fic: The danger of Money (Chuck/Blair) Part I
Title: The Danger of Money Part I
Author: Carola_d
Pairing/Character: Chuck/Blair
Summary: Confessions with your kidnapper. You are a awfull hostage, Bass. After 1x10
Spoilers/warnings: No one. Its two-short. Thanks for be my beta, tessaless (from fanfiction)
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CHAPTER 1
He had received as many punches as he dealt in life; he provoked so many glares that he felt pride for arousing anger in most of his society mates. He knew the taste of blood as if it were his daily meals-although he never dared to describe it, avoiding metaphors that could sound silly. The blood just tasted like fury, or sometimes triumph, debauchery and other sensations that he could describe with precision… but never humiliation because Chuck had never given in to that human defect.
The one defect he would admit to possessing is the sin of lust. He was also guilty of greed-evidenced by his eternal love for money. This love was present and enhanced by his faith in materialism.
Then it would be a nightmare, a dream turned sour-because he could dream-although he didn’t savor the sourness (humiliation) of his own blood, the pain of his wounded eyebrow and the ropes so tightly bound around his wrists-even in the deepest of his dreams.
“No” he said to himself “Chuck Bass isn’t tied to a chair” The young man tried to untie himself but that just increased the pain.
“Chuck Bass.” It was definitely his name. The voice that pronounced it was female and sounded self-confident. Although, when your adversary is tied to a chair, confidence isn’t difficult to muster. He touched the wooden chair, the reality of the situation sinking little by little in his mind. Curiosity forced him to open his eyes.
In front of him, there was a girl about his age with an articulate smile. Chuck didn’t know the girl. Her face was so ordinary that she was completely forgettable and her clothes revealed a humble construction-nothing like the elegant outfits of Blair Waldorf.
‘Damn it!’ Chuck thought, when he remembered Blair’s body entwined with Nate’s. And to make the situation worse, the scarf he normally wore around his neck was missing. He knew that after that disastrous ball he had gone back to the hotel to pick up the scarf and to drink, far away from Blair and Nate’s intimacy.
“Chuck Bass.” The puny girl tried to attract his attention, annoyed that Chuck dared to ignore her in his situation.
Chuck looked at her with indifference, and asked, “Do we know each other?”
“Not with all the cordiality that we should, but we both know each other’s names so why loose more time?”
“I am sorry to disappoint you but I don’t know who the fuck you are,” he said bitterly.
“That’s neither surprising nor disappointing.” The girl kneeled down so that she was on Chuck’s level. “Olivia Doherty, a displeasure.”
Chuck wrinkled his nose and he was tempted to laugh at her attempt at intimidation. “The lack of distance between us doesn’t intimidate me,” said Chuck, “furthermore; I would say that it’s the distance in which I manage myself best.”
Olivia stood up brusquely. “Must I inform you that you are kidnapped?”
“No. It’s pretty obvious,” said Chuck, looking around. The room was completely empty with the exception of some junk; it was like a garage or a small warehouse. “But at the same time, it’s pathetic; I always thought that the first time I got kidnapped it would be by a corpulent man or at least a stunning girl.” Chuck looked the girl from the top to bottom “This is not the case.”
“You see, Bass. Life isn’t fair.”
“If it were, my blood would be blue…”
Olivia Doherty nodded, unsurprised by Chuck’s character. She sat down on the floor without taking her eyes off of the kidnapped boy. She was nervous, so nervous…It was the first time she has done it, everything could turn bad…very bad.
She coughed and inhaled air before saying, “Now, let’s talk about business.”
“Yeah...I definitely know how to do it. But I don’t use my body like bargaining chip,” said Chuck, “Well, it depends who asks for it.” He fidgeted nervously in the chair. “Untie me, bitch.”
“Insults won’t help you.”
“Who’s going to hit me? You skinny arms couldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Apparently I can hit a drunken Chuck Bass,” Olivia said, “Is inebriation your natural state or did you drink to drown your sorrows?”
“I hate soberness,” Chuck replied. “Too dull for me.” Suddenly he noticed something important. “Wait. Where hell is my scarf?”
Olivia shrugged her shoulders. The millionaire boy’s patience had fractured; he took deep breaths to help calm his raging fury.
