A/N : So here is the new chapter! I wrote this one faster thanks to your reviews that motivated me to write! I'll do my best to post soon but I have some exams to take first (next week, it'll be almost over so then I can write again :)). I don't know what you guys think of that season of GG but I start to like it more (does it have anything to do with Chuck apologising to Blair and next episode's promo where they look like they're about to kiss? Nooo, of course not.) ! I want Chair. I want the epicness back, I want Blair to throw away that stupid French boy who doesn't understand her - and who never will! Anyway, I hope you'll like that chapter :)

Paris

"So, how are you doing today?" Harold asked his daughter. Blair looked up at him from her yogurt and smiled at him.

"I'm fine, Daddy, don't worry. I'll only go better, I guess. I'm more worried about Henry and the separation with his father, the divorce and the consequences on his life. I'm afraid he blames me for everything or blames his father, I wish he could get the life he deserves." she said.

"And he'll get it. You're a good mother, Blair, but carrying on with Louis would have killed you and I'm sure Henry wouldn't have been happy with it." Harold reassured her.

"Yeah, you're right. When do you think I could bring him to New York? I don't want to rush him but I'm starting to miss the city more than anything..." she whispered in order not to be heard by her son who was supposed to be sleeping.

"Soon. Let him adjust to a life without his father." he smiled at his daughter, knowing happiness was to surround her and never let her go. He still felt ashamed about what they did almost nineteen years ago, about what Chuck and Cornelia must have gone through – but he knew in the end, they'd all end up happy.

"I guess you're right. I just want to go back to my old self. I want to feel proud of myself, strong and not that weakling little thing Gossip Girl said I am. I am not weak, not anymore." She said, and then added in her head "I won't be anymore, because I'll get back my strength. I'll get him back and we will be invincible." But still, Blair was too weak. Her health wasn't as good as she had wished and she needed to sleep a lot more than a woman of her age. Blair was still a Grimaldi – the divorce had yet to be pronounced and she feared the royal family would do anything to take Henry away from her, that, she wouldn't survive.

"You will rise from the ashes as a Phoenix, Blair. You're a Waldorf and you're your mother's daughter, you have fire and rage boiling up in your blood, you just have to let the beast out and I swear, you will be more powerful and respected than ever." he told her. She rose from her seat and took him in her arms, she needed her family now. Her whole family.

Upper East Side, New York.

Chuck Bass, I love you. I love you so much that it consumes me.

"Alright. That story is – well, it's very representative of my relationship with Blair. Lies, secrets, love, passion and fate. I was shocked when Serena told me your story – I'm still a bit startled though. I trust you and that story, I don't even need DNA test to recognize my own flesh and blood. The only thing I regret is not having the opportunity to meet you earlier." Chuck didn't really what to say to that young French woman. He needed to face the truth – and Blair's secret. Why hadn't she told him anything back then? He would have been there for her, he would have stood up to protect her from a too soon wedding after the loss of her child – of their child. He would have been there for her, through everything.

The darkest thought you've ever had, the worst thing you've ever done, I'll stand by you through anything.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. I've been looking for you – and Blair – for the past year and I'm so – so happy to finally find you. It's unbelievable. My mother thought Blair – well, Eliza – had been raped by my birth father that's why she never wanted to tell me the truth. If she had known, be sure she would have done anything in her power to find you." Cornelia said. They had been talking for the past hours, the others were waiting outside, letting them have some kind of peace.

"I'm sure of that, too. Now, you know there's something we have left to do, right?" he asked her.

"Getting back my mother and making her better." she answered, beaming a smile at her father.

"And make us invincible. The Basses." he almost whispered the last word, as if to let mystery envelop it. Cornelia couldn't hold back a smile at that name – she was a Bass, Cornelia Bass, and that made her so proud of her origins, her parents, their fates, their paths and everything they had been through and they would go through before they could all be reunited.

"The Basses..." she repeated in a sigh, almost dreaming. She was part of something bigger than her – bigger than everything she had ever known – and that was very exciting for her.

"Yes. I need my lawyer to make the papers to recognize you officially as my daughter but nothing will be publicly announced without yours and Blair's consent, don't worry. I call him." Chuck did shout for him and Cornelia couldn't help but smirk. There would be time for explanations with Damon and she was sure that would be funny.

The lawyer came in and stood in front of Cornelia's bed, next to Chuck. He waited for Chuck to give him orders – well, usually, he wasn't that servile but he didn't know how to act in front of Chuck's daughter and now his boss had found he was a father.

"Well, Damon, why are you so shy? She's my daughter and based on that fact, she'll soon be your boss. She's still studying but as my heir, I hope she'll come to work with me at Bass Industries. So I'd like you to make papers to recognize her as my daughter and everything needed, you know. Do your best, as usual." Chuck said.

