Hmmm. I don't know what to say about this one. I don't know where I'm going with it yet, but i'll try to make it fun and interesting. This is about Chuck and Blair being thrust together again when Blair comes to Chuck for help in destroying Queen Serena. Of course drama will ensue, not just with C/B but with C/B/S as well. Anyway, R&R and suggest! The more i get, the more inspired i become.

Happy Readings!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl. If i did, a lot of stuff would be going down differently on the show

Blair Waldorf let out a breath she'd unconsciously been holding. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and this was definitely the most desperate of measures she was about to take. But Serena was not an easy Queen to dethrone, and oh did she crave a little payback.

Blair knocked on the door firmly. She waited on bated breath for the door to open. She heard shuffling feet, some swearing and heavy breathing as he finally approached the door. She knew just when he had looked through the peephole, and she could practically see the smile crawl onto his face as he took note of who was standing on the other side of the door.

Blair impatiently tapped her stilettoed foot on the floor. Putting on her well practiced don't-mess-with-me face she let out an impatient breath to show him just how frustrated she was.

"This isn't a courtesy call. Open the door you smug bastard," Blair hissed.

The door slowly slid open and there he stood. Chuck Bass. The devil incarnate. She knew he was the only one she could turn to. It wasn't because she didn't have any friends left, if you didn't count Queen S and her minions. Then again those weren't really friends. She was just a drag along. A former beauty that was once admired, had survived being tarnished and ridiculed, but could not hold a candle to the precious goddess of the UES. Chuck was the only one she could turn to.

She knew that that was exactly what he had planned. Leave her without any option besides turning to him. And she knew that he didn't want Queen S in power any more than she did. He had trapped her unexpectedly at school every chance he got. Catching her in the halls, in the stairwell, at her locker, even in the bathroom. He'd corner her some where and begin inciting feelings of hatred and revenge on Serena. She knew that he would be there to help and so she had come.

"Well, well. If it isn't the former Lady/Queen herself. What I can do you for, Waldorf?" Chuck asked as he walked toward the bar in his suite and began to pour himself some more of the crimson liquor he was drinking. Blair stepped into the room, quietly shutting the door, and taking a seat on the couch she knew Nate had spend many nights on. That whole ordeal with Nate, it seemed like a long time ago now. And it all seemed trivial somehow.

Before Chuck could say a word, Blair began to talk.

"First of all, you can get any ideas of me coming here because I had no other options out of your head right now," she lied, unwilling to show him just how essential he was to her at the moment. "I could've easily carried this out on my own."

"And what is the 'this' you are referring to?" Chuck asked walking towards her and beginning to circle the couch. He was like a hawk, waiting to strike down at its prey when it was most vulnerable.

"Destroying Serena," Blair said casually, as if she was speaking of the weather or the latest designer handbag that was all the rage.

Chuck smiled wickedly. Now this was the Blair he knew. The one that plotted and clawed her way to the top. That moment of weakness he had witnessed in her the morning Serena had replaced her, was exactly that. A moment. He knew it was a matter of time before Blair struck back. And he'd been adding fuel to the fire these past few days hoping it was sooner rather than later, and hoping that she would want his help.

"Mmmm. That 'this'." Chuck emptied the contents of his glass into his mouth and walked over to his bed. Laying back on his pillows he relaxed for the first time in a while.

Blair stared at him from where she sat in the couch. He was as handsome as ever sprawled out on the bed like that. The bed in which they had spent many passionate nights together. She felt her cheeks warm at the thought. Clearing her throat she stood up and walked into the "bedroom."

"So are you going to help me? You seem to be very interested in bringing her down. Even though you held a vital role in helping her get up there to begin with."

"It was a conflict of interests, but it had to be done. I figured the pros outweighed the cons," Chuck spoke as he eyed Blair standing at the foot of his bed.

"Oh, yeah? Well what were those pros?" Blair asked.

"You. In my bedroom. Like the good ol' days." Chuck winked in that wicked way that turned her insides to mush.

"You disgust me. This is so not what this is about. I'm here for your assistance in-"

"Oh yes. I think I know what you need assistance in. And if you join me on the bed, I'd be more than happy to lend you a hand," Chuck smirked evilly as he laid down more comfortably on the bed.

"Chuck, shut up. Listen are you going to help me or not?" Blair crossed her arms over her chest and puffed dramatically.

"Ok,Waldorf. Say if I do help you. What's in it for me?"

"My gratitude, and the joy of knowing that you were responsible for the undoing of the Upper East Side's Little Miss Perfect." Blair's eyes inflamed with rage at the thought of her former best friends. Of course she pretended to tag along and remain friends with her, but Blair was wise enough to know that you keep your friends close and your enemies closer. No one, especially not Serena, knew she was plotting against her.

"I thought 'Little Miss Perfect' was your thing. You know the untouched virgin, perfect girlfriend, proper lady of society, future wife to British Lord, all that nonsense."

Blair let out a scoff as she sat down on the bed. Her skirt rose up a few inches revealing her creamy thighs to Chuck's hungry gaze. Blair didn't notice, which suited Chuck just fine.

"I'm sick of all that. I don't even care if I'm Queen B again. All I want is retribution for what she's done to me. I've been nothing but nice and tolerant toward all her fucking drama. I can't just sit back and watch her take everything away from me after all I've done for her."

"Language. Wow she's bringing out the naughty side of you. I thought I was the only one that could do that," Chuck whispered along her ear. At some point between her sitting down and now, he had moved up behind her and she hadn't noticed.

"Oh please. You brought out wild sex. That was it."

"It was enough."

"Not anymore. It was enough. You said it. I wanted more."

"Do you still?" Chuck asked as he kissed her bare shoulder. Blair's eyes closed at the sensation of his mouth against her skin. His fingers began to trace lazy patterns across her neck and collarbone, and Blair had to fight hard to answer him.

"Of course I do. Do you think if I hadn't that it would've taken this long for me to come back to your bedroom?"

"I just thought there were too many speed bumps. But now that the road is smooth sailing, you'd come back to pick up where we left off," Chuck continued his ministrations. He felt her breathing change and knew that she was responding to his touch.

Blair turned around then and looked him in the eye. "Where we left off was you cheating on me with some trampy, low class, interior designer!" All thoughts of Serena were out of her head for the moment.

"I did not have sex with her! How many times do I have to tell you that?" Chuck asked, annoyed at having lost contact with Blair's warm, soft, creamy skin, and annoyed to have to repeat himself over and over again.

"Well whatever the case, it was enough for you to jeopardize our relationship."

"I...Look Blair, I've apologized over and over. I've tried everything to win you back since you came back from Europe. But all you've cared about was playing that jealousy game with me. What more could I do?"

"You. You could have not fucked up to begin with. You could have told me you loved me when I asked you that night, and I would've been yours. You could have not sabotaged me and help Serena rise to the top of the school. You could stop making this so difficult by rehashing the past, and help me bring that bitch down!"

"That's all you want from me? For me to help you in Serena's undoing? Is that really all you want?" Chuck asked as he studied her face closely to gauge her response.

"Yes!" Blair said a little too quickly and a little too forcefully for him to believe her.

"Liar," Chuck murmured as he quickly grabbed the back of her neck and crushed his mouth onto hers.