Chapter 35

The next few days for Chuck and Blair consisted of going back and forth from their apartment to the hospital to see their baby, spending most of their time there, then checking in Chuck's constituents about their plan to bring real justice against Jack Bass. The plan Courtney had in mind, she wanted to initiate just after Chuck's latest trial for the charges Jack was attempting to issue against him on behalf of Bass Industries. It was obvious to anyone studying the case, it was just a matter of Jack accusing Chuck of the things that he himself was guilty of. Still though since evidence of wrong doing had still been found associated with Bass Industries, Chuck still had to stand trial.

The process was slower than expected, and soon it was already April, and still no resolution had taken place. Blair attended some of Chuck's trials, and thus tried to support him through anything, however she also had to tend to their baby, visiting him on a daily basis for a few hours as the doctors and nurses monitored the progress of the son Eddie. Little Eddie was growing, but still it was a slow process. The medical staff wanted to keep the baby in the hospital until his original due date, or at least something close to that, which meant that he had at least another month to go.

The process of visiting the hospital itself that often, plus the trial, was a draining process for both Blair and Chuck, so it took a toll on their emotional health and their marriage. Often they'd get into arguments over the stupidest things, and one or the other would go storming off for awhile, only to come back, unwind, and have a modified version of make up sex, even though Blair wasn't allowed to have true intercourse for a bit longer yet. Still though, doing something was better than nothing and they still found it satisfying if not a bit messy. More often than not anymore, they had to change the bed sheets many nights after their sexual pleasuring of each other, since those nights Chuck would cream the sheets and sometimes Blair in the process.

One night after such an escapade, when they'd cleaned up afterwards and had finished remaking the bed (they were becoming experts at it now), Blair sneezed, then panicked aloud.

"Oh no, I hope I'm not catching a cold, because then I can't visit our son in the hospital." she gasped.

"I hope not either. Maybe its just dust?" he suggested.

"Maybe. Ooh yes, we made the bed again and I think we're getting better at it. Still I'll be glad when things get back to normal and you don't have to ruin our sheets as much." she commented.

"Ha ha yeah I know. It's either the shower or our bed. Geez I haven't creamed the sheets this much since I was a boy and discovered my first porno films. Ha ha...fun times then!" he chuckled.

"Oh really? And when was that?" Blair asked skeptically.

"Hm...well do you remember the time when I was twelve...I'd missed school...played hooky in fact...and you brought me the homework I had missed?" he asked, bemusedly seductive.

"Yes, I think I do. You were laying in bed, shivering, shaking, and terribly sweaty. You must've had a cold or the flu or something. Anyway I called Dorota and had her bring over some chicken soup with a bunch of little animal crackers, and I gave it to you as we took a nap together because you were so sick." she sighed, remembering a touching incident from childhood.

"Hm...well Blair I have a confession to make. I was sick...but not in the way you think. I had been watching some of my old favorite films...and was first discovering what made Chuck Jr....happy. When you caught me...I feared that you would catch me in a very...sticky...situation, so I was nervous. By the time you lay beside me in bed, it was clean...but not for long. Do you remember when you woke up?" he asked.

"Yes...I think I do. I'd dreamed we had a tickle fight, and was surprised that I'd thought you were tickling me. Then when you finished tickling, you rolled your warm, flushed body on top of me to kiss me...and I liked it, despite the fact I was dreaming of kissing you rather than Nate. You had the greatest lips for kissing, even then. As I woke up, I realized that you had kissed me on my sleep, but I wasn't entirely grossed out...because of my dream...until you poked me on the stomach and between the legs with a flashlight or bottle of something, and the bed was sticky because you'd spilled pop or champagne on the bed since you'd been eating there." she sighed, as she recalled her dream and the incident in flashback.

"Well...that wasn't a flashlight or bottle I had in bed with me...and I spilled something on you...but it wasn't pop or vomit..." admitted slyly.

"What? Oh Chuck you didn't, did you?" she gasped.

"What do you think? I'd creamed the sheets and was a scared kid...what else could I do but make up that story about eating in bed?" he admitted.

