Fix You.
Summary: AU. TV BASED. Serena never left, instead she carried on down her self-destructive spiral. Dan's a musician, a poet, and when he sings, the world stands still. Can they find each other? Can Dan change Serena or is it too late?? D/S N/B/C
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl!!
I'd like to thank EdieRose!! Thanks for the editing!
Background Info: Serena never slept with Nate but went to see Georgina straight away, after events are the same. She didn't go to boarding school. Instead she tried to bury her guilt and troubles in partying and alcohol. Dan's never forgotten the lively blond girl he met at a party on October 8th 2005. He now plays music to try and earn money for his college future. Rufus and Lily have never met because personally that creeps me out! Dan's also in a rock/indie group. Because Serena never left Eric never tried to kill himself, though he is quite conflicted about things.
Chapter 1 -
When You Look Me In The Eyes.
Serena stumbled into her apartment, trying not to wake her brother and mom. It had been another night out with Georgina, her alias for that night was Jess, a NYU student and once again she'd drunken half the bar's stock. She swore loudly as she stubbed her bare toes on the side on the entrance table. She quickly listened to see if her mom had woken but heard no sound of her mom getting up and breathed a sigh of relief as she tip-toed into the kitchen, freezing at the sight of her younger brother, Eric van der Woodsen, sitting on the island, his eyebrows raised and a glass of water with an aspirin next to in his hands.
"Hey sis," he muttered, jumping off the counter and handing her the pill and liquid.
"Eric..." Serena trailed off desperately, seeing the angry and hurt look in her brother's eyes.
"I don't want to hear it; I don't want to know who the guy was." Eric shook his head, "I'm tired of covering for you, telling Mom that you're at Blair's and you're staying late, or when you don't even get back, lying and staying you rang me to say you're at Blair's when really I don't have a fucking clue! Do you think its nice having to always worry where you are? What if you're lying unconscious while some nameless guy rapes you?!" Eric asked in a livid whisper.
"Eric..." Serena tried again, desperate.
"You don't, because all you've ever cared about is yourself Serena." Eric shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I'm done covering for you, you need help," Eric told her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a number of brochures.
"You're drunk ninety percent of the time, or high, and I can't do it anymore!" Eric shook his head again, "I can't just watch."
"I'm not going to rehab," Serena told him firmly, picking up the aspirin and downing it with the water. "Thanks," she murmured before leaving the kitchen.
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"Nice set," the owner of 'Soul', Max, told Dan, clapping him on the back.
'Soul' was a downtown Manhattan music club, debuting new music with a bar and dance floor. Dan was a regular there, playing every Friday and Saturday nights either solo or with his band, trying to save up money to help him to pay for his dream college, Dartmouth or Yale. His parents had enough money to send him to a posh private school on a half scholarship but if he got into Yale or Dartmouth they'd be struggling a lot. That's why Dan did what he could, working most nights. Monday through to Wednesday he worked in an UPS book store after school and Sunday he left free.
"Thanks," Dan smiled, packing up his acoustic guitar and slinging it over his well muscled shoulder, looking over at two girls who were giggling and pointing at him.
"Here, the crowd like's you, especially the women," Max laughed slightly as he handed him his pay for the night, including tips.
"Cheers and I'm not so sure 'bout the girls' thing," Dan said, shaking his head and sliding into a booth.
"Who's the girl then?" Max asked, sitting down opposite Dan and handing him a beer.
"The girl?" Dan asked, taking a sip.
"You've been coming here for nearly three months, there must be someone who inspires your lyrics," Max shrugged.
"Her name's Serena and...she has absolutely no idea who I am," Dan told Max, looking down in embarrassment.
"Oh, well then, you have to put yourself out there, make her notice you," Max told him, standing up. "See you later". He clapped him on the back once again before disappearing off behind stage.
"Great," Dan muttered, downing the rest of his beer before standing up and heading out the club.
XOXO...XOXO...XOXO...XOXO...XOXO...XOXO...XOXO...XOXO...
"Come on S, it'll be fun!" Blair begged that Saturday after five hours of retail therapy.
"Is there a bar?" Serena asked.
"Of course," Blair told her, rolling her eyes at her best friend.
"Who's going again?" Serena asked, picking up some Jimmy Choo's and examining them.
"Me, Nate, Chuck," Blair's scowled at the sound of her boyfriends best friend, "Kati and Iz."
"And its downtown? Blair Waldorf is downtown?" Serena asked, now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows.
"Well Nate recommended it and I thought we could go, things have been...patchy recently so..." Blair trailed off, leaving the rest for Serena to work out.
"My god you're a good girlfriend, I'd hate it!" Serena muttered, walking into Starbucks and over to the counter.
"Why?" Blair asked, ordering two cappuccinos before sitting down.
"The fact that I wouldn't have my freedom, the constant holding down, the need to be someone just to impress them, it's like being bonded with rope," Serena shook before talking a sip of her drink.
"Yeah, but it's the stability, the fact that you know they'll always be there, to talk or whatever and you're wrong, you can be whoever you want to be with them, most of the time anyway," Blair shrugged.
"I guess some people are better off alone," S shrugged.
"You won't be alone S, not forever," Blair reassured her.
"So what time are we meeting and where?" Serena asked.
"We'll meet at 'Soul' at eight," Blair told her.
"Great," Serena nodded, taking another sip of her drink, thinking about what Blair had said about stability.
Eight o'clock came around fast, Blair and Serena hung out until it did, deciding it was better to go together and then meet the others there, it wasn't the type of place you went to in a limo or in your best Jimmy Choo's. Serena looked in the mirror, examining her outfit; black skinnies with knee high boots and a striped tank top with a jacket. Perfect, she thought, looking over at Blair, who was putting the finishing touch to her eyeliner. They smiled as they headed out to the taxi that was to take them to 'Soul'.
When they got there and had met up with the rest, the bands were taking ten, which gave Chuck the perfect opportunity to slip away and return with two pretty girls carrying trays of shots. Chuck gave them one of his killer smiles as they placed them down, and a request to keep them coming.
Dan looked out from back stage once he'd finished tuning his guitar and was shocked to 'the girl', the subject of his songs, Serena van der Woodsen, sitting in the audience, surrounded by her friends. He walked onto the stage and began to play a soft, soulful melody, singing softly along with it.
"Do I know him?" Iz asked curiously, looking up at Dan.
"Maybe you slept with him at some point," Blair suggested innocently with subtle sarcasm.
"Nope." Iz shook her head, not catching the sarcasm and still trying to remember where she recognised him from.
"He's good," Kati nodded, looking over at Serena, who looked up to see what they were talking about.
At the exact moment that Serena looked up, Dan looked over at her and their eyes locked. The world seemed to stand still as they gazed into one another's eyes, unable to break the connection.
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