Hey guys sorry for the delay but i went on vacation and so yeah... Either way some people were starting to worry that I would finish too soon before Season 3 and wouldn't have anything to tie em over until then. I'm going to try to finish this story soon though, seeing as once Season 3 starts, i might want to start writing on those episodes seeing as Blair and Chuck are finally a couple (yayyayayay!!) :-) Ok moment's over... I will also continue working on The Virtue of Sin and will be starting another story shortly. I'm thinking of dipping my feet into the historical romance category (what do you guys think?) Feel free to let me know what you feel about that. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this chapter and as always... REVIEWS=LOVE!! HAPPY READINGS!! xoxo

O Brother, Where Bart thou?

Charles... I beg you... Please don't turn away from the people that love you. They're the only chance any of us has. And your father never learned that. I hope that you do...

The words Lily had whispered to him continued to reverberate through his thundering head. He was being engulfed by the misery that had consumed him the moment the news of his father's untimely death had broken. Please don't turn away from the people that love you...

Chuck knelt forward in front of the fireplace and allowed the incriminating papers to catch and set ablaze, much like his entire being felt at the moment. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't even feel. He'd become comfortably numb to all the emotions that had been stirred inside of him, and yet Lily's words reawakened something in him that scared him. It scared him from the intensity with which it made itself known, that out from underneath all the pain, fear and trepidation he'd felt in the past few days, he knew where his chance laid. His chance at finding what his father never could.

Casting the burning papers to the ash bin, he took in a breath, the first one it felt that he'd taken in days. He suddenly knew what he had to do.

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He heard the soft click of her heels as she approached the open door, his heart thumping in time with each step that brought her closer and closer to him. He'd come here for her because he needed her. But now he was beginning to fear that he might be too late...

"What do you think you're doing here?"

The tone of her voice cut deeper into his already bleeding heart as he turned slowly to face where she stood at the foot of her bed. She stood there in all her ethereal beauty, delicate and perfect and his. His savior. His chance. At least he wished she still would be.

What do you think you're doing here? He wasn't sure how to answer that. How was he suppose to tell her that he was here for her, to consume her, to lose himself in the comfort and strength she always offered him. How he wanted to devour her into himself, breathe her light, her air, her life. To greedily take what she had offered him so selflessly just a few days ago, the very thing he had shattered and walked away from and ruined.

He'd ruined her. Himself. Them. Whatever it was they were and had. Of that he was sure.

No. There were no words he could conjure in order to answer her. He couldn't speak. He just stared at her, eyes brimming with the sadness that he was swimming in, the sadness that threatened to drown him and wash away every last trace of his existence. He turned away then, unable to face her, knowing that he shouldn't be here, that he had ruined any possible shred of redemption he had with her when he walked away from her love. The only thing he'd ever really wanted. The only thing that had ever made his life worthwhile.

It was all too overwhelming and he decided it was time he let go...

And just as his life seemed to crash and burn in front of his very eyes, her arms were around him, pulling him back, clinging to him and helping him stay afloat. She was grabbing on to him as if to assure him that she'd never let go, allowing him to know now that she in fact wouldn't. She had always been there for him. Always. And now she was here for him more than ever.

He allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of her warmth, the heat of her body beginning to reach into his very soul and bring him back to life. She clawed at his arm, holding him tighter and closer still, awakening him from the haze that had suddenly surrounded him. Reaching out, he held on to her arm, latching on to her skin and closing his eyes to the sweetness of her touch, of her skin, of her scent.

This.

This was exactly what he needed to find the strength to fight. She was what he needed in order to crawl out from the darkness that had engulfed him.

Allowing her to rock them gently as they sat holding each other, he allowed his eyes to close and imagine what it would be like to lose himself in her arms, in her safety, in her love.

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He didn't know how much time had passed. It couldn't have been more than a few hours seeing as the night still surrounded them, the few bulbs and flashes of lights from the NYC nightlife that came in through her windows the only indication that life moved on around them.

