TIRED
Disclaimer: I do not own GG or any of the characters. A/N: Just wanted to say thank you so very much to all of you for your lovely reviews, they keep me going. Truth Chuck Bass observed from his vantage point, as silent tears poured down Vanessa's face. He contemplated his options; he could take her home which wouldn't have been a problem save the fact that he had absolutely no idea how to deal with a crying woman. Another option would've been to leave her and be on his merry way, something that he was profoundly good at. He climbed out of his limo; mind made up and sauntered over to Vanessa, tapping her lightly on the shoulder. The young woman jumped and turned her head towards him in alarm. "Fuck! Bass don't do that!" Chuck responded with a careless shrug of his shoulders, "Come on, I'll take you home." Vanessa cocked her head to one side, her tears thankfully having ceased, and assessed his expression, perplexed by the display of uncharacteristic chivalry by the Chuck Bass of all people. The 'no' died on her tongue as she remembered how Chuck had been there for her when she'd fallen apart after getting that damn Gossip Girl memo. At the very least he'd earned a little of her trust. "Fine, lead the way." "I was planning to," Chuck muttered as they strode towards his waiting limo. His smartass comment would've under normal circumstances given Vanessa enough incentive to kick him, or at least consider it, but now she barely registered the words. Leaning back against the plush Italian leather of his limo, Chuck wondered if the silence between them was a comfortable one. Unable to decide, he opened up his mini fridge; taking out two chilled tumblers and poured generous amounts of old scotch into them. Vanessa reached for one before he even offered and downed it all in one go. "The scotch's good, old," Vanessa murmured, holding her empty glass towards Chuck, expectantly. "Mmm," he replied just as quietly, refilling her tumbler. Chuck watched her drink and topped her up again and again until she could barely hold her tumbler steadily. The amber liquid sloshed out, over the rim of the glass and stained her dress. She was completely pissed. He anticipated the worst when he caught sight of the huge stain on her dress. If she was anything like Blair then he would have to deal with a drunken hissy fit right there and then. Instead, upon noticing the stain Vanessa looked up at him and grinned widely, dissolving into giggles. He stared at her puzzled, her dress was ruined and she was laughing. As the giggles began to fade away, soft incessant hiccoughs replaced them. The stain happened to be right under her bust and as Chuck let his eyes unashamedly wander upwards and over the curves of her breasts, the words 'lonely' and 'vulnerable' kept popping up in his mind. It would be so easy; he just had to give her one more top up, although even that didn't seem necessary now. She was completely drunk as it is. He involuntarily thought about Blair and their argument in the club. She'd gone to the restroom and during her absence he'd entertained a pair of hot blondes. She'd been angry to say the least and demanded an explanation from him. He'd told her that he couldn't give her what she wanted, (a monogamous relationship, lots of love, affection, devotion etc. etc the list went on and on) and walked away even as her anguish filled orbs imprinted themselves on the insides of his eyelids. He knew that sleeping with Vanessa would make him forget the shit with Blair for a little while but he also knew that he'd regret it in the long run. Nate for one would kill him, Blair would have a pretty similar reaction and Vanessa would loathe him for taking advantage of her. Normally he wouldn't give a flying fuck about other people, he was Chuck Bass. But it was different for these 3. Vanessa's voice interrupted his deliberations, "We danced, I… I err let him touch me and... and," she pushed back her curls to uncover the smooth skin of her neck that was marred by three marks that he knew like the back of his hand. He glanced at them pointedly not really all that surprised as he'd seen the way Nate and Vanessa had danced earlier in the night. "I wanted him, his touch felt sooooooo good Chuck, so unbelievably good," she mumbled, her voice fading towards the end. "I was bad, I told myself I wouldn't let him, he's bad for me Chuck, he hurts me. But I don't hate him, no I don't hate him, I…just...its...I love him." Vanessa whispered, her eyes widening at her own words. "Ohmygod Chuck, I love him," she squeaked and passed out. Chuck glanced down at the brunette occupying his bed and grudgingly punched in an unfamiliar number on his cell. "Humphrey it's me, Vanessa's here at my suite, she's unconscious, had too much to drink. I want you to call her sister and tell her she's with you." Chuck demanded not intending to be on the phone to Dan Humphrey for longer than a minute. "I didn't take her home because I don't know where she lives you fool," Chuck answered gritting his teeth in frustration. "What's there to believe Humphrey?" Chuck hissed into his phone. "Why the fuck would I be lying? I have a life; this isn't my idea of