Title: Lost and Found
Chapter 10: Intoxicated Accidents
Author: Shelby
Summary: If you don't get lost there's a chance you'll never be found. Chuck lost Blair sixteen years ago. Sixteen year old Danny Waldorf has something to find. Both get lost in the middle of nowhere. There she'll find something she lost and so will he. (Blair/Chuck).
A/N: Once again you reviewers are amazing. I'm a little sad that school started because I know it is delaying updates. I promise to keep going till the end though, no matter how long it takes me. Well let me know if you enjoy the chapter.
Facts you'll need for the story: Blair had Danny when she was nineteen. So Danny is now fifteen making Blair thirty-four.
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"Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you."
Horace
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"Danny I promise that you only have to stay here for the summer. If Chuck still wants to see you then we can do a custody thing. This isn't that bad," Blair tries to reason with her. They went up to their suite a few hours ago and got things situated. Chuck went back to his with only a small goodbye. Danny doesn't seem to care at all or about anything for that matter. So when her mother speaks she pretends to go on reading her magazine.
"Danielle Waldorf now I have had just about enough of this young lady. You do have a right to be mad at me, but not for this reason. Do you think I honestly want to stay in New York with the man I left behind to have his child? Don't you think it was hard for me to leave when I love him?" Blair raises her voice a bit and snatches the magazine away from Danny.
"Maybe first you should learn how to use past tense mother dearest," Danny scoffs and gets up from the bed. She goes into the bathroom and Blair hears the door lock and shower go on. She sighs and rubs her eyes. What did she even mean by past tense? Oh well maybe it was all this lack of sleep or something. Her head hits a pillow as she attempts to close her eyes.
"Yep that's not happening," she mutters and stands up. Maybe she just needs some fresh air or something. So she puts her purse over her shoulder and walks to the bathroom door. "Danny I'm going to down to the gift shop to get a few things I forgot back home. Do you want me to get you some snacks or anything?" it's a sad attempt, but she's running out of options. There's no response on the other end so Blair just goes out the door. The elevator ride down is quick and she still knows the Palace like the back of her hand. She reaches the gift shop in record time and browses.
"Is this all?" the man at the cash register asks. She nods and looks down at the items. They're silly and unnecessary really. Just some shampoo, gum, and some junk food to bribe her daughter. The man rings it all up and then looks back up at her. "Will that be cash or credit?" service with a smile never was so annoying.
"Credit," she replies and gives him both her card and ID. Not like she needs to hide using anything in New York now. The man looks at her ID and then before scanning anything hands her it and the card back. "You might be new on the job, but you're supposed to scan it," her voice contains a new level of sarcasm.
"I was given strict orders, along with the rest of the staff, that anything in this hotel for a Ms. Blair Waldorf is already paid for. I take it you're a friend of Mr. Bass," he informs her with a sigh. Blair narrows her eyes at him and snatches back her card and ID. Why did Chuck have to do things like this? Did he not know she has her family's money and own money? He does not need to provide for her. It is ridiculous and out of the question.
"Fine I'll pay in cash. Keep the change," she mutters and throws it on the counter. Before the man can object she grabs her bag and marches from the gift shop. She's pretty sure she heard the man say something along the lines of stubborn woman, but doesn't really care. When she gets to the elevator it's closing. "Wait!" she shouts. Luckily whoever is inside reopens the doors. He's a man in his forties, shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, and a bit of stubble. He reminds her of another version of Nate, but less proper. "Thank you," she nods at him and steps in.
"What floor?" he asks and motions towards the buttons. His smile is nice and calm. She reaches past him and hits a button. "Same floor," he chuckles a bit. "I'm Ashton by the way, Ashton Kensington. I promise I don't bite," his voice sounds amused.
"Sorry," she laughs a bit, "I just have had an interesting day. Scratch that the past few days have been hell." He does chuckle at this and shakes his head. It's nice to hear someone in a happy mood after all this drama. How could Blair forget there were people who were actually happy out there?
"Oh I bet I can top you. Today was my last day in divorce court with my wife. She got the house, full custody of my children, the car, and the pool boy," he mutters. Blair looks to him and raises her eyebrows. He turns towards her and sends a sarcastic smile. "Didn't even get the dog," he adds. Blair lets out a laugh, but stops quickly.
"I'm sorry that isn't funny it's just," she sends and apologetic look, "It's nice to hear I'm not the only one miserable right now." He nods in an understanding way. "Sorry about the dog... and everything else," her voice is sincere for once, it even surprises her. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" so maybe she was sympathetic because he seems a little heartbroken. Not like she can relate to that at all... she is just feeling generous.