"Oh Chuck...I can't believe it. You creamed the sheets...AND ME...back when we were only twelve? What were you doing, marking your territory?" she gasped incredulously.

"Perhaps so. Do you mind?" he seductively mused.

"Well...maybe a little...although it was so far in the past now, I don't really care anymore. It's just the idea of it all now which makes it disgusting. I guess you were just you giving me a preview into the future, with your tendencies to mark your territory with Bassian baby juice and other bodily fluids." she sighed. "I guess some things never change..." she laughed.

"They only improve with age." he replied as he added, "So do you want to go another round, or not?"

"Oh Bass...do you even have to ask?" she mused, as she slipped into bed beside him, capturing his mouth with a kiss, as they began another round of making out and more.

~o~o~o~o~

After a while, when the wheels of justice were turning far slower than everyone preferred, they decided to enact their plan to bring Jack to justice. To do that though, they had to tempt Jack into a situation in which he would make a confession of his wrong doings. Their initial plan was to tempt Jack with the opportunity for a supposed liaison with Blair, like in Indecent Proposal, however their plan would include a few twists and turns that he wouldn't suspect.

Blair sent Jack an invitation to meet her in a suite at the Palace Hotel. A suite which was familiar to Chuck and Blair because it was Chuck's old suite. Whether Jack knew that or not, they didn't know, but they thought at least they may have an advantage over him because they knew the place like the back of their hand. That meant they knew any secret passageways within the place, unlike Jack.

On that day, everyone involved in the sting operation arrived early and set things up so that the operation would go as smoothly as possible. Jack arrived at the hotel that evening, intrigued by the prospect of being with Blair again and perhaps show her who's boss this time since he'd suspected that their last liaison at the Plaza hadn't gone as smoothly as he'd once led Chuck to believe. Oh yes, Chuck, his insolent nephew. Why he had not taken him up on some of his offers, he didn't know, but now it left him with only one option now...hiring a hit man. Still he might not need it once he both took care of Blair once and for all, and Chuck learned the truth about Bass Industries. Oh yes, once that occurred, his greedy nephew would probably take care of it himself.

He was a whistling, happy Jack when he reached suite 1812 and opened the door. Inside the room was darkened except for a few candles that were lit in an area near the living room. He strode in, full of coy confidence as he called out.

"Hello, is anybody here? Is this another one of your games, Blair? I know how much you like to play." he seductively called out into the darkened suite.

"Ah so you finally arrived. I wondered what took you so long. Apparently the Bass men must have a propensity for being late." Blair mused, as she sat on a sofa, wearing fairly provocative lingerie.

"Oh is my nephew late as well? Well you should ask him again sometime why he's late. I'm sure he will think of an excellent excuse. Now with me, you'll always know exactly what you'll get." he replied.

"What, a basstard?" she retorted.

"Ah you know me too well. So what do you have in mind for tonight? You know I didn't like that little trick you played on me the last time we were together. That is why I want to be in charge this time." he demanded.

"Ah, so you want to be in charge? Well then you will miss out on few surprises that I have in store for us tonight...and I know how much you like surprises." she mused.

"Mm, intriguing. So what do you have in mind? Hopefully no more liquid eyeliner tattoos." he said.

"Oh, you didn't care for that? Pity. Well then if you don't want any of my surprises, then you will miss out on a little thing called a menage a tio." she replied sweetly seductive.

"Ah cute, but who's the third person? Don't tell me it's Chuck...because that'd be too much. Ha ha...although I suppose if that was the case, I'd fuck over my nephew before I fuck over my nephew even more. It might be fun." he laughed.

"Jack Bass, you are one sick man." she stated.

"And you're just discovering this now? Once a badass, always a badass Bass." he laughed.

"Oh you are so funny." she sarcastically replied, then went on. "Anyway, no Chuck isn't the third person...but you may be surprised who is."

Before he could guess, the third person came sauntering out in four inch heels and lingerie even sexier than what Blair was wearing. She walked up to them and whispered "Hello Jack Bass, do you miss me?"

