Title: The Long Con
Author: fading_tales
Pairing: Chuck/Blair, Jack
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or any characters, they belong to the CW and Cecily von Ziegesar.
Rating: PG-13 ~ T
Summary: All it takes a little misguided hope, expertly placed, to bring down an empire. It's what Jack Bass does best. In response to spoilers for S3, takes place after 3x12.
I.
The day Jack Bass returns to New York was an ordinary Monday. He gets off the private jet, nicely tanned from the Australian sun accompanied with a sort of diabolical twinkle in his eye. At least that's how he looks in the gossip girl photo blast. Blair is scanning through the various articles about the senior Bass's return from the down under when speak of the devil… As unnerving it was to look at the mere picture of Jack Bass on the small phone screen, it was even more unnerving facing him in person. The digital image she was just looking at is replaced by Jack in the flesh, that evil glint in his eye as evident as it was in the photo.
"Blair, how nice it is to see you again. I really did miss our encounters."
"What are you doing here, Jack? Last time I heard you were banished and in exile. What could have possibly brought you out of your little hidey hole?"
"The memory of your legs wrapped around my waist."
There was no doubt about the family resemblance. Uncle and nephew both had an inclination towards some infamous Bass debauchery.
"Chuck's not going to stand for this. He'll have you on the next plane back to the land of koalas and kangaroos, tail tucked between your legs before you can set your suitcase down."
"I really did miss that mouth of yours," Jack says with an unwavering smile. "You tell Chuckie boy that I'm back and I'm not going anywhere. As for you…" his gaze drops, taking in her figure and Blair subconsciously crosses her arms feeling violated, "we'll be seeing more of each other soon enough."
"Over my dead body."
"I'm game for all sorts of things, but necrophilia isn't one of them… but maybe for you I can make an exception."
At this point Blair's too disgusted to even come up with a reply.
"Come now, Blair. I know you had a good time…" he says reaching for her hand. She quickly pulls her hand out of range.
"Spare me the overcompensating antics that do nothing to cover up your older brother-complex. We've been there, done that. Now we're just done. Please pack your little insecurities and diabolical plans back in that tacky Louis Vuitton suitcase and hit the road now when I'm still asking nicely."
"You know me, Blair. I always liked you better when you didn't play nice," he says reaching to stroke her cheek, but she slaps it away. He laughs in response. "I'll see you later."
He gives her a blindingly white smile that speaks of horrors to come and walks out the door as easily as he strolled in. Blair officially hates Mondays.
---
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! I'm planning this to be a bit of a "mini" multi-chapter series. Meaning there's going to be a few more installments, but they'll be in the form of short parts rather than whole chapters. Reviews are love! 3 Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue!