Title: Chuck Bass gets Scrooged
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Rating: T
Summary: Takes place right after Chuck and Blair breakup after the hotel incident. Chuck is visited by three ghosts on Christmas Eve.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything from Gossip Girl or Scrooged!

Christmas time I had never really meant anything to Chuck Bass considering his father detested the holidays and never did anything special until he married Lily and even then he had not stuck around to spend time with the kids, instead he took Lily to the Caribbean for a month. Anyways, Christmas had never been anything special for the only son of Bart Bass and this year would be no different; in fact it was probably going to be worse since Blair absolutely hated him because of the whole fiasco with Jack. Nate had offered to cancel the plans he'd made with his family, but Chuck had told him to go and that he would be fine alone with a bottle of champagne and some spiked egg nog. His plan was to get so thrashed that he slept through the entire Christmas season. So far his plan was working considering how close he was to passing out.

He could hear carolers outside trying to lift up the spirit of the holiday, but he did not want nor did he need any Christmas spirit and that's why he covered his head with a pillow. Maybe if he was lucky he would end up suffocating himself. Even though he had never been particularly fond of the holidays, Blair adored Christmas and she always made sure to try and make them special for Chuck while they were dating. That was probably going to be the toughest this year, not having Blair with him, but he knew it was his fault even though he wished with all his heart he could blame it his uncle Jack, but also knowing deep down it was on him. Chuck had been given a choice, his hotel or Blair and he had chosen to hand over Blair. He could have told her what was going on and she would've helped him, yet he had chosen to give Jack Blair. He chose to give up the love of his life for his job which was something his father would have done had he still been around. Chuck wondered if that made him worse than his father because at least Bart admitted what a bastard he was when still alive.

"What on earth are doing in bed at three in the afternoon Chuck?" Serena, at least she looked like Serena, appeared next to his bed out of thin air. "I cannot believe you are wasting such a wonderful day! Come, come, we have lots to do and not a lot of time to get it done in. I am on a schedule and do not have time to waste."

"Serena?" Chuck sat up after pulling the pillow from over his head and rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Did Blair send you to check on me? If so then I suppose it is progress considering the fact she did not care if I lived or died yesterday."

The blonde smiled before bursting in to a fit of giggles. "I'm not Serena silly. I am the ghost of Christmas past. I took this form in order for you to be able to relate to easier. If you want I could change in to a different form."

The playboy billionaire shook his head. "Well at least you didn't come to me in the form of my father though you could have come in the form of a call girl, I guarantee you would've gotten my attention then. Have you started the celebrating a little early S? Look, make yourself some coffee, sober up, sleep it off on my couch, and we can talk about this in the morning alright?"

"Are you hard of hearing?" She mumbled before moving to stand next to him and reaching out with her hand to wrap it around his wrist. "You may want to close your eyes because if you are not used to traveling to the past you are likely to get dizzy or vomit and you have on such a lovely suit, it would be a real shame to ruin it with puke."

Chuck had no time to respond because in the next second he felt as if his inside were being dragged down to his toes and his breathe had been sucked right out of him. The dim lights of his room started to swirl around and soon everything had blended together in a mess of colors and textures. Once everything had stopped moving he took a look around and realized they were standing in front of one of the many hotels his father had taken him to as a child due to the fact his business took him all over the world. This hotel had been the one they stayed at the longest and Chuck remember vividly it had been the year he stopped believing in Santa Clause and the spirit of Christmas all together.

"This must be some sort of nightmare. Why have you brought me here?" He demanded with a glare towards the Serena lookalike. "I demand you take me back home this very instant. It's obvious you are some sort of illusion created by my drunken state and since you are in my head that means you have to do what I want and what I want is to go home, drink some more, and dream up something far more interesting and pleasurable."

"I see now why I was assigned to your case in the first place. You really need my help." She told him as they headed towards the entrance of the building. The only reason Chuck was even following her was because despite his best efforts, he was intrigued by this Serena clone and if he was indeed dreaming then he may as well see what was going to happen next. "You can't go back until you understand."

"Understand what?" He asked as his brows scrunched together due to his confusion.

Another blinding smile was aimed at him as she answered. "When you can answer that question yourself then you will understand."

TBC...

AN: I got this idea in my head and so I decided to write it. It will be about five chapters including this one. I do hope that you all like it and I would love to hear your thoughts. I do not have a beta and if you are new to my stories then you should know I am very sick and when I finish a chapter I simply do not have the energy to go over it so I am sorry for any mistakes.

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