"Buy me a drink downstairs?" he offers. Blair hesitates for a moment, but then the elevator stops. She pushes the lounge floor and the doors close again.
"Why not?" she shrugs. After all she could use a drink. They were free here anyways, she thinks with a smirk. Ashton smiles at her. "I'm Blair by the way, Blair Waldorf," her hand extends out to him. He shakes it.
"Nice to meet you Blair," he responds. The elevator doors to the lounge open up again.
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Danny hears a knock at the door and rolls her eyes. Did her mother forget to take her key? Slowly she pushes herself off the bed and walks to the door. When she opens it instead of her mother she sees a teenage boy standing there with a bag from the gift shop. He's in a bellboy outfit. Her arms cross and she leans in the doorway.
"Can I help you?" her tone is rude, but she could care less. The boy looks down for a moment, but then holds up the bag. He smiles nervously and blushes a bit. Oh great another teenage boy with too many hormones. Where was Trey for that matter? Wait what did she care. She didn't, back to the current situation.
"Danny? Well I was instructed by a Ms. Waldorf to bring this bag up to your room. Your mother said to tell you that she'll be up before long and if there's anything you need for me to get it for you," he tells her and stutters a bit. She takes the bag from him and is about to usher him away when she hears the door of 1812, next door, start to open.
"Actually there is something you can do for me," she smirks. The boy raises his eyebrows at her change in attitude. Her hand touches his chest. "I was just wondering how old you are?" she keeps her tone very flirtatious. The door opens and she sees Chuck glance at them. It's clear he has already been drinking in his room, typical. Hasn't even known him that long, but after those few nights at the bar she knows he was most likely drowning himself in scotch. The boy does not notice him though and smiles back at Danny.
"Oh I'm um... sixteen," he tells her. She pretends not to have seen Chuck and giggles a bit. "So Danny is a very pretty name. I get off work in about an hour if you want to..."
"What do you think you're doing?" Chuck says from behind with an angry tone. Danny rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. The boy, recognizing the voice, turns around immediately. Does he honestly have the right to be a protective father yet? Danny thinks not. "Do you have any idea who you were talking to?" he furthers.
"Mr. Bass... I um... I do get off work soon. I was going right back I promise... I um..." the boy rambles on like an idiot. Danny just watches the mess she's created. Is it wrong to thrive off of the misfortune of others at times like this? Oh well who cares.
"That's not what I asked," Chuck retorts, "Do you have any idea that you are speaking with my daughter? You're lucky I don't have you fired." As soon as the threat is put down Danny's head snaps up. She narrows her eyes at Chuck and pushes the bellboy to the side. He watches the scene with wide eyes.
"Oh really?" she scoffs, "I don't think so. If I was your daughter we would have the same last name and we don't. If I was your daughter you would have been there for me when I was growing up and you weren't. And if I was your daughter you would know every single thing about me, but you know what?" a bitter laugh escapes her lips. Before he can say anything her lips part to finish him off and she points at him. "You don't know anything," she concludes. With that she turns back towards the bellboy who stands there unsure of what to do. "Don't' forget it's room 1813. Come up when your shift ends and we'll have fun, oh and, don't mind the do not disturb sign," she looks at Chuck mockingly before back at the bellboy, "It doesn't apply to you." With that she goes in the door and locks it.
"Mr. Bass..." the bellboy is practically shaking in fear. Instead of his previous death glare though Chuck now looks a little lost. He doesn't spare the boy one look, but motions him with his hand.
"You're fired," he tells him. Usually he would go with a warning, but his anger needs to be taken out on someone. The boy almost seems relieved and makes a run for the staircase. Apparently the elevator wouldn't take him fast away from Chuck. Chuck could care less though because that wasn't enough. He has a pain in his chest, but is more angry than anything. This was all Blair's fault... How come that thought didn't even make him feel better? And the only thing that would make him feel better was Scotch. He already knew the previous ones were going to set in soon and he might be drunk, but he did not care. So he goes into the elevator and hits the lounge button.
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"Wow so you're only thirty-four?" Ashton asks. Blair raises her eyebrows and frowns a bit. He chuckles, "Oh no I did not mean it like that. I meant having a daughter who is fifteen and only being thirty-four. My oldest is thirteen and I'm forty-six." The explanation makes her smile again and she takes a sip of her drink. Ashton is nice and in a way she can relate to him. Plus the lounge is pretty much empty and the area they are in is a booth over in the corner. He's on one side and she is on the other.
"Well you do not look it. I'd say you could pass for about thirty-six," she decides with a nod of her head. She's not tipsy, but is in a playful mood. To be honest she's only had two martini's. In no way would she ever get drunk when she has Danny upstairs.
