A/N: No, as you can all see, I'm not dead - nor is this story! I'll keep writing when I have time, so here is the new chapter! The one everyone's expecting : THE MEETING! I won't spoil you guys so enjoy this chapter! ;) I got some remarks on the relationship between Cornelia and Damon, when I re-read the lasts chapters, I understood what you guys meant - I shouldn't have written it! I'll try not to write too much fluffy Damon/Cornelia! :)

Enjoy!

Paris, the suburbs.

"Are you sure they know where we are? They'll find it very small and all. Why don't you meet in the center of Paris?" Isabelle had spent the whole week asking her adoptive daughter about the New Yorkers and her life there. Now, she was worrying about their arrivals at her place and everything about them, actually.

"Stop worrying, mom! They're normal people and they'll be too worried about what's going to happen with Blair to care about the size or the decoration of our house. Besides, they are really nice people." Cornelia said, but she was stressed too. She missed them – more than words could say. She was dying to meet her mother, she wanted to kiss – and more – Damon, to see Serena's reassuring smile and Dan's intrigued frown, she wanted to laugh at Nate's clumsiness. Yeah, she really did miss them.

"So you say. I bet they're just a bunch of hypocrite and bitchy people. Like the one you're becoming, Cornelia. Or would you rather I call you C or Miss Waldorf-Bass?" Maxime ironically said. He wasn't in the mood of seeing them – or even Cornelia. He blamed her for everything that was going wrong in his life at that moment – his bad results in class, his father's mood, his friends laughing at him for his dental apparel, etc.

"Maxime!" Isabelle exclaimed. "Don't talk that way to your sister. She may have changed in some ways but it's normal after all, she's also growing up, you'll end up changing too."

"She is no sister to me." he muttered before leaving the living room where everyone was waiting for the Americans to arrive. Daniel stood up to yell something at him but Cornelia stopped him. She understood her brother's mood and didn't hold it against him. She checked her phone and see no new message from the New Yorkers. Their plane had landed two hours ago – Serena, Damon and Chuck all sent her a text to tell her.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Cornelia was first to rush to the door. Isabelle and Daniel both took time to give a quick glance through the window to see how they looked like. After that, they exchanged a look, they looked like old farmers compared to the people coming.

"Oh Gosh I missed you!" Cornelia said, running in Chuck's arms, and then hugging everyone, finishing with Damon. She stared at him in the eyes, enjoying the sight of him, the feeling of his arms around her small body and the warmth of him invading her before none of them could resist it anymore – they kissed. That resembled a lot to their first kiss, even more full of passion and unfulfilled lust. They needed each other – physically, emotionally.

"Mom, Dad, come. I'd like to introduce you to – well, my father, Chuck Bass and my – aunt? Serena and her husband, Dan. Here is Nate Archibald and his wife Raina and the last but not the least, Chuck's lawyer, Damon Salvatore." Cornelia told them.

"It's nice to finally meet you, please, come in." Isabelle invited them. Cornelia couldn't help but smiling at the sight of her family – biological and adoptive – reunited. There were only two persons missing – Maxime and Blair. After a few minutes, the first one eventually went down in the living room to greet the newcomers. Cornelia introduced him to all of them and they carried on talking. Isabelle and Daniel were very worried about their daughter, who were those persons after all? They had lied, cheated and betrayed one another several times, their reputation followed them – they were said cupid, eager of power and other many things not pretty. But time passing by, Isabelle couldn't make out any of those flaws out of them.

"Well, I just got a text from Jenny." Serena said. "Eleanor called her – she went for a walk on the Pont de l'Alma, she won't be there before an hour or two."

"Then we should get going." Cornelia said, standing up. "Dad, Mom, we'll come back later." The way she said was awkward, as if she hesitated on the word "back", she did want it, didn't she? For now, all she actually wanted was to finally meet her biological mother.

Paris, around le Pont de l'Alma.

They walked hastily along the streets of Paris, their hearts were pounding in their chest – how long had it been since they last saw her? Too many years, nineteen for most of them, only eight for Serena and Dan. She was there, near, Chuck could feel her, her scent – still Chanel n°5 after all these years -, her presence. He couldn't walk faster – it would have been running otherwise. God, he had missed her so much. Now he was so close, he should be able to wait a few minutes more in order to make it perfect – but he couldn't. He was Chuck Bass and half of his heart, his soul had been missing for almost two decades. He needed it back – so freaking much. In the battle of surviving the separation, he hadn't won – but neither had she -, he had made it through thanks to them, their friends and mostly thanks to the young woman walking behind him as fast as him in heels as high as her mother's.

"Chuck! Walk slower! If we make it before her, there won't be no effect of surprise!" Serena shouted at him, breathing heavily.

He paused and turned around to wait for the others. Cornelia was already by his side. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at her and hugged her tightly, squeezing her petite body, holding onto her because she was his family, her blood and flesh and he loved her so much. She was his baby and even though he hadn't watched her growing up, he could picture it in his mind, he could picture her wicked smirk at the young age of six, the same as his, staring back at him in the mirror, more than thirty years ago.

