Hey guys... This idea just popped into my head. Hope you like it. This continues after 50 shades of grey the first book and episode 18 season 4 of Arrow. But Laurel did not die.
Fifty shades of green.
CHAPTER 1
"Ana."
"Christian."
When the big grey metal doors of the elevator closed in front of me; I felt a stab through my heart. He didn't even try to change my mind about leaving. He didn't even try to stop me. But he did! You told him to stop! My subconscious yelled at me. She gave me the deadliest death glare on this planet. I guess she is right; I did stop him. I just don't know if I could ever go through that ever again. Did that really give him pleasure? Christian has done a lot of things; things I didn't like; but that was the worst. How can women like that? How can he like that? Christian; the sweet guy that took me gliding in Georgia; the guy that makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time; the guy that took… "Miss Steele; I have to take you home." Taylor said; breaking me out of my mixed up thoughts. I didn't trust my voice so I just nodded.
"Goodbye Taylor. It really was a pleasure knowing you. Send my love to Gail." I said after he opened the car door when we parked in front of my apartment. He gave me a small smile and a nod. "I hope we see each other again Miss Steele." I gave him a quick hug before heading to my apartment. The lights were all off and there wasn't a single sound in the whole apartment. I wonder when Kate will be back. She is so lucky she got the good Grey. The one that's not afraid of a relationship. I envy her so much right now. Why can't he just love me back? Because he has needs you don't understand Ana. Once again my subconscious is right. I could never give him what he wanted; what he "needed". I have the greatest taste in men; in men that have issues. Why can't I just be happy? What have I done to deserve this? Maybe I should just go away for a while; just to clear my head. Yes that's what I'll do. Without further hesitation I headed to my room. After two full hours of packing I was finally done. I sat on my bed and took my notebook and pen from the bedside table.
Dear Kate…
I decided to take a short vacation. I don't know when I will be back but I will; eventually. Please don't question Christian about my leaving. We broke up; that's all you need to know.
Take care of yourself. I gave Christian back the phone he gave me so if you want to call me use my old number.
All the love in the world; Ana. =)
After I stuck the note under a fridge magnet; I left.
The bus ride to Star City was extremely long and uncomfortable. I sat next to an old lady who told me her whole life story. From the day she was born until now. To make things worst; there was a kid sitting behind me; kicking my chair repentantly. I was the first to get off that bus. Another twenty minutes passed while I tried to hail a cab but it was pointless so I started to walk. I visited Star City only once when I was a child but it was the best vacation I had. The city is beautiful and so full of life. On every second street lamp was a poster of a guy running for mayor. His name was Oliver Queen. As I wandered the streets; looking fo took a short cut though a dark ally. Oh if only Christian could see you now! My subconscious said; spread out over her red plush couch. She was right though. If Christian knew I was walking down a dark ally he would flip out. Mr Control freak would probably throw me over his shoulder and carry me home. "Ugh; son of a bitch." I froze immediately when I heard the voice. It was close to my left; maybe a few steps in front of me. My mind told me to run; run away and never look back but my gut told me to investigate. Ray told me to always follow my gut so that's what I did. I quickened my pace a bit towards a large dustbin. I braced myself for the worst as I stepped into the little light above the dustbin. At the foot of the garbage pail was a man in a green leather hoodie without sleeves. The man's head was laid to the side and his left hand was pressed against the right side of his stomach. I dropped my duffle bag and raced forward to help him. His light blue eyes were barely open and his breath was frantic. "Don't worry sir; I'm going to call the hospital." I said as I pulled out my phone. He raised his right hand to cover my phone. "No; don't. But I do need your help. Could you help me into that building over there?" He pointed to a large building across the street. I wanted to protest and just call the hospital but if that's what he wants; I will help him. I nodded and stood up straight. I threw my duffle bag over my shoulders and held out my hands to him. With a lot of effort on my side he finally stood up as well. We walked as fast as his injury would allow. Every time we took a step he would grunt but he kept going. Once inside he started to give me directions. He directed me to a well hidden elevator in a large office. The first thing I noticed was that the elevator only went one floor down. I pushed the button and waited patiently for the lift to go down. I looked over to the man slumped in the corner. His hood still covered his face but he looked so familiar. With closer examination I recognized him as the guy on the posters; Oliver Queen. He looked to be in his late twenties; maybe the same age as Christian. Why do I still think of Christian so much? Wasn't this whole vacation to forget about him? The ding from the elevator caught my attention and Mr Queen's. I draped his arm over my shoulder again as I helped him into the room. What I saw shocked me more than Christian's play room. I refrained from asking questions when I heard a loud squeal. A short girl about my age with a brown bob ran towards us. "Ollie; talk to me; what happened?" She asked taking him from me. Another guy appeared out of nowhere to help the girl place Mr Queen on an operation table. I was just able to hear what he said. "Dark shot me with a poisonous arrow. I can feel the venom spread through my body." He grunted again as the man helped him out of his hoodie. The man barked out orders to the girl witch she did happily. She is either Mr Queen's sister or girlfriend. "Where's Oliver?" A woman emerged from the elevator. A concerned look chiselled into her perfect face. Her light brown hair lay perfectly still over he shoulder as she ran to Mr Queen's side. The girl with the bob whispered something into the newly arrived woman's ear before she turned towards me. I gave her a small smile as she walked towards me. "Hi; I'm Laurel Lance; a friend of the man you helped tonight." She stuck out her hand for me to shake. I took her hand in mine and gave her a firm handshake. "My name is Anastasia Steele; but you can just call me Ana. Is Mr Queen going to be okay?" I asked. When I mentioned his name all eyes where on me; even Mr Queen looked at me. I felt uncomfortable under their stares so I looked down. "How do you know me?" Mr Queen slowly walked towards me; still clutching his side. He looked scary in that very moment.