"Thank you, but I'm guessing this only makes things weirder because you look about twenty-three," he responds. Blair rolls her eyes. "No, I'm not kidding. I'm guessing there's something in that water over in France," he jokes.
"Actually I grew up here. Though on the Upper East Side I don't think the water is very relevant," she gives him a knowing look. He takes a big gulp of his drink and nods. "Though I'm sure after your ex-wife you know all about that one..." her voice trails off.
"I'll drink to that," he declares and finishes off his drink. The bartender comes around and refills it for him. Blair's martini is on low, but she shakes her head. "Smart girl. Rough day and she has enough sense not to drink away her problems," he notes.
"Let's just say I've seen how that's worked out for others I have known," she mutters. Why did she have to think of Chuck now? She was actually having a bit of fun and he enters her mind. He was probably upstairs right now screwing some whore in his suite... ugh what did she care? She turns back to Ashton and crosses her legs.
"Well I highly commend you for the choice regardless," he nods. She smiles at the compliment. It's seldom she gets them although she never really gives people the option to do so. Most men she meets are when she's with Danny so she brushes them off instantly. After all the insults Chuck has hurled her with in the past few days though she is more accepting.
"So how long are you staying here?" she asks, changing the subject. Perhaps it's best to avoid anything that will cause him to invade her thoughts. Her glass raises to her lips and she finishes it off. Pushing it aside, she just picks up her water instead.
"Well actually I've just been staying here during the divorce, or Misery Month as I like to call it," his voice lowers at this and Blair laughs, but he doesn't seem to mind. "So I'm actually checking out tomorrow and going over to my new Condo at the Mayfair on Park Avenue," he answers.
"Oh yes back in high school I had a few friends who lived there," Blair responds. High school feels like forever ago and she's not one hundred percent sure, but somebody from Constance had to live there at one point. It was one of the top real estate places on the Upper East Side.
"Well since you know it you're welcome to come and visit anytime you want," he offers with a shrug. It's a completely friendly offer, no sexual innuendo implied. So she smiles and parts her lips to say something equally nice back to him.
"Thanks, but no thanks. We'll be otherwise occupied," a familiar voice is heard before Blair can utter a word. Her back stiffens immediately. What was he doing here now? Before she can turn around he sits down next to her. Ashton stares at Chuck in confusion. Her eyes widen when his arm goes around her, but then she smells the Scotch on him. Just what she needs right now... a drunken Chuck.
"Chuck," she smiles nervously, "What are you doing here?" her mouth keeps up the grin and charade, but her eyes just about murder him. He only looks at her for a moment, his eyes equally dark, almost black in fact. Then he smirks and turns to look at Ashton.
"So who's your friend?" he asks with a intimidating look at Ashton. His voice is very sarcastic as he does this. Great he's being mean, drunk Chuck. This is the kind of Chuck that she hates the most. The Chuck that compared her to one of his fathers sweaty old horses in this very bar or almost every time she saw him after Bart died.
"This is Ashton, Chuck. He and I were just having a drink, alone," she emphasizes the last part. Chuck rolls his eyes and sucks back the rest of his scotch. The bartender quickly comes over and refills it with out so much as a word. Blair wants to smack the man for giving him more when he clearly has had enough.
"I've always found it's best not to drink with only one other person actually. It always leads to matters of fornication, but I'm sure Blair already knows all about that," he smiles wickedly at her and then winks at Ashton, "In fact throw in a limo and you'll find she just falls right in your lap." Blair blushes wickedly and tries to make eye contact with Chuck. Her gaze at him is murderous, but he won't turn to even look at her. Ashton tries to smile it off.
"Well I guess we all have our wild teenage days. I know I sure did," he says with ease and sits back against the seat. His eyes connect with Blair and she can tell he's not the type to cause a scene. Unlike the Basstard beside her. Chuck looks at them both, not liking this man having eye contact with his Blair. Who did this idiot think he was? Chuck throws back another Scotch and sort of slams the glass on the table when he's done. Ashton looks to him and so does Blair, but he keeps his eyes with Ashton. They fill with threat and shoot at the unwelcome person across from him.
"And yours were what like? Forty years ago?" Chuck scoffs. His voice and eyes challenge Ashton. Blair's eyes widen and she kicks Chuck under the table.
"Chuck," she gasps and turns his face to her with force. He stares at her for a moment, but then just looks back at Ashton.
