Title: The Most Dangerous Game

Author: Shelby

Summary: "You have nothing I'm willing to play for," Chuck scoffed. "I think you'll change your mind once you see that I already have the prize worth winning, Nephew," Jack smirked. "Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Blair Bass." Chuck/Blair/Jack

A/N: Wow, one hundred reviews and only on our fourth chapter. You guys are so amazing and I will love you forever and ever! Enjoy.

Blair's Outfit:

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P.S. If you are reading my other stories I am having such tremendous writer's block with them right now. Unfortunately I know it's because of the show. It doesn't inspire me, but in fact messes up with my writing, especially when it comes to writing a happy C/B. Hopefully I'll have chapters up soon though and is it sad to say I'm so ready for season three to be over? Well I am.


Blair's back stiffened as she stared at her feet. Each floor the elevator went up her stomach twisted with more and more knots. She felt anxious, tense, and dangerously on edge. The furthest from what she wanted to do was see Chuck Bass, especially alone. But then her last encounter with him, when Jack was there, also didn't seem agreeable with her either. Perhaps, she should just stay away from him completely. No, that wasn't going to happen.

"Relax, everything will be fine. We will go in, say hello, you will stay a little while, and then I'll be back to pick you up and take you home," Jack soothed. He put his hand on her back and rubbed it up and down. Her eyes flickered to his instantly.

She had almost forgotten he was there. But she sensed a strange comfort that he was. Blair took a step closer to her husband so that their sides brushed against each other. He smirked and put his arm around her petite waist. Then he kissed her forehead like a father would a child whom had just decided to behave after being bad.

"If you say so, then I believe you, Jack," Blair replied. She then turned forward again and closed her eyes. The elevator dinged just seconds after and she released a large breath. It was show time, as her husband liked to call it. He took her by the hand and led her into the vestibule. They walked to a door, the only one, since it was the penthouse of course. He put in the key given to him by the woman at the desk. It clicked, even though she wished it wouldn't. They went inside, Blair behind Jack.


Chuck stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like the living dead, absolute crap. No wonder Blair looked at him as if disgusted when she first exited the limo. He needed more sleep and less Scotch. And it showed. He sighed, straightened the lapels of his jacket, and left the bathroom at the sound of a door opening and closing.

He started to smile, but even if he wouldn't have started to drop it, when he saw Jack, it transformed into a vicious scowl. What the hell? His uncle was not supposed to be there. He was signing over his hotel to have alone time with Blair. He wanted to see and speak with her in private. Obviously, it was an impossible task to try and do in front of his uncle.

"Jack, what are you doing here? Our deal entailed you not being absent from tonights meeting. I won't hold up my end of the bargain if you won't yours," Chuck remarked. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stood with a sense of stern pride.

"Testy are we, nephew?" Jack mocked with a smirk. He then chuckled and shook his head. "Well there is no need to worry. I have no intention to stay, but merely thought it unwise to let my wife venture up here on her own. And of course, to discuss the rules." He lowered his gaze while his hand reached around to pull Blair forward. She soon stood at his side, against his hip.

Chuck's dark brown eyes looked her up and down as he memorized and studied each detail. She wore a nude lace crop top with black ruffles and a black bow front skirt. She chose subtle accessories in a gray double-breasted coat, cream-colored platform open-toed pumps, and a satin cream headband. Her mahogany colored curls cascaded down her back and over her breasts. Her skin was still porcelain-like, flawless, and she wore bright red lipstick to make her pouted lips pop. She was the most gorgeous image he had ever seen. Yet where she stood, made him want to vomit.

So he looked away from her, back to his uncle. The elder Bass smirked cruelly at him as he waited for the younger one to respond. Chuck gritted his teeth and forced a livid smile. "Rules? I do not remember you mentioning those before."

"I thought it would be obvious, Chuck. I mean she is my wife. I must ensure her safety, even if you didn't the last time we were in a similar situation," Jack returned. He winked at him, mockingly.

Chuck's eyes widened and he looked to Blair for a reaction. She crossed her arms and turned her head into Jack's arm. She hated that memory. And the more she thought of it, she wondered if Chuck expected sex. After all, he had no problem willingly offering her up to Jack last time. She turned forward and looked him straight in the eye.

"This is a verbal meeting only. I will not sleep with you, nor do I want you touching me," Blair snarled. She then nodded her head and turned away once more.

He stared at her, lips slightly parted, and unsure of what to say. Surely she did not think that he expected her to sleep with him, did she? That had to be something Jack put in her mind or lied to her about. Blair knew him better than that or at least he thought she did.

"Well now that Blair has so pleasantly recited the first rule of the game, nephew, allow me to conclude them. There will be no drinking, no touching, and if you as so much and try to kiss her then… let's just say I've taught her well," Jack revealed. His blue eyes sparkled in a way that only the devils could.

"Fine, now let's sign the contract so you can leave. Here it is." Chuck held it up and then put it down on the bar. He tried to keep his eyes on the paper as Jack led Blair over by the hand. It didn't work though. He gritted his teeth.

