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A/N: Thanks for all your thoughts and good words on the last chapter. Glad you guys are enjoying all the different relationships. They're all fun and variously frustrating to write. I understand the frustration, wanting B to magically awaken but I say all in due time, no? As I said in the past this story still has quite a ways to go and ground to cover. So stay tuned and I'm very sure that if you've liked what's passed than you'll certainly love what's coming. Here's another chapter for you. This one ran long...just couldn't stop typing. Hope you enjoy it as much as the last. As always thanks for the show of support from my fellow CBers, fanforum buddies, and reviewers. Love you all and just keep reading. Oh and Happy New Year!!! Here's to 2009 being as amazing or even better than what's passed in '08. Love you guys. Kisses & Hugs to my honey, Lynnie…you rock sista.

Chapter 6

Still smooth as ever Humphrey, he rolled his eyes. "I—uh know that she and I weren't ever really close…" Like at all, he added silently.

Blair hadn't exactly been the nicest person to him. On their best days they'd tolerated one another because of how much they both cared about the blonde frowning at him now.

It hadn't been all bad. She'd helped him or rather he'd helped her get rid of Georgina Sparks. And Blair had shown her human side a few times after that. None more so than when she let down her guard and all but admitted to loving Chuck Bass.

He'd seen Blair just days before she went into labor. Dan had stopped by the apartment to say his final goodbyes to Serena. He'd found a summer job in California and was staying out there until the fall semester began, instead of coming home to New York. Serena hadn't been home. Neither had Eric or Lily for that matter. Instead, he'd found Blair Waldorf.

Blair had been camped out on their sofa in a pair of silk pinstriped pajamas that did nothing to hide her pregnant state. She'd had a stack of old movies at her side and was surrounded by shopping bags, baby blankets, and tiny dresses.

Blair had glanced around and then she'd smiled, actually appearing glad to see him, "Cabbage Patch, What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be off somewhere buying Birkenstocks and letting you hair go all long and disgusting."

Dan remembered thinking about how much he wasn't going to miss the "Cabbage Patch" jokes or any other form of Blair's brand of snark. Not really, anyway.

"I'm looking for Serena. Is she around?" He'd asked. "I'm leaving New York and I just wanted to...Blair, is Serena here or not?"

"Not. She and Lily were driving me crazy so I sent them off for some mother-daughter time. Facials…massage, you know. They totally deserve it…I've been a tad moody lately." She'd admitted, surveying her nails with a frown. "Damn. Stupid bedrest. I kind of wanted to go myself."

"Blair, uh, are you living here?"

"You could say that. Do you mind?" She'd shrugged, handing him a DVD case and motioning to the rolling credits on the television screen. "Thanks, Brooklyn. Always knew you were good for something."

"I live but to serve." He'd rolled his eyes but complied, studying the case. "Bringing up Baby, huh? Hepburn and Grant. Blair, you do know that there's not an actual child in this film, right? So if you're looking for parenting skills." He'd felt the pillow flying at him before it whacked him across the back of the head. "Okay, stupid question."

"You don't say."

"I thought you had a thing for the other Hepburn…hey could you try not hitting me."

"Could you try not saying the first idiotic thing that pops into your head? Wait, nevermind. Forgot who I was talking to."

"So pleasant, Blair. I can see why everyone dropped their afternoon plans to hang out with you." He'd glanced around the room, empty but for the two of them.

Ignoring his verbal jab, "For your information there's no comparison, but I happen to like Katherine, as well. Especially her movies with Cary Grant. He was debonair and she was headstrong and beautiful. They complimented each other. They were funny together and made the perfect team." Her brown eyes took on a faraway look. Thinking perhaps of another headstrong brunette and her partner-in-crime, who was currently MIA. She seemed to shake free of her thoughts, turning back to Dan. "They were good together. Besides, the girls seem to have a thing for her. They stop drop kicking my kidneys and doing the mambo on my bladder long enough to listen. Unfortunately, they haven't acquired a taste for Audrey yet. Yet." She'd smiled down at her belly then, a gentle reprimand in her tone.

Not long after he'd been on his feet, "I guess I'd better be going. Let you enjoy the rest of your movie."

"No! I mean. That's not necessary. You can wait here. They shouldn't be gone much longer."

