Hey guys!

So finally part two. And it includes the angsty part some of you missed in Part one.

I'm sorry this took so long but I've a job now and barely time to write plus a massive writer's block.

Here's some scoop for those who wait for the Havanna nights sequel: The name will be "Another night in Havanna" and it will be C/B centered. It will be a C/B future fic and an angsty one. So be prepared! But don't worry: in my show-based stories C/B stories always ended up good for them so far!

Please review!!

Benjamin Buckley's life goal was became Senator all his life. Politics was a Buckley birth right and his parents bribed this into him since his birth. Now that he was, his new main goals were bringing his grandson in the politics too, like he did with his sons, and stay Senator by any means necessary.

Unfortunately there were two things in this world that gave him a hard time to realize these goals. First thing was, that his grandson wasn't that much interested in politics. PJ was more of a gambling Playboy guy and no matter how hard Mr. Buckley tried to bring him back to the track, PJ always found his way to avoid it.

The second thing was even more bothersome. The Vanderbilts. Although they lived in different states the Vanderbilts always tried to put themselves in perspective and make the Buckley's the bad guys. This feud started back in College. William Vanderbilt and Benjamin Buckley both attended Harvard's law school and were very good in ignoring each other until a very eventful party. Of course the point in their fighting was a girl. A girl that wasn't a big fan of commitment but ended up with Christian Rhodes in California. Sometimes Benjamin wondered what happened to Cece. But afterwards the feud was sealed.

The Vanderbilts supported something unpopular – Benjamin Buckley made it public knowledge.

Benjamin Buckley knocked his intern up – William Vanderbilt lifted the moral index finger.

But right now none of that matters. Benjamin Buckley sat in his limo on his way from church, back to his oldest son's house to be surrounded by family. Thomas Buckley was the father of PJ and Julie Buckley, Benjamin's most beloved grandchildren. Next to Thomas sat his wife Mary. She was a really nice person. A Stepford wife, following the Proper Wife Playbook. His other son John was away on business with his wife but her daughter Bree decided, after her little stunts with the Vanderbilt clan, to make amends. So she already went with to church, au contraire to her cousins. It was important for the good PR to be seen in church on Sundays and Bree knew that too.

When the car nearly arrived at the big gate on the inlay of the mansion, the car had to slow down since a blond, young man decided to park very close in front of it. The guy himself stood right next to his black Mercedes with the huge sticker of the local car rent station.

"Do you know this kid, Thomas?" Benjamin asked as they passed Nate.

"Oh my God! That's Nate! Stop the car!" Bree yelled and as soon as the car stopped she jumped out. Benjamin, Thomas and Mary Buckley sighed in union before they followed her outside.

Before Nate could even start to explain, Bree already jumped on him and hugged him.

"Well, now look at this, Thomas. You go to church and pray that nothing bad happens and you come home only to find a Vanderbilt mooch in front of your home." Benjamin commented the scene.

"Excuse me, sir. But I most certainly do not mooch around here. Nor am I here for you, Bree. I thought you understood me. I'm only here to pick up a friend of mine." Nate replied.

"I don't think that anyone in this home is your friend, Archibald." Bree snorted. She was hurt and everyone could tell.

"Sure about that?" Nate asked as he pointed at the scene right in front of the mansion.

All Buckley's turned around to look at what he pointed. And within seconds their faces fell in completely disbelief.

Two brunette kids, Thomas and Benjamin had never seen before in a heavy make-out-session which involved a lot of grabbing. Julie starring at them while PJ had an obviously amusing chit-chat with a leggy blond who seemed to forgot her pants since that dress she wore ended mid-thigh.

Blair pulled back first to get some air.

"God, I missed you, Waldorf." Chuck said.

"I missed you, too. But this isn't over Chuck. We still have things to discuss." Blair replied.

Chuck smirked. "I know. And we will discuss them. At home."

"Okay." Blair nodded.

"I bet Serena and this nice young lady would love to help you pack." Chuck announced before he turned around and pulled Blair along with him to the house.

Serena looked confused but followed Blair and the girl who introduced herself as Julie earlier.

"Nice catch, Bass." PJ said smiling. But that only stayed on his lips until he got a look at the scene at the other end of the inlay. He could positively see the thundery clouds that just formed over there by his parents and grandpa talking to Nate Archibald.

"Hm." Chuck smirked dangerously. "Look, PJ, consider this as a suggestion. You don't want to get problems because of your little gambling sessions, now, do you? So just stay the hell away from my girl!"

"Whatever." PJ shrugged. He didn't listen to Chuck but instead watched the scene with Nate intensively.

Chuck frowned before he turned around and saw the exact same thing. A wide smile formed on Chuck's face. This was getting good.

Thirty minutes later the NJBC were on their way back to the airport. As much as Chuck enjoyed watching the huge Buckley family fighting and yelling at eachother. The icing on the cake was Ben Buckley chasing Chuck, Blair and Serena away. He knew that the company needed the jet.

"Well, this was fun." Chuck said. He sat in the back seat right next to Blair, holding her hand.

Serena snorted in the passenger seat as she made eye contact with Chuck through the driver mirror. "How could you possibly enjoy this, Chuck Bass?" Serena asked in disbelief.

"Serena, it's Chuck." Nate chuckled.

"What? It's not like I created the scene." Chuck shrugged and Blair smiled.

"Seriously Blair, what were you thinking?" Serena continued her lecturing.

Blair opened her mouth to reply but Chuck was faster. "I think, she wasn't thinking at all!"

Blair pulled her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest. "None of you gets to judge me. No one. Ever." She said before she starred out of the window.

"Blair, calm down. We were just worried about you, okay?" Nate asked calmly. Blair turned around and eyed him for a moment before she nodded and turned around to watch the road again.

