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The sun shone through the window. The soft glow lit up Blair's features. Dan gazed at her sleeping body. The soft little sighs she made when she slept made him smile. He reached out and tucked a hair behind her ear.
This caused Blair to stir and open one sleepy eye. She grinned as she saw Dan looking at her with admiration, and with love. He hadn't given her a look like that since... well, since Italy.
He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. "Hey."
Blair chuckled. "Hey."
She settled into his arms and he started playing with her hair. "You're beautiful."
She smiled up at him. "You're not bad yourself."
He threw his head back and laughed. Blair loved the way he did that.
"So... what are we now?"
"What?"
"Well, am I... your girlfriend? Or are we just... friends with benefits? Is that what it's called?"
"Blair." Dan shifted. "It's a little too soon for labels, don't you think? Let's just see how it–"
Dan was interrupted by a beep from his phone. "Sorry, one sec."
Hey, Dan,
Can you meet me outside the loft in 10?
Don't tell Blair. This is private, between me and you.
Love you, Rose x
Dan stared at it, confused.
"Who was that?" Blair murmured.
"Uhm... Nate."
"Oh, okay."
"He wants to meet, now. He says it's Serena trouble? I can't even think of what would be wrong, since they're engaged."
"Oh, okay. I wonder why Serena hasn't called me?"
"Mm, yeah, weird. I'll be back soon, kay?" He kissed her on the cheek, pulled some jeans and a shirt on and left.
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Rose waited outside patiently. This was part of her and Chuck's plan. No doubt Blair making a move on Dan was part of her plan. Oh, god.
When did everything become so complicated?
Welcome to the UES, Chuck had said.
If only Dan had never bought those bloody plane tickets.
Ugh.
She saw him, walking with a determined pace. His hair was ruffled, as if he had just got up. He had a pained and confused expression on his face.
"Rose, what do you want?"
Rose sighed. Stick to the plan. "I need you to come back to England."
"What? Why the hell would I do that?"
"There's some really bad news. Rufus tried to get hold of you, but he couldn't."
"What? When–"
"It's Jenny."
"What about her?" Dan was suddenly alert.
"She's hurt."
"Hurt?"
"She was in a car accident. She's in a coma."
Dan felt as if the ground was spinning. He tried to digest the information.
"Where's Dad?"
"He's already on a flight over there. I'm so sorry."
Dan closed his eyes for a moment. "When's the next flight?"
"Three thirty."
"Okay. I'll meet you at JFK."
Dan turned around and started running back to the loft.
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Chuck picked up his ringing phone. "Rose, how did it go?"
"Perfect, he's totally fallen for it."
"Great. Keep me posted. I'll carry out my part of the plan."
He hung up, and poured himself a whiskey.
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Dan burst through the doors of the loft. "Blair!" his voice cracked.
She came running out of his room, wearing his t-shirt. "Dan! What's wrong?"
He walked past her, and pulled his suitcase out of his pocket. "It's Jenny."
Blair winced, but still listened. She was Dan's sister, after all. "What happened?"
He sniffed, hard, and started grabbing random clothes and packing them. "She's been in an accident. She's in a coma, Blair. In London. Alone."
"Oh my god, Dan."
"I'm going over. The flight leaves in three hours. I have to leave."
"Dan!"
He kissed her. "I'm sorry, Blair, but I have to go. She's my sister."
Blair nodded. "I understand."
He pulled the suitcase out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys, phone, and passport and headed out the door, leaving Blair standing in the loft. Alone.
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Rose and Dan sat in their seats in the plane. Dan couldn't think of anything but Jenny. Not even the fact that Rose was with him. Why was she here? He couldn't even think.
He was picturing his baby sister, her face covered in scars and bruises. Every time he thought of it, it was like someone punched him in the stomach. Rose placed a reassuring hand on his arm. He was too scared to pull away.
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Chuck pulled up in his limo outside Dan's loft in Brooklyn. Nodding an approval to the driver, he headed upstairs.
Blair answered the door. She looked perfect, as always.
"Chuck," she said, with a distasteful tone. "Why are you here?"
"Blair, I heard about Jenny, and I had to come and see if Dan was okay."
"Why do you care about Dan? You've never cared about anyone but yourself."
"I care about you."
"Don't give me that crap! So, you just turn up to Dan's loft in Brooklyn and you expect all to be forgiven? Do you, what, expect me to jump into bed with you? After all that you've done? Not just to me, but to Dan too. I love him!"
"You what?"
"Yeah, that's right. I love Dan. My heart belongs to Dan."
"No, Blair. You're mine. We're forever. Chuck and Blair. I'm not Chuck Bass without you."
"Be someone else then, Chuck. Because you sure as hell don't have me anymore."
She slammed the door in his face.
She leant against the brick wall and took a deep breath. God, that felt good. She heard a yell from the other side of the door.
She opened it and found Chuck nursing a hurt hand, having just punched the wall.
"Chuck, go away. Go find a hooker to sleep with. You're good at doing that."
"Blair, don't you understand? You'll never have Dan. He's gone to London, with Rose, and he's not coming back."