"That's okay. Maybe it's good she wasn't here. We keep saying goodbye to each other, when things have been long over. What's one more time? Good luck with everything, Blair." He'd started for the elevator.

"Wait!" She'd been on her feet in an instant, grabbing at his arm. "You can't just do that. Serena deserves better than that. You owe her more than just taking off. Settle things. Let her go."

"Whoa, whoa. Blair, are you even supposed to be up?" He'd remember her mentioning bedrest earlier and she was pale, breathing hard.

She'd batted at his hands as he tried to help her back to the sofa. "I'm fine. I'm fine. Just let go of me. You know what? You can leave now. Run along, little boy."

"Is anyone here with you?"

"Yes, the servants are around. I'm fine. You really should get going if you want to avoid Serena." Readjusting the afghan around her legs and movies at her side, she'd turned way, focusing her attention back on the couple onscreen.

Crushed and ruined tophat sitting just so atop his head, Grant's character was

saying, "Now, it isn't that I don't like you, Susan…because after all, in moments

of quiet, I'm strangely drawn towards you…but well there haven't been any quiet

moments."

"I'll stay if you want." Dan'd offered, suddenly worried about leaving her on her own, servants or not.

"Ssh." She'd hissed. "Stay. Go. I don't care, but be quiet."

Without another word, he'd sat, laughing with her as the screwball comedy progressed but he got the feeling that she was only half there, barely listening. He kept glancing at her in the corner of his eye and he was thankful to see that she'd regained her color and seemed calmer.

"Chuck called me."

Eyebrows shooting up, Dan had turned just a little. She wasn't looking at him, eyes still trained on the television, but not seeing. He'd cleared his throat, "He did. Well, that's great. Right?"

She acted as if he hadn't spoken. "I haven't even told, S. It was last month. Graduation night."

"Oh."

"He didn't say anything. There was some weird music in the background…and I could hear him breathing, but he wouldn't say anything. Not even after I called him a 'coward'. He didn't say anything." She'd fumbled for the remote and switched off the movie. "I'm going upstairs. You can wait down here for Serena or not."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Please don't ask me again. I am sick and tired of hearing those words." She'd called out for one of the male servants who carried her up the steps. She left instructions not to be disturbed until her best friend returned.

He'd left after that. Not taking Blair's advice and seeing his ex that one last time. For years, he wondered about the things that he would've said should've said. And he hated that one of the last things that Blair Waldorf had thought of him was that he was just another coward. Right there with Chuck Bass, off all people.

Maybe if he'd said it that one last time, he wouldn't still feel like a babbling idiot around his ex. They'd both been with other people, had new histories that the other knew little about, but he realized that she'd always been at the back of his head. He hadn't let go, after all.

"Blair's the same." Serena offered now with a sad smile.

"Your son. He's what two now…right?" Her step faltered at his words. He wasn't trying to make her uncomfortable. Dan wanted to show her that he could be adult about this. Ask the hard questions. Show her he wasn't still mooning after her, even if that last part was a damn lie.

"Mm-hmm. Alex's birthday was in September." She watched him, her expression puzzled.

"And you're working for some magazine, now. Frau?" He pushed ahead, making conversation. She smiled relaxing. "Always thought you'd be on the pages. Not working behind the scenes."

"Yeah, crazy how life works sometimes, huh." Serena said, "How's it feel working for the Tribune? Any interesting stories yet?"

"A few." He left it at that. Not wanting to tell her about the never-ending obits or his recent coverage of a dog show. "Come on, we'd better track down Nate." Maybe they'd find Vanessa, while they were looking, but for once, his best friend was the last person that he wanted to lay eyes on.

~ஐ~

Candlelight flickering across tile, Georgina groaned in agony and ecstasy as heat seeped into her aching bones. She'd definitely miscalculated somewhere. When she'd decided on getting close to B in the guise of Nurse Olivia George, she hadn't actually counted on having to work. Not in a literal sense anyway.

Her damn feet hurt and she'd chipped each one of her nails, lifting that old bitch in 308. Now McCarty was being a whiny pussy and that stupid whore, Gia had finally called—to let her know that she'd struck out with Bass.

How was that even possible? Chuck Bass was one of the biggest manwhores in the history of the UES. Hell the continent. Perhaps as she'd told Gia earlier, she'd overestimated the other woman's appeal or even worse she's underestimated Bass' standards. Dammit. She needed Gia in place. Everything else was already in motion.

