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: Sorry for the wait on an update. My life has been hectic to say in the least. I hope you enjoy this chapter though. Let me know if you're still reading.
Blair's Flashback Wedding Dress:
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"What are you doing here?" Blair gasped.
Doe brown eyes widened at the vision of the man who stood across from her. How he had gotten past security was baffling enough, but that he actually had the gall to come—well, it was a lot to take in.
"Chuck, wh—what are you doing here?" Blair whispered. Her eyes flickered back inside to make sure Jack wasn't standing there. If he woke up and found them then he'd be furious. She turned back and shook her head in disbelief.
Chuck moved forward. He reached up to grab her arm kindly, but his face remained serious, stern. He wanted her to know he wasn't backing down with what he said next.
"Blair, I'm here to take you. If you don't come with me then eventually Serena and Nate are going to come up here too. Everyone knows what is going on and we aren't leaving without you. I'm not leaving without you," Chuck stated with absolute certainty.
She laughed breathlessly and sardonically, "Everyone knows what? That I'm married to Jack?" He had no right to come in and try to sweep her off her feet. She belonged with Jack. He was the one who didn't give up on her, not Chuck, nor Nate, nor Serena.
Chuck furrowed his brow, but stepped into the room. He begged with his eyes for her to just come, make things easier. "I know what Jack did to you, Blair. I can save you from this. I—"
He stopped mid-sentence. Blair was confused, but then saw his eyes gaze past her. They narrowed and he moved as if to grab her. She stepped away though. When she looked between the two Bass men she felt lightheaded.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here, nephew?" Jack demanded. He took a dangerous step towards the younger man. His hands fisted at his sides.
"I'm here to save Blair because I love her. I always have," Chuck returned with absolutely not fear. His nostrils flared. He thought it would be hard to say, but it wasn't. Finally those three words, eight letters felt natural.
"You what?" Blair questioned. She put a hand to her head and her breathing became abnormal.
"I—I need to sit down." She stumbled towards the couch, but then tried to straighten her posture. She could feel another anxiety attack approaching.
"You want to save her?" Jack asked with a livid laugh. He shook his head. "You're too late, nephew. She needed you a long time—"
"Jack, please," Blair interjected in plea. She started towards him with tears in her eyes. She couldn't have Chuck know her past. He would think her even more pathetic than usual. Her husband's features softened and he reached for her.
"You're not touching her ever again!" Chuck snapped. He went for Jack, but his uncle turned suddenly and grabbed him by the collar. Chuck grunted as he was forced up against the wall.
"Once again you have it all wrong, nephew. Blair likes when I touch her. She loves me," Jack retorted. He gave Chuck a push with each word he threw at him.
Neither man noticed the tiny brunette who started to tremble, turning a ghostly white.
"Does she like when you touch her with cigarettes? I saw what you did to her back. You're a monster," Chuck spat. He tried to push his uncle off him, but had no avail.
"That's it! You want to know the truth about Blair? Fine, here it is! When she was missing and you didn't bother to look for her she got a boyfriend! This boyfriend was named Blaise! He got her addicted to drugs, raped her, and even tried to sell her body in Amsterdam! She stood half naked in a fucking window! When I was there two men were forcing themselves on her! I was the only one who stopped them! And where you were, Chuck Bass? Back here in New York, without a care in the world… you probably even had some whore in your bed!" Jack revealed. It all came from his lips so fast he couldn't stop it if he wanted to.
Chuck felt like he wanted to vomit, but shook his head. It wasn't true. Jack was just trying to get in his mind, distract him.
"You're lying. That would never happen to Blair on her own, not even in a downward spiral. You just don't want to own up to what you did to her," Chuck returned. He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince though, Jack or himself.
"Stop! Please just stop!" Blair screamed frantically. Mascara streamed down her cheeks and she held her chest. It was hot and her vision blurred.
Jack refused though, "You're right. It wouldn't just happen to Blair. But it was what you did that caused it all. You made it happen to her. Congratulations, nephew."