Momentarily at a loss for words, Jack regained some of his composure as he said "Courtney Shayne...now this is a surprise."

"Indeed it is, isn't it? I bet you never thought you'd see me like this in the flesh, after you fantasized about me and probably wanted to kill me in high school like you did." she replied seductively.

"Indeed. So you're going to be a participant in my little menage a toi with Blair...who appears to have lost that adorable baby bump she was sporting the last time we were together. Pity, I wonder where it went?" he seductively bemused.

"She no longer has the baby bump thanks to you, asshole. Anyway leave her out of it because I'm the one you want, admit it. You're still in awe of me and angry at me because of what I did back then, aren't you, Jack?" Courtney mused.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he replied, slightly beginning to lose his cool.

"Oh yes you do. May I remind you of Elizabeth Purr...the teen dream, perfect girl, with her perfect good looks, school record, boyfriend, and oh yes chastity belt. Elizabeth Purr was one of my mean girls/minions or whatever you want to call them, and we ruled the school. Elizabeth and I would always vie for who was most popular. I was the bad ass of the group, I guess you could say, while Elizabeth Purr was the virgin teen queen with the perfect grades, the perfect looks, the perfect athletic boyfriend, and she was nice to people, even people like you Jack Bass. That's why I think you fancied her, didn't you, Jack? There was even a rumor going around that you'd bet some of your friends that you could convince perfect Purr to lose her virginity to you at her seventeenth birthday party...although she never would've slept with a damaged little fucker like you were back then, Jack Bass. Anyway you never got to find out because...I accidentally killed the teen dream with a jawbreaker on her birthday...breaking your poor little heart." Courtney stated haughtily.

"Yes...you killed Elizabeth. I'd rather not talk about it." he said angrily.

"Oh Jack, are you still upset over that? I killed Elizabeth Purr...I killed the teen dream...deal with it! Anyway I think you perversely fancied me after that...but I was sent to prison for a few years...and you went crazy. It was quite the news to learn, although I shouldn't have been surprised given your reputation even before Purr's untimely demise." she replied.

"I'm going to get you! You're going to get it! You don't speak ill of the dead!" Jack said as he lunged toward Courtney, but Blair came up behind him and struck him with a tazer, thus subduing her husband's uncle behind his back. When Jack was subdued, Courtney came around and tied him up so that he wouldn't escape. They then got help from Liam and Chuck to lift Jack up onto the billiard table to further torture the poor man.

"The pool table? Why did you put me up on the pool table? What sort of kinky shit do you have in mind?" Jack asked, obviously curious.

"Oh naughty naughty Jack! What a potty mouth! We should wash it out with soap. Wouldn't you agree, Blair?" Courtney commented, slyly.

"Oh yes Courtney, I would concur. What do you think, Chuck?" Blair gleefully replied as she smugly stared at Jack, and gave a wink to Chuck, who stood beside her.

"Yes...I agree...however don't you have something else in mind?" he pondered aloud.

"Ah yes we do. So Jack Bass, it's confession time, but you only have two options, so you must choose wisely." Courtney said as she paced in front of Jack while he lay hog tied on the middle of the suite's billiard table.

"Options? What are my options?" Jack asked, curiously nervous.

"Option number one: Make a confession of everything you set me up with in court." Chuck declared as he stalked in front of Jack, smugly staring him right in the eye.

"And what's option two?" he asked.

"Option number two: Well Jack I know how you like things to get a little kinky. With that in mind, if you don't confess, I'll personally show you why the school I graduated from was called Constance BILLIARD...Courtney, do you have your jawbreakers?" Blair declared haughtily.

"Here you go, Blair." Courtney said as she pulled out the box of extra large jawbreakers.

"Thanks...All right, Chuck, rack 'em up." Blair declared as Chuck set a jawbreaker out like a cue ball, and racked up a few more in a triangle around Jack, who started to panic.

"You're not going to do what I think you're gonna do, are you? Give me a break!" Jack panicked.

"Oh of course. Jack, your wish is my command. Here's your break..." Blair mused as she knocked the cue ball into the set and sent the other balls rolling, right into Jack, who started to yelp in pain.

