AMBIVALENCE
Author: Sky Samuelle
Summary: Chuck's thoughts by the end of Ep. 2.04 'The Ex-Files': If you think you can ignore me, sweetie, think again.
Rating: G
Words: 522
"Well, well look who's back on top. I wonder how that happened. Wait, now that I think of it, I know exactly how that happened...Hmmm..."
Her expression grew stony as her eyes met his, and in a blink the confusion cleared out from her gaze, replaced by a steely glint.
There were moments when Chuck wished Blair Waldorf had never given him those grotesque butterflies, that he had never known that one instant of perfect clarity he had experienced when he used to crawl inside her and perceived no fear, only the startling awareness that there was exactly where he was supposed to be and she was all it made his universe real.
This was not one of those moments. He felt more alive now than he had in weeks: Chuck wanted to clap, to kiss her, to laugh at her. She was looking at him again finally, and not in that fleeting, disturbing way she had since the black out. Fleeting glances of superiority while she shoved her precious Lord in his face at every available chance, glances that had had him to want tearing his hair out.
Of course Blair wasn't surprised. She knew the steps of their dance well enough. Maybe she had even expected it, on a certain level. In a way, it was all part of their twisted form of communication: Push, I'll push back twice as hard.
They had played the game on the same side upon a time, a perfectly complementary team to bring the UES on its knees.
Such a shame she fancied to forget who had raised her to power after Serena had left for Vermont, because he wouldn't have allowed her to forget.
He could have done so out of curiosity and sheer thrill of power– so what? Unlike his dear sister, he had never claimed to be selfless- but she still owed him.
If what it took to remind her it was bringing Queen B down every time she seriously ticked him off, he had no problem with getting dirty.
As she looked straight ahead and moved past him, chin held high, he was smirking gleefully, a poisonous pleasure spreading through his veins.
If you think you can ignore me, sweetie, think again.
He was no Nathaniel, to let her to walk all over him and then treat him like he was inconsequential.
Maybe he was never going to be the kind of guy she chased after, the kind she forgave for any trespass, the kind who was good enough to hold on, but at least Blair would be looking at him again with the consideration he was due.
Wonder if she would come to him again for help?
Or perhaps she would seethe at him by a distance while she plotted all by herself.
Bet either alternative would have kept her distracted by her silly, royal fairy tale.
He was such a sucker for that girl.
It deeply sickened him.
Anyway, either way he won, just as always.
Happiness is not on the menu.
Winning was the only element which made life in the Upper East Side somewhat bearable.
