Title: This Isn't a Fairy Tale

By: Myra

Ship: Jack Bass x Georgina Sparks

Status: Incomplete [1/?]

Summary: A series of oneshots/drabbles on a Spark and Bass

[this oneshot: Who was Jack Bass to tell her what she could or could not do. Didn't he know how many times she helped them and nearly destroyed them?]

Disclaimer: I own this laptop… And this plot. But I swear that's it!

Dedicated: To one of the greatest people alive, C! Love you, forever B to my S!

WARNINGS: Spoilers on the series finale! I have no idea how Jack and Georgie will get together, only that there is a slight confirmation that they will be together. So this is canon/noncanon... Minor hints on Dangina lolol because I could ok?

It Started with a Humphrey and End With a Bass

Georgina Sparks supposed it started after Chuck's downfall. Ideally she would have loved to help, well, as helpful as one could be in this situation. It's not as if she didn't know how to blackmail the Police Commissioner into letting Chuck go, but cue in Jack Bass. The older, if not sexier, Bass was doing everything in his power to get his nephew out of jail and essentially told her not to get involved. The nerve.

Didn't he know who she was.

At any rate, she sat in one of the bench in Central Park fuming. Who was Jack Bass to tell her what she could or could not do. Didn't he know how many times she helped them and nearly destroyed them?

She felt someone glazing down above her. She glanced up quickly to tell this lowlife to back off, but to her surprise it was Dan Humphrey. She certainly was not expecting this.

Georgie smirked broadly, "What can I do for you, Dan?" Wordless he handed her a stack of papers, and she took it without thought. He waited for her patiently for her to say anything, when she didn't he felt like he might have to explain.

"I figured with everything going on I'd write the unofficial story on you."

"Why? That wasn't part of the deal," she said pointedly.

"I know, but you were a big part on why I got anything written this summer, even though it cost me a lot of people I care about." Both knowing fully well who he was referring to.

"How is our favorite Blonde doing?" His face harden at that, but said nothing.

Having enough of sitting, she stood up with the stack in hand and started to walk away. Unfortunately, Dan did not know the meaning of a "walk off" and followed her.

"Read it," he insisted.

"I don't need to, but thank you for putting in the effort. I'm sure Phillip would appreciate it and maybe he can read it to Milo as a bed time story."

He touched her arm lightly, and she stopped.

"Look, we are not friends-"

"We're not?"she asked him while giving an incredulous look.

"Fine, we are," he said finally, "So I'm asking you as a friend to read it. It won't be published, and that's my only copy."

She nodded. "Why is this so important to you?"

He smiled- a smile was not familiar on seeing whenever she was with him-and said simply, "Because sometimes we need to put things into prospective."

Now it was his turn to walk away, but she didn't try to follow. She sat back down on the bench and began to read.

It felt like hours before someone graced her with their presence.

"A penny for your thoughts?" she heard a familiar Bass ask.

Unlike her usual chirpy-and somewhat standoff-manner she made no response. In fact, she still seemed to be engrossed by Dan's never ending story on her. She wasn't surprised that he wrote about her. It was to be expected after spending so much time together. Of course he would attempted to analysis her, but Manhattan's own Insider writer, hadn't quiet captured the full essence of Georgina Sparks.

That itself was slightly disappointing. Not that it was bad, like most of Dan's stories it was intriguing. Maybe that's why she pushed him so much that summer. Maybe they were friends.

"What no response? Little rude, don't you think?"

She looked mildly irritated, but keep on reading.

"Must be pretty-"

"Clearly it is, otherwise I would not be wasting my time reading it," she snapped, but that only made Jack smile. What he was so happy about, Georgina couldn't say. But he was someone else's problem not hers. Still she couldn't help but ask him.

He smirk and then answered, "The pleasant company, of course."

If Georgie didn't know better she would think that the older, still sexier and so incredibly annoying, Bass was attempting to flirt with her.

And of course he was, she was Georgina Sparks after all.

"Sad to say the feeling isn't mutual," she retorted back.

"Perhaps I can change your mind."

And all she could do was scoff at the attempt, "You allowed to try." And her thoughts went back to Dan's misinterpret essay on her. Someone would think Dan would have better sense than to add that.

"I receive some news that might interest you." And yet again, she thought of answer but she was nearly done with this paper.

"Well it would seem as though my nephew is being let out today."

"And why is that any of my concern? You didn't seem to need any of my help earlier when I offered my services," she mentioned darkly.

"Your services weren't required at the time, however I can think of other ways were they might be needed."

"Is that so?" She smirked. He was in way over his head if she thought she would cave before he did.

"Mhmm."

And just like that she had finished Dan's psychoanalysis on her.

"It's interesting," she said, "you can spend so much time with someone and not know then at all."

He cocked his eyebrow.

"Dan Humphrey." Georgie answered as if that was answer all of life question. And then waving the stack of papers in her hand.

"The Brooklyn nobody?"

"He is someone." Feeling the need to defend her only friend, because really who else did she have? Phillip? "He is my meal ticket from this mundane life."

"What if there was another way out? Another way out of this mundane existence?"

"I don't see how-" And this was not the first time she had felt this way. This unlimited end of excitement, that she had not felt since her days as Gossip Girl.

"What if I was to show you-" And she briskly cut him off, "I'd say you'd be wasting you time."

"I don't think so."

She arched her perfect done eyebrow."What did you have in mind?"