Author: JustAPenNameForMe PM
An alternate universe in which Christian is yearning for Ana. Because instead of trying to get Ana back when she walks out, at the end of FSOG, Christian lets his 50 shades and dark side take completely over.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Christian G. & Anastasia S. - Chapters: 38 - Words: 76,548 - Reviews: 570 - Favs: 192 - Follows: 392 - Updated: 04-16-13 - Published: 11-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8701871
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Fifty Shades trilogy, nor Christian Grey's character – I just play in the sandbox created by E. L. James!
A/N: For this chapter I started out with Ana's POV, but she turned out to be quite talkative and we needed some back story for context…
~ broken ~
… two months earlier…
Christian lands Charlie Tango with ease and gives marching orders for it to be taken back to Sea-Tac; he walks to the awaiting SUV and his ever trusted security detail, Taylor.
"Escala Taylor, and when we get there I would like to be debriefed on everything that happened the last few days."
Taylor and Christian arrive at Escala and immediately go to the home office. Taylor starts with some run of the mill happenings, when he mentions "… and on Friday, Ana quit her job, Sir"
"She QUIT her job!" Christian is screaming and pacing in his home office.
"WHY the fuck didn't anyone tell me?"
"You were not to be disturbed on your trip, Sir."
Christian stops in his tracks and looks over at Taylor. Taylor is cool and composed as always, but there was a hint of something there resentment, sarcasm, anger, something that Christian has never sensed in Taylor "…and what reason did she give when she resigned?"
Christian is loosing the little control he has managed to gain in the last few days.
Taylor knows that the next two words will raise his boss's blood pressure through the roof - maybe I should have a doctor in stand by - "sexual harassment, Sir."
"explain!" Christian's hiss was barely audible
"She went to New York on a business trip with her boss, one Jack Hyde, Sir." There is a brief pause – like a band aid, just get it over with - Taylor tells himself "she claims that he made advances of a sexual nature during that trip, Sir."
"What did he do to her, exactly?"
"There are no details, Sir."
"Did you not ask her?"
Christian's barely keeping himself put together, his heart is racing, his pupils dilated, he is angry; no ranging fury is what he feels like; lava carousing through his body he is ready to lash out at any moment. He needs to hit someone, soon, and Taylor is looking mighty good for a brawl "and what was done to the fucker?"
"As per SIP protocol, a reprimand was delivered and put into his permanent record, Sir."
"There were no witnesses, Sir."
Christian closes his eyes, and counts to 20… "I am going to ask you this only once more, why was I not informed?"
"Your instructions said you should not be disturbed unless it was life and death situation"
"You could have used your fucking brains, Taylor!"
"I checked on Ms. Steele personally, Sir. She seemed fine, no visual sings of struggle on her, Sir." – she looked like she had been crying - but he leaves that out and continues "… There were no records of a hospital visit, here or in New York, Sir."
Christian sits on his chair; he knows where Taylor's mind was when he checked for hospital records.
After what seems like an eternity, Taylor interrupts "On Saturday, we received a report that Leila bought a gun, Sir."
"What the fuck does she want with a gun!"
"We believe you are the target, Sir. Since you were safer away, we just kept a tab on the situation" and Taylor then puts an envelope on the desk. Christian opens it and pictures of a red Audi splatter with white paint are displayed. Christian just looks at Taylor, demanding an explanation.
"Ms Steele's Audi was vandalized Saturday night, Sir… we think that she was looking for you, since she did not find you, she took it out on something that represents you… you gave her a red Audi, the same model, that car represents you to her, Sir."
Christian stands up and runs both hands on his hair. "Where is Leila?"
"We have not found her, Sir."
"Is there anything else you have forgotten to tell me while I was … away?"
"That's all, Taylor" and Taylor leaves without another word.
Christian starts pacing his office and a thousand thoughts bombard his mind; all of them point to the same conclusion – I failed Ana, my fucked-up-ness affects everyone, Leila is out there alone and planning who knows what, and Ana… Oh Ana, you could have been raped, maybe she was and I don't know it… I failed to protect my Ana… If only I had been here… Taylor did fine, he went beyond what was required and took it up on himself to check on Ana… while I was… oh no, no, no… I am such as shit, a fool, a dumb ass, she is better without me, she is right I am one fucked-up son of a bitch… no a whore.
Once Christian composes himself he calls Bastille, and expend the rest of the afternoon in an exhausting combat with his trainer; there is no two ways about it, it is a grueling physical exchange. Sweaty and tired, he walks in to penthouse and is greeted by a happy Mr Jones.
"Good to see you, Sir. Dinner is ready whenever you like"
"Ms Jones, I'll take dinner here right after my shower" and he points to the breakfast bar. During his shower, Christian formulates a plan, he will call Ana and offer her 24/7 protection, a woman detail so she is more comfortable. He will offer her a job, any kind of job she wants; at SIP, or any of GEH companies. He now owns SIP, she can have the company if she wants; and that fucker Hyde he'll have him hanging by the balls if he still have some when he is done with him.
