In Transit

Chapter Six

Author: Bellakatalina

Rated: T

"Love and some verses you hear

say what you can't say

love to say this in your ear,

"I'll love you that way"

from your changing contentments,

what will you choose for to share?"

Love and Some Verses, Iron & Wine

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Blair licked her lips when the sound of the door closing shocked her out of her revelry.

Jack watched her waiting for her next move. Her kiss in the elevator had shocked him to say the least and while he could tell she had definitely had a few cocktails he was not going to make a pass her. If she wanted to make a pass at him though she was more than welcome to, and he was really hoping she did.

"How about that drink?" she asked.

Jack made his way to the pre-stocked bar, "There's no vermouth." He told her knowing she enjoyed her martin.

"Gin and Tonic." Blair commanded as she made her way to the couch. The suite was eerily familiar. She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing here, but she knew she didn't want to be alone.

Kissing Jack had been an impulsive decision. Somehow it seemed like the perfect 'fuck you' to Chuck, although Blair could not deny that she had enjoyed it at the same time.

Jack placed her drink on the coffee table in front of her and he sat down beside her leaving little to no space.

"You wouldn't have happened to have heard from Chuck? It seems he is ignoring my calls."

"And everyone else's." Blair muttered as she reached for her drink.

Jack raised an eyebrow sensing more to the statement.

"It's Chuck. What do you expect?" Blair asked bitterly. "I'm sure he will be back in a couple of weeks after his latest bender involving alcohol and the finest prostitutes his inheritance can afford."

"Careful, Waldorf, you wouldn't want anyone to think you cared." He said sarcastically.

"I don't." Blair told him as she looked into his eyes defiantly.

And as if she wanted to prove her point she pushed herself against Jack's body.

"Why don't we stop talking?" She told him as her lips prevented him from answering. He leaned back until he was lying flat on the couch with her body on top of him. Her small fists clenched around his dress shirt as if trying to pull him even closer than possible. His left hand tangled into her hair while allowing his right hand explored. He quickly skimmed her back until his hand reached the delicious curves of her ass. He pushed her waist against his so she could feel his erection.

Blair was losing herself in the moment, in the feel of the body under her. She began to lift her leg so she could create better friction against her and without thinking she moaned out, "Chuck," and then she felt the body under her freeze.

He pushed her up and demanded, "What did you say?" His voice filled with disgust.

Blair's eyes began to water. Had she really just said his name? At first she cleared her throat to deny it, to tease Jack about thinking about Chuck when he was with her, but she couldn't vocalize it instead she felt the disgusting feeling off too much alcohol begin to show its face.

She jumped off of him before running into the bathroom. Blair was in such a hurry she didn't lock the door.

Somehow even now, she found herself on the bathroom floor as she emptied her stomach into the toilet and then collapsing onto the floor in a fit of sobs. The tears burned down her cheeks leaving a path of black mascara.

"You are pathetic." Jack told Blair when he found her on the floor a few minutes later. "Disgusting."

"You're in love with him aren't you," Jack asked her as he handed her a towel.

"Yes." She told him. There was no point in denying it.

"I'm going to talk a wild guess and say that isn't working out to well for you?" Jack asked smugly.

"Chuck is incapable of love."

"Many would be with Bart Bass as a father. He is incapability of showing emotions probably just fucked up Chuck even more"

Blair was shocked by how rude Jack was being toward his brother.

"How can you say that? He just died." Weren't you supposed to honor the memory of the dead? He could at least give him a week of respect.

"Simple, Bart is a dick." Jack said with a shrug of his shoulders, "he's done things your pretty little head can't imagine." He reached down and twirled a piece of her brown hair before stepping away from her.

Clearly he didn't know Blair Waldorf at all.

"Don't be so condescending." She demanded angrily.

"Listen, Gorgeous, you are sitting on the floor of my bathroom in couture after throwing up. You're a mess and just called out Chuck's name while fooling around with me. Maybe you should get off of your high horse."

Blair bit her tongue because she knew she was a mess.

"Well, who invited you into the bathroom?" Was her weak response.

Jack raised his eyes to look at her, "I suppose I could remind you that this is my hotel room, but I'll just give you a few minutes,'' he said closing the door as he left.

He was at the bar freshening his drink when Blair reemerged with a cleaned face and minty breath.

She reached up to cup his cheek, but he gently brushed her away.

"I'm sorry." She said while rolling her eyes.

"For saying Chuck's name or using me to get over him?" He asked.

"Oh please don't pretend to be offended." Blair said as she stole his drink and he laughed.

"I should probably cut you off." Jack told her as Blair defiantly raised the glass to her lips as if daring him to try.

"You look beautiful, even if you are a mess." Jack said as he continued to examine her pale skin.

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Nate and Serena awkwardly exchanged glances on the plane ride. Of course the two were still too upset to move past their feud and acted childishly by sitting on different rows.

This would be a long flight.

Finally, Nate breathed in deeply and made his attempt.

"So, what are we going to do one we get to Charles De Gaulle?" He asked to break the ice and fill in his gaps of the plan.