God, she hurt. They'd pay for that along with everything else.

Closing her eyes, she relaxed, counting all the different ways her old enemies would be served with much needed retribution. It was only a matter of time now.

As for Gia, she'd give the other one last chance to lure Bass. Just one. Lips curved into a cruel smile, Georgina sighed, utterly content at that moment.

~ஐ~

Nate rolled over, looking around the darkened room. Not quite sure where he was or how he'd arrived there, Nate started to sit up only to flop back down when the room started moving without him. Bile rose in his throat and his entire body ached. Aw, fuck.

Man, he hadn't felt this bad in a few years at least. He shifted uncomfortably, the leather couch squelching at his every move.

Okay, he'd lie there for a few minutes. Just a few more minutes. Then he'd try to get up again. He heard the faint beat of music somewhere in the distance and sudden remembered where he was and why he'd felt the sudden urge to relive the good ol' days.

He remembered seeing Vanessa with Dan. Nate vaguely remembered talking to Chuck. Or had that been a dream. No, no they'd definitely talked. Had he told his best friend about the fires. All connected to Chuck, through investments he'd made over the past few years. Nate tried to think, but he couldn't remember. Damn he was going to be sick and before he could do more than roll to his side, the alcohol was coming up again, along with his lunch.

Jenny was going to kill him for puking all over her new carpet, he mused just before everything went black.

Even before that, he was almost sure that he caught the vaguest hint of smoke in the air.

~ஐ~

Chuck followed the maid into the sitting room, declining the offered refreshments. Too wired to sit he paced the floor once she departed, leaving to fetch her mistress.

He hadn't been lying when he told his best friend that he had one last meeting, he'd mere neglected to mention his stopover in London or with whom he was meeting.

Chuck glanced around, the tastefully decorated room. Well, he hadn't left the woman penniless, had he? Comfortably wealthy in his own right, Cyrus had been Eleanor's saving grace. Luckily for Eleanor, the older man had made no secret of how much he adored Blair, and he'd been good to her.

That and only that had been the only reason why he hadn't gone after Cyrus Rose when he'd set out to destroy Blair's mother. Instead, Chuck went after the one thing that Eleanor held dear, her precious career. First, he'd exposed her for the fraud she was, laying claim to Jenny Humphrey's designs years ago. He'd poured in as much money as possible building up little Humphrey and dismantling the Waldorf name in New York fashion. Until she could barely set foot in Bendel's or Bergdorf's, let alone convince them to carry a scrap of fabric with her name on it.

She'd pulled up stakes and tried LA, reinventing herself and going for edgier designs. He'd put a stop to that fast. After more than two years of struggling to keep her good name in New York, Los Angeles, and finally Paris, Eleanor appeared to give up, crawling off into obscurity to lick her wounds.

He'd been satisfied to leave it at that. The woman had prized her career above all else, especially Blair. And he'd savored snatching it away from her. Now here she was in London. Five years after their little war had begun. He'd heard the rumblings that she was re-launching her line.

Since Lily told him about the woman's sudden interest in getting to know the girls, Chuck had been wondering if it was some kind of ploy and the conniving old bitch wanted to use his girls so that he wouldn't go after her again.

Chuck swore that if that was the deal, then he wouldn't show any mercy this time around. He'd bring Cyrus down right along with her. Take it all away.

At least those had been the thoughts dominating his mind since he'd decided to meet with Eleanor. Looking around the sitting room, he wasn't sure what to think. There were pictures everywhere, of Blair at various ages. And shockingly enough, she'd somehow gotten a hold of pictures of the twins from the past few years. Chuck was sure he could guess where they came from but he was more concerned about what it all meant.

Wandering over to the mantel, he picked up an old photograph of B that he immediately recognized. Her sixth birthday and that damn red dress. She'd been such a priss that day…well every damn day. They'd all been playing at her party, while she sat back on the sidelines not wanting to get dirty before her mother could see how pretty she looked in her party dress. Unfortunately, by the time Eleanor arrived at B's party, the dress had been wrinkled and stained with icing that Chuck had "accidentally" smeared—uh or dropped rather—ahem across the back.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Chuck didn't turn, he waited for the fire. Waited for anger to take hold, but instead he just felt exhausted. "Yes."

