Hey guys! So this chapter is a never before scene interpretation of the episode. So after Serena convinces Blair not to leave at the heliport, she takes her back to her home at The Palace, which coincidentally she is sharing with the Bass men. This is a scene where Chuck crosses paths...at least makes it his business to cross paths... with Blair later that night at the Van der Bass suite.


A Thin Line Between Chuck and Nate

"Sister, if you'd be so kind and grant me a few minutes with your friend," Chuck drawled lazily as he stood near Serena's door, drink in hand, silk robe hanging casually open.

Serena scowled at Chuck and took a peek inside her room where Blair sat on the bed skimming through a magazine and munching on low fat popcorn. She'd finally managed to have Blair relax a bit. The last thing she wanted to do was allow Chuck to unsteady her once more.

"I don't think that will be a good idea," Serena responded as she whipped her head around to face Chuck. "And will you please stop calling me sister. You and I are not related."

"Oh come now, Sister. Don't be bashful. I'm up for sibling bonding whenever you are," he slurred as he leaned forward and pressed a hand on the wall behind her.

"Eww...away. Now." Serena shoved at his chest and scrunched her face. "If I let you go in there for five minutes, will you leave us alone for the rest of the night? Preferably the rest of our lives," Serena asked impatiently. She'd had just about all she could take of Chuck Bass for the night.

"No promises," Chuck said as pulled away from her and entered the bedroom before Serena could protest. He locked the door securely behind him.

"S, what took you so long?" Blair asked as she looked up from the magazine she was engrossed in and her handful of popcorn froze midway to her mouth. Her mouth hung open as she stared up at him in shock.

"I do tend to have that effect," Chuck responded smugly as he made his way closer to the bed and stood at the foot of it. He looked her up and down and took in the sight of the delicate nightgown she wore.

"What are you doing here?" Blair growled out angrily as she grabbed a pillow from behind her and used it as a shield to cover herself with. She could already feel Chuck's predatory gaze on her and she refused to be ogled by him anymore.

"I came with a peace offering," Chuck breathed out gently as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. Blair dragged herself to the opposite corner, furthest away from him.

"Peace offering? I should castrate you after what you've done. What makes you think I want anything less than to declare war on you and everyone within a 5 mile radius of you- excluding the Van der Woodsens of course," Blair retorted dramatically as she felt the heat swirling through her veins and the anger threatening to overcome her.

"They're the Bass' now. At least will be soon enough. Let's not be petty. We can still be friends...with benefits," Chuck teased as a mischievous gleam filled his eyes and he leaned forward to catch a whiff of Blair's perfume on the pretext of grabbing some popcorn from the bowl in front of her. She smelled absolutely luscious. Good enough to eat, if only she'd let him.

"You're the last person on earth I would want to be friends with, much less 'friends with benefits.' The idea is repulsive," Blair scoffed indignantly as she grabbed her magazine in an attempt to ignore Chuck long enough until he decided to leave.

"Oh don't be so ridiculous. We were doing it for over a month before everything crashed and burned. And if I remember correctly, your constant moaning and purring told me you enjoyed it as much as I did," Chuck cooed out gently as he reached quickly and removed the magazine from her hands, flinging it across the room.

"Well you're welcome. I'm so glad I made it such a joyful experience for you," she bit out sarcastically. "But if I had known the repercussions of said affair," she cringed as she said the word, "I wouldn't have even allowed you to touch me."

"Allowed? You practically begged. I had to refuse you a couple of times, if you remember," Chuck said as he laughed and reached out and grabbed her wrist. "You were awfully feisty, Waldorf." He lowered his voice as he began to trace gentle circles on her wrist.

Blair's nostrils flared at the gentle and erotic feel of his touch and she struggled to remain impassive and in control.

"Am feisty," she corrected. "Now if you don't let go of me this minute, I'll show you just how feisty I can be," Blair warned darkly. All she managed to do was cause Chuck to chuckle deep in his throat.

"Sounds exquisite." He leaned closer.

"Get out." She pulled away.

"One last chance. Truce?" The playfulness was gone from his eyes as he awaited her response.

"Never," Blair scowled at him as he released his hold on her wrist and began walking toward the door.

"Let the games begin then," Chuck said devilishly, the light returning to his eyes, as he unlocked the door and headed out the room, winking at Serena on his way out.