When one jawbreaker nearly got stuck in his mouth and he tired of being pummeled by them, he began to make a confession and the hidden SWAT team came in and took him into custody based on the crimes to which he confessed. All in all the young people involved felt some relief because Jack would go behind bars and a trial would see to it that true justice would be done.

~o~o~o~o~

Jack's trial began soon after his capture through the sting operation and not only were his white collar crimes and then some covered, but also his crime against Blair, where he had pushed her down the Met steps. Against Chuck's better judgment, Blair took the witness stand and told of her meeting with Jack Bass there, his threat about Serena, and how he'd pushed her down the steps while she was seven months pregnant which had resulted in the premature birth of her son. Blair's version of events was decisive, yet emotionally charged, so that it brought a tear to the eye of some in court that day and made Chuck fiercely proud of his wife that day.

After Blair's testimony and the testimonies of several others, Jack was sent to prison for awhile because of assault and the crimes of framing Chuck for the evil deeds that he had done himself. Chuck was relieved to have the trial over when it was, but his uncle Jack still had a few tricks up his sleeve that he was only to discover after he began to take control of Bass Industries again. When he discovered some inconsistencies in accounts, he arranged to meet Jack and speak to him in jail.

Chuck and Jack both sat in the visitor area of the prison, with a pane of safety glass being the only thing separating them. Jack sat smugly in his chair and was the first to speak.

"Hello, nephew of mine. Last time I saw you, your little wife was putting on quite the performance, crocodile tears and all. 'Boo hoo...Aw my poor baby!' So how's the little mite doing? Still alive? I'd thought maybe you arranged this meeting to inform me that he'd..." Jack laugh evilly.

"My son lives and is doing as well as he can at his premature age, though no thanks to you!" Chuck angrily declared, until he calmed himself to ask what he needed to. "Enough about my son, my purpose today was to ask you about some questionable deals that my accountants won't admit to me and told me to speak to you, so here I am. Speak."

"Ah the accountants. I knew I could only buy their silence so long, but I guess it's best that you know the truth before you're surprised to find yourself in here with me. The truth of the matter is...everything I was charged with, bar my assault of your wife, was not only scams I was using for my money, but also they've been underground practices your father and I have been using to keep the company afloat for nearly three years now...or since approximately 2007, when the market started to decline. Actually the one scam, which you would know as the International Trade Benevolence charity is actually a scam your father began running nearly twenty years ago out of Nicaragua and Colombia. Bart had a trade deal of sorts with Manuel Noriega and when the US government invaded Nicaragua in 1989, and Noriega was captured, the deal had to go underground most definitely. The trade of course was mainly 'goods' coming out of Colombia...if you catch my snow drift." Jack insinuated.

"Okay so it was drugs and drug smuggling. That's bad enough, but is that all?" Chuck asked, wondering if his own former drug dealer was involved at all.

"Drugs yes...and arms. I'm sure you've heard in your history class about the arms deal President Regan's constituents made with Iran in the 1980s where they sold them weapons and then used the money to fund the rebel army in Nicaragua, and the whole thing came to a head in November of 1986 when Oliver North testified against the government, haven't you Chuck?" Jack asked.

"Yeah I guess so. Don't tell me my father and you were involved in Iranian arms deals as well!" Chuck argued.

"I was just a boy myself when that happened in 1986, and your father was just starting his business, so I don't think Bart was actually involved with the US government's arms deals with Iran and elsewhere...a fact that came back to bite them in the ass twenty years later. Ha ha. But anyway, your father did have deals similar to that with other small countries and territories throughout the globe. Although they were mostly in drugs from South America, prostitution from Thailand and elsewhere, money laundering, tax evasion, black market trades, selling time shares for investment properties that never materialized for one reason or another. There were times when even his illegal dealings were effected by forces beyond his control, such as September 11th, which destroyed several of the investment properties he had in New York, The South East Asian Tsunami of December 2004, which put a snag in our transportation business...although I used it to my advantage and bought out land that once belonged to an indigenous village to be used to create a resort where 'trade' began again, and Hurricane Katrina in 2005 and one that hit Galveston in 2008, which knocked out a few casinos we had along the Gulf Coast. So all in all my nephew, thus is the legacy you're left with, otherwise known as Bass Industries." Jack chortled, as he went on to tell of how Bass Industries was being kept out of bankruptcy mainly through illegal schemes.

