DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gossip Girl.
Author's Note:
Greetings everyone! I am thrilled to present my take on Gossip Girl Season 6, where I aim to create a more inclusive and satisfying storyline for all characters and relationships involved. While the events leading up to Season 6 will remain unchanged, I will be providing an alternative narrative that adds depth and explores various pairings to give each character the ending they deserve.
In Chapter 1, I will address some minor alterations to the last episode of Season 5, setting the stage for the revamped Season 6. This will provide a seamless transition into the new storyline, maintaining the essence of the original series while offering a fresh perspective.
Throughout Season 6, I will ensure a balanced portrayal of all relationships, delving into the complexities and dynamics of each. By doing so, every character will have the opportunity to find their best possible pairing, allowing for more satisfaction among all of us who have invested in these connections.
While the overall plot of Season 6 will remain intact, I will be presenting it in a unique and engaging manner. So buckle up guys, I will try to be fair and choose the best possible relationship I find fit for each individual main character of the show.
P.s
Please be kind. :)
CHAPTER 1
Deleting each email message, one by one, from a Miss Blair Waldorf, became a painful ritual he couldn't avoid. The knowledge that she hadn't even given him the courtesy of explaining their breakup stung deeply. He had believed that their bond held enough respect for her to offer closure, to not leave him hanging in uncertainty. With two plane tickets to Rome lying before him, the reminder of their shattered love intensified his heartache. This pain of losing Blair, the person he cherished, ran far deeper than any previous heartbreak he had endured. Although he wasn't one to openly display his emotions, a solitary tear betrayed the anguish that consumed him.
As the departure time approached, his anguish gave birth to a tempting yet intrusive thought, urging him to seek retribution against those who had wronged him within the unforgiving realm of the Upper East Side.
In a moment of emotional vulnerability, Dan reached for his phone and dialed the last person anyone would have expected him to contact. "Get ready. We're leaving for Rome tonight," he uttered, his voice heavy with a weary sigh that mirrored the weight of his burden.
'How did everything go so wrong?' he pondered, his mind consumed by these thoughts. 'Hadn't I done everything right?' An unfamiliar anguish enveloped him, as if a heavy weight was crushing his chest. Placing his palm over his heart, he attempted to soothe the numbing pain that radiated within him. His trance was broken by the arrival of a mischievous-looking girl, entering the car and gently patting his shoulder to turn him towards her.
"Well, well, Dan Humphrey, have you come to whisk me away for a rendezvous under the Tuscan sun?" she teased. "Luckily for you, you're on my free pass list, or Philip would have put up a fuss."
"This invitation isn't about seduction, Georgina. It's about scandal," Dan replied with a heavy sigh.
"Can't a girl have both?" Georgina playfully quipped.
"I need your photographic memory and your passion for social upheaval to help me write a book about the Upper East Side," Dan confessed, his distress evident. "It's the book I should have written from the very beginning."
Georgina's smirk widened, a glint of excitement dancing in her eyes. "Mmm, nothing like a scorned lover to scorch the earth. I can hardly wait."
As a legendary schemer and an astute reader of people, Georgina could discern a look on Dan's face that she thought she had long forgotten. It was a glimpse of deep-rooted pain, a weariness that echoed within him. She couldn't help but be empathetic. Which was an odd emotion coming from her. Though unsure of why the thought had crossed her mind, it tumbled out of her mouth effortlessly. "I'll do you one better, Dan. It's time to bring your Gatsby dreams to life. But first, you need to tell me exactly how you and Blair ended things."
Dan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her sudden interest in the details of his painful journey. All he could muster was a mere shrug, giving the cab driver instructions to head towards the airport. He glanced back at New York, watching it gradually fade away.
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SPOTTED:
A GORGEOUS BLONDE ON THE RUN, WHAT IS IT SHE'S RUNNING AWAY FROM, THIS TIME?
"S" BOOKING A TICKET AT THE STATION AND SHE SEEMS TO ALWAYS CRAVE ISOLATION.
-XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL.
A shady-looking guy approached the ever-glamorous blonde. "Damien sent me," he said.
