A/N : Finally! I moved in my appartment and I finally have internet so I can post this chapter! I'm sorry for the time it took me to post - but I hope the wait will be worth it! Please, tell me what you think and once again, thank you all for your reviews :)

Paris

Cornelia was waiting in the hall of the Ritz hotel, too impatient to sit down, too embarrassed not to. She was expecting Chris' boss – a thin blond girl, she said. She wasn't very comfortable with the place, all the women were wearing couture clothes, the kind she could never afford. Who was she, after all, with her old cracked Louboutin?

"Cornelia, I guess?" somebody asked her.

Cornelia turned around to see who was talking to her and she realized it must have been Chris' boss. She stood up and was about to shake her hand when the woman took her in hers arms to kiss her on both cheeks.

"My name is Jenny Humphrey," she started "let's go upstairs, I booked a room so we could talk in private and no one could overhear our conversation." Cornelia nodded in agreement and followed Jenny to the elevator. She was surprised by her behavior, shouldn't she some kind of cold and arrogant bitch? Jenny had changed since she left New York and she was doing her best friend to be kind to people – well, to important people or to the ones she liked.

They took the elevator to the fourth floor where a room was waiting for her with a bottle of Muscat – Jenny's favorite alcohol since she moved in France – and some chocolates. They sat down on the two big and comfortable armchairs that seemed to be waiting for them. Jenny poured them a glass and held one to Cornelia who took it.

"Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Jenny – as I told you earlier. I work for Eleanor Waldorf, a famous designer from New York and I know who your parents are. By the way, you look definitely like both of them, it's amazing how you are the perfect mix of them both. The story of your origins is a very long and complicated one. Besides, you can't tell anyone about it for now because neither your mother nor your father knows about you – I told you, it's complicated – and they're both famous." Jenny said. She knew she had a lot to tell her so she took a sip of Muscat to refresh her throat. She also took a bite of a chocolate and proposed one to Cornelia who didn't take it – she was too nervous to eat.

"Okay – I won't tell anyone. But why didn't you contact me earlier? Why now? And, when do I get to meet them?" Cornelia asked. She was a barren of questions, she wanted to know everything about them.

"Because your grandmother – the one who made you adopted – forbade me to. But I learned something that forced me to act. Your father is sick, he has a liver cirrhosis and he needs a transplantation, you may be his only hope to survival." Jenny said grimly. She thought she sounded like a bad soap opera.

"Alright – I guess I could do that for my father but, who is he? I'm not even sure he wants to meet me if he doesn't know I exist! Who is that grandmother of mine?" Cornelia was lost.

"Your father is Chuck Bass and your mother is Blair Waldorf – well, Blair Grimaldi, princess of Monaco – which means that your grandmother is -"

"Eleanor Waldorf." Cornelia cut her off. "If Blair Grimaldi really is my mother, there are a few things I need to tell her and do because I won't sit here and do nothing while my mother is dying because of bulimia and depression. Now, please tell me the whole story." Confusion and questions were overwhelming the poor eighteen year old girl.

"Of course but don't worry, we're handling things. So, let me think, what am I going to start with?" Jenny paused for a second and then started to tell her the story of her life, from the day Serena came back to New York City to explain the alchemy between her parents to last Christmas Eve in New York where she learned Chuck's disease. Cornelia listened carefully to the woman who knew her parents and who – she realized – may have been responsible – or at least partly – for their break up.

"If I get it well, my parents are made for each other, unhappy apart but they stayed that way for the past nineteen years because Blair is married to some prince and she told Chuck he made her happy so he didn't do anything – aren't they a bit twisted?" Cornelia said. Jenny chuckled, she had perfectly gotten her parents.

"They definitely are. They Blair and Chuck, Chuck and Blair and to us – the ones who have known them at their best and their worst – it means everything. They'll eventually get back to each other, I don't doubt it. But I need to know, will you do the tests? And if they are positive, will you follow me to New York to give Chuck a piece of your liver?" Jenny asked her. The last two questions were what she came for that day. She cared about Chuck and Blair enough to want them to meet their daughter but she would have never dared to defy Eleanor's authority just by pure charity.