Chuck signed the required lines and handed the pen to Jack. His uncle stared at him for a few moments, smug look on his face, and then leaned over Blair's petite form to sign. Last, he gave the pen to her. She was quick and barely looked at what she was doing. Her movements were practically robotic, trance-like.

"Well the deal's complete," Jack smiled. He then rolled up the piece of paper and put it in his jacket pocket. His nephew glared at him as the elder Bass captured his wife's cheek and smiled sweetly at her. "I'll be back soon, Princess. Be good," he told her.

Blair simply nodded and then closed her eyes. Jack took her lips in a long, passionate kiss. But unlike Blair, he opened his eyes to look at Chuck. His nephew was turning red. Perfect.

They pulled apart and Jack nodded. "See you soon, Chuck." Blair turned her back to his nephew to watch him go. And when he was gone, she stayed that way. She was scared to look at him.


After a few minutes, Chuck could not take in anymore. "Turn around," he ordered. He refused to speak to her back when he just signed over an entire hotel for one meeting. Yes, she was worth it, but what she was providing was not enough for him.

Blair bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. She decided that maybe he'd give up and leave her alone. So she didn't turn around, but kept her back to him.

"Turn around, now," Chuck barked. He stomped his foot as his fist clenched. It was the actions of an intolerant child, but the jealousy had made him that way. He was loosing his patience. She had no problem facing Jack when he spoke to her. Damn, he wanted to break something, preferably, every bone in his uncle's body.

"I prefer not to face you actually," she voiced. She knew that if she weren't cold, he'd hurt her again. She had to try and protect herself since Jack was not there to do it for her.

His mouth fell agape at first, but then his lips pressed firmly together. He shook his head in absolute anger. "Why? Could it be your too ashamed?" Chuck scoffed.

"No, I just do not care to stare at pathetic, sorry bastards," Blair returned. When he dared to try and put her down she did it right back. Jack didn't teach her that either, it was just an instinct he had her perfect. She was grateful for it now, for her husband.

"You must have confused me with your husband. You know, the one that clearly only married you in order to use you in his plots against me," he retorted. Fuck, he needed a Scotch, well a bottle of it.

Blair spun around in anger. She shook her head at him and rolled her eyes. "You know nothing of why Jack and I got married. And as far as I'm concerned, you never will." Her arms crossed and she tried to stand straight. She hated that she was always looking up at everyone though, especially men.

Chuck laughed bitterly. He then silenced and took a dangerous step closer. They were practically nose-to-nose as he seethed. "On the contrary, Blair, I intend to find out that exact reason, tonight."

She was trapped in his eyes. No matter how hard she tried to break the gaze and take a step back, she couldn't. So she cleared her voice and tried to sound strong. "Not if I refuse to tell you. Now that you've signed over the hotel, I could stand here and say nothing. There would be nothing you could do. Perhaps, you should have gotten more detail in writing."

Her threat broke his hard demeanor. Instead, he sighed in complete frustration. He took a step back and shook his head. "Damn it, Blair. Tell me why you're married to Jack, why you're helping him destroy me."

"Already admitting defeat?" Blair smirked cruelly. But it wasn't quite real. He couldn't explain what it looked like, but just that it didn't feel right.

He practically pushed his body up against hers. His voice dropped to the lowest and darkest of tones. "I won't ask again. Now give me the answers I have requested or I'll be breaking the touching rule. Clearly you deserve to be smacked upside your head. Would that knock some sense into you?" He knew that he'd never do it, but just stress the severity of how messed up she sounded.

A dark shadow came across Blair's chestnut eyes. She stepped back and hugged herself. "Jack would kill you," Blair breathed, almost trembling. She tried to emotionally hold herself together by doing it physically. She hoped he wouldn't notice.

He didn't. He was too upset that she honestly thought he'd touch her in that way. "I highly doubt that. But the fact that you actually believed I'd hit you just shows how much he's fucked up your mind, twisted it. You need to leave him before it's too late." Chuck wanted her to tell him right then and there he was right and that she was going to do it. But he knew how unrealistic that was. And that gave him a great pain in his chest. He didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Like I am going to take relationship advice from Chuck Bass. This meeting was pointless. Don't expect me to stick around now that Jack has gotten what he wants." Blair turned as if to leave, but didn't take two steps before his voice stopped her.

"Sit down. You're not leaving. Besides, there is a clause in the papers that say I decide when the meeting ends, if it is to end early," Chuck smirked.

"I should have known," she muttered. When she turned around she saw the same, infamous smirk he always had plastered on his face. It was both a comfort and hazard. With a sigh, she sat down, but instantly wished she hadn't.

Chuck came up behind her. His lips were by her ear, his hands on the table in front of her. He had her trapped, literally. "Yes, you should have. Now, let's stop this bickering and get down to the real problem. I don't want you with Jack, working against me. I don't want you married to him, wearing that stupid ring. And I sure as hell don't want you kissing him again, making me want to vomit."

Blair wanted to run. So she said what she hoped would make him move so she could do just that. "Be thankful you didn't see us in the shower last night then." She forced a smile. But it disappeared.