“Who are you?” he asked.
Olivia stood up from the wall where she was leaning to approach him, as she figured he might not be able to hear her otherwise, or perhaps it was another stupid attempt at intimidation.
“Money. It’s everything I want,” she said firmly, “And coincidentally the one thing you have.”
“How much?”
“Not so much,” said the girl, giving him a paper with the quantity she wished for annotated.
Chuck gave a quick look at the document. “You kidnap the big Chuck Bass and you only want this?”
“You are an awful hostage, you should cry at the idea of freedom for this little price.”
“Sorry for disillusion; I forgot how to cry a long time ago.”
Olivia smiled; she was unsurprised at this statement. Of Course, Chuck Bass doesn’t cry.
“Why?” he suddenly questioned his captor.
“Why…what?”
“Why do you want this money?”
“Personal reasons.”
Chuck furrowed his abundant eyebrows as if it were the one way to make the rope come off or at least to inspire a measure of fear in his kidnapper.
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When she woke up, it didn’t smell of expensive perfume, wool or cigarettes. No…That smell had disappeared. Her nose could just perceive the delicate smell of lemon verbena and children’s cream. She was leaning against a chest, a body, which was different as well, more burly and smooth. Anyway, Blair felt uncomfortable, the same sensation that she hated in her childhood when she had to switch beds while travelling with her mom and hotel sheets were too thick or too thin. She hated changes and it was the first time she woke up with someone who wasn’t Chuck Bass.
“Jackass,” she whispered. He had screwed up everything…
Blair stoop up and she looked for a dressing gown quickly, she didn’t want to Nate to see her naked, all her imperfections.
‘What do I do now?’ she wondered, watching Nate sleep. She wanted to run because she didn’t know how to do anything else. After a night with Chuck, she always ran away from him. He didn’t complain, he accepted it without reservations because he knew she would come back to him whenever Nate had avoided her.
But it wasn’t Chuck who was sleeping in that bed. Blair bit her lips. ‘What should I do?’ she wondered again. She ran. It was the only thing she knew.
Still dressed in last night’s silver dress, Blair walked through the empty streets of New York. Lucky me, the people don’t get up early on Saturday, she said to herself, rubbing ‘The Necklace’ between her fingers. Blair convinced herself that if she left Chuck’s necklace in the room, Nate would return it to her and she couldn’t bear that Nate touched it, because then she would be betraying him for second time. Betraying who? Blair wasn’t really sure.
Her phone started to vibrate and Serena’s name flashed across the screen. She didn’t want to talk with anyone, but if her best friend phoned her so early, it would only be for something important.
“Blair! Where are you?”
She always has to know everything…
“In the street, walking…” A great answer! Blair scolded herself for sounding so guilty.
“What? Are you with someone? Blair, your mom called me, worried because you never came home.”
“And what did you say?”
“That you slept over with me but that you were in the bathroom, come here immediately and phone her from my phone, okay?”
Blair sighed. She preferred to be alone because she didn’t want to talk about Nate and Chuck. Actually, she mostly didn’t want to talk about what Chuck did to her!
“I’m coming,” she answered.
When she walked into the Palace, Blair prayed that she wouldn’t meet Chuck. God seemed to have heard her, as he was nowhere to be seen. She knocked on Serena’s door and her friend opened it quickly.
“Where were you? With Chuck?” asked the blond girl.
“Good morning to you too, Serena.”
Serena sighed. “Were you with Chuck?” she asked, one more time.
“Yes.”Blair lied because she knew that if she mentioned Nate, she would feel dirty. Her life was perfect again but she couldn’t deny sleeping with two men in one day.
Blair wouldn’t let Serena say anything more. “I’ll call my mom, you can lend me some clothes and we’ll go out shopping. Okay?”
It wasn’t a proposal, but an order so Serena just nodded her acceptance.
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“We slept together once,” said Olivia.
Chuck shrugged his shoulders. “Is this revenge because I didn’t call you the day after?”
Olivia smiled. “I hated you for a week. I wouldn’t allow myself to think about you even once more. So you didn't matter to me either, and you never greeted me so-,” Olivia, who was walking around the room in circles, stopped suddenly. “Now I know it was because you didn’t remember me… What pain alcohol has caused humanity!”
