Chuck stood frozen staring after the limo that had long since left with his uncle and Blair in tow. That scheming little bitch. Here he was ready to forgive her if she helped him get rid of Jack one more time only to discover as he had suspected before his talk with Serena that Blair really was the one behind his uncle's mysterious return. If he was honest with himself deep down he hadn't believed that Blair would go so far as to side with Jack Bass, but Chuck was the master of hiding his true feelings. Even if the only person he was fooling was himself.
He couldn't get the image of her clinging to his uncle like some cheap whore out of his head. Storming through the crowded lobby not sparing a word of apology to any of the people he bumped into. Chuck wanted nothing more than to drown out the burning sting of betrayal back in his suite with hard liquor and easy women. And yet as soon as he entered his town car it wasn't his address Chuck gave the driver, but Blair's.
She could feel the smooth leather under her fingers, so soft and cool to the touch. Forcing her eyes open Blair glanced down at her fingers as they drew nonsensical patterns on the seat. "I heard how Chuck has been treating you. I may not be a white knight Blair but even I wouldn't have done some of the things he's put you through." Not even sparing him a glance Blair remained silent. I love him. Always have, always will.
Jack watched her fingers glide over the leather seat, the same motions over and over. C. H. U. C. K. It didn't seem as if she even realised what she was doing. Stilling her hand with his own, Jack tried to squash the niggling feeling of jealousy and regret. Jealousy wasn't new, he spent most of his life wanting what his brother had, and the rest of it wanting what Chuck had. Now regret, that was new. Blair had been throuh so much just because she had the misfortune of falling in love with a Bass. While it had ultimately been Chuck that had hurt her, Jack couldn't avoid the fact that he was partially to blame for the mess that Blair Waldorf was turning into.
The walk from the limo to the elevator that would take them up to the Waldorf penthouse was no easy task. Yet with surprising gentleness Jack managed to get Blair into the foyer without incident. Yet, as they were about to continue their journey the elevator doors opened behind them to reveal none other than Chuck Bass.
"I knew I could never trust you. Now i have proof that you're nothing more than a vindictive bitch with a hidden agenda." In his anger Chuck couldn't see past Jack's arm around her waist and Bliar's head resting against his shoulder. He missed how her legs were shaking, the way her eyes were glazed over. He saw what he wanted to see, he needed her to be the reason Jack had returned, because if she wasn't then it meant that he only had himself to blame for his situation.
Ever the opportunist Jack wasn't about to correct his nephew's assumptions about who had caused his return, or about the nature of his relationship with Blair. Looking away Blair couldn't stand the sight of the person that owned her heart, choosing instead to stare into the empty doorway. "Come on Chuck, you brought this on yourself and you know it. How far did you think you could push her before she broke?"
"You're never going to get the Empire. You always lose, and this time won't be any different." Blair felt the ghost of fingers under her chin pulling her attention away from the empty doorway and back to Chuck. Her heart clenched at the sight of him all righteous anger and arrogance. "But you see my dear nephew, you don't have the one person who could possibly save you. This time I've got Blair, and trust me I know how to keep a woman happy." Kissing her cheek lightly Jack couldnt help but feel some form of satisfaction at the wounded look on Chuck's face.
Sneering in disgust Chuck turned to leave without another word. As soon as he disappeared from sight Blair let out a distressed cry taking a wobbly step towards the door as if to follow him. The arm around her waist stopped her and in angry frustration she fought against the hold desperate to find Chuck. I have to find him, I have to make him unserstand. "No! No, please. I have to, please. Chuck!" Holding her tighter to his chest Jack wondered why it was exactly that his nephew decided he wanted to push away the one person who would do anything for him.
"Trust me sweetheart. you'll thank me for this later. Carter! Get your ass down here!" With unhurried steps Carter made his way down the stairs. "Jack, I see you made sure our dear B made it home safe. What a gentleman." A frown settled across Carter's face at the realization that there was something wrong with Blair. At a much quicker pace Carter moved to stand in front of a hyperventilating Waldorf. "What did she take Jack?"
"I don't know it was before I got there." Grabbing the clutch long forgotten from Blair's hand Carter easily found her stash. With a click her pill box shut, Carter shoved it in his pocket with a sigh before cradling Blair's face in his hands. "Please. Chuck, please. Please, I need Chuck." Carter spared a glance at Jack to see an equally unhappy expression. "B, come on B. You don't need Chuck. I know what you need. I've got it. I can get what you need if you want?"
Confusion covered her face, she couldn't keep hold of a thought for more than a few seconds. All she knew was she wanted Chuck, needed him. "What I need?" A smile spread across Carter's face. "Ya B. What you need. You want it?" She was still unsure but he said he had what she needed, and if she needed it then she should take it. "Yes, yes. I want it. I want it." Stroking her cheek as she nodded eagerly in agreement to something he knew she didn't really understand Carter moved to head back upstairs. "What are you gonna give her?" Jack was watching her with something close to sadess in his eyes. "She's been trying to run away from her problems. I'm going to give her something that's going to make her forget."
Leading her up the stairs to follow Carter, Jack only hoped that this wasn't another decision that would only further crack the already crumbling Waldorf.