"It's alright Blair," Ashton chuckles, "Well Chuck I must say you and Blair certainly have different opinions on the matter though. I mean I'm forty six, but she claims I look thirty." He takes a sip of his own drink. Blair bites her bottom lip when she sees Chuck rolls his eyes.
"How generous of her," he mutters. The bartender comes around again, but Blair places her hand on top of Chuck's. He looks to her instantly at the contact, but then his eyes feel with irritation.
"Chuck I think you've had enough," she keeps her voice low and makes sure to use his name. He however just tears the glass and his hand away from her. The bartender prepares to fill it.
"Not quite," he retorts. The meaning behind his statement is heard loud and clear in her ears. What happened to their truce? Why the hell did he always want to embarrass her like this? Not to mention he made himself look like an ass too.... not that it was different than usual though.
"You know I'm actually rather tired and should probably get back upstairs," Blair lies and tries to stand. Chuck drags her back down into the seat though. This time when his arm goes around her shoulders it locks. "Or I could just finish my water," she mumbles with irritation. Seriously what was with him? Sure he was drunk, but come on.... why would he act like this?
"So how did you two meet?" Chuck questions and motions between Ashton and Blair. He's still got that tone. The cocky, drunken, I'm a jackass tone. At this point she would rather melt into a puddle on the filthy floor than stay here.
"We shared an elevator. Chuck let's go," Blair urges him and tries to pull on his shirt a bit. He doesn't budge or even allow her too though. Instead he just stares at Ashton. Waiting to be provoked in any kind of way. Blair hates that he's really good at doing this to people too. Chuck Bass could make the Pope swear.
"Say Chuck, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Ashton questions. Of course he's probably seen Chuck before. Who in New York hasn't seen his picture for being CEO and billionaire of Bass industries? Chuck picks up his drink, brings it to his lips, and smirks.
"Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore," he replies before sipping his drink. Blair puts her hand around her eyes and ducks down a bit. She can't even make eye contact with Ashton anymore. Chuck on the other hand refuses to back down at all. He's drunk, but that's irrelevant. All he wants to do is push this man to the edge and in turn embarrass Blair, kill two birds with one stone.
"Tell me Chuck," Ashton manages to still stay cool as he leans forward a bit, "Are you Blair's jealous ex-boyfriend or something?" his tone mocks Chuck a bit. Blair closes her eyes and hopes for the best. Oh shit... why did he ever have to ask something like that?
"I'm a hell of a lot more than you'll ever be," Chuck snaps and goes to stand up. Blair immediately latches herself onto him and tries to keep him down. Ashton stands up to and that causes her to panic. She positions herself in front of Chuck. This is something she should not have to do anymore.
"Why don't you just do her a favor and leave her alone Chuck? Despite you acting like an ass she's tried pretty hard to keep you under control," Ashton asserts. He then looks to Blair, "Look if you want this guy to leave you alone I can..."
"This guy?!" Chuck roars, "This guy?!" he pushes past Blair and gives a hard push to Ashton's chest. "Do you even know who the hell I am?! I'm Chuck Bass and also the father of her child! The only one who is going to leave will be you when I have your ass escorted out by security!" he goes to make another move at Ashton, but Blair gets in between them.
"Stop it, both of you!" she shouts. There is no way she can ever be thankful enough they are the only ones left in the lounge. Chuck grabs Blair instantly and pulls her to him possessively. His eyes glare at Ashton and send a look that says, 'Come hither and die'. "Chuck let's go," she repeats. Just then two security guards come up.
"Mr. Bass is there a problem?" one asks him and looks skeptically at Ashton. Chuck sends him a drunken smirk and Blair quickly turns around.
"There isn't a problem. I was just taking him back to his suite, Chuck," she nods and grabs onto his hand. He stares at it for a moment, but then looks back to the security guard.
"Throw this man out of my hotel," he orders. The men both nod and then take Ashton by his shoulders and start to drag him out.
"Chuck!" Blair gasps and sends an apologetic look to Ashton before he is gone. Chuck sees this and pulls on her arm. In the process he accidentally twists it a bit and she lets out a small scream of pain. "Let go of me!" she demands and yanks her hand away. Chuck does this and stares at her. Then his face contorts with anger again and he grabs onto her wrist. He yanks her towards him until her body hits against his. She's never seen him like this before and it does honestly scare her a bit.
"Don't you ever do anything like that again, especially in my hotel," he demands, voice livid. Blair tries to pull her hand away, but he gives another rough pull towards him. She can feel his fingers bruising her, but finds the strength to reply in anger.
"I wasn't doing anything. Besides you don't own me. I can do whatever the hell I please. Unhand me now!" she bellows. Chuck only grabs her other wrists though and pushes her against the wall. Her eyes search the room in panic, but not even a bartender remains anymore.
