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In the Realm of the Basses

"Chuck!" Jack called out as they watched him swaying on the ledge of the building, staring down to the streets below, perched up on very unsteady feet.

"No!" Blair cried out as she watched Chuck tumble and teeter over the edge, her heart jumping to her throat before Chuck found his footing and steadied himself. "You idiot!" she turned and yelled at Jack. "You don't surprise someone standing off the edge of a building!" Blair screeched indignantly.

"Chuck, come away from there," Jack motioned, sounding as cool and collected as Blair wished she could be. Chuck was still dangerously close to the edge, and her heart was still dangerously close to stopping on her. "Let's go down and join the party," Jack continued as he smiled creepily, staring up at his nephew.

Chuck stared down at them with blank eyes, not focusing on either one of them in particular as he spoke into the distance, "I was at the party," he paused as his eyes set on Jack momentarily, "I'm not really that into it."

"Chuck, you're father wouldn't've wanted this," Jack pressed, his means of getting Chuck to step back down onto safer grounds having no real effect whatsoever.

"Dear old dad?" Chuck bit out sarcastically. "Fortunately all I know is what he didn't want. Which was me..." he chocked out, his eyes becoming hooded once more with the pain that had haunted him since his childhood and had consumed him even more so since his father's death.

Blair stared up at him in anguish, his pain evident in both his person and his voice. She wanted nothing more than to see him the way he use to be. To be the carefree, crass, brutish, womanizing man she had fallen in love with. Blair almost laughed at the absurdity of it all.

"I'm Chuck Bass!!" he suddenly screamed into the night, causing Blair to flinch and stare up at him with eyes just as pained and broken as he was. "No one cares," he whispered out softly as he heard no response come from the darkness that surround him.

"I do!" her small voice cut into his clouded mind as he turned around and watched her walk resolutely towards him. "Don't you understand? I'll always be here. I don't want you going anywhere... I couldn't bare it," she cried out helplessly, mustering the bit of strength still left inside of her in order to save him. And maybe then, she would be able to save herself. "So whatever you want to do to yourself, please don't do that to me. Please?"

She reached out her small hand to him, begging with her eyes, with her words, with her heart for him to come back to her, to let her help him. To let her help them. "Please?" she said again, her voice breaking.

Chuck stared at her, saw the pain in her eyes, the tears that refused to be shed. He heard the pain in her voice, the desperate cry that refused to tear out of there. And he heard those sweet words, the anguished words with which she begged him. Blair Waldorf didn't beg, and yet here she was begging him. Begging him to reach out and grab her hand, to let her help him. And maybe, just maybe, to let him help her also.

"Please?"

And so he reached out and touched the lifeline she threw at him. Once again latched on to her and joined her on the steady roof. He stared at her with a mixture of fear, anger and embarrassment in his eyes and then he leaned against her and allowed her to be his rock. His savior. His chance. "I'm sorry," he whispered against her neck as he held on to her tightly.

He didn't know what he was apologizing for. It may have been for scaring her as he stood precariously on the ledge of the building that held so much history for them. Apologizing for almost ending it all where they had began. For almost ruining the sweetness and sanctity of their memory. Or he could've been apologizing for having left her. For having spent the past few weeks drunk, high and half unconscious in an opium den in the slums of Bangkok. For having left her after that last night they had spent together with nothing more than a note and an explanation undignified of her. Apologizing for having zoned out and rejecting her time and time again. Or for having humiliated her and mocked her love for him earlier that day.

"It's ok," she whispered back as she clung to him fiercely, feeling her heart returning to normalcy. He was finally in her arms again, she could feel him, smell him, touch him. This past month, she'd been lost without him.

Jack stared at the scene before him awkwardly. "I think we should take Chuck home, Blair," he interrupted, a twinge of disgust hitting him as he watched the two of them who were obviously very much in love.

Blair looked over at Jack and nodded in agreement.

"I'll go get the limo. I'll meet you downstairs," he said as he turned and walked off the roof.

"Chuck," Blair said softly as Jack walked off the roof and Chuck had yet to say anything or move. "We should go..."

He leaned up then and stared at her. "I really am sorry."

A knot formed in her throat as she stared up at his sad eyes and remembered a time when he'd said that to her in the past. Back when things were so carefree, so new and intense and incredibly satisfying. It made her long for those days, long for a future where maybe they could have all that again and so much more. She nodded her head, unable to speak as she took hold of his arm and began to walk toward the door.

They headed unsteadily down the stairs, cutting through the back of the bar to avoid the party going on in the club. They stopped as they reached the back door to exit the club as Chuck leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath. "Why did you come back for me?"

Blair stared at him in surprise, not sure why he was asking her that. "Crisis negotiation. I thought I might have a better shot than your uncle in getting you off that ledge," she joked, finding it hard to smile at the moment.

Chuck remained stoic as he continued looking at her nodded. "Thank you... for coming back after everything."

Blair's eyes glistened with tears once more and she chided herself for her weakness. "I already told you. I'll always be here..." And she took his hand then and led him out to his waiting ride.