"Kat and Evie. They look a lot like her at that age."

His daughters' name on her tongue made him freeze. He'd been planning to speak with them the other night about Eleanor, but then suspicious doubts changed his mind. He'd wait. Why bring her up. Get their hopes up if he had no intention of letting her near them.

Her heels clicked against the hard floor as she walked up behind him.

Chuck turned on her, mouth poised to say what…he wasn't quite sure, but the sight of Eleanor Waldorf-Rose left him disconcerted. She was still a beautiful woman, stylish in dress, but she was older. Eleanor looked every bit her age. What struck him most weren't the lines around her eyes but the experience and wariness in her eyes, Blair's eyes. After years he realized or remembered that B had her mother's eyes. As did his daughters.

"It seems that I owe you an apology, Charles." She said, "From what Lily and Dorota…and even Harold tell me, you've done a wonderful job raising them."

"What do you want Eleanor?"

She shrugged, her smile without humor. "Forgiveness…my daughter…a chance to know her children."

"That's a tall order."

"Yes, this I know." Eleanor said. "I really am sorry. I truly believed that it was the best thing for everyone."

Chuck held up his hand, forestalling that old argument. He'd heard those words enough in the past and they'd only serve to piss him off again. "I need to think about this. Talk to them. I can't just throw you at their heads after years of 'Grandma Eleanor' who?"

"Do they know anything about me?"

"Only that Mommy has a mom who used to make clothes and lives too far away to visit them."

"Oh."

"They haven't suffered for it. They have Lily." He didn't say it to hurt her but as a simple statement of fact. Still she flinched as of the words were some physical blow.

"I'm glad." She managed, "I'll be back in New York next week. I promise to follow your lead in this. I just want to make things right."

"I'll be in touch." Chuck realized that he was still holding on to the picture of Blair as he started for the door. He paused in the threshold, not bothering to turn and face her again, "Eleanor?"

"Yes, Charles?" Grim. She sounded grim and accepting.

He said, "If I find out that you're playing some kind of game. You're done. And don't criticize my children. Ever. I hated the look on B's face whenever she 'disappointed' you." Chuck revealed, "I won't stand for it with Evie or Kat."

"Of course not."

He left with that. Hurrying out into the frigid air, shoulders hunched. Different. Very different from what he'd expected of their confrontation. Was that relief he felt? Weird.

~ஐ~

Vanessa had every intention of heading straight home. She had visions of packing a bag and going to her parents. She considered packing Nate's shit and having it ready so they could just get it the hell over with. Deep down she didn't really want to do any of those things. She really wanted to go back to the party and drag her husband home so that they could make love and just veg out for days on end. Forget the outside world even existed.

Pretend that with the exception of Anne, Nate's family didn't hate her guts and were waiting for the day when he came to his senses. His grandparents' words, ignored at first, quietly eating away at her, her marriage. Nate didn't belong to trash like Vanessa Abrams…he was meant for the Blair Waldorf's of the world. That she was an embarrassment and kept him away from the lifestyle he'd been bred for.

Vanessa had been so confident and sure of her marriage before, their words unimportant and rolling off her back. But they came back around with a vengeance when a year ago Nate was shot in the line of duty. Then after her miscarriage. And their failed attempts at getting pregnant again. They'd been successful…only to suffer another loss not long after the stick turned blue for the second time.

Somehow his grandparents seemed to know. Know of her failure. His grandfather visited her at work, insisting that playtime was at its end and that it was time for his grandson to truly settle down with someone of equal birth and stature. Someone who could give him a child. Someone who would fit into the world that he was destined for because it was only a matter of time before he tired of playing at blue-collar living and working with people who resented him for what he'd been born to. The old man warned Vanessa that it wouldn't be long before Nate began to resent her as well.

Before Vanessa Abrams Archibald would've told the old man off, but more and more she was certain that he was right. She'd begun to resent Nate herself. He hadn't listened when she'd told him the things that his grandparents were saying. He'd looked at her with that patronizing smile when she'd accused his grandfather at being behind the sudden loss of funding for her latest project.

Their lives were coming apart at the seams and he didn't seem to be aware. Or care. Then a few months before, Nate began working those late hours and she knew that he'd already began to move on. That he'd leave her soon. Vanessa hadn't been lying to her old friend earlier. She didn't have proof but she knew that Nate had found someone else and that her marriage was done.

