A/N: Yes, I'm posting that soon because I really liked writing this chapter and I saw pictures of Leighton and Ed on the set of Gossip Girl and I want to hope Chuck and Blair will eventually be together! Anyway, I wrote Chuck, as many of you asked. I hope you won't be disappointed and you'll like it! Thanks again to all the persons who take the time to review my story :) Enjoy!

Three days later, Paris

"Hi, Cornelia? It's Chris. I'm sorry I didn't call you back but my boss is now available and she wants to see you next saturday. Ritz Hotel, 3 pm. Is it okay with you?" Cornelia hadn't even had time to say a word before Chris talked. She was surprised she had finally found time to call her back.

"Yeah, sure." Cornelia answered. Chris barely told her goodbye and hung up. She sounded pretty anxious and Cornelia couldn't understand why. But she didn't worry long about that, the search for her biological family could carry on! She wanted to share the news with someone, but who? Cornelia knew Isabelle would fake a smile and her happiness for her daughter, Maxime wouldn't care and she hadn't told anyone else. The weight of her loneliness fell on her shoulders, she had no one to share her happiness with. Perhaps, in a few days or months, she would have someone to share that kind of news with.

Humphrey's penthouse, Upper East Side

"I can't believe it - Eleanor really did that to Blair and Chuck?" Nate exclaimed. He, Serena, Jenny and Dan were chatting around a cup of coffee at the Humphrey's. Serena and Jenny had just dropped the bomb, everyone still tried to understand why Eleanor did that.

"She did. Cornelia is living in Paris and she's looking for her biological family. I met her in a jewelry in Paris last summer, she was asking if anyone knew who the ring she had belonged to. I recognized her - she looks both like Chuck and Blair, she's the perfect mix of them both - and the ring, I had seen it in Chuck's locker, years ago. I sent my assistant to talk to her, she got her phone number and she scheduled a meeting next Saturday so as to talk to her about Chuck. Then I went to see Eleanor who told me the truth and asked me - well, threatened me into - not to tell anyone about Cornelia." Jenny explained. No one said a word, they were all astonished and lost in their thoughts. Chuck and Blair had an eighteen-year old daughter.

"Blair is going down because of the loss of her Cornelia. I don't understand Eleanor - she had the opportunity to make her daughter a little better and she decided against it. What kind of mother would do that to her daughter?" Nate asked.

"She thought Blair would be happier with Louis in Monaco, and she would have never been allowed to be with him if people had known the truth." Jenny said.

"Guess what, Eleanor was wrong! I hate her. Blair and Chuck would have been amazing parents, they would have loved that baby more than anything in the world. We would have been crazy uncles and aunts, the non judging breakfast club and its children." Serena said. She was clearly pissed.

"You're right. I'm sorry, I have to leave you all. I'll call you after my meeting with Cornelia." Jenny stood up and kissed them goodbye. She knew, when she looked in Serena's eyes, that she was forgiven, once and for all. Serena had blamed her her whole life for what happened between Blair and Chuck and for trying to break her relationship with Nate. But now, she was the one who had brought the light, a leap of faith in their lives and she could never thank her enough for that.

"It's pretty incredible how much she has changed" Serena stated once Jenny was gone. "I barely recognize the young smoky-eyed skinny girl I remember from our childhood." Nate and Dan agreed.

An awkward silence fell between the three of them, reminding them of the time where Serena couldn't choose between the two boys. Serena still felt attracted by Nate and vice versa, she took his virginity and that night would haunt them for the rest of their lives – even though Dan secretly wished he could make them both forget.

"So, what's up in New York?" Nate finally asked, smiling genuinely. Serena smiled back to him, so did Dan, and suddenly, they were back twenty years ago. They started chatting and laughing as if Chuck and Blair were having crazy sex at Chuck's or arguing or plotting against Georgina or Jenny – well, as if they were being Chuck and Blair.

Chuck's penthouse, Upper East Side.

Doctor Stein had just left the place and Chuck was alone, once again. The bar was empty – Serena, Dan and Nate took care of that months ago – and it was for the best. His liver gradually ceased functioning and Stein wasn't optimistic : complications started showing and time passing by, they wouldn't be able to control them. Chuck was taking small amounts of ciclosporin and tacrolimus, to prevent any organ rejection, if they can get one.

Chuck sighed and sat down next to a window, staring at the snow covering New York in white. Christmas holidays weren't his favorites, he preferred summer holidays because of the parties and the carefree feeling that floated in the air. Last summer may have been his last – and it scared him to death. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to leave this world without seeing her one last time, he needed to be sure she was okay – and she wasn't. One month ago, he had gone to her old flat and he had sat on her bed a whole night – hoping she'd show up and take him in his arms as she had done when his father died. She didn't come.

