This story idea just randomly came into my head recently. I hope you enjoy it!

Brooke Eleanor Evelyn Waldorf walked down the stairs of the penthouse she shared with her mother in London. Her Mother was Blair Waldorf, Fashion designer for Eleanor Waldorf designs and head of the company over in the UK. Eleanor Waldorf was her grandmother who moved back to New York six years ago when she was ten.

"Good Morning Miss. Brooke" Dorothy, the maid said to her. Brooke smiled and nodded as she handed her a plate with Toast and butter on it as well as a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you" she said and took a sip of her orange juice and took a seat on the green couch they had in the lounge. Moments later her mother glided down the stairs in a matters of leisure townhouse silk robe.

"Good Morning Brooke, Good Morning Dorothy" She politely greeted them as she took her breakfast and took a seat next to Brooke

"So, are you looking forward to your trip?" She asked me. By this she was referring to the summer me and my friend had planned to travel around Australia.

"Can't wait" she giggled thinking about the fun ahead. Her bags were all packed and she was leaving in the afternoon to go to the airport. A whole summer away from everything.

"Heathrow Airport please" Brooke said to the driver as she got into the limo her mother had ordered for her.

"Of course Miss. Waldorf"

Brooke stared out the window to the streets of London. She wondered if New York would be anything like London. Beggars on the street and overcrowded trains. Although her mother was originally from New York and her Grandmother lived there, Brooke had never been to New York. She was constantly asking to go and her grandmother and Cyrus were always inviting them, but her mother always refused. She said she wanted to leave the past in New York and Focus on the present.

It was very different of course for Brooke. Brooke felt a strong connection with New York and always felt like something was pulling her towards it. Now that she was sixteen, she could go by herself. She was close to being a adult which meant she could leave some of the drama she had been through.

Her and her mother had only settled down in London when she was nine. Besides that they were always moving all over the places. Many times when they moved her mother would be changing her name. Brooke was young and never understood why her mother would be constantly doing this but if she asked her she would only say that a very bad man was trying to track her down and find her. She guessed when she was ten that he had given up his attempt. He probably had. She then changed her name back to Blair Waldorf.

"We're here Miss. Waldorf" The drivers voice spoke into the back of the limo. Brooke got out of the limo to the big doors of Heathrow Airport.

"Thank you" She sighed as she pulled her suitcase towards the entrance doors. When she was inside and had checked in she looked around till she saw a tanned girl with long Black hair tied back into a pony-tail waiting for someone in-front of security.

"Hey S" Brooke shouted as she ran up to her best friend, who she was going on Holiday with.

"Hey B" Santana Hudson said as she approached her best friend and pulled her into a hug. She was wearing a purple shirt and skinny jeans- both from an Eleanor Waldorf designs line.

"Ready to go?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah, why are you so desperate to go to New York for the whole summer anyway?" Santana asked as they went through security. Brooke shrugged looking down at her passport and fidgeting with it.

"Stuff" Brooke replied, though saying it as more of a question than an answer.

"Really B, what's in New York?" Santana asked confused. She wasn't exactly the smartest person and didn't often follow a lot of the stuff Brooke would be talking about.

"I'll tell you in a minute, Lets go to Starbucks" Brooke sighed.

Brooke knew she had to admit what she was look for to Santana. She was coming with her on this trip and would know anyway.

Santana went to get some Cappuccino's for them both, they had twenty Minutes before their flight would be boarding. Brooke took a seat in the corner of the cafe. She reached down and opened her blue Marc by Marc Jacobs's shoulder bag and pulled out sheets of paper. Santana came and sat down with her, Cappuccino in hand.

"What's all this then?"

"What we're looking for in New York" Brooke whispered "My father, Chuck Bass"

"Hey Uncle Chuck" Dylan Archibald said as Chuck bass stepped out of the elevator and into the Lounge of his Best friend's apartment.

"Hey Dylan, where's your sister?" Chuck asked.

"She's just getting dressed" Serena Archibald said as she entered the lounge followed by her husband Nate coming down the stairs.

"Hey Chuck" Nate said, greeting Chuck "You okay?"

"Yeah of course why not?"

"Because it was this day seventeen years ago that...." Nate went on trying to find the right way to explain it"

"She left; I know you can say it. Blair left" Chuck said, hiding his emotions under a strong face. He'd been a mess yesterday. The one person he had ever loved had left, It was only seven years ago he had given up trying to search for her, Serena had convinced him to stop, If he hadn't found her by then she probably would be...Dead.

"You Sure" Serena spoke quietly breaking Chuck out of his thoughts.

"Yeah perfectly fine" Chuck lied.

"Hey Uncle Chuck" Autumn Glided down the stairs in a Floral Alice & Olivia dress.

"There's the birthday girl" Chuck exclaimed as he saw his god-daughter run towards him for a hug. He was quite close with his God Children and loved to spoil them. He smiled and pulled out a small wrapped box and a card.

"Thanks Uncle Chuck!" Autumn smiled happily. Her Uncle always gave her gifts, usually expensive. She opened the Box to reveal a Silver locket with an Emerald in the middle.

"It's not every day you turn fourteen is it?" Chuck smiled. Autumn laughed and Dylan went back to texting on his phone.

"Okay B, what" Santana explained after her best friend told her that she was going to search for her father.

"My dad's in New York and I want to meet him"

"You don't know anything about him!"

"Yes I do! His Name is Charles Bartholomew Bass, his birthday is 19th May 1991, He is Godfather to the Children of Serena and Nate Archibald and he owns the Empire Hotel in New York where we will be staying" Santana gave her a questioning look. "I had a private investigator give me all his details"

"Well I still think it's a bad idea"

Will flight 2471 to New York please bored, flight 2417 to New York at gate 3

"Guess we better go" Santana said to Brooke after listening to the over head speaker.

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