Even though Chuck liked a good scheme once in awhile, the depth and brevity to which Bass Industries was sunk into some of those dealings would mean either bankruptcy or prison for himself if he didn't do something fast. He didn't want to dig himself further into trouble, he didn't want to do that to Blair or their son, so resolutely he realized that there was only one thing to do.

That evening when he went home to Blair, she noticed his melancholy mood right away and called him out on it. "Chuck what's wrong now? I know you went to see Jack today, so I don't blame you if the bastard upset you. Still it isn't more than that, is it? Is there something I've done wrong?"

"It's...nothing you did Blair. It's Jack, solely Jack and what he told me about Bass Industries and the real legacy I 'inherited' from my father. It makes me so mad...I want to punch something." he seethed.

"All right as long as you don't punch me! Uh I think your punching dummy is in the spare room with my Nordic Track machine." she sighed as she followed him to the spare room/closet that held their little used exercise equipment, where he pulled out the punching dummy, stripped down to his undershirt and went to work on his aggression.

Blair watched a moment, though became somewhat bored watching Chuck pummel a piece of stuffed leather and nearly bust his knuckles, even if he looked kinda hot doing it. When she started to leave, he stopped her and asked "Don't you want to know...what made me so angry?"

"Oh so you're actually going to do more than just grunt and groan at me? If that's all I wanted, we could've just went to the bedroom straight off to work off your aggression that way." she sarcastically teased.

"We'll get to that after dinner, because I'm hungry now. Anyway, since Jack made me so angry, I've decided what I've got to do. I'm sorry if it'll mean a change in lifestyle for quite awhile...so if you want to leave me...I'll understand." he said between punches.

"Change of lifestyle? Leave you? Chuck what are you thinking about now? I told you before, I'd stand by you through anything." she sighed in question.

"All right. Let's see if you do. Blair, for reasons beyond my control, I've decided to dissolve Bass Industries in its entirety, and sell as many of our investments and possessions as possible." he announced.

"Dissolve Bass Industries? Why? I'm sure your stepmother won't be pleased." Blair gasped.

"I know, but what needs to be done, needs to be done, and here's why...." he said as he went on to describe in detail the account Jack gave about the illegal activities Bass Industries had been involved in for so long. Chuck had talked to his business lawyers and they suggested dissolution of the business as well so that he didn't have to carry the burden of his father and uncle's crimes for the rest of his own life.

After hearing Chuck's story, despite the fact that her husband was flushed and sweaty from his punching bag workout, she ran up and gave him a hug, reassuring him that she would stand by him through this as well, even though the dissolution of his father's multi billion dollar business would make so many hate him for it. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his face as she held him and he held her. Their kisses soon resulted in the couple seeking solice in each other with their bodies and since it was now far more than six weeks since their son was born, they made slow comfortable love on the sofa, although in the end Chuck declared himself the sofa king, which made Blair laugh at his joke and realize he'd get through this.

~o~o~o~o~

The dissolution of Bass Industries was announced only a few days later, to the ire of many of his friends, family, and employees, who called him a bastard and the next Madoff, but what needed to be done needed to be done, even if it was mostly self preservation for himself and his family. There was even and auction of some of the goods in the buildings and some of their household goods, which Blair and Chuck hated to see go, but what needed to be done needed to be done.

In the end, after paying off all of their creditors and everyone else, Chuck found out that beyond his father's inheritance, he had also inherited a building on Charles Street from his grandfather Bass. Chuck decided then to give it a multipurpose, by creating an apartment for his family on one floor, sublet apartments on other floors, and have a bar on the bottom floor.