He had lost pounds – too much according to his relatives. He wanted to eat, to fight back, to survive but the food wouldn't stay in his stomach, he was sick. He didn't tell anyone, he didn't want to annoy Nate or Serena, but he was feeling all the weight of too many years of loneliness those days. When family were gathered around a joyful table, sharing gifts, laughing, he was alone. Of course, he hadn't been alone on Christmas Eve but in the end, in the middle of all his friends' children, he felt lost and alone.

"Fuck." he murmured, pissed at her, pissed at Fate, pissed at himself. He could have had a family, a real one, if he hadn't screwed up everything with her.They would have had amazing kids, a pretty girl named Audrey who would have looked exactly like her mother and a handsome, dark boy named Bart or Harold – or he didn't care at all what his name could have been because that boy would have been his and Blair's son and that was the only thing that would have mattered. He was sure they would have been happy, Blair wouldn't be so skinny – because he knew how to handle her and her bulimia.

"I deserve it – I let her down, she's dying and so am I. I cannot live knowing how much she's suffering because of me. I am not allowed to." he cursed.

He could almost feel it eating him from the inside, wrenching life away from him. He wanted to fight, but how can you fight against your own body?

Why? That question was permanently hanging in his mind, why him? Because of what he did to Blair? To Jenny? To girls he didn't remember the name? To persons he didn't know? Did a God he didn't believe in have any reason to punish him that way? He thought he should have gone to the Church more often but the next, he chuckled at the idea. He was a sinner, he belonged to the darkness and no God, no priest, no religion, nothing could ever influence his decisions except himself, the persons he loved and her – but a decision made because of her wasn't always very rational or good for him.

He groaned and moved away from the window. He needed some distractions from his ghosts. He turned on the TV and realized he was completely doomed.

... Princess Blair Grimaldi of Monaco may not be in place for long. Katerina Petrova, a Bulgarian socialite, was seen spending a lot of time with the Prince. They seem rather close, according to a maid of the Palace. So, what is going to happen to our dear New Yorker Princess? Will she go back to her welcoming – or maybe unwelcoming after all these years – Upper East Side or will she hide at her mother's, the famous Eleanor Waldorf? Only time will tell! About the Upper East Side, the rumor says that the infamous Chuck -

And Chuck switched on CNN. Fuck the gossip channels. Why didn't Serena tell him the new about Blair? Maybe because she didn't know – shit. Blair would need her best friend – better, she would need her best friends. The Non-judging Breakfast Club, without him. He knew very well that seeing each other so sick wouldn't help.

He called Serena, she was on his 2 speed dial – Blair was still 1 after all this time. "Hi, Chuck. How are you? Is something wrong?" Serena asked, she sounded worried.

"I'm okay sis, it's about Blair. I saw on the news that she was about to become a divorced woman and that Louis would marry a Bulgarian socialite. Did you know?" he said. He coughed loudly and Serena winced behind her phone. Everyday she feared to receive a call from the hospital telling her they had arrived too late, that her stepbrother was dead. But what she dreaded even more was to have to tell Blair that Chuck was dead. The news would kill her.

"Well, I heard about it but I never thought it was true. I guess I was wrong, did it sound serious?" she asked.

"Yes. They showed pictures of Louis and that Bulgarian bitch almost kissing and holding hands. She's going to need you, Nate and – it's a torture to say it but it's the truth – Lonely boy." he whispered in his phone. Serena could barely hear him but she didn't dare to ask him to speak louder, she knew how weak he was those days.

"I'll call Eleanor to confirm the rumor and then I'll call Blair to check on her. Don't worry, we'll take good care of her but we won't forget you, Chuck. You know we're here, right? We'll always be here for you." she said.

"Yeah. The Non-Judging Breakfast Club. Can't wait until our next meeting!" He could almost see her smiling and rolling her eyes. He smiled too.

"I call you back in two hours, alright? Take care of you, Chuck." He told to take care too and they hung up. For the umpteenth time in the day, Chuck sighed. She was haunting her. The whole place smelled like Chanel number 5, all he could hear was her laugh – and her cries –, he would never forget her and as much as he wanted her, he knew she would never be his again. Why? Because that meant a divorce, shame and failure. The Blair he had known would never accept failure and would never go back to him. So, to make sure she was happy, he would have to protect her and shield her from that Petrova bitch – he'd kill her if that meant that Blair could be happier than ever.

Well, what did you think? I hope Chuck wasn't too OOC (it's one of my fears. lol ) and what do you think of the tension between Nate and Serena? I still cannot choose between him and Dan (even though I love Dan's haircut in season 4).

Next chapter : the meeting between Jenny and Cornelia and Monaco :)

Nyah-Cullen.