"Do you have what I asked for?" Serena inquired.
He handed her a small bottle of cocaine, completing his delivery. "Damien mentioned you liked to party," he continued.
"Leave," Serena commanded, interrupting him. The dealer smirked and walked away.
Gazing out over the vast expanse of New York City, Serena had no particular destination in mind. Her thoughts were consumed by what occurred at the Shepherd's Divorce Party.
She couldn't resist it. Dan was right there in front of her, both partially undressed due to her well-executed plan of spilling martinis on them. "I'm sorry. I can't protect Blair any longer. All she does is lie and scheme."
"I understand the scheming, but I don't believe Blair would ever lie to me. Not now."
"She'll never change, Dan. Can't you see? The Blair you love isn't the real Blair. It's the one you crafted in your book. And she will always love Chuck." The look on Dan's face gave Serena the perfect opportunity to end her plan. She closed the distance between them and kissed him on what she thought was to be a passionate kiss.
Unexpectedly, Dan pushed her away gently. "Serena..."
His rejection caught her off guard, but she believed there was still hope. "I love you, Dan. I always have."
"I'm in love with Blair. I want to be with her."
"Blair doesn't want to be with you, Dan. But I do. Doesn't that kiss mean anything? We were always good together."
"We were, Serena. When we were kids." Dan slowly buttoned his shirt and prepared to leave. He reached for Serena's dress to assist her when her phone fell and the camera was revealed to be on, recording their entire encounter. He grabbed it, and a text from Penelope appeared: 'I couldn't keep Blair distracted. She broke free. I'm sorry!'
Disbelief washed over Dan's face as he stared at Serena. She quickly grabbed her phone, feeling terrified about what Dan had just seen. "You manipulated me into believing it was over between Blair and me, and you orchestrated this situation to make me cheat on her?" Dan's anger started to rise. "What do you plan to do with that video? Are you going to post it on Gossip Girl?" He grabbed his coat and brushed past Serena on his way to the exit.
Serena's phone chimed again, displaying a message from Kati: 'Blair is back with Chuck.' She ran after Dan and grasped his shoulder, showing him the text on her phone. "Dan, Blair really did choose Chuck."
"I don't even know who you are anymore." Dan walked out on Serena, leaving her feeling devastated by her own actions.
'How did I end up here?' Serena questioned herself, lost in her thoughts as the weight of her terrible choices enveloped her. She couldn't help but cry herself to sleep, consumed by remorse.
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The aftermath of their passionate encounter left Chuck completely exhausted, causing him to drift into a deep sleep. It never ceased to amaze Blair how much energy she had to simply stay awake and admire the man she had professed her love to. 'You've fought for me all year. It's my turn to fight for you,' expressing her devotion. The intensity of their connection always overwhelmed her, as she gently caressed his cheeks, careful not to wake him, and left a tender kiss upon his lonely lips before turning away to find respite in slumber. As she closed her eyes, thoughts of Monte Carlo danced in her mind, imagining the beauty of the morning awaiting them.
Merely days ago, Blair found herself in Paris engaging in a conversation with her mother about taking over the family company. The prospect ignited a deep sense of excitement within her, as she sought to prove her capabilities and prove to her mother the strength of her ambition. However, her mind relentlessly interrupted her attempts at sleep. "The only reason Waldorf Designs has a future is because I gave up mine for it," Blair lamented, feeling a wave of despair wash over her. She struggled to comprehend the source and nature of these unsettling emotions. Her thoughts of their conversation continued.
'Now I have nothing,' Chuck's words echoed hauntingly within her.
"You have me," Blair quickly interjected, determined to offer solace to her beloved.
"It's not enough," Chuck confessed, his words cutting straight to her core.
As Blair rose from the bed, she found her way to the bar, seeking some water to moisten the parched feeling in her throat. Her gaze lingered on the man lying beside her, contemplating the weight of his declaration. The phrase, "I don't want to be Mr. Blair Waldorf... I'm Chuck Bass," reverberated endlessly in her mind, leaving her lost in a sea of conflicted thoughts and emotions, as she endeavored to find solace in the embrace of sleep.