God, she still loved him. Probably always would but it was over.

If she had any sense or dignity she'd just go right home and pack her bags. But she didn't. She walked. Her thoughts jumbled and confused. Vanessa didn't realize where she'd been heading until she was already there. Back at the door from which she'd done the "walk of shame" in wee hours between midnight and dawn.

God, this was crazy. Wrong. Leave. Go home. Find Nate. Don't do it again. A voice urged at the back of her head. She shook her head, hoping to quiet wishes of futility and she raised her fist to knock.

The door opened slowly and the eyes taking didn't appear surprised to see her.

Go home. That voice called to her again.

"Vanessa." His voice caressed, making her feel weak and guilty.

"Carter." She said, "Mind if I come in."

He didn't answer, but smiled, stepping back to let her inside.

Don't go in. You can fix it. Make it work. We don't want to be here. We should be with Nate. Please. No. No. Kicking that pitiful voice out of her mind, she reached for Carter just as he shut the door behind them.

~ஐ~

They ran into Jenny first. She assured them that Nate was tucked away, sleeping off his one-man fraternity kegger routine in her downstairs office. He would have peace and quiet, well away from the crowd and the noise of the party going on upstairs. Her employees not invited to the party were gone home for the night and the boutique was deserted. Perfect place for their inebriated pal to sleep off his bender and marital woes.

Having satisfied her obligation to one of her oldest friends and her stepbrother, Serena called off the search and tried to relax. As time passed, conversation with Dan felt less and less awkward. He asked her about Alex again but never touched on her brief affair with Carter Baizen and there was no reason in the world for her to bring it up. They talked about their respective jobs. Falling with ease back into their old friendship, both content to tuck away their excess baggage of woes and breakups for one night. They were just two old friends, laughing and catching up.

They laughed at least until Dan suddenly felt the urge to bring up Vanessa and Nate.

"Do you know anything about what's happening with them?" Dan asked.

Serena frowned, sipping on her drink. "Dan, I know she's you're friend but…something's wrong with that girl. She's been treating Nate like shit and I don't know how much longer he'll put up with it."

"She thinks he's cheating."

"What? No. No way." Serena shook her head, confident in her words. "Nate would never do that."

Suddenly wishing he hadn't said anything, Dan couldn't help pointing out facts, "Not like it would be the first time. He slept with you when he was dating Blair. And don't even get me started on the whole Jenny and Vanessa craziness during senior year."

"You're right. I won't get you started, because unlike you I happen to think that people can change. Nate's grown up a lot from that person you're talking about. He loves Vanessa. But maybe you're still the same stubborn and judgemental…:

"Whoa…whoa…hold it right there. Truce." Dan held up his hands in mock surrender. "I absolutely refuse to get into a fight with you, especially about someone else's sex life. Can we agree to let Nate and Vanessa suss it out themselves?"

She nodded after a moment, the anger clouding her expression, slowly dissipating. "Good idea. Now tell me more about the exciting world of obits and dog shows…no I'm just kidding Dan. Come on, I'm kidding."

He thought he'd feel less in her eyes, telling her what he'd been doing for the past year, while she'd just been promoted from project manager to junior editor. Dan waited for the old embarrassment and resentment he used to feel over how easily things seemed to come to the Basses and Van der Woodsens of the world. It didn't come though. He realized that they had it just as bad as the rest of them. Look at Chuck and Blair. Vanessa and Nate. Life was fucked up all around them.

Expression sheepish, he gave in, regaling her with the fun story involving a German Shepard the size of a Shetland Pony and his second favorite pair of dress pants ending up covered in vomit and Alpo. "We laughed, we cried but mostly I cried. Feel good movie of the year material, really…"

~ஐ~

One hand to his aching head, Nate coughed again. Nose twitching, he managed to pry open his heavy eyelids. Same room. Same spot. The leather sofa squelched under him again. It didn't take long to figure out what had woken him up again.

Smoke. He smelled the smoke. The acrid smell was everywhere…in his nose. In his mouth. Hell even his eyes were starting to burn. He'd had one drink too many but that wasn't what left the taste of ash in his mouth.

He tried to stand in the dark room. And only choked harder when he succeeded in getting his feet to cooperate.