Turning slowly on the bed, he reveled in the feel of her leg draped around his own, her hand resting lightly on his stomach. She was exquisite.

Beautiful.

Everything.

She was everything he could ever want and so much more. He'd known it all along. His heart ached as he watched her nose scrunch up slightly in sleep and he leaned forward to place a soft kiss across her lips.

She opened her eyes then and stared at him, confusion in her eyes until the haze of sleep washed away slowly and she stared at him with concern. "What happened? Are you OK?" she asked softly as the hand she had splayed across his stomach scrunched his jacket into her fist.

"Go back to sleep," he answered instead, his face still close to her own, becoming lost in the darkness of her eyes.

She stared at him for a few seconds longer before her eyes looked down at his lips that were so close to her own. Her small tongue came out to lick her bottom lip, an innocent gesture she knew drove him wild. His body went rigid beneath her hand as he felt his body respond instantly at the intimacy of it all.

Please don't turn away from the people that love you. They're the only chance any of us has...

Closing the gap between their mouths, he covered her lips with his own and felt her gasp against his mouth. She clutched at his chest tightly, allowing him to take control, to regain power over his life once more.

His tongue prodded against her lips gently and she parted her mouth slowly, granting him access to the warmth he sought. He groaned softly as their tongues met, giving her the cue to match his pace. She kissed him passionately, their tongues melding and melting together, breaking apart to draw in ragged breaths only to crash their lips together once more. Her hands went to tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to her, wanting to keep him next to her forever.

He broke apart from her then and began trailing hot kisses against her throat as his hands began to move against her body and touched every silken covered curve. Lifting the skirt of her dress higher, he exposed her creamy thighs to his hungry eyes as he slid his hands further up and hurriedly removed the lacy underwear that hid beneath her bridesmaid's dress.

She understood his urgency and clumsily reached out to undo his pants, only able to slide his zipper halfway down before he pushed her hands aside and removed his pants low enough to free his straining erection.

His tongue invaded her mouth at the same time his cock entered her waiting and ready wetness. She cried out in pleasure, her sighs and moans being swallowed by his mouth as he began to gently thrust in and out of her body. Pulling away from her lips in order to hold his weight up on his arms, he stared into her eyes as he made love to her body, feeling every bit of her against him, around him, in him. She had reached into his very soul and brought him back to life. She' had given him that chance again, the chance that his father never had.

"I love you," she breathed out as she looked up into his burdened eyes, her hand caressing his cheek lightly as she saw his shoulders tensed up and his face grow strained as he spilled inside of her in a long, hot climax. The feel of his cum filling her caused Blair to meet him in her own release.

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He watched her as she slept and felt his heart break at the sight of her. She loved him. She had told him again and dammit if it wasn't the most beautiful thing he had ever had anyone utter to him. She loved him and she gave herself to him once more, even after all he put her through.

He didn't deserve her. Didn't deserve anything of what she had to offer. He had been selfish in coming here, selfish in wanting to use her in order to make himself feel better. He couldn't do this to her. Couldn't do this to the person who loved him. To the person that he loved.

He slipped away from her bed, knowing that he had to leave and not turn back. She needed to stay away from him. He needed her to stay away or he knew that she would fall down with him.

I'm sorry for everything, he scrawled on a paper he found lying on her table.

You deserve much better, she always had, always would.

Don't come looking for me. He really hoped she didn't.

A/N: Ok so i don't know how some of you guys feel about this, considering GG never suggests that Chuck and Blair ever hooked up during this episode, but I like to consider this part of my artistic expression (or let me just blame my incessant need to write CB smut). Either way it wasn't too graphic and I just feel it is what Chuck needed to do a complete 180 once again and decide that he wasn't in fact worthy of that chance Lily had mentioned to him. Anyway, be gentle with the bashing :-)