"I do own you Blair. If you want to keep Danny then you're mine. You've made my life miserable so I'm going to do the same to you. I hate you," his eyes are black with anger and his words sting her. All he can think about as he does this is what Danny said to him earlier. He wants someone to feel all the hurt he feels and she's the most deserving.
"Chuck you're hurting me," she cries in pain. Why can't she break through to him? This isn't the real Chuck. It's some monster... she's created. "Please," her voice breaks and a few tears trail down her cheeks. Slowly his face softens a bit and he looks down at her wrists. It's blue, blood circulation gone. His eyes widen and he releases it. However because he is so drunk he actually pushes her body away from him. She stumbles backwards, falls against a table, and then the floor. Her eyes look to him with shock, confusion, and fear.
"Blair," he slurs and tries to move towards her, but she gets up and backs away from him. He stops, drunk or not, how scared she is of him is now evident. When she knows he won't come forward she actually takes off in a run for the elevator. What the hell did he just do?
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When Blair enters the room she makes sure to be completely covered. Her wrists feel like someone has snapped them in half almost and she can't even begin to fathom all that happened. She's never seen him act like that before, even when he was drunk. Sure she knew he had every right to still be mad at her for everything that happened, but she was honestly not doing anything tonight. If he wouldn't have interrupted he would have seen she always declines those offers now that she has Danny. Speaking of Danny she's glad that she's in her bedroom asleep. She can sense when somethings wrong with her mother just as easily as Blair can sense it with her.
"Get it together Blair," she whispers to herself and goes into the master bedroom of their suite. Unlike how she usually keeps her door, tonight she locks it. Danny is not going to come to her anyways and she can not be caught off guard by her entering. Slowly she slides down against the door and brings her wrists out in view of the bedroom light.
"Oh my God," she gasps at the sight. They each have large purple fingerprint imprints on them. Not to mention her arms are red from the lack of blood circulation. It was an accident, he didn't know what he was doing, but it still scares her. It scares her that she can do this to him, after all it had to be something that she did. Then she stands and lifts up her shirt to examine her back where she hit the table. There's not a bruise yet, but it's red all over her back and a cut on down from her right shoulder to her middle back. It was where the corner got her. That she knew was a complete accident or at least she hopes it was. She pulls back down her shirt and then hears her phone ring. It's her father, but it's so late. Regardless she answers it.
"Blair bear, I've been calling you all night. I wanted to see if you got settled. Roman and I have been worried sick," his voice is stern, but gentle. It's how her father has always spoken to her. Unlike her mother he was more of a parent to her even with his absence through her teen years. She makes sure to suck up all she has and sound normal.
"Hey daddy, I'm sorry I didn't get your call. I've just been trying to get everything settled. Danny and I are fine though. You don't have to worry," she assures him. Her voice breaks a little, but she coughs to cover it up. It's great he's not hear to see her face though because the tears would give her away.
"Well Danny's been calling me. She said you went down to the gift shop, but instead of returning sent the things up. Are you two fighting? I told her you were probably in the lounge or something, but she insisted on me finding out if you were okay," he explains to her. Blair feels her heart lift a little, but then it drops again. Great now she made her daughter worry and get upset. Honestly what was she thinking even going for a couple drinks? She should have just remained upstairs and tried to get Danny talking to her again.
"I was just in the lounge daddy. Chuck was there with me and we were just..." she trails off unsure of what to say. Luckily her father takes her reasoning the wrong way and she can hear him laugh on the other end.
"Just one day back in New York and Chuck Bass is already trying to get you up to his suite again," he jokes. If her mother heard him she would probably have a heart attack. Blair herself thinks she may have her heart attack. Her father has it completely wrong. From what went on downstairs the last thing Chuck wants is being like that with her ever again. He told her that he hates her.
"It wasn't like that daddy. In fact I wasn't even down there with Chuck to begin with. I met some man in the elevator and went down to have one drink. Chuck just showed up later," she admits. It's always been hard to lie to her father. She feels extremely guilty when she does this. Unlike her mother who she feels guilty if she tells the truth because she makes her feel that way.
"Oh Blair," he sighs. Blair frowns at his tone of voice. She parts her lips to say something about this, but then she hears him again. "You know I've never protested if not encouraged you trying to meet someone back home, but to do it in front of Chuck? Blair don't you think he's going through enough as it is?" he questions.