Shit. His sluggish brain, worked overtime, attempting to overcome the mix of Patron and Jack that he'd gone back and forth with earlier in the night. Fire. There was a fire. Clumsy and bumping into furniture, Nate managed to shrug out of his suit jacket, covering his face.

Slowly the pieces came together. He was at Jenny's party. Everyone had come to help her celebrate the ten-page spread in Vogue, featuring her designs.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember leaving the party under his own steam. He could vaguely hear the pound of music and laughter from somewhere above him. He'd gotten downstairs somehow, while everyone else seemed oblivious to the thick smoke coating the air.

Vanessa. Where was his wife? Dan. She'd been upstairs telling Dan what she couldn't be bothered with to say to him. He needed to get up to them. Tell them.

"Fire!" He called, throat hoarse and useless already.

God, if he could just sit down. Catch his breath. He shouldn't be on his feet anyway. Nate dropped to his knees, breathing in the air not yet tainted by the starving whoosh of flames that crackled and obliterated, somewhere close, feeding thick smoke into the air.

His forehead, against carpet he smelled puke and ash. He tried to move but his limbs wouldn't cooperate. Phone. He should call…he needed to call someone.

Nate's last thoughts before everything went dark for that second time were of his wife and his best friend.

~ஐ~

The party in full swing around them, Serena and Dan were still huddled in the corner, as conversation and drinks flowered around them. There were people crammed in almost every room of Jenny's apartment.

Dan motioned to the makeshift dance floor where the entire room seemed to have congregated. "What do you say, Van der Woodsen? For old times sake?"

"Why not. I'm curious to see what kind of moves you picked up out there in California."

"Oh, moves." To the room at large. "She wants to see my moves. You sure about that, Van der Woodsen." He pulled her closer than necessary, especially for the quick beat of the music and his eyes focused on her mouth, leaving her breathless.

"Are you flirting with me, Dan Humphrey?"

"The fact that you even need to ask tells me that I've still got a lot of work to do." He said.

She made a face, looping her arms around his shoulders. "You kind of do…no hard feelings. In the interest of being open and honest…you need a lot of work. I know. You could ask Chuck to give you a few pointers."

Bleary-eyed and grinning like an idiot, he burst of laughing "So you're saying that I should go to your stepbrother for advice on how to seduce you…yeah that's not disturbing at all."

Serena punched at his shoulder and missed. "Oh my god." She gasped goofy and honest with disbelief, "We are so drunk. This is not cool. I usually handle my liquor way better than this."

"We are and no you don't."

"Are you having fun yet?" She yelled in his ear over the music.

They were both giggling, bumping foreheads when the woman behind them called out.

"Anybody else smell that?" Again louder over the music, she called. "Hey, guys I think I smell smoke."

On the other side of the room, slightly tipsy and enjoying the high of success, Jenny heard those words. She looked around the room and noticed the faintest of clouds that had seeped into the room. Smoke. What the hell? She waited, counting to ten, waiting for the fire alarm to sound. If there were really fire, it would go off it should go off. The sprinklers would go as well. She thought of her newest designs and stock in her boutique below. For a moment she panic but those could be created again even if the water raining down to quench fire destroyed her work.

She waited those few seconds and no alarm sounded. No water sprinkled down. But the air grew thicker. And the crowd around her shifted, picking up on the fact that something wasn't quite right. Fire. There was a fire. Panicked shouts filled the air. People started to run, shoving and pushing, unsure which way they should go. Others took charge. Tried to at least while many more just tried to get out. People called out wanting to save themselves, thinking secondarily of wives…husbands and friends.

"Dan! Serena!" She'd just seen them. And Nate. Shit. Vanessa. Where were they? Fear flooding her system, her eyes searched the crowd of panicked faces, searching for her brother. Looking for her friends and finding not a one.

Shit. Mere minutes. An eternity of seconds and still the fire alarm didn't go off.

TBC

A/N: Dun dun dunnnn....There you have it. Vanessa's lover revealed. Chuck's showdown with Eleanor. Threw in a little B. And of course our two UESers and Brooklynites in mortal danger. Who escapes unscathed? Who doesn't? All shall be revealed in the New Year. Hope you enjoyed this, and let me know what you're thinking. Will be updating as soon as possible. Love you guys and again Happy New Year!!!! Don't party too hardm ;D . *toasts* & *sings Auld Lang Syne*

Courtney