A/N: A new chapter! I post today because I'm going on vacation and I won't be able to post before august, 22nd. I hope you will like this chapter and I'll answer to your reviews when I get back to my home, I'll answer to all of you :)

Upper East Side

"Shit, Nate! I can't tell you, I can't. It's my job to keep secret what's happening in this room between my patients and I." Stein said.

"Yeah but your patient is my friend and he has a strong tendency to suicide when his world starts falling apart. If he's sick, he won't tell us and we won't be able to help us." Nate argued.

"Besides, you don't want to be held responsible by us, his family and influent friends, for his suicide, do you?" Serena asked in a seductive voice and she bent a little more on Stein's desk so as to expose in a better way her throat.

"Fuck. Alright. Chuck went through a series of exams last month and I got his results three days ago. What it says suggests that he has a liver cirrhosis. He needs a liver transplant, you can both go through exams to check your compatibility if you want, but I don't think it'll work. Tell anyone what I've just told you and my career is over." Stein said.

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. Serena will talk to Chuck and he'll end up telling her – as always. When can we make the tests?" Nate asked. Serena was shaking on the chair next to his. Now Stein had told them the truth, her seductive and warm smile had faded away and tears were coming to her eyes. Nate grabbed her hand and she squeezed his hand back, happy he was there.

"The day after tomorrow. Be there together at 3 pm, don't be late. I trust you not to tell anyone, and to support your friend, he will need it." The three of them stood up and they shook Stein's hand before exiting the room. Nate was holding Serena's hand, she was holding her tears back. She wouldn't cry in front of all those people. She wouldn't cry because she had no right to, she wasn't sick, she was happy. Nate let go of her hand and put an arm around her waist. She put her hand on his shoulder as they were walking to her limo.

As soon as the door of the limo was closed behind them, Serena burst into tears into Nate's arms. He was smelling like old times, still wearing the same perfume. Just like old times, she was attracted by him but what she wanted - more than kissing him or having sex with him in the back of a limo – was to go back to those old times, when she flying from Dan to Nate to Dan to Nate, when Chuck and Blair were arguing so hard before realizing the truth : they were in love. She wanted to go back and be there the day Blair met Louis at the Musée d'Orsay and take her away from there. She wanted to hear Blair laugh louder than ever, to see Chuck smiling genuinely seeing his wife and their kids playing. She wanted to change the past to create a better present.

"Nate, we should have done something... Why did she marry him?" she whispered.

"We will never know. It's too late, Blair would never accept a divorce, she would see it as a sign of failure and you know how she is, never fail." He sighed. Serena was right.

Monaco

"Mom! What are you doing here?" Blair said as she entered the Great Hall of the palace where her four parents waited for her.

"Louis didn't tell you? Eleanor called you last month and he picked up. Well, at least we made you a good surprise, Blair bear." Harold said. He took his daughter in his arms. Blair was alone with Henry, Louis was working and the Queen was nowhere to be found. She was holding Henry's tiny hand. He knew his grandparents but he had grown to fear the tall and impressive Eleanor.

"Say hello to your grandpas and grandma, Henry they won't eat you alive. Well, grandma might but don't worry, grandpa Cyrus will stop her." Blair joked. Everyone laughed except Henry who was hiding behind his mother's legs. Her smile started to fade. In ten years, Henry must have seen his grandparents less than thirty times and what about her best friends? He knew Serena, Nate and Dan only because she told him about them. She never talked about Chuck.

"Come on, Henry, they're your family. You may not remember them well but I assure you, they saw you before a lot of people when you were born." she pleaded. Henry eventually let go of his mother and went to say hello to his grandparents. Each one of them had a present for the ten-year old boy and the moment they gave them to him, they had won him over.

"Can I go show 'em to Daddy, mom?" the small boy asked. Blair nodded and ordered that room were made and that their things were brought there. Then, she took them to her private salon. She was walking ahead of them, so they could admire how thin she had gotten. The four of them exchanged looks of concern. She had let the high heels in her dressing to wear flats and she was almost stumbling at each step. Her hair wasn't made, it was like she had hardly brushed them and made a ponytail.

"Blair, what have you eaten this morning?" Cyrus asked as they were still walking in the corridor.