Chuck lost it and screamed. He pushed Jack back and started to charge towards him, but then something caught his eye. They both heard a loud thud and turned to where Blair had stood. They looked down. She had fainted and lied lifelessly on the floor.
It takes a lot to stop a storm, but Blair Waldorf ended it instantaneously.
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Nate and Serena stood side-by-side in the elevator. They had gotten one phone call from Chuck, but it wasn't needed. The image of Blair being loaded into an ambulance was an image neither of them would forget for the rest of their lives.
The moment the elevator stopped and dinged at the floor they fought to get out the door. Nate and Serena appeared to be racing to the correct waiting room. They both slowed to a stop, trying to catch their breath.
Chuck and Jack sat right in front of them, glaring at each other. Then the younger man looked away. He had huge dark circles under his eyes. It was as if someone had taken the life out of him, the hope. And they didn't know it, but Jack's words had.
"Chuck, wh—what happened?" Serena asked. She was confused. Nate touched her arm and glared at Jack. Both of the blondes still assumed he was abusing one of their oldest friends.
"Just ask Jack. He probably did it," Nate muttered.
Jack rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Whatever my nephew told you, it was wrong. He had no idea what he was talking about."
"I was wrong. We all were," Chuck confirmed, voice just above a whisper. He then put his head in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Is there anything I can get you?" the nurse walked over with a sympathetic look.
"Can you tell me what state my wife is in? Will she be okay?" Jack's voice sounded.
The word wife sounded worse than ever for Chuck. He stood up and walked away from them, unable to catch his breath. He just needed it all to stop, but he knew that wasn't possible. Everything had officially gone to hell. As for when it did though, he wasn't quite sure anymore.
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"Chuck, this is Blair again. Dorota had her baby. I went by the Empire, but I missed you. I'm coming to your penthouse so please just be there," Blair prayed into the phone. She then hit the end button, put it back in her pocket, and closed her eyes to release a shaky breath.
The butterflies in her stomach were tangled in nervous knots. She couldn't help, but grin. Before she wasn't going to go, but that was silly. He was right. He always had been. They were inevitable. She had to follow her heart, go to him. God, Blair Waldorf loved Chuck Bass more than she had anyone in her entire life. She loved him so much it hurt at times.
And as the elevator raised closer and closer to his floor, she felt as if she was riding to the top of the world. Blair and Chuck were going to put all the bad behind them, look back on the good, and even more so to their sure to be magical future.
Nothing could stop them now—or so she thought.
The elevator dinged and Blair did all, but jump out. She was so excited that she stumbled on her footsteps and giggled. Her doe brown eyes rose and searched the room. Where was he? She frowned, but then realized the candlelight coming from his bedroom.
If he had drunken himself into a stupor she would feel awful, but do more than take care of him. From there on out, she was going to always make sure he was safe, happy, and loved.
"Chuck," Blair called to him. She walked towards his bedroom, having to hold her stomach in the process. Someone inside stumbled around. He must have been shocked she was there. It was cute to know he was nervous though.
"Blair," Chuck said breathlessly as he rushed out his bedroom door. He shook his head, clearly taken back. "What—What are you doing here?"
Blair's face fell just slightly. She expected him to be happier to see her. So she took a few steps towards him and noticed how he guarded the bedroom door.
"What are you doing here? Is someone in there?" she asked. Her voice shook and almost cracked. She tried to sound strong though. Inwardly she told herself that it was impossible. He was meeting with her only an hour ago to declare their love. Not even Chuck Bass, old or new, would fall into bed with another so soon. Right?
"No—Nobody," he replied instantly. He then walked towards her, past her. And she didn't know it yet, but it was to guide her away from the bedroom. His hands clapped lightly together.
"Excuse my confusion. I didn't expect to see you tonight—or ever again," Chuck admitted. He circled around her and then stopped in front.
Blair smiled and held up the bouquet of Peonies between them. His expression changed immediately. It even seemed as if his eyes watered. Chuck Bass realized what she was doing there and even more so what he had done before she arrived.