"Of course, Mr Bass." Damon answered. Chuck looked up at him in disbelief. He hadn't called him "Mr Bass" since the day they went to Vegas together, four years ago.

"Why are you acting so weird, Damon?" Chuck asked.

"I guess it's because he tried to flirt with me during the flight back to New York, of course, he didn't know who I was." Cornelia intervened, half-laughing. Damon suddenly stiffened and Chuck purposely frowned at him to make him feel more anxious.

"Well, Chuck I didn't know who she was and you must that -"

"My daughter looks like her mother – and a bit like me, I must say. Yeah, she's the most gorgeous young person you'll ever meet, you're allowed to flirt with her, Damon. Don't hurt her." he said, and then added to Cornelia "Hurt him as much as you want, but not too badly, he's a good lawyer and I kind of like him." The three of them laughed – even though Damon was still a bit anxious. He dared to finally looked straight in Cornelia's eyes, only to find amusement. Cornelia definitely looked like her father – but in an attractive way, to Damon. She had the same hurt in her eyes, the same "I hold back what I think, what I feel" look, the same smirk. Damon knew Chuck's story and knowing now Cornelia's, he realized father and daughter were far more alike than anyone would have expected.

"Well then, I think you should take me on date as soon as I get out of the hospital, to make sure I won't complain about you to Ch- my father." Cornelia said with a wide amused smile. Damon smiled back to her and nodded. That time, Chuck frowned and glared at the lawyer – yeah, he agreed that the boy could date his daughter but he wasn't joking about the "don't hurt her" threat, if Damon treated her like he treated Blair – property – then he would have to take him out. No one would hurt his daughter that way, he had realized many years ago it wasn't a way to treat the woman you love, because you could end up losing her – that's exactly what happened to him.

"Chuck, I know you wish to spend as much time as possible with Cornelia but the doctor said you both needed to rest. So, maybe you could use some sleep and then see each other afterward?" Serena said, entering the room. Chuck nodded, even though he didn't want to leave his daughter's side, and they both said their goodbyes til they woke up. Cornelia easily felt asleep and so did Chuck in his bed, thanks to the drugs Stein had given them. Otherwise, Chuck wouldn't have been able to sleep because of the plan he was slowly building – a plan to reunite his family for everyone's happiness.

If two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back.

Paris.

"Mom, do you think she'll come back eventually?" Maxime asked Isabelle.

"I'm sure she will." Isabelle tried to reassure her son, but she herself wasn't that much reassured. She had brought up Cornelia, she had soothed her all along those nineteen years but those persons were her biological parents, they had been fooled, they never wanted to give up for adoption. Cornelia had every right to blame them – partly. Her mother was a princess, her father was the famous and powerful CEO of a huge company, she was bound to inherit from both of them and become some kind of queen, superstar or whatever you become when you're such persons' child. Isabelle tried to teach her daughter to ignore the glitter and the glamor to prefer family and true love but she knew inside that Cornelia had always been attracted by that world.

Anyway, Cornelia was a good girl. That world might try to change her but if her parents, the people around her back there, were smart enough, she would never change radically.

"I don't trust you on that, but I hope you're right." Maxime said. "I don't want her gone, she's my big sister and I'm going to miss her if she goes to live there."

"Well, I think she will end up living there, Max. Mr Bass is a powerful man who could get her a very good job in his society, and she would be fool to refuse it. One day, I guess, she might even run that company, you know." Isabelle told her son.

"Really? But Bass Industries is – wow, it's one of the biggest company of the world. I don't see Cornelia running such a company." he exclaimed. Actually, he saw her running Bass Industries but he couldn't believe it, how could she do it, after all? She wasn't born in that world even though she belonged to it, she wasn't a shark or a manipulative bitch ready to do what has to be done to get what she wants!

"I don't know. Mr Bass is her father and she must his only heir so I guess when he dies, she'll inherit the company. Anyway, call your father, the dinner's ready." Max called his father by screaming his name from the kitchen and then sat down on his chair around the table. There was an empty seat next to him – and that hurt him.

Isabelle knew something big was about to shake their lives – someday, everyone would know who Cornelia really was and that day, their family would be under the spotlights. Isabelle would have to stand for her family, to protect them from that awful world outside and she secretly hoped Cornelia would help her too. After all, she was a Dupont before she was Waldorf-Bass.

Well, what did you think? We're getting closer to the end of that fanfiction.. Maybe five or six chapters! There are things I have to deal with first :) Don't forget to leave a review to tell me what you thought of that chapter ;)

PS : I used quotes from GG and I don't even know why. They popped out into my mind when I was writing (and watching Chair vids on Youtube.. ) and I felt like putting them here!

Nyah-Cullen.