"Daddy what on Earth are you talking about? For one I wasn't trying to meet anyone it's called friendly conversation. And for two Chuck had no reason to get upset like he did. The only thing that binds us together is Danny. We haven't seen each other in sixteen years for God's sake," she realizes her mistake in words instantly. Now she has actually admitted to her father that Chuck was upset. Sure he does not know the extent of it, or else he would be on a plane here right now, but still it was a slip up she should have never made.
"Blair you should know by now that distance and time is not an element when it comes to you and Charles. As for him getting upset, what actually happened?" he presses, voice now concerned. It was weird how her father knew Chuck from just knowing what he was like as a boy.
"Nothing happened," she lies, "He was just a little intoxicated and something was already upsetting him I think. We just had a few words and he used the man to take his anger out on. Danny saw none of it and I can not tell him how to conduct himself on his own time." Her tone is so business like and non-emotional. She could make herself believe the lies if she tried hard enough.
"Well although I disapprove of his methods we both know from the time you two went out in college he's always been the jealous type Blair. If you refuse to believe he doesn't care for you then try to see it this way. He just found out about Danny and seen you again after sixteen years. Anything, even casual conversation with some man is going to look like a threat to him," he explains. Blair shakes her head because her father is all wrong. Chuck doesn't know what the word threat means unless he's using it against someone.
"Alright dad," she sighs, "I'll take that into consideration. It's actually very late here so I'm going to go onto bed. Talk to you soon, love you, and goodnight." She hangs up the phone right after he says the same back to her. Wrists and backs are still hurting so she takes some medicine and then a hot bath. She checks on Danny, who is asleep, one more time and then crawls into her own bed. Maybe tomorrow she'll wake-up and realize it was all nothing, but just a bad dream.
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Her mother is still asleep and the door is locked. It's weird in Danny's opinion, but she does not question it. Instead she goes about the morning in this miserable hotel suite. All she wants to do is go home and see her friends. She wants it so bad that she slept walk last night. At the ding of the elevator she woke-up and found herself in the lobby. On the way to the airport no doubt. So she came back upstairs and acted as if it did not happen. Now she's sitting on the couch sketching away. It's a picture of Sadie, one of the people she longs for most right about now.
"Danny," a person calls with a light knocking on the door. Her hands immediately stop what they're doing and eyes rise to the door. There's slight excitement when she detects who the voice is despite her best efforts to make her feel otherwise. Slowly and cautiously she puts her sketchbook back in her purse and gets up.
"Who is it?" she asks even though she already knows the answer. It's silent for a few moments and then she hears him laugh. His laugh is so soothing, deep, and calm. Then again it also sounds a bit too arrogant for her liking. "I don't open the door for strangers," she adds.
"What's your take on kidnappers then?" Trey counters. She pictures his smirk in her mind. Maybe she can't see him right now, but she knows it's there. This is exactly what she meant by arrogant. Instead of simply obliging to her request and stating his name he turns it into a game for his own enjoyment. Rolling her eyes in the process she opens up the door.
"What are you doing here Fairchild? Showing up somewhere you were never told I was to be is a bit of a stalker like quality don't you think?" she says. Her tone is slightly joking and then also serious too. He only laughs more at this and leans in the doorway.
"Well Waldorf I can't say you're a very challenging victim. We're not even at the climax and I already have you trapped in my web," he plays along. Danny purses her lips, but his grin only grows more. He then nods back towards the elevator. "Come on, it's time you and I explored the city a bit," it's not even an offer, but more of a demand.
"You must be crazy if you think I'd willingly go anywhere with you. Especially in some detestable, strange city like this one. This isn't going to be another Natalee Holloway case," she shoots him down with a skeptical look.
"Only you would research some kidnapping that happened before you were born. Tell me are you simply not fulfilled with the depressing events that happen in your own life time?" his voice is mocking her. Why can't for once he just back down?
"I don't know Collin. It seems like I should ask you the same question. Since while trying to make a point and insult me, you revealed your own adoration of oppressing events as well. Tell me is it this fetish we share that draws you to me?" she smirks back at him. Time for another witty banter, Fairchild verses Waldorf, who will win? She can hear the cheesy announcer in her head.
"As much as it pains me to repudiate your allegation my dear Danielle, I regret to inform you there are too many other things..." he eyes her body up and down, "that allures me to you." Danny feels naked as he undresses her with his eyes. Never before has she felt so self conscious. How on Earth did this imbecile manage to do this to her?
"If you don't want those blue eyes to turn black, you'll remember to not let them wander," she threatens. He quickly raises them back to hers and smiles sarcastically. His hand goes to his chest and he leans forward a bit.
"Forgive me, I offer you my deepest reparations Ms. Waldorf," he responds. What a load of bull. She rolls her eyes at his attempt to sound remorseful. Of course in all reality he knows she is aware he is not the least bit sorry. This just annoys her even more.