“Oh, Lucky me...Your hatred didn’t last so long! Otherwise maybe you would decide to throw me off a bridge…” Chuck said sarcastically.
“Is it the way you want to die, Bass?”
“No. I want to die old and grasping a scotch bottle within my silk sheets.”
“You forgot the dog! The one living being that will be willing to keep you company.”
“That’s the way you, the poor, comfort yourselves…you think the money brings loneliness,” Chuck laughed, “Money makes friends.”
“Then I hope you will never be without it,” Olivia said in such a sour voice that Chuck realized he had touched upon an extremely sore subject. The girl sat down again against the wall.
“Was that what happened to you? Did you loose all your money? Did your dad spend it on prostitutes?” Chuck needed to hate her; fuck…Chuck Bass never takes pity on anybody.
“My father was swindled.” Olivia swallowed hard. “By yours.”
Chuck’s face was impassive.
“Are you surprised because you are like your father? The magnificent and rich Bart Bass who had been promoted from misery to riches didn’t hold so much regard for his colleagues, he convinced my father to invest in a company that fell to pieces.”
“Well, he didn’t put a gun in his temple. Did he? Don’t blame my father for the stupidity of yours.”
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The dressing room curtains opened to show Blair in a beautiful green dress. She twirled in a circle.
“What do you think?”
“You look pretty, Blair!” Serena said. Blair smiled, satisfied. “But try the other dress on! See which one flatters you more!”
Blair looked undecidedly at the red dress, but finally she nodded and closed the curtains again. She let the first dress slide off of her body until it touched the floor. It was a green dress, elegant, turtleneck, Victorian…naïve and cute. On the other hand, the other one was red, low cut although not vulgar, smooth, elegant and wild at the same time. With this one she felt naked but comfortable, without accessories…like she had in Chuck’s arms. Yes, the red dress would be the one Chuck would advise. Nate would prefer the green one, because this dress represented the innocent Blair who Nate always knew…who Nate still thinks he knows, because that strip tease, that affair in the back seat of a limo, those furtive messages-they hadn’t happened at all. As far as I am concerned it never even happened.
If she got back with Nate, she would choose the green dress. Anyway, she tried the other one on, and when she put the last strap on her right shoulder, she opened the curtains.
“This one is beautiful too!” Serena said when she saw her friend. “It seems more comfortable and you are radiant, but the other dress is more your style, although…God, I don’t know. Blair, do whatever you want.”
“Which dress should I buy?” Blair begged to know.
“I don’t know, seriously, I love them both...”
“Serena, choose!” insisted Blair.
“I like both…”
“No! It has to be one; I need to know which one! Chuck or Nate? Answer!” shouted Blair
Serena blinked, surprised. Did Blair just shout about Chuck or Nate? Blair´s mobile phone started to ring from inside her purse. So timely! Blair thought, and she took the call. It was Nate. She let the mobile sound a few seconds; she didn’t know what to say to him about her sudden escape that morning.
“Nate! I’m sorry…” Blair suddenly fell silent as Nate interrupted her.
“It doesn’t matter right now, Blair,” said Nate. He seemed worried. Is he mad? Blair bit on her nail. “Do you know where Chuck is?”
“Why would I know where Chuck is?” He knows she thought, scared, but relieved. Serena look at her friend, a worried expression crossing her face.
“He’s missing, Blair.”
How stupid! thought the brunette. He’ll be with a blonde whore from hotel service or maybe he found a girl at the ball…The idea of Chuck making love with another girl in the same place where she and Nate slept together seemed so disgusting.
“Should I be surprised? He’s most likely warming the bed of some bimbo we know.”
“Without his scarf? Without using his limo?” No scarf, no limousine... It started to scare Blair a little. She gnawed her nail again.
“Where was his scarf?”
“In the bar where he was last seen, and Chuck never called for his limousine…I know I can’t talk about disappearance until the cursory three days but, fuck, his scarf…He doesn’t ever walk, Blair, especially if he wants to impress a girl.”
Blair swallowed hard. Fate had decided instead of her.
“Where are you? Serena and I are coming…” But, God. She hadn’t even chosen a dress yet.
FIN PART I