In the wake of their passionate encounter, Chuck arose energized and emboldened, ready to seize control of his business empire. Armed with a USB drive obtained through their cunning poker game tactics, he believed he now held the advantage over his own father. Chuck promptly summoned room service and orchestrated a delectable breakfast in bed for his cherished companion, who lay delicately by his side.
However, even at this early hour, Chuck felt an irresistible allure to the taste of Scotch. Blair's peaceful slumber was disrupted by the squeaking sound of the breakfast trolley being dutifully wheeled in by the server, prompting her to open her eyes and catch sight of Chuck, effortlessly holding his drink while gazing out the window.
"Good morning," she softly murmured.
Upon hearing her voice, Chuck turned towards her, overcome with a triumphant sensation as he was reminded of the fervent connection they shared the previous night. "Breakfast awaits, Blair," he replied, pulling out a chair for her, "let us nourish ourselves."
She graciously accepted Chuck's invitation, a warm smile gracing her lips as she took her place beside him. The table before them boasted a classic continental breakfast, a tantalizing display that included an assortment of her most adored delights: freshly baked pastries, delicate croissants, creamy yogurt, and an artful arrangement of vibrant, succulent fruits.
Chuck's sudden movement caught her attention, as he rose from his seat and reached into his bag, retrieving a small box that held a promise. Its contents hinted at a ring—an object that could forever alter the course of their lives. Blair felt her heart quicken its rhythm, her mind momentarily blank as anticipation coursed through her veins. Yet, much to her surprise, Chuck did not bend down on one knee as tradition might dictate. Instead, he produced a glistening silver necklace from his pocket, captivating her gaze.
"Blair," he began, settling back into his seat, his piercing gaze locking onto hers, "I've carried this piece with me for an enduring length of time." His voice sounding determined, carrying the weight of unfinished endeavors. Chuck removed the ring from its confines, threading it onto the necklace with deliberate care. "Before I can truly embrace our future together, I must defeat my father first, resolve the intricacies I've set in motion," he continued. "I want you to wear this as a symbol of my promise, when all of this is over, we can be together again."
Blair felt an immense sense of relief wash over her, as the weight of Chuck's sudden proposal dissipated. The idea of plunging into marriage so abruptly was not something she desired at this moment. She had only just begun to assert herself within Waldorf Designs, and she yearned to prove her capabilities and expand her knowledge. Turning away slightly, she guided Chuck's gentle hands to fasten the necklace around her neck. His boldness restored by Blair's acceptance, he placed a swift, tender kiss upon the nape of her neck.
"I'll be travelling with Jack tomorrow," Chuck revealed, his voice filled with purpose. "He claims to have a lead that will further our cause." He placed his hands around her waist, "Tonight will be our last night together."
Blair was taken aback by Chuck's last statement. "When you say 'last,' what do you mean?"
Chuck met her gaze. "Blair, I need to pursue this path alone. This is something I must finish on my own."
A surge of emotions coursed through her being, mirroring the conflicting thoughts that swirled within her mind. In that decisive moment, Blair had believed that Chuck understood her desire to embark on this journey together, as a united front. She yearned to prove her unwavering commitment. With a steeliness in her tone, she implored, "Chuck, let me be a part of this."
A heavy sigh escaped his lips, betraying an undercurrent of frustration. His reply struck her like a sudden gust of wind extinguishing a flame. "Blair, I cannot deny that your presence, as enchanting as it may be, proves to be a distraction."
Blair felt the weight of his words settle upon her, threatening to drown her hopes and aspirations, an undeniable sense of bittersweet anticipation enveloped her. As Chuck prepared to embark on his daunting mission, Blair couldn't help but grasped the profound truth to his words again. 'I don't want to be Mr. Blair Waldorf… I'm Chuck Bass.' his declaration echoed in her mind again. Unable to tarnish his heartfelt promise, she simply nodded, mustering a gentle smile, and bestowed upon him a bewitching kiss.