished his business. If he hadn't fought with Nate he would probably spend the day trying to get his best friend out and make him relax, but that wasn't an option any more. Chuck reached for his Blackberry again and started looking through his contacts, trying to think of someone to meet. He had scrolled through the most "A" contacts when he saw her name on the screen. "Anne Archibald". Not the Mother of the Year, exactly, yet Nate's mother. Chuck even wondered why he hadn't thought of calling her right away.
"Mrs. Archibald, could we please meet up for lunch, I have something to talk about. Chuck" he typed quickly, knowing he had only minutes left before he would have to meet the workaholic .
"Charles, good afternoon, what a pleasure to see you!" Anne exclaimed as she saw Chuck waiting for her in the Palace's restaurant.
", good to see you" he faked a smile, leading her to their table.
"I assume your business is working well, judging by the look of the place" she smiled back as they sat down.
"Oh yes, thank you, Bass Industries is at the top as always" he now smiled sincerely, really fond of his business.
"So, is that 'something' you wanted to discuss related to this place?" she asked curiously, already imagining how her fellow society lionesses would turn green with jealousy at the news of her being somehow involved with the Bass business.
"No, it is more personal. Actually, I'm worried about Nath..Nate" said Chuck, staring at the glass of scotch waiter had brought him. As he got no response he looked up at Anne. Her disappointment was so visible that Chuck even regretted for a second that he had called her.
"Well, and why so?" she asked finally, letting concern appear on her polite mask of a face.
"You know... Since everything's happened, I mean with Serena" he started slowly, swallowing hard at the girl's name. "He isn't taking it all...too well" he looked for words carefully, afraid of either offending her motherly instincts or making the whole mess look better than it felt. "I think.. He needs some kind of support right now, and I don't think I'm the man, really" he quickly dismissed the though of telling Mrs. Archibald about his fight with Nate.
"Right.. I.. I'll figure something out, thank you for telling me" Anne nodded, proceeding the though. She had been so absorbed in the social meaning of the event that she hadn't even thought about her very son, which obviously made her feel guilty now. "Thank you" she nodded again.
The lunch was finally over and, even though talking to Anne, whom he hadn't talked to in years really, was quite an awkward experience for Chuck, Chuck wasn't happy at all to say 'good bye' to . One of the main problems on his mind - Nate - was, as he hoped, partly solved, but that left Chuck with nothing to do once again. Being alone was definitely not an option for him.
Suddenly, he realized that there were two more people who were obviously having a hard time and whom he hadn't seen since Serena's funeral - Lily and Eric. Without further thinking he dialed Lily and, as her voice sounded still hoarse and cracked, but pleasantly surprised, they agreed he would come up to the VanderHumprey's.
"Lily, hello, nice to see you" Chuck was smiling twenty minutes later as he was put in a tight hug by Lily.
"Charles, I'm so glad you came" Lily moved back and Chuck noticed a spark of both relieve and even happiness in her sad red-and-puffy eyes.
"I though you might use some help while I, honestly, might use some company" he chuckled, entering the living room on Lily's heels.
"Mr. Humphrey" he nodded lightly, "Eric, good to see you" he cracked his little step-brother, who was curled up on the sofa in front of TV, a smile.
"We were just going to watch a movie, come and sit here, Chuck!" invited him Eric, making some place on the sofa.
Eric, Rufus, Lily and Chuck had spent an extraordinary good for the given circumstances day like a proper family together. By the end of the day the had watch two films, had a walk in the Central Park, dined together and helped Lily to fight off an awful press attack.
"Chuck, you know what, you don't have to go home. Stay with us for a night!" suggested Eric as he saw a hint of unwillingness in Chuck's face when he was announcing that it was time for him to go.
"Yes, Charles, stay for a sleepover!" agreed Lily instantly. "You can have your very old indeed room" she winked at him slightly, remembering how they all (apart from Rufus, obviously) had once lived under one roof.
"Thank you, with pleasure" agreed Chuck, very much relieved he didn't have to spend another night in the awful couch in his office.
As he was drifting off in a proper bed in his old room later that night a though formed in his mind. He finally admitted to himself that Lily wasn't that old bitch he though she was and the idea of being her family was more attractive than anything. A family was something too important in one's life to live without it and so he had made two decisions. First, Chuck decided he would never ever abandon Lily and Eric once more. The three of then had become more of a family in four years than Bart and himself had managed in sixteen. And second, he though, he would have a proper family with Blair and he would never leave her, because their children deserved to get to know what a family was at one, not at twenty one. These thoughts had been wondering around his head for quite a kong time, but that night they very completely finished and formed.
So, that's it for today! What do you think? Don't be shy, tell me