"Oh I wasn't hungry, we had a dinner yesterday evening and I ate too much. I'll eat more at lunch." Blair turned around and smiled. Cyrus nodded and she focused back on the way to her salon. Cyrus took Eleanor's hand and squeezed it. He knew what she was thinking, what they were all thinking. Where were they when she started falling? Why hadn't they done anything? The once upon a time Queen B of the Upper East Side had become a ghost, skinnier than ever.

Paris

"Fuck, Maxime! Did you steal my iPod again? I need it! I'm going back to my apartment and I want my iPod, you evil little brother!" Cornelia snapped. The door of Maxime's room flew open and he stared at his sister with round eyes. Cornelia was packing her things, the week-end was over and she had to get back to her studio, next to her university.

"I'm not even your brother, so you know what. Besides, I don't know where your fucking iPod is, Cornelia. So now, please, shoo!" he said. He went back to the magazine he was reading.

Cornelia groaned. She scanned the room to find her yellow iPod laying on his desk. She rushed to it, took it and stood in front of Maxime's bed. "So, you don't know where it is, right? You, idiot. I may not be your sister in blood but still, we were raised together and according to Mom and Dad, I'm allowed to scold you where you deserve it. So be careful, small boy." she said with a threatening look. Maxime didn't even dare to look up. He wasn't scared at all, he loved it when Cornelia was pissed, it was so much more fun! He loved Cornelia, she was his big sister and he had been fearing to lose her to some strange biological family since the day she told him the truth about her birth.

"Don't be a bitch to your brother, he's young and he doesn't have any sense of private property." Isabelle said, leaning against Cornelia's room's entrance.

"I know, but we both know he loves to scolded. That kid is like really weird. Your son, not my fault nor my concern to make him normal!" Cornelia said. She put some pants and bras in her bag, she didn't want to forget anything useful for the following week in her studio. Two months had passed since the last time she saw Chris. She never heard of the girl again, she tried to call but she never called her back.

"I'm afraid you're right. Are you ready to go? Is Ivan coming to get you, again?" Isabelle held back a chuckle when Cornelia winced at the name of the man.

"Wh-What? How do you know his name?" Cornelia asked.

"Your sneaky brother. So, tell me everything about him." Isabelle closed the door behind her and sat on the bed. Cornelia sighed and sat next to her.

"Well, he's a year younger than me – he's like super smart. He speaks like five languages fluently, he's handsome, tall, brown-haired and gray-eyed. I think he likes – well, he does like me because he told me and kissed me the other day. I don't know if we're dating or not but... I don't want to rush things. We may talk about it in the car later tonight so, I'll know." Cornelia blushed. She had had boyfriends in the past, but none of them was like Ivan. She really liked him, he made her laugh and she could easily talk to him. She was feeling just right with him.

"Oh my, you're in love my dear. I'm glad to hear it and I guess he's a nice man according to his profile – thank your evil sneaky brother again." Isabelle said. They laughed and Cornelia thought that maybe, she was happier with her adoptive family than she would ever be with any other biological – and surely twisted – family.

"Yeah.. Fuck, he's there, he's waiting for me," she said when she heard a bip from her phone. "I have to go." She kissed her parents goodbye and shouted a "goodbye" to her brother and then hurried to Ivan's car.

"Hi," she said as she shut the door behind her, "thanks for coming get me today." She was feeling awkward, should she kiss him? Should she pretend nothing happened at all?

"You're welcome." he told her with a bright smile. He leaned toward her, tilting his head on his right and Cornelia got the message. They weren't going to pretend at all. She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. His lips were soft and warm against hers and once again, she was feeling she was right where she belonged, with Ivan, in his arms.

"Let's go home, I think we have a conversation to have and to end." he said, half laughing when their lips parted and he saw a hint of desire in her eyes.

"Oh yeah." she smiled. She wanted him. She told her she didn't want to rush things but her heart and her body wouldn't follow that wise recommendation. She could say it, she was in love with Ivan and that was the only thing she cared about.

But as the renewed Gossip Girl would say "Wait and C, because the way you pronounce I in English may sound like "Aïe", the French for ouch."

So? What did you think? Next chapter takes place three months later during Christmas Holidays, when all families are supposed to be reunited... ;)

Nyah-Cullen