light surrounding you. (chuck/blair)
Light Surrounding You
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,049
Spoilers: None.
Summary: They both thought their silence would last for good.
Written for
choco_dreamer: And if you never had my heart/ I would've never called you back/ At the start that night/ And I want you to know ~ Light surrounding you, Evermore
It starts with a phone call.
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A phone call comes and Chuck happens to miss it. It's not intentional, he was in a business meeting. And by the time he realizes he's missed her call, it's four hours later and an entire ocean and ten years separates the two.
He stares at her name sitting in his missed calls list, his fingers aching to press the 'Call' button sitting right at the bottom of the screen. But he convinces himself that it was a mistake. His name must still sit in her contacts list out of habit and she had mistakenly selected his number.
That's it.
+
His phone rings at three in the morning the next night. He only hears the ringtone in time for it to silence completely. It's the same ringtone for everyone, but something about this feels different to him. It's as if he knows it was her calling him.
He convinces himself that it's all just a figment of his imagination and he needs to go back to sleep. But he can't.
He stares at his ceiling for what feels like hours before he decides to climb out of bed and check his phone. It's her name alright.
He knows this is not an accident this time, this is fate calling.
But Chuck Bass is not a romantic (not that he'd ever admit it out loud to anyone, but her) and doesn't believe in fate, so he deletes his missed calls list and climbs back into bed.
+
When his phone doesn't ring with her name blazing across the screen the next day, he has his assistant make sure that there's nothing wrong with it. She assures him that it's fine, but he asks for a new phone anyway - just in case. He can't miss any business calls, he says.
He receives all his business calls, each one more important than the last but the one call that never comes is the most important to him.
He swears that he'll answer it this time. He swears that he will listen to fate calling.
But the call never comes.
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Chuck Bass is drunk dialing.
He doesn't know what has happened to him, he never even did this when he was seventeen and beyond idiotic, but here he is - almost thirty and he is drunk dialing the one girl you never drunk dial (unless, of course, you happen to be her best friend begging for her to come pick you up from some hip bar at two in the morning).
It takes four rings before she answers.
“Hello,” she says with somewhat of an exasperated sigh. He can see the face to match her voice and it makes his cheeks warm with delight - although that may be the scotch he's been sipping on for the past three hours.
“Hello Waldorf,” he mumbles.
“Hello Chuck.”
It's silent for a few seconds but to Chuck it feels like an hour.
“So, you've been calling?”
“Yes, I have.” She's short with him. But hasn't she always been? He can't remember.
“And?”
The word hangs in the air for far too long.
+
It was a fight when they were eighteen or nineteen that tore them apart. He'd hurt her, yet again, and she'd cried her last tears. He told her to go on without him, to forget him, love someone else because this would never work. She was too good for him and he'd never be able to live happily knowing that she'd settled for something less.
It was a mantra Chuck had been used to telling her, but like the stubborn little girl she'd always been, she didn't listen. So he did the only thing he could to make her leave - he cheated on her.
And of course she found out, Gossip Girl was still relevant. Everyone still received the blasts on their phone and Chuck read the blast sitting in his inbox in the middle of a meeting. By the time he arrived at the penthouse they shared, all of her things were moved out.
He wanted to apologize. He wanted to send flowers and gifts and hell for a moment, he even wanted to stand outside of her window with a boombox blasting Peter Gabriel's “In Your Eyes”, all in the vain attempt that she would forgive him just this one last time so she could be around for the next time he made yet another mistake.
He wanted to apologize, but he never did.
He stayed away because he knew it was the best thing for her. And this time, Blair decided not to chase after a boy who was more in love with the game than her.
+
They both thought their silence would last for good.
It was abruptly ended when Blair's phone started to vibrate in her purse. She fished for it in the backseat of a limo (of course it would happen in the backseat of a limo, she thinks today) and her breath stopped in her throat as she saw his name blinking up at her.
She always thought Chuck had more self control than to reach out to a girl, especially one he hadn't spoken to in almost ten years. She knows if she answers, he will swear it's an accident involving foreign liquors and another lonely night in his hotel room
Blair doesn't answer, just like she knows he expects her to. She also knows what's coming next; his ego was too large to be wounded by an ignored call that goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text.
“Sorry, wrong Blair.”
She refuses to respond.
+
It's still silent on the other end, the conjunction gathering dust as it sits in limbo over the phone line, somewhere between New York and London.
Chuck presses the phone to his ear a little bit harder, hoping to bring her voice and her self closer to him. Hoping to bring the ten year silence to a stop if he could only pull her over the phone line. It was he who pushed her away, but all he has wanted to do for the past ten years was pull her to him again.
“And,” she finally says in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I forgive you.”
