Hello.

So...About Episode 17 of Season 3. That was a tough episode for Chair shippers, me being one myself.

And this is going to sound horrible, but I loved it. It showed Chuck and Blair stripped to the bone. I dont hate Chuck. And Im not going to stop shipping Chair. If anything, I love them all the more now.

But about this fic. Its going to be multichaptered, and I actually do intend on finishing this one. (Unlike my other GG fic. Sorry bout that one guys.)

Its basically going to show Chuck trying to redeem himself with Blair. But since he's Chuck Bass ('nough said), hes going to be doing it in his own flawed ways.

Well, I hope you enjoy. And theres plenty more to come. (and its deffinately going to be longer.)

Oh! One more thing. I do want this fic to be a really... passionate fic, (If you catch my drift) but Im kind of young, so bare with me if I dont go into too much detail about things in the future.

I'll seek you out,

Flay you alive.

One more word and you won't survive...

~~~~~~~~~~~(Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation) ~~~~~~~~~~~

Prologue: What We Already Know

I don't remember leaving Jack at the penthouse.

I don't remember the drive home.

I don't even remember walking into the lobby.

I was carried by dread all the way to my demise. All the way to Chuck.

He spoke, and Ice shot down my entire body, down to my soul.

"Home so soon?" He said in a muted voice. He spoke with the smugness he used when he caught someone in one of his traps. He didn't even have to say whatever he said next, I already knew his answer. His eyes stayed transfixed on the floor, even as I approached.

"Please tell me Jack was lying." He can save me. One little word I need from him to save me.

Please say Jack was wrong.

"You wouldn't betray me like that…"

Please save me. I love you.

His tongue was as sharp as always. "Me betray you?" He laughed harshly. "You're the one who just came from seeing my uncle."

A fire built inside me. How dare he pin this on me! Couldn't he see I did this all for him? Everything I did was for him.

"I went there for you. Because I thought it was the only way to save your hotel."

He took a breath, playing the situation in his mind. Always playing, this was always a game to him. He cast his eyes downward again as I spoke.

"I would have done anything to help you. All you had to do was ask."

Chuck shook his head. He already had thought this through, and that sickened me. "If I asked, it wouldn't have worked. You would have been too willing and when Jack came to you he would have known we had been working together. I did what I had to, to win."

"No."

I just shook my head. No. He loved me. I wasn't just a trade. I was Blair Waldorf. Remember Chuck? I'm Blair Waldorf, and you love me…

"I can't let my feelings, cost me all that I've built. "

Always the insecurities. What about me? You hold me, Chuck. Remember the talk we had in the hospital? You hold me.

"All I ever did was love you…" His poker face never even faltered.

And then, He finally remembered…

"The worst thing I ever did, the darkest thought I ever had, You said you would stand by me through anything. This Blair, is anything."

And I remembered too. I remember that you aren't just Chuck. You're Chuck Bass.

"I never thought that the worst thing you'd ever do would be to me." I choked out through the tears.

"You went out there on your own-"

Enough! The flesh of my hand connected with the flesh of his face, and a smacking sound could be heard down the hall. How many time I've touched that face with nothing but love. How could this have gone so far. I felt so sick.

His face didn't move from the position my hand left it in. From the red hot venom I felt coursing though me, Im surprised my hand didn't leave a hand shaped hole in his face. I wish it would have. So that he would remember always, that I hated Chuck Bass more in that second than I ever did or would.

His eyes watered. Good. I'm glad it hurt. I hope it hurt so much you actually jump off a roof this time. I wont be there to you save. You weren't there for me.

"Goodbye Chuck." I have nothing left in me to say. Nothing left in me. But just enough to get me up stairs to my room.

I tear the dress off me, and run to my old friend.

The cool white porcelain comforts me as I throw up all his words and all the truths Ive been forced to bare tonight.

Goodbye Chuck Bass.