fun." Chuck sat down by Vanessa's feet, seething; the Brooklyn bastard had just hung up on him. The fucking nerve of the little twit. Having sufficiently calmed down, Chuck grabbed himself a drink and sat down in his armchair, reaching for the latest edition of Playboy that lay on the coffee table. He leisurely perused the contents, whilst drinking his scotch. As he turned the 3rd page, loud incessant knocking penetrated the silence. He got up, opening the door to the unwelcome figure of Daniel Humphrey. "What the hell are you doing here Humphrey?" Chuck asked his tone anything but happy. Dan didn't bother answering, choosing to push past the young Bass into the hotel suite. Chuck grabbed his arm, preventing him from moving any further into the room. "Watch it! This is my suite, and I don't want you here." Chuck's voice was dangerously low. "Where's Vanessa? That's if she's even here in the first place." Dan asked, his voice just as dangerous. Chuck let go of the other mans arm and Dan strode towards the bedroom. Vanessa was laying on the king bed. Her neck was marred by 3 prominent love bites. The straps of her dress were halfway down her arms, her stockings seemed to be slightly ripped and one side of her dress had ridden up and he could see her underwear. Dan turned around towards the figure standing in the doorway, his face a picture of rage, "What have you done to her?" "Absolutely nothing," Chuck smirked, his amusement taking precedence over his anger. Riling up Humphrey was entertaining enough for him to forgive the forced entry. "What the fuck? This doesn't look like nothing Bass! If you touched her..." Chuck interrupted Dan's pathetic attempt at a threat, "I told you, I didn't touch her because I promise you if I had, I wouldn't have any problem telling you about it." Dan felt his right hand twitch, aching to punch the Basshole. "Bass, tell me exactly what happened!" Dan demanded, his patience running low. "Magic word Humphrey?" Chuck smirked, nonchalantly leaning against the doorway. "Please," Dan said through gritted teeth. God he hated Chuck Bass. Chuck raised an eyebrow, amused at Dan's humiliation- if only there'd been an audience. "She was at the opening of KOKO, danced with Nate-if you can call it dancing. She was drunk and upset when I saw her in the parking lot; I offered to take her home. She passed out in the limo before she could tell me her address so I bought her here." "Say I believed all that, why did you want me to tell Ruby she was with me?" Dan asked suspiciously. "So she wouldn't worry," Chuck replied simply as if the words hadn't sounded so very ridiculous coming out of his mouth. Chuck Bass, responsible? Caring? Dan frowned, "I don't believe you." "So I've heard," Chuck countered, growing bored of Humphrey and his idiocy. "First off, how do you even know about Ruby? And why do you care?" Dan asked, his eyebrows scrunched together. Chuck shrugged contemplating whether or not to give Humphrey an answer. "Vanessa and I are more acquainted than you think. She mentioned... Ruby was it? And as for the next question, I would say caring is an exaggeration. I was merely looking out for myself." Dan raised an eyebrow, unable to understand what the young billionaire was saying. "Her sister might've worried and called the police. There'd be unnecessary complications if she was found with me in this state," Chuck finished honestly. "Nothing your father wouldn't be able to get you out of," Dan retorted coldly. "Keep my father out of this." Chuck growled his amber eyes tinged with steel. Dan recognized the warning in Chuck's voice and sensibly dropped it. Flipping open his cell phone, Dan reluctantly sent a text to Ruby saying that V was staying at the Humphrey Loft for the night. Chuck looked up as Dan's phone buzzed, having received the reply from Ruby. "That's Ruby, she thinks V's at ours." Dan explained reluctantly giving Bass the benefit of the doubt. Chuck nodded indifferently and walked back to his armchair. His 'reading' was interrupted for the second time that night by the knocking on the door. He opened the door to Lara Stevens, his favorite maid for a number of reasons. She was holding a package. He'd completely forgotten about it, what with Humphrey- of all people - showing up. Thanking Lara, he took the package into his bedroom and put it down on the bed by Vanessa's feet. Tearing open the paper, Chuck ran his hands through the smooth silk of the night dress, appreciating the texture and richness only like a Bass could. Dan kept his eyes fixed on Chuck and he wondered what the hell he was doing with what appeared to be a women's night dress. His eyes widened in horror as the realization sunk in. Dan was up on his feet in a second, his expression mingling with disgust and indignance. Chuck ignored Dan, and reached towards Vanessa. He pulled her gently towards him, mindful not to wake her; he needn't have worried as it would have taken nothing short of an earthquake to wake her at that point. He felt behind her for the zip of her dress, but was interrupted by Dan's protest. "Bass, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dan hissed, his eyes dark with fury. "You