A/N: Cabin Fever is wonderful for fanfiction isn't it?

Disclaimer: Not mine…I promise

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There was a soft thunk as her twenty-five hundred dollar leather bag hit the table by the couch. He turned around to see the tall blonde standing before him.

"Humphrey," he nodded "to what do I owe this pleasure?" She could feel him staring shamelessly at her chest and she saw his eyes run slowly down the curves of her body, instinctively she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away awkwardly.

"I…uh," she shook her head, the slight rustling of her earrings distracted her for a moment "I wanted to thank you for the part you played in dragging me out of the rabbit hole, I'm done with the drugs now."

"Impressive, shall we celebrate with some scotch?" he held out his newly filled glass.

"I think that would defeat the purpose," she pushed the glass on back onto the granite with a clink.

"Then why did you come?" he drawled suggestively.

"I heard you and Blair broke up," she said, looking at the floor.

"And you came to comfort me, is that right?" Jenny had no idea how it happened, but they were suddenly very close, she noticed the slight hiss as his fingers tangled themselves in her blonde curls.

She subtly moved her head out of the reach of his fingers "Chuck, you know that night when you dragged me away from that bar? You told me I had the same look in my eyes then as I did the night you first met me."

"Only vaguely," he put his hands on his temples trying to remember past the haze of alcohol.

"Well, I've just seen something in your eyes that scares me," she began walking forward backing him into the wall "it was the same look that was in your eyes that night, that cold look, and it scares me now just as much as it did then," she said fiercely, her voice cracking slightly.

"You're here, it obviously doesn't scare you that much," he pointed out, his voice dripping with lust.

She pushed his fingers away from the hem of her skirt "I thought I might be able to help you out before this turned into a full blown relapse of the old ways," she shrugged "but I'm clearly too late." She turned away and picked up her bag, "You had it all Chuck," she whispered without turning around, "why?"

Chuck paid no attention to her last statement. His attention was now fully on the brunette prostitute that Jenny was passing on her way out of the penthouse.

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