Chuck lost it. He saw red. The next thing he knew he had screamed and grabbed her chair. He turned it around to face him and shoved it against the wall. "Tell me he told you to say that!" he raged. His hands then moved to hold her shoulders so that she couldn't get away.

"Let go of me, Chuck!" Blair screamed back. She tried to kick him, but his legs pinned hers to the front of the chair. She felt the panic rise in her and a large lump form in her throat.

He shook his head and continued to shout. "Not until you say it! Say it, Blair! Say that he told you to say that! Say it now!" Chuck had to have her say it. He could not stand for it to not have been prompted by Jack.

"No," she refused. Her voice was suddenly flat and her eyes blank. She was too calm.

"Excuse me?" he scoffed. Not to mention, what the hell had happened to her? One moment she freaked out on him and then fell dead? It didn't make sense.

"No, I won't say it. Jack didn't tell me to say what I did. I said it all on my own and I'll say it again if you don't release me," Blair clarified. Her voice held no emotion whatsoever.

Chuck didn't recognize her. "Who are you?" he asked. The anger diminished in him as he searched her eyes for something, someone he knew. He couldn't find her.

She pushed his arms off of her and got up. He took a step back and she shook her head. Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she hid them well. They never fell. "The remaining pieces you left me in that Jack put back together," Blair said. Her voice was just above a whisper and shaky. She then turned her back on him and walked a few more steps, further, further away. The more distance she put between them, the better.

"Yeah, I highly doubt that. The only thing my uncle knows how to do is destroy," he remarked. He then took a step closer to her, but her voice made him stop abruptly.

"Then you two would have that in common," she breathed. Then she wondered if he had heard her. His response finally answered her question.

"So all of this means you're in on the game, willing?" It took all he had to keep his voice from breaking. He closed his eyes, since she did not face him, and waited for the answer like a coward. But he didn't care. It was a make or break question. At least that was what he had thought.

"I don't know," Blair admitted. A tear slipped down her cheek, but she wiped it away. She thanked whatever greater force she still did not face him.

His eyes snapped open and he furrowed his brow. He did not understand and he hated not being able to know what people meant. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, Bl-"

Blair cut him off. "How's Georgina, Chuck?" The words cut her like knives.

"What?" Chuck stared at her, his mouth almost fell to the floor. He felt a cold chill come over him. She turned around to stare at him with icy, determined brown eyes.

"You heard me," she nodded. Her lips pursed.

"We're not honestly bringing up ancient history are we?" he scoffed. He did not want to talk about it. It was not going to… it was ancient history, he told himself. She did not deserve to throw it in his face. It wasn't fair. But no matter how many times he said it, he didn't believe it.

"Not around I take it," Blair sighed. Her eyes drifted around as if casually, but then averted back to his gaze.

"If you must know, I haven't seen her in six years," Chuck revealed. He nodded his head and his eyes were completely truthful. But unfortunately for him, that didn't hold much weight with her.

She smiled sarcastically and returned her own bitter form of his nod. "Well I'd say your last encounter could probably keep you good until about ten."

"You never could let anything go," he muttered. But it was loud enough for her to hear, meant for her ears actually. It was the most wrong thing to say though. But did he know that?

Blair felt herself burst inside. Her volume rose and she snapped. "And you never could stop making up excuses to keep from saying that you were sorry and in the wrong. Sometimes I lie awake at night and wish that you could have seen what you did, the damage you caused." Her dark brown eyes practically looked black in the dimly lit room.

His expression slowly changed with her words. Something about them sounded eerie. "We have time," Chuck offered.

"Actually, time's up, nephew."

Chuck spun around to glare. His time wasn't up, was it? "Jack-" he started to argue. Blair, on the other hand, remained completely silent. She just stared at her… husband.

His uncle shook his head and smirked. He picked up Blair's coat and brought it over to her. She helped him get her arms in. "The contract agreed that your carriage turns back into a pumpkin at midnight, Chuck." He finished speaking just as she did buttoning.

"Cinderella references, cute. And why don't you try asking Blair if she wants to stay?" He motioned towards the brunette. Surely, she did not want to leave. Despite what she said she still had to not really want to go home with Jack, right?

"She doesn't. Do you, princess?" Jack turned towards Blair and smiled menacingly. Chuck didn't see it, but his expression read 'Do not defy me'. Blair was a pro at reading them. She didn't share the message, but nodded. "I want to go home."

Jack turned from Blair to look at his nephew again. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist. He wanted to drive Chuck mad. "See, I know her best. Night, nephew." He gave a mocking wave and then turned them. They were just getting in the elevator when a voice stopped them.

"I'll see you again soon, Blair," Chuck clarified. He smirked at his uncle who turned around, along with Blair to look at him.

Jack's eyes narrowed and he thinned his lips. He stepped in front of Blair as if to physically stake his claim. "Not without her husband present," Jack concluded.

The elevator doors closed in Chuck's face.


A/N: How was it? I'm sure you know C/B's first meeting was not going to be a pleasant one.