tell me genius, you have eyes don't you? I'm undressing her you cretin. She can't sleep in this," Chuck responded, exasperated. "I can see that Bass, I just think you'd better stop," Dan retorted pulling the other mans arms off of his best friend. "What is up your ass Humphrey I'm NOT raping her, you're right here. What's your problem?" Chuck said, gritting his teeth in annoyance after having been manhandled. "YOU are my problem Bass, I know you, and you're sick and perverted. Do you really think I'm going to let you undress Vanessa?" Dan finished with a humorless chuckle. The younger Bass shrugged, "Fine whatever, the night dress was intended for her comfort," Chuck smirked as he thought of something, "Here's a thought, why don't you do it Humphrey, seeing as you're like her brother, it won't be a problem right?" Dan blinked, fully aware that Chuck had just challenged him. He'd once loved (?) Vanessa, he didn't love (?) her anymore, but he definitely didn't feel the same way about her as he did about Jenny. In short, undressing her, would probably elicit not very friend like thoughts. He couldn't say yes, the guilt of having seen her practically naked form would probably hound him for a very very long time, on the other hand, he'd just called Chuck Bass a pervert and acted --well brotherly- and if he said no then the Bass would have reason to believe that he was indeed no better than him. "Well, I'd better leave you to it," Chuck said, already out the door, anticipating Humphrey's spinelessness. "No Chuck I don't think it's necessary, she's fine as she is, we should just let her sleep," Dan said just loud enough for Chuck to hear. Chuck answered nonchalantly, "Whatever, Humphrey. As I said I only wanted her to be comfortable. And you can leave now. I think we've established that Vanessa's just fine here." Dan looked fairly amused at the suggestion, "We haven't established anything Chuck, and I don't trust you in the slightest. I'm staying here with V and then taking her home whether you lik-." "Funny how you forget the important fact that this is my suite and if I want you out then you can easily be removed," Chuck interposed carelessly. Dan nodded at the truth of the words and shrewdly made no further comment. Chuck relished the power he had over Humphrey at this moment and decided that maybe just maybe he wouldn't have him kicked out. Sitting back down in his armchair, he went back to flicking through the pages of his magazine, occasionally glancing up to see Humphrey looking generally out of place and awkward. Vanessa moaned, reluctantly opening her eyes. She heaved once, and jumped out of bed, hurtling towards the open door of the en-suite bathroom, she threw up several times; grateful for whoever it was that was holding back her hair. Dan looked away as his best friend puked her guts out, his right hand moving up and down her back trying to soothe her as best as he could. Vanessa prayed that her stomach had finished emptying out its contents. She didn't think she could take much more. One thing she did know though was that she wasn't about to touch alcohol for a very long time. Panting, with her hands gripping the toilet, she waited, for the next round of vomiting. Miraculously, it never came and she broke out into a watery smile, wanting to cry. Her throat was raw, her stomach hurt and those dreaded memories were rushing back to her. Dan felt V's shoulders shake and turned her towards him for a hug. She looked less surprised and more grateful to see him there. Having sufficiently calmed down, Vanessa released Dan. "Where am I?" she asked looking around the lavishly decorated bathroom. She was pretty sure this wasn't any place she was familiar with. "At the Palace, more precisely Chuck Bass's suite," Dan replied. Vanessa nodded, it made sense; she had last been with Chuck. "I... I need to brush my teeth." Vanessa voiced the thought aloud. Dan seemed to accept it and walked back to the couch he had previously occupied. Vanessa felt a rush of disgust as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She was pale and pasty, her make up had spread everywhere and her eyes looked pretty much lifeless. She furiously scrubbed at the mess that was her face, satisfied only once every single bit of makeup had been removed. Tearing open the packet of a new toothbrush, she piled on a generous amount of toothpaste and brushed her teeth, rhythmically working her way around her whole mouth. She removed the clean robe from its hook behind the door and wrapped it around herself, successfully concealing the large stain on her dress. Feeling calmer and cleaner she walked to the lounge of the Bass suite, sitting down beside Dan on the couch. Chuck addressed Vanessa, "Are you feeling better?" his exterior was as Chuck-like as ever but the concern in his eyes gave him away. "I'm f-" Vanessa whispered, her answer cut short by the knocking on the door. Getting up, for the third time that night, Chuck flung the door open, finding himself face to face with Blair Waldorf and Nate Archibald. A/N: So what did you think? Please drop me a line with your thoughts.
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