"We're not flying into CDG, we're flying in to Orly." Serena said snippily.

Nate rolled his eyes annoyed at the attempt, and turned back to pay attention to his magazine.

"I don't know, we can stop by and find Eleanor and explain what going on or take a private car to the chateau and check on Blair. It's probably three hours tops."

Nate bit his tongue before replying that he knew how far the chateau was from Paris. He had visited just as much as she had.

"Let's just go straight to see Blair. I'd rather not waste my time with Eleanor."

Serena nodded her head in agreement.

"I don't think I've been to Paris with you since the four of us came for 14th of July a few years ago." She said breaking the awkwardness with a small smile.

Nate laughed. "God that was a fun trip." Before everything in their group had changed. Before Serena had run away to boarding school and Blair and Chuck had become a power couple.

"Do you think we'll be like that again? It feels like we're always mad at each other. I can hardly remember when Blair and I are friends or enemies anymore." Serena asked softly.

Nate unbuckled his seatbelt and moved to her row. Grasping her hand he answered her truthfully, "We'll be like that again."

--

"So, you see Chuck, the best thing for all those involved would be for you to turn over the Empire to me by making me CEO."

Chuck listened to what Mr. Parker had to say and smirked his signature grin at the man he was clearly delusional.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Chuck asked remaining perfectly calm.

"It would be the best interest for all of those involved if we took care of this matter in a…professional matter."

"This isn't a professional matter, this is extortion." Chuck said getting angry as he began to rise from his seat.

"Chuck, one more thing. I know you've had a hard year with losing your father and then having Bass Industries taken away from you. I would hate for you to lose anything else important." Mr. Parker replied as he pulled out a photo of Blair laughing sitting in an outdoor café. The picture was dated from the week before she had gone missing.

"Fuck you." Chuck yelled. "You leave her alone."

"Just make me CEO. We can negotiate salary and stock options later."

"The meeting is over." Chuck said as he left the room.

"Think it over, Chuck" Mr. Parker called after him.

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Back in New York Chuck was making his game plan for the meeting with Mr. Parker. His latest idea was to open a series of trendy, upper class restaurants. The first, of course, being in his hotel, but then expanding in to various elite areas to develop his growing empire.

Mr. Parker had appeared as the perfect investor. If this pitch went well, Chuck would be able to ease back and focus more attention on Blair and his friends. He just had to make sure everything went well to ensure his future success.

As Chuck walked to the bar in his new suite his mind wondered from Mr. Parker to his malicious uncle. He refused to believe he was here merely by coincidence.

"What are you up to, Jack." He muttered to himself.

Growing up he had always worshiped Jack. He had thought he wanted to be just like him when he grew up. His uncle had been more present than his own father had been when growing up, but their proximity in age made him feel more like a close friend. He would never have believed Jack would have played him like he did. At what was worst, he had tasted Blair, and that was unforgivable. Even if he hadn't known how he and Blair had been in an unofficial relationship at the time, Jack had always know of the feelings Chuck had held for Blair, his infatuation as he watched her by Nate's side. During on of his uncle's last visits, Jack had agreed that she was quite the beauty.

Chuck grabbed his phone from his pocket and dialing the familiar number from his speed dial list.

"I want Jack Bass followed. Everywhere he goes I want to know. Anyone he meets with."

Taking a sip of his Scotch he listened to the cost of around the hour surveillance on his uncle- not that it mattered of course.

"He's here on the cover of a board meeting. Find out if it's true." Chuck said here ending his phone call.

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Blair's eyelashes blinked open slowly. Her head was pounding, she felt miserable.

"My head." She moaned as she rolled over in the bed feeling a body next to her. At the sound of laughter her eyes snapped open.

"Oh my god…" she cried as she took in her surroundings.

She was definitely in a suite at the Palace, but she couldn't remember how she got there.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jack asked concern in his voice.

Blair's attention being brought back to the body next to her caused her to jump quickly out of the bed.

"Oh my god, oh my god what happened last night?" Blair demanded seeing him in only his boxers as she had pushed the covers off the bad. She was obviously wearing his shirt she noted.

"Relax." Jack told her as he got out of bed. "You don't remember anything from last night?" he teased letting the ideas torture her for a moment.

Blair racked her brain. She remembered the Palace bar, and vaguely remembered Jack showing up.

Blair bit her lip fearing the worst as she told him she didn't.

"Calm down, Blair" Jack said as he gently grabbed her arms. "You were far too drunk and I prefer my women conscious." He added with a smirk.

"You are disgusting."

Jack's eyes squinted in laughter.

"So why am I wearing your shirt?' Blair asked innocently.

"Well, since you refused to be alone and announced you were sleeping here I had to throw something on you because the panties and bra you wanted to sleep in were driving me crazy."

Blair's cheeks began to redden as she processed his words. She tried to find some words to throw back but nothing came to mind.

"Relax Blair, the first time it was free, but the next time it'll cost you." He said as he stepped in his bathroom to shower.

Putting on her dress she escaped and hoped to not have to deal with Jack again. How wrong she was.

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A/N I swear I'm not dead. I promise then next one won't take this long.