The rest of the way back to the airport as well as the check-in and the first ten minutes of the flight, no one of them spoke.

"Blair." Chuck said softly.

"What?" she snapped in return.

Chuck clenched his jaw. He got angry. She was already angry. But it was him who had to run after her and just spend an entire day flying across the states because she'd fooled him.

"Could you stop the bitchiness for ten seconds please?" he spat back.

Blair snorted, rose from her seat and walked over to the jet bedroom of which she slammed the door.

"Look, man. There's only so much you can do when she's in that mood. " Nate tried to comfort Chuck. But Chuck just shook his head.

"Thanks, but I think I'll handle this one." Chuck replied before he turned to go after Blair with a serious face.

She lay on the bed and watched the clouds and hardly tried to think of nothing. When she heard the soft clicking of the door, she didn't have to turn around to see who it was. She waited for him to crawl behind her, putting his arm around her waist and tried the sweet talk, like he always did when he felt sorry.

But this time he didn't do that. Instead he walked around the bed, stood in front of her and looked down, searching for her eyes. When her eyes finally met his, she could tell that he was angry.

"What now? Coming to tell how much I disappointed you once again?" Blair said dangerously quiet.

"No, that's what I leave to your mom." Chuck let it slip before he gave it a second thought. Blair stood at her feet within a second.

"GET OUT!" she yelled.

"Blair, calm…" Chuck started to reply still calmly.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! GET OUT NOW!" Blair shouted as loud as she could in return.

"Do you think Chuck can bring her back to her senses?" Serena asked Nate. She wanted to come to a truce with him.

"They are Chuck and Blair. They'll fight a bit and then, I'm pretty sure, Blair will join the mile high club, so better look for some earplugs." Nate replied and both chuckled.

Serena held her hand in front of him. "Truce?"

"Truce." Nate said as he took her hand and shook it.

The next moment they heard yelling from the bedroom. "GET OUT!" Blair's voice sounded.

"It's my jet, Blair. You can't throw me out of this bedroom." Chuck returned.

"Fine. I'll go." she said as she turned around but Chuck was faster, turned the key in the door and took it away.

"No, you're not. "

"What the hell is the point, Chuck? You already stated your point. I'm the scheming, lying bitch who can't do anything right. Can't you please leave me alone now please?" Blair nearly begged as her eyes watered up.

"I never said any of this, Blair. Would you now please calm down and listen to me for a second?" Chuck begged.

Blair gave him a short nod as answer. She couldn't bite back the tears anymore.

"I'm sorry I said that. Blair you know that I didn't want to use your mother as an argument. I was just so upset and worried about you. Please don't cry." Chuck's voice became a whispering at the end of the sentence. He couldn't stand watch her cry. It broke his heart every time.

"And still you did. As much as you knew that the pictures of you and Jenny at the premiere would hurt me. As much as you knew that I wanted to help you so badly with the club. But then you did the worst, you teamed up with Serena. You chose her and I never wanted to die more." Blair started to sob.

Chuck was next to her, forcing her in an embrace in no time. "Don't say that ever again."

"What?" Blair snapped confused.

"Talk about dying. Blair, you're all I have. I can't lose you. And I didn't team up with Serena. She was the one who decided to stay at the bar." Chuck told her sincere when their eyes finally met.

"Drop the act, Chuck. I stood right beside her when you called her. 'I don't want Blair anywhere near this.' …you have no idea how much that line hurts." Blair sobbed again and turned her gaze away from his.

"It wasn't my intention to hurt you, Blair. I just wanted to do it on my own. And calling Serena was business." Chuck explained.

"Don't you see how much you cut me out of your life Chuck? We barely see each other under the week. And I just wanted to be a part of this because I know how important this is to you. I miss you." Blair admitted.

Chuck sighed. She was right. Damn it, she was right. But this new business had to go perfect. So much depend on it.

"Look, Blair. I don't want you to feel like an outsider but the hotel – I'm new to the business and I put so much money in this project. I sold shares of my father's company and gave up the majority to do this new business on my own, to create my own business empire. And I really need to do this right. It can't go wrong. And despite what you might think I'm so glad that you're by my side and believe in me. It means so much more than you can know. Have I been mad as hell when you called Jack? Yes I was. Do I want to hurt you with the disinvite line? No. Piss you off yes but not hurt you. I can't lose you, Blair. I love you."

Blair was in front of him in no time. She looped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"I love you too, Bass. Suggestion: Let's take this as a real new beginning. From now on no more scheming behind each other's back, no more secrets or lying. Okay?" Blair lifted an eyebrow and Chuck chuckled and nodded.

Blair rested her forehead against his. They stood there like this for a while until a soft knock on the door pulled them back to reality.

"Everything okay in there?" Serena's voice sounded.

"Yeah, I didn't kill him yet." Blair returned nonchalant.

"True. Why don't you go and play some cards with dear Nathaniel, sis? Then you're maybe better prepared for your next gambling session." Chuck added.

When Serena started to curse on the other side of the door both chuckled.

"How long until we've to land in New York?" Blair asked seductively.

"Uhm, about one hour." Chuck returned after checking his watch.

"Well, that's plenty of time." Blair said before she captured his lips with hers.

"So? How are they? Beat each other yet?" Nate laughed.

"No, they could throw witty comments at me already." Serena answered as she let herself drop in the seat on the opposite of Nate.

Nate chuckled more.

"So, wanna play some cards?" Serena smiled at Nate.

"Sure." Nate rose and looked for his bag. When he found the cards and sat down again a loud 'CHUCK!' sounded from the bedroom.

"So much for the make up." Serena and Nate laughed. They were fine again. The NJBC was reunited.

FIN