But Blair didn't know that. With glossy brown eyes, she touched a hand to his shoulder. Her breathing became unsteady.
"You went," he said. The words felt even more powerful as they escaped from his lips. She nodded, laughing breathlessly. He cleared is throat. "I—I waited."
She nodded, wanting him to know she understood. "Dorota went into labor. She had her baby," she revealed.
Chuck released a long held in breath. He couldn't help, but smile. Her hand moved up his chest and grasped his shoulder.
"I wasn't going to show up. I was resolved not to. Every bone in my body tried to slow me. Every voice in my head screamed don't," her voice broke, but she kept the smile.
"But?" Chuck interjected. He couldn't take it. He needed to hear her say it. That would make everything okay? Then he would know and—her voice broke his thoughts.
"But I didn't listen. I followed my heart because—" Blair moved both of her hands to the back of his neck and her face closer.
She whispered, "I love you. I can't deny our past, but I don't want to. That night at Victrola changed both of us and for the better. It made us Chuck and Blair, Blair and Chuck even before we knew it. I can't give that up. I can't let that die. And to see you here, still waiting for me proves it all the more. God, I love you." She trembled as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks.
Chuck pulled her into a passionate kiss without another word spoken. She was taken whole into his arms. Blair felt safer than ever. Her world felt right, their world felt right. Nothing could stop them—
"Chuck?"
Blair frowned at the sound of a familiar voice. She tried to pull back from the kiss, but Chuck held on tighter. He was almost hurting her his grip became so tight. She mumbled and pushed him as hard as she could. He stumbled back and she turned to see who had interrupted them.
Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach, shattered, and seeped through her skin to be forgotten on the cold penthouse floor.
Georgina Sparks stood there, smirking ever so innocently at her, dressed in nothing, but a familiar set of lingerie.
"Oh Blair, I didn't know you were here," Georgina said as if truly sympathetic. She crossed her arms and shrugged.
Blair turned towards Chuck as her bottom lip quivered. She motioned towards Georgina and tried to speak, but no words worked. So she held her hand towards him, but then stopped.
"Did you two—only an hour after—you just let me say—Chuck?" Blair asked. Her eyes were wide, confused, and in total shock. She wanted him to say something that would make it better.
Chuck shook his head and grabbed onto her arms. "Blair, we didn't. We were about to, but then I realized that I would be making a mistake and that I should never give up on you. And then you showed and—" he tried to explain, but it didn't work.
"Then why is she wearing my lingerie that you kept that night after I lost my virginity to you in the back of the limo?" Blair snapped. Her teeth clenched and eyes turned livid, but that did not stop the tears that continued to form.
The room fell silent.
But then Georgina laughed as if to play if off. "He told me I could borrow it. I mean its kind of fitting considering I'm the one he lost it to, don't you think?"
"Blair, don't listen to her. We didn't—it didn't mean—I wouldn't do that to you," Chuck yelled in assurance. He tried to grab onto her, but she backed away from him.
"Stop lying! Just stop!" Blair screamed. She shook her head and had difficulty breathing. "You can't honestly think me that stupid to not see what's right in front of my eyes." She looked up and shook her head. But she couldn't' get a hold of herself. She was breaking down, falling apart at the seams.
Chuck was silent. He watched as she came to his gaze again. He trembled, "You said—"
"Everything I said was based on a lie! You know she was in there and you let me go on like you actually deserved to hear all I had to say! You humiliated me… and I should have the learned the first time." Blair's voice fell to just above a whisper. She dropped the flowers and backed up towards the elevator.
Chuck quickly moved towards her, pleading with his eyes for her to forgive him. "Blair, you shouldn't go. She should. Not you. You have to stay here and—"
"Watch Chuck Bass's latest sex tape? Hope you don't mind, but I sent it to Gossip Girl. Something tells me Blair's new friends at Columbia will certainly be entertained," Georgina interrupted. Her devilish smirk returned and she held up the phone.
"Georgina," Chuck begged. He turned towards her with angry, but desperate eyes.