"Chuck..." it was a faint whisper coming from his left. He raised his head and saw Serena staring at him with shocked eyes and mouth wide open. He let go of Cornelia who suddenly froze, mimicking Serena's expression.

He slowly turned around, dreading what – or better, who – was behind him. It was like in the movies, the slow motion of the camera, the silence surrounding the hero and finally, the face everyone was staring at.

And there she was. After two decades, the loss of a baby, sickness, bulimia, the birth of a boy, the reappearance of a daughter, weddings, birthdays, love, hatred, passion – or its lack – and mostly pain, she was standing in front of them all, perched on Manolo Blahnik, holding tightly her little Dior bag against her Diane von Furstenberg coat. She was so thin, so small compared to the huge pond she was standing on.

"Blair!" Chuck gasped in shock. He made a few steps toward her but she backed away and tried not to look at him. She looked like a scared animal in front of the hunter.

"Blair, don't be scared. It's just us. We came here to see you, we missed you so much, B!" Serena said, rushing to take Blair in her arms. But she didn't hug her back first.

"S, I told you I would come back when I'm ready. I'm glad to see you but – but it's a lot to take in." Blair said in a low voice. She sounded so weak! Serena grabbed her hand and smiled at her. Her bestfriend's face hadn't changed in all those years, still the same brown eyes, chocolate curls, deep dimples waiting for a smile to appear and the soft and petite shape of her body.

"I'm sorry. We so wanted to see you!" Serena, always the cheerful blond girl – well, she was back to her old self with her best friend around.

"It's okay. What's Chuck doing here? And who's she?" Blair whispered to her friend. But Chuck and Cornelia heard her, they exchanged a look and Blair mistook it for what it wasn't. All she had wanted the past months was to rush back to New York – and to Chuck – but here he was! Standing in front of her with a girl that looked exactly like her to gloat. He was happy? Fine, she would prove him she was too anyway.

"He came for you and so did she." Serena explained. "There's a lot to talk about, do you know some place where we could go talking?"

"I do. But I'm not sure I want her to come, I don't any of Chuck's bitches around me. I spent a lifetime getting rid of girls who thought they were "just like me" because they had spent a night with him and thought he had broken their heart." Blair muttered. She was back from the shock now, she knew what she wanted – and she didn't want to have to bear that girl's presence. She was Blair Waldorf, she had been Princess of Monaco, she was the mother of a ten-year old and after all, she was ready to take back her title of Queen Bee.

"B, she's part of the story we all came here to tell you. I swear Chuck never kissed or had sex with her, what you saw was nothing. She's dating the cute blue-eyed dark-haired man behind me and she has no reason to cheat on him, I swear you have to let her come or you'll regret it." Serena pleaded.

"Fine." Blair conceded. "I know a place close to here, follow me. Take my arms and help me, I'm feeling a bit drowsy." Serena grabbed her arm and started walking, the other following close behind. She dared a glance at her friend, she looked very pale. They shouldn't have surprised her that much, they were outnumbering her and she might feel a bit surrounded.

"Do you think she actually saw us?" Dan asked Nate low enough for Blair not to hear. Nate shrugged, he was a bit surprised Blair hadn't acknowledged their presence. Dan and he had been her best friends too, and once lovers, she may not have noticed them, too preoccupied by Chuck and Cornelia's presence.

"I think she's still not quite her old self, give her some time. She hasn't forgotten you two, I'm sure." Raina tried to reassure them, even if she wasn't quite an expect in Blair Waldorf's behavior. The men nodded, lost in their thoughts.

"Give me a hint, I don't want to be too startled by what you guys are about to tell me." Blair asked Serena.

"I can't, it would give everything away and I want you to be sitting down when we tell you all this. Oh, well, I think there's a little something I can tell you, B, Chuck came to win you back, but hush, I didn't say anything, right?" Serena murmured. Blair nodded and glanced at Chuck, walking behind them. He had changed somehow but maturity – or the look of it – suited him perfectly. She couldn't hold back a smile, so she was wrong, he hadn't come to gloat. He was there for her.

"It took him long enough!" Blair sighed, almost laughing as Serena rolled her eyes.

"I'm so glad to see you smile, B. I mean, a genuine smile, not the lifeless smiles you gave to the medias when you were in Monaco." Serena said, tightening her hold on Blair's arm.

Spotted – the Non-Judging Breakfast Club plus four all reunited in the city of lovers – can it be the sign of a reborn flame? The New Girl seems to be in the way, or is she? Some say Chuck looks at her with father love eyes but some say, according to her looks, that she's the new Queen Bee of us all. I guess we'll have to wait and C! XOXO, Gossip Girl.

So, what did you think? Now they finally met but the talk is still to come! Anyway, this story - well, the meeting actually - hasn't turned as I was picturing it in my mind (I had been thinking of Blair sitting on a bench, reading some romantic novel and Chuck arriving and her, surprised and shocked, falling into his embrace. I don't know which one is better, tell me?).

Next chapter : The TALK! ;)

Nyah-Cullen.