Although business started off slow, it soon started to pick up somewhat so that the building began paying for itself, much to Blair's surprise. Soon after moving into their new building, which was the middle of May, the hospital informed them that their infant son Eddie Bass was ready to go home, so nervously they decided to bring home their son on May 19, 2010, Chuck's 19th birthday. Chuck was nervous about it, but Blair reassured him that it would be fine and that to do it on that day would be making good memories on a day Chuck had usually felt sadness on.

Since neither of them could drive, they rented a car and a driver to take them to the hospital. Blair assumed it would just be a luxury car like a Mercedes or a Lexus or a BMW, but when a limousine showed up, she just laughed and sarcastically teased Chuck.

"A limo? Oh Chuck! I guess despite our financial state, somethings will never change."

"Very right, my dear. Today's my birthday and the day we are bringing home our son, so like true Bass men, we're going to ride in style!" he mused as he slipped a pair of shades on and tried to look cool.

"Bass men...and women I must add! Anyway, nice limo...makes me miss the good old days though. Ha getting nostalgic at 19? Sheez!" Blair sighed as she relaxed in the plus seats.

"We'll get back there someday...but by our own merits this time. It might take awhile, and we may never be billionaires again, but we'll live comfortably, I promise." he said, staring at her.

"Thank you." she sighed as she slid across the seat and gave him a kiss.

"Mm...that seemed familiar. Do you want to christen this limo?" he seductively joked.

"Maybe...though I can think of a thousand reasons to say no...just being with you makes me want to say yes...so if you think we have time..." she teased as she pulled towards him to go at it again. They started off kissing, supple lips biting and kissing at each other. Blair just relished the feeling of leisurely kissing her husband, Chuck Bass. Feeling his lips meld with hers, their breaths mixing, groaning into each other's mouths as they pressed their bodies together, even the feeling of his slightly large nose roll across her face, just felt like home.

They continued to kiss and she soon felt his ever ready hardness pressing against the valley of her legs, but since they were both wearing jeans, it was a bit more difficult getting to each other to actually make love, so instead they leisurely dry humped a little as they made out, and she reached down to squeeze him once just to hear him moan. Blair laughed to herself as she heard Chuck moan, clearly turned on, which turned her on too. They were about to go on further, when suddenly the limo stopped because it'd arrived at the hospital, so the young couple sat up, laughing as they tried to make themselves presentable again. Blair teased Chuck about having 'sex hair' and he teased her of the same thing, until they both have their hair combed again. Afterwards, they got out of the limo and walked into the hospital to get their son, their little prince, and take him home.

They road the elevator together and were soon in the Children's wing of the hospital, where they met with the nurses they usually did, and got ready to bring home their boy. Although they hadn't realized it until then, their little son had grown significantly in the two months he was in the hospital since his birth. He had not only doubled in weight, but also had grown longer or taller, and was much closer to what his birth size should have been. Blair had fun dressing her baby in a little outfit she'd purchased at a boutique far earlier, and once her son was dressed, she couldn't believe how much he looked like a baby Chuck. They left afterwards and were on their way with Chuck carrying his son in an infant car seat, as they left the hospital and rode home.

Once they arrived home, their lives as parents really began, with diaper changes, feedings, fussiness and so forth. When they finally got him to sleep that first day, they both sighed and leaned against each other, staring at the beautifully unique little creature, this little baby boy, which was a production of their love. At that, Blair suddenly remembered the day and leaned up at her husband to say, "Happy Birthday, Charles my darling. I hope this was a happy birthday for you." as she gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Blair. It was a great birthday, one of the best. I'm also reminded of happened a year ago today...or at least in a few days....Do you remember?" he mused, seductively looking into her eyes.

"May 2009? Hm, what happened a year ago? I'd LOVE for you to remind me, Chuck..." she mused.

"Oh I think it has something to do with how much I love you too." he said, as they kissed each other again. Holding on and whispering their affections for one another, as they realized that relationships should be based upon how one feels for one another and how despite the money, the stresses, the drama and everything else nobody's perfect but sometimes they're meant to be. Thus sometimes relationships, like seasons of life, take a little figuring out.

The End