With that plan in mind, he feels much better, and sits to eat. He has not taken the first bite when his phone rings. He looks at the caller id and his heart skips several beats.
"Anastasia" his voice is dripping with relief.
"S-sh-she wantss you to come heee-" Christians feels like someone has pulled the floor off and he is freefalling. He runs to Taylor's office and with one look Taylor knows something bad … really bad has happened; Christian mouths 'Leila' to Taylor; with that Taylor jumps on his phone and starts giving orders.
"Put her through" they get on the elevator, and he puts the phone on speaker
"She won't take the phone, she has a gun, she won't…" and then the line goes dead
Christian is on full panic mode; Taylor shouts instructions to his phone and talks to his ear piece. They jump on the SUV and speed to Ana's apartment. Once there, Taylor breaks the door down and they find Leila pointing a gun to Ana. Ana, of all things, is in the kitchen making tea!
Christian looks over and his adrenaline is pumping through him. He is stops asserting the situation; what to do, what to do… and then he see it… barely a hint but it is there; when he looked at her, Leila looked down, and he knows what to do; he lets his Dominant persona take over; and take over he does. He orders Leila to a submissive position by just a look and an unheard word; she is well trained, and follows his order as expected. Christian orders Taylor to take Ana out of the room when he notices she is frozen to the spot. He tells Taylor to take her to Escala.
Dominant Christian chastises Leila, she agrees that she has done wrong and begs to be punished. "First, you need a bath, you are filthy. Why do you let yourself go like this?"
"Master" is all she manages to say in a week almost child like voice.
- she is dirty, and skinny, her eyes are soulless… is that what I do to girls? She is a trained submissive and is broken like this. Is this what he wants from Ana? No wonder she left! She had to; it is a matter of self preservation…
"Come!" he orders and she follows him to the bathroom. Christian bathes her and calls Dr Flynn; dresses her with some of Ana's clothes. Taylor comes back and they work as a team; they check Leila into a mental facility.
When Christian finally arrives at Escala, Ana is not there. He panics once more and orders Taylor to go find her. Taylor and his security team go into Seattle in the twilight to try and find her; their only clue is that Taylor saw her walk away with Ethan. Christian is exhausted; the last 24 hours have been a rollercoaster of anger, rage and anxiety. He needs to talk to someone. Flynn is with Leila, so he calls the next person that comes to mind.
"Elena" his voice pleading.
"Christian? Is that you? What happened?"
"Leila had a gun…"
"I am on my way" and they hang up.
When Elena walks into the apartment, she catches Christian yelling "FIND HER!" into his phone. He seats on his couch, his head hanging low, looking down. He looks tired, and hopeless.
"Christian?" Elena approaches him carefully, as if he were a caged angry wild animal.
"Elena… she, she had a gun to Ana."
"Where is she now?"
"With John, some facility… We cannot find Ana, she left and we cannot find her" and Elena just breaths in and sits next to Christian. He rests his head on her shoulder and she runs a hand on his hair; when she hears a sob, she gets angry.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Crying for a sub?!" she is standing now, fury in her eyes
Christian knows her stand, right in front of him, is Dominant Elena; and he is glad to see it, he obeys without question; in one fluid motion he drops to his knees, head bowed, hands on his thighs.
- For the first time in days his mind is quiet, he is serene, relaxed. Submissive Christian does not need to think, he surrenders, no more rage, no more anger, no more orders to give. He is expectant; he knows she is a very harsh Dom punish me, I deserve to be punished; I am bad, very bad; I don't have a heart, I failed to protect them; I broke Leila; Ana left; please hit me. He can almost feel the bite of a cane; he is looking forward to it. Christian is in that place of total surrender, he expects orders and he'll follow them; to the letter, without question; he wants to please and make her happy; he is hardly aware of his surroundings; it is as if his body is far, far away and his mind is floating in an ocean of serenity.
"Pet" her voice is harsh, and lusty, her heart rate has increased twenty fold, her eyes are full of desired. She runs her hands on his hair, smiles and pulls.
"Stand" she orders and he does; she rakes her nails down his arms. Christian closes his eyes; he is play dough in her hands.
"Get out of this house!" an implacable, furious voice startles Elena…
~0~ TBC ~0~
A/N: … and did you really think I was going to let Elena have her way w/ Christian?
So I glossed over Leila's scene because you already read it in FSD and to Christian it is just something he does; nothing special, he is not obtaining gratification of any kind when bathing her at all, just self doubt and self abhorrence.
P.S. If you Google "Myles Crosby Calvin Klein Bold" you'll see the kind of body of the male model I imagined when I wrote CH2. However, I am still trying to figure out if there is more than a platonic relationship between Ana and her model. Regardless, it is going to be enough to bring the green eyed monster... in uber alpha male CG.
… until next time… Thanks for reading!