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It ends with a phone call.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,049
Spoilers: None.
Summary: They both thought their silence would last for good.
Written for
choco_dreamer: And if you never had my heart/ I would've never called you back/ At the start that night/ And I want you to know ~ Light surrounding you, Evermore
It starts with a phone call.
+
A phone call comes and Chuck happens to miss it. It's not intentional, he was in a business meeting. And by the time he realizes he's missed her call, it's four hours later and an entire ocean and ten years separates the two.
He stares at her name sitting in his missed calls list, his fingers aching to press the 'Call' button sitting right at the bottom of the screen. But he convinces himself that it was a mistake. His name must still sit in her contacts list out of habit and she had mistakenly selected his number.
That's it.
+
His phone rings at three in the morning the next night. He only hears the ringtone in time for it to silence completely. It's the same ringtone for everyone, but something about this feels different to him. It's as if he knows it was her calling him.
He convinces himself that it's all just a figment of his imagination and he needs to go back to sleep. But he can't.
He stares at his ceiling for what feels like hours before he decides to climb out of bed and check his phone. It's her name alright.
He knows this is not an accident this time, this is fate calling.
But Chuck Bass is not a romantic (not that he'd ever admit it out loud to anyone, but her) and doesn't believe in fate, so he deletes his missed calls list and climbs back into bed.
+
When his phone doesn't ring with her name blazing across the screen the next day, he has his assistant make sure that there's nothing wrong with it. She assures him that it's fine, but he asks for a new phone anyway - just in case. He can't miss any business calls, he says.
He receives all his business calls, each one more important than the last but the one call that never comes is the most important to him.
He swears that he'll answer it this time. He swears that he will listen to fate calling.
But the call never comes.
+
Chuck Bass is drunk dialing.
He doesn't know what has happened to him, he never even did this when he was seventeen and beyond idiotic, but here he is - almost thirty and he is drunk dialing the one girl you never drunk dial (unless, of course, you happen to be her best friend begging for her to come pick you up from some hip bar at two in the morning).
It takes four rings before she answers.
“Hello,” she says with somewhat of an exasperated sigh. He can see the face to match her voice and it makes his cheeks warm with delight - although that may be the scotch he's been sipping on for the past three hours.
“Hello Waldorf,” he mumbles.
“Hello Chuck.”
It's silent for a few seconds but to Chuck it feels like an hour.
“So, you've been calling?”
“Yes, I have.” She's short with him. But hasn't she always been? He can't remember.
“And?”
The word hangs in the air for far too long.
+
It was a fight when they were eighteen or nineteen that tore them apart. He'd hurt her, yet again, and she'd cried her last tears. He told her to go on without him, to forget him, love someone else because this would never work. She was too good for him and he'd never be able to live happily knowing that she'd settled for something less.
It was a mantra Chuck had been used to telling her, but like the stubborn little girl she'd always been, she didn't listen. So he did the only thing he could to make her leave - he cheated on her.
And of course she found out, Gossip Girl was still relevant. Everyone still received the blasts on their phone and Chuck read the blast sitting in his inbox in the middle of a meeting. By the time he arrived at the penthouse they shared, all of her things were moved out.
He wanted to apologize. He wanted to send flowers and gifts and hell for a moment, he even wanted to stand outside of her window with a boombox blasting Peter Gabriel's “In Your Eyes”, all in the vain attempt that she would forgive him just this one last time so she could be around for the next time he made yet another mistake.
He wanted to apologize, but he never did.
He stayed away because he knew it was the best thing for her. And this time, Blair decided not to chase after a boy who was more in love with the game than her.
+
They both thought their silence would last for good.
It was abruptly ended when Blair's phone started to vibrate in her purse. She fished for it in the backseat of a limo (of course it would happen in the backseat of a limo, she thinks today) and her breath stopped in her throat as she saw his name blinking up at her.
She always thought Chuck had more self control than to reach out to a girl, especially one he hadn't spoken to in almost ten years. She knows if she answers, he will swear it's an accident involving foreign liquors and another lonely night in his hotel room
Blair doesn't answer, just like she knows he expects her to. She also knows what's coming next; his ego was too large to be wounded by an ignored call that goes straight to voicemail, so he sends a text.
“Sorry, wrong Blair.”
She refuses to respond.
+
It's still silent on the other end, the conjunction gathering dust as it sits in limbo over the phone line, somewhere between New York and London.
Chuck presses the phone to his ear a little bit harder, hoping to bring her voice and her self closer to him. Hoping to bring the ten year silence to a stop if he could only pull her over the phone line. It was he who pushed her away, but all he has wanted to do for the past ten years was pull her to him again.
“And,” she finally says in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I forgive you.”
+
It ends with a phone call.