"Please," she scoffs, "A miscreant individual like yourself has not one remorseful bone in his body." Her left eyebrow rises and lips purse. It's her way of saying 'don't even try to talk shit to me'. Honestly this boy had met her mother after all and seemed scared of her. Was it not obvious Danny most likely has learned and perfected the art of supreme bitch. It just does not come out as much.
"Well I do have one bone that would love to be in your body," he returns with a smirk. His body moves towards her and breathing stops. Trey locks his blue eyes with hers, face inches apart. She feels goosebumps come about all over her skin and her lips start to tingle. "Come with me," he breathes. Danny realizes what it feels like to be teased in this moment. His lips are so close yet he does not connect them.
"Why?" she manages one word out and it sounds weak. Dammit Danny get out of the trance now she screams inwardly at herself. Her body refuses this option though and only wants to move closer. It's so bad she even actually feels the cliché expression of going weak at the knees.
"Because," he moves closer and she backs into the doorway until she hits wall. His lips twist into the infamous smirk she has come to know in such a short time. "You want to," he whispers in her ear. Danny's eyes widen when she feels his lips delicately place a kiss on her jaw line. The coldness is felt when he moves to the other side "And because," kiss on the shell of her ear, "I want you to." Languidly he moves off of her just enough to come face to face again. "Do you need to grab a coat?" he smirks, knowing very well he has won this won.
"It's summer," she responds. Every part of her is working hard to regain some self control and composure. It would be so easy to just kiss him. Honestly what has she become? This effect he has on her is far too great for her liking. Yet she can't seem to rid of it either.
"Follow me," he concludes and moves off of her completely. It takes her a moment to push herself off the door and actually do so. Then halfway to the elevator she stops again as if some other force is telling her to go back and at least tell someone of her departure. By doing that though she could risk being held back. So her feet move and she steps into the elevator with Trey. He turns to smile at her before the doors close.
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Blair gets up and peaks out into the suite. Danny is nowhere to be found and it's way past morning. Cautiously she steps out into the room with just her silk night gown on. It exposes her whole back so she makes sure Danny is not here before she does this. Panic starts to rise in her when she can't find a note or anything. Hadn't she promises not to run away again? Especially on her own when Sadie was back in France. Hyperventilating would have came if her eyes did not land on the couch. She left her sketchbook here which meant she would be back. Her breathing steadies again and heart rate goes back to normal. Until she hears the knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asks meekly and leans against it. There is silence for a while and she wonders if she was just hearing things. Turning her back she goes to walk away, but then there's another knock. She just stops, back to the door, and deciding what to do. Before she thinks it over a lot she goes back to it and just opens it.
"Chuck?" her voice breaks a bit and she freezes up. He looks awful, after his state last night he probably should. Of course last night is something she doesn't really want to think about again. His eyes are blood shot. "Danny isn't here right now you can go back to your room," she goes to close the door, but he stops her.
"I'm not here to see Danny," he clarifies. It's then his eyes drop to her wrists on the door. "I did that, didn't I?" he questions. Everything is a bit hazy of the night before for him, but certain things make him remember. Blair pulls her arms back to herself and nods, eyes not being able to meet his own.
"You were very intoxicated," she defends. "Don't worry, Danny knows nothing and I don't plan to change that fact. You obviously don't remember that well and we can just pretend it didn't happen," her voice changes as she tries to keep it stern and strong sounding.
"It's kind of hard to do that when your wrists are bruised with my fingerprints," Chuck steps into the room and closes the hotel door. Blair moves away from him at the noise. As soon as she does this she regrets it and looks up to see his face. "You're scared of me?" his voice breaks a bit. It's more of a statement than a question.
"No, of course not," she shakes her head no. He looks at her skeptically and then reaches out to touch her wrists. "Do you want coffee?" she asks and turns around to walk to the kitchen. Then she stops and squeezes her eyes shut. How could she be so stupid to turn around like that? "It's not as bad as it looks," she assures him and turns back around. "I'm fine really," she moves towards him to show him. Chuck backs up this time and holds up his hands.
"Don't come near me please," he sighs. Blair stops where she is and watches him carefully. He rubs his head and looks away from her. Finally he looks to her. "What... What did I do to you last night?" he raises his voice a bit, but sounds as if he's pleading.
"You didn't even realize what you were doing to my wrists and when you did then you stopped and accidentally pushed me into a table. The physical stuff was an accident, but I... I just wanted to know why you came down so mad with me to begin with," she presses and moves towards him. He backs into the door and she stops in front of him.