Blair looked down at her phone. She opened the text message. And the moment she heard a moan she felt as if she'd throw up. She dropped it and watched it shatter to the floor.
"You—you have taken everything from me, including my dignity so I'm going to go. And as far as I'm concerned, I never want to see you again," Blair cried. She then hurried into the elevator.
The last image was of Chuck, but all he did was stand there and stare at her.
The doors closed. She sank to the floor and broke down completely. Blair had to get away from it, Manhattan, and even now Columbia. There was no way she could go there now and hold her head up high. She couldn't even bear to be in the same city as Chuck Bass.
The elevator dinged. She wiped her mascara-stained cheeks and got up. Stepping out she stumbled and people gasped at the mess of a Fallen Queen. So she ran from all of them and she knew she wouldn't stop.
As far as everyone knew, Blair Waldorf was going to take a year of sabbatical—salvage her pride by traveling to the globe. But what the new Blair knew was that the only real reason she had to run was to run from herself.
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"Mr. Bass," the doctor said as she entered the waiting room. The man soon noticed that in the group of people sitting there, more than one looked up. His eyes flickered to the clipboard and back to them. "A Mr. Jack Bass," he clarified.
"Yes, that's me," Jack returned and stood immediately. He felt his nephew's eyes on his back, but didn't care. Chuck wasn't important. Only she was.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Carmichael and have come in regards to your wife a Mrs. Blair Bass." He looked to Jack for confirmation.
"How is she? Is Blair okay?" Jack demanded. He wanted to skip the formalities.
Dr. Carmichael smiled, "Yes, she is. Your wife had an anxiety attack. From her medical records I see she gets them often." His voice turned serious again.
"Blair has anxiety attacks?" Serena frowned. Blue eyes shed immediate concern and she touched Nate's hand. The doctor looked to her, but didn't say anything.
Jack ignored her and continued speaking, "That is all correct. Look, may I be permitted to see my wife now or not?" His tongue turned sharp. He had never liked hospitals. Recovery centers he didn't mind, but ER's gave him chills.
"Of course. We can discuss paperwork later. You may go through," Dr. Carmichael allowed. He then walked over to the nurse's station, instantly forgotten.
Jack was about to rush into the hallway when he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned around to come face to face with his nephew.
"I want to see her," Chuck told him.
"I don't care what you want," his uncle retorted. Jack then sent him one last warning gaze before he turned down the hallway. He hurried, not caring if he looked ridiculous, but made sure to catch every door number.
When he came to Blair's, he sighed in relief. The door was open. He saw her feet, covered by plenty of blankets. Slowly, he entered. He wasn't sure what to expect. The doctor didn't seem over concerned so that had to be a good sign, right?
"Just see for yourself," Jack whispered. He then gave a firm nod and stopped at the end of the bed. He felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders by the mere sight of her.
Blair was sound asleep in the hospital bed. The color to her cheeks was coming back and she even appeared untroubled.
He smiled softly and walked to the side of her bed. His hand reached out to touch hers. Good, she was warm, but not too hot either. He traced his thumb around her palm.
"Blair," Jack breathed. He didn't want to wake her, but only for her to know that he was there. He of all people knew how much she hated to be alone.
His wife turned in her sleep, towards him. She parted her lips to speak, but was obviously having a dream of some sort.
"Mhmm…" she moaned. Her brow furrowed, bringing instant worry to her husband's own expression.
"What is it, Blair? I'm here," Jack assured her. He waited for her to talk to him. She evidently had something to say, even if in slumber.
And then she said it.
"Chuck," Blair whispered.
"The ceremony and reception were lovely, Jack," a guest called to him as she passed.
"Thank you for coming," Jack returned with a smile. He continued through the now empty ballroom in search of his new wife. When he couldn't find her, he went out into the hallway.
"Well look at you. If I recall someone said she wasn't a lightweight," Jack teased with a light chuckle. He walked over to where she sat, slumped down against the wall.
Blair was still in her gown. It was tightly fitted, strapless with a sweetheart neckline, and a mermaid bottom full of ruffles. Her hair had come out during the reception. Mahogany colored curls now hung down onto her shoulders.