"Will I meet him and my mother? Will I get to help them to be better, to be together? If the answer is yes to these two questions – and I guess it is – I'm ready to do that. He's my father and I'm pretty sure he would have gone looking after me if he had known about my existence, wouldn't he?" Jenny nodded and Cornelia felt kind of relieved. But at the same, she was worried. Blair and Chuck were both in danger – different dangers but still, he had a cirrhosis and she got skinnier everyday.

"Then I guess we agree on something. You should take my phone number and call me when you need me. I'll be available next holidays to follow to New York." Cornelia said. She didn't even recognize her own voice, she spoke almost automatically. She was somebody self-confident, who knew what she wanted – she couldn't remember the last time she had been that way.

"Of course and if you have any questions, you can call me. I'll introduce you to Eleanor, your grandmother, if you want. She'll be back from Monaco soon." Jenny wasn't sure of Cornelia's feelings toward Eleanor, the woman who lied to her parents. The French girl wasn't all love and forgiveness for her grandmother but still, she was from her family and she wanted the best life for everyone – including her – and she couldn't complain about her adoptive family – she freaking loved them.

Monaco

Blair was sitting on a bench in the garden of the palace. She was wearing a fur coat that was keeping her warm. She was reading a book she didn't like but she had nothing else to do. Henry was out in Monaco with his grandparents – she hadn't wanted to go with them, she was tired – and Louis was nowhere to be seen. Well, he was until he showed up in front of her.

"Blair, my dear, I think we need to talk." he told her. She didn't answer instantly but carefully closed her book, stood up and stared at him in the eyes.

"You took your time." she said with a tone full of reproaches. He was startled by her sentence, he wasn't used to her being so direct and unkind. He knew she used to be a real sick manipulative bitch in high school – he had heard and seen it a few times – but he thought that time was far behind them. He was wrong. Blair was coming back to life, he shouldn't have allowed her to talk for hours with her old friends from New York and her family, she would have remained his own little puppet.

"Well, I'm -"

"Don't say you're sorry." she cut him off. "You fell in love with another girl, you had every right to when your wife was still in love with her ex. I wasn't a good wife to you, I gave you and your crown an heir and a stylish companion but still, I was nothing more. You're not sorry, I failed you, I failed us, I failed Henry, I even failed myself. Anyway, we have to handle thing carefully and smartly or people – by people, I mean Henry – will be hurt and our reputations will be ruined."

Louis didn't answer – he was surprised by Blair's behavior. She looked like she had grown stronger in a few days. She looked less thin and fragile but still, she wasn't the same old Queen Bee.

"Now, if you please, I'd like to keep reading my book, dear husband of mine." she said. She sat down and started reading again, not looking at him. He harrumphed and left, his pride had been wounded but he decided against hurting hers – the consequences might be awful.

Once Louis was out of sight, Blair sighed and breathed heavily, her lungs craving for oxygen. She tossed her book away and lay down on the bench. She was tired, so tired. Tears of anger and shame started to stream down her cheeks – years ago, she could have stood there, defying him, for hours, arguing with a sharp tongue and hurting him more and more. Now, even though she had taken back a piece of her old strength, she wasn't ready to be thrown in the arena with the lions.

You and I are magnetic... She suddenly raised her head, sensing his presence, hearing his voice. She looked around but he was nowhere to be seen. She was kind of relieved, she didn't want him to see so weak, so unworthy of him. But somehow, that sentence coming from the depth of her memory made her smile. If anyone had seen her this way, he or she would have thought Blair had lost her mind. She was smiling so widely, he face lit up like the Champs Elysées lit up on Christmas Eve, gorgeous, amazing, almost coming straight from a fairytale.

"You're coming back to me, aren't you?" she said aloud, to the wind. If two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back... Her smile widened. Was she crazy to smile at memories? To hope because of them? Or was it the truth? Was he really coming back for her?

A certain Bass gets sick but what about his beloved bulimic depressive ex? They may be dying defying their feelings years ago, but truth be told and the dark knight could finally save his not-so-white princess, or death will rip him out before he does? Only time will tell – XOXO, Gossip Girl.

So this is the end of the chapter! I hope you liked it. I wanted to add Gossip Girl, I hope it sounded like her - I tried, I swear! She is just a guest now but I want to make her a recurrent character - but it is not done yet ^^ Don't forget to review :)

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