"I don't know I just remember Danny and me arguing. She said if she was my daughter then we would have the same last name, that I would if been there for her when she was growing up, and that I would know everything about her which I don't. I was pissed and already on the verge of being drunk so I decided to go down to the bar. I just remember you and... and... and some guy," he recovers something else and no frowns at her. "What were you doing with some guy?" his voice raises a bit and displays his displeasure for this.
"Nothing," she replies quickly, "I was just talking with someone. Then you came down and acted like an ass. I knew you were drunk, but you just kept drinking. Then you tried to lunge at him, luckily the bar was empty by then, but security came. You had him thrown out. Is this triggering anything?" she tries to sound angry, but it's hard. After he told her what went on with Danny it makes a bit more sense why he was so angry. She was part of the reason Danny was able to call him on all those things. Still though that night he just took personal shots at her.
"Yeah now I remember him offering you a night cap. Come see me anytime you want. You were going to go with him weren't you?" he accuses and moves towards her. Blair shakes her head immediately. Everything always would lead to an argument with them. For instance an argument about an argument.
"No! I told you I can't do those things, I have a daughter. You're the one who came down and acted like a... like a..." she trails off. Chuck's eyes don't look angry anymore, but very serious. They suddenly fall to her wrists again and he takes them in his hands gently. Blair stares at him and her fear slowly dies down a bit. His eyes raise to hers again.
"Like what?" he asks quietly. His fingertips brush over her bruises and he wishes he could make them go away at his touch. Too bad it was his touch that put them there to begin with. "What did I act like?" he speaks again when she does not respond.
"Like a jealous boyfriend," she answers finally. Her eyes can't meet his as she does this so instead she stares down at their hands still touching. It's such a weird moment with so many different emotions going on. Chuck tries to make eye contact with her, but she constantly refuses it. It's not until she feels ready that she puts on her game face and looks up at him. "We both know how each of us can get when we drink though. People always go to the past when they're drunk. Who knows what was going through your mind. Maybe you thought that I was doing something with this man and he was a threat to take me, and by that I mean Danny, away from you again," she makes up excuses and is thankful for her fathers phone call.
"Regardless what was going through my sadistic mind Blair, there are bruises on your skin in the shape of my fingerprints. Not to mention I pushed you into a fucking table. You do realize you could have had my ass put in jail last night..." his tone is angry again, but it's not directed at her, but himself.
"I would never do that," she snaps and looks into his eyes again. "You weren't honestly trying to hurt me Chuck. As much of a egocentric, callous, and controlling ass you can be... I know that you would never intentionally hurt me physically. You were inebriated and things got out of hand. It's over and we need to just move on," she nods and finally pulls her hands from his.
"But it's just going to happen again the next time I get drunk!" he snaps. The words leave his lips without consent from his brain. The confusion displays all over Blair's face and he decides to just let the words, well some of them, that are begging come out. "If Danny never starts to forgive me, if I can't get over the sixteen years I've missed, if she can't get over the sixteen years I've missed, if I am anything like the kind of father my own was, or worse for that matter with what I did to you last night. I'm angry at you Blair! I'm bitter and resentful! You took everything away from me! My daughter, sixteen years of her growing up, and you! The one person I ever opened up to! You just left like it was nothing! Went and started your life with our daughter with out me! Like you never even loved me!" he shouts. As soon as the l-word escapes he silences though. Blair looks up at him with sorrowful eyes.
"It wasn't nothing," she shakes her head and her eyes water up. "It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I was so in love with you, but I was scared. After that argument and you wanting me to get an abortion. I couldn't do that to something that was apart of you, apart of me. I didn't even care if I would die giving birth because I loved her the moment I found out I was pregnant. Leaving you was so hard, but I thought because she was apart of you then I could keep going. So I just left and I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do to change that and there never will be. So hate me if you want. Please feel free to, but don't say I never loved you. Just.. don't say that," her voice breaks a bit and she turns away from him. Chuck moves towards her and his hand touches her bruising back. Blair closes her eyes and inhales a large breath. She feels his breath on her neck.
"I could never hate you," he whispers and kisses her cheek. Blair feels like she'll explode when his lips touch her skin. Then it's over though and he pulls away from her. "I'm sorry about last night. Meet me for dinner tonight, you and Danny both. Maybe together we can convince her to talk to us," he concludes. Blair keeps her back to him, but nods. She hears the door close and then finally allows her hand to fly up and touch where he kissed her cheek.
She still loves Chuck Bass.
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A/N: Well review if you want to read more. Bet that last line made a lot of you happy...