"I—I'm sorry, Jack," Blair groaned. She held up her hands and looped them around his neck. He picked her up with ease. It made her giggle. "I'm so—so drunk."
"I can see that, but don't worry. We'll have you sleep it off for a few hours and then begin our honeymoon," Jack told her. He stepped into the elevator. Her head fell from resting on his shoulder to just against his chest.
Once inside their room he gently lied her down on the bed. Blair immediately melted into the silk comforter, not even minding the tight-fitted dress. She looked so innocent.
Jack couldn't help, but smile at the sight. He sat down on the end of the bed and loosened his tux. Then he fell back and stroked her bare arm. Feeling the touch and only half-asleep, Blair turned her body into his.
"You've been through hell and back, princess," Jack whispered. His hands traced down her back affectionately. He then went to kiss her cheek, but she moved so his lips handed on her neck. Since she wore her hair down, he rarely did that, but didn't think anything of it.
"Chuck…" Blair murmured in her sleep. Her ruby lips started to pull up into a light grin.
Jack pulled back as if she had burned him. He couldn't believe she was still thinking about his nephew. Sure, she sometimes called for him in her sleep when she was in the rehab center, but he expected it to stop. But on the night of their wedding it happened. So what if it never stopped?
He shook his head sternly. Jack realized that he couldn't lose her. He had to do something. And he hated the fact, but she was still vulnerable enough to be willing. He sat up, sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.
Then he placed a hand on her shoulder and lightly shook her, "Blair, wakeup."
Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as if startled. She frowned, looking around, and then at him. Her features softened. "What is it Jack?" she asked, voice cracking.
"If I asked you to do something for me you would, wouldn't you?" Jack asked. He got straight to the point. The longer he waited the more her mind would have filled with thoughts of his retched nephew.
"Of—of course," Blair nodded. How could she not? He had done everything for her. Jack saved her when no one else even cared where she was.
"Good. I just needed to know," he returned. He'd wait to get further into detail after he had thought about it. Plus, he didn't want to ruin their wedding night.
She nodded, still a bit out of it, and crawled over into his lap. Her hand reached up to stroke his chest and she kissed the bottom of his chin. "I'm sorry that I drank too much," she apologized.
"Its fine, princess. You walking down the aisle to me more than made up for it," Jack returned. He couldn't stay mad at her for long. She was too delicate to him.
Blair looked up to smile. She kissed his lips and brought his hand to rest atop of her heart. Her giggly side was sure to come out again, but something dragged the mood down—or at least hers.
"You never told me where you got this necklace. I don't recall buying it for you," Jack noted. He ran his hands over it. The piece had stood out during the ceremony, due to her sweetheart neckline. It was a fine gold chain with diamond flowers and in the center a heart.
Blair stiffened some, but forced a casual smile. "It was just my something old. I got it back in high school. Surprisingly it was the only item that managed to be spared when I sold the rest to support my drug habit," she told him.
Jack nodded sympathetically, not wanting her to think about that. He let his fingertips drop off of it, but eyes remained with it. "It's the Erikson Beamon line right?" His eyes lifted to hers.
Blair stared up at him for a long time. She brought her hand to touch it. In the end she managed nothing, but a simple nod.
Jack blinked and instead of the past he looked down at Blair. He felt betrayed and alone. He stood up and shook his head at his wife's sleeping form.
"No matter what I do, whenever you start to wake you ask for him," he muttered. He then rubbed his eyes and turned around to leave. Once around the corner to go out the door, he looked up and froze.
His nephew stared back at him. Chuck pleaded, "Please don't call security. I just wanted to see that she was safe." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Jack shrugged, "I was actually going to take a walk, but someone should be there when she wakes." He didn't utter a single word more, but left his nephew in shock.
Chuck was confused. He had no real idea of the true weight Jack's words held. He only knew to go into the room and sit down by Blair's bedside. He prayed that she would wake while he was there, but if it were up to him—he'd never leave her side again.
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A/N: So how was it?