AU: No BDSM. Still a CEO Christian Grey but a Mermaid Ana.
And the rest that remained will be uncovered later in the story.
01
There are many things a billionaire can partake his interest in and for this particluar one, golf is not one of them. That's why, just like last week, Christian Grey is caught fishing again. Not a lake this time because he wanted to get away from his nagging mother- rather – brother, Elliot who won't shut up about his boring ways.
"I don't get your love for water or fishing." Elliot said.
"I don't love it. I just find it relaxing." Christian replied, while signaling his bodyguard Taylor that he is about to board his yacht or ship or boat.
You mean, the isolation. Elliot spoke in his head. His brother is an anti-social all right. He concluded it came with his abandonment issues that he developed in age four upon the negligence of his mother.
The Greys are full of love, mind you. From a nagging brother and sister, to an overly-affectionate-compassionate mother and understanding father. The three orphans couldn't have asked for any better.
Oh Lord, just give this man something! Elliot repeatedly chants in his head. Elliot can be ignorant but he sure is not oblivious. He knows that his brother is lonely. Tragically, his own brother denies it.
I'm married to my work. Christian always says.
To which Elliot always replies, "Work won't give you a home."
Christian frowns in confusion, "I have a lot of houses-"
Elliot clicks his tongue, "Oh dear brother, I don't mean those. I mean home, something you'll always be anticipating to go back to. It can be someone too."
The frown retains but Christian decides to ignore his brother's musings. He looks at the sky to see it darkening. Not what the broadcast said early in the morning. It doesn't look like it will rain but one must be cautious. And Christian Grey is not one of them.
Two and half hours later, and still no tuna. Christian is in debate whether to go back as the sky continues to darken. One sharp tug changed that.
Another stronger tug from his hook made him stand and reel it slowly. It seems heavier than any other fishes he have encountered, which made him ponder if this could be big break for him.
Tug.
Tug.
Reel. Tug.
Another tug and slowly, Christian felt it slipping but he held onto it and tried to reel faster. The sharp thunder and rumble in the sky, enough to shake him caused his hold to loose.
Reeling it again, he discovered it's missing its weight from earlier. A sign the fish got away. Patter of droplets started falling he then decided to go back to the shore.
Upon reaching the shore, the skies completely turned dark and seemingly angry. Lights flashed in panic and the winds are surging in a rage.
"Is this a storm?" Christian looked at Taylor.
Taylor himself cannot believe the complete turn of events. "I'm not sure sir but it is best to forego flying to Seattle with this weather."
"I can see that." Christian turned and started to head to his beach house. Unsurprisingly, Elliot is nowhere to be found. At the last minute he backed out with the fishing claiming, No more fish. Kate's been nagging me with it.
The storm didn't let on until early morning.
Outside, it was the perfect aftermath of a storm. Lying broken branches and wilted leaves, Christian inspected any damages in case something needs fixing. His yacht or boat suffered greatly. It crashed to a big rock far from his beach house.
It was not in a complete wreck, still fixable but undoubtedly, no fishing with this for at least a month. Christian signaled Taylor to call someone to immediately tend to it.
While inspecting it, he caught a trail of dried blood underside the now-in-wreck-yacht-or-boat. He followed it and soon the blood is not on the yacht anymore but there are obvious dark marks on the white sand.
Following it, he encountered a small cave, not too deep as the light can still seep through and there he saw inside on the sand is a body. Immediately he ran for it, got on his knees and gently assessed it.
"Taylor!" he shouted.
She was … naked. Her skin was ivory and pale, seemingly flawless. But focusing on other matters, he instantly noticed the blood covering most of her lower body. He was gentleman enough to skip her upper body and headed straight to the face to familiarize himself with the girl. But not before, unbuttoning his dark polo to cover the girl.
Her dark chocolate hair is slightly damped and covering most of her face. Christian slowly swept it aside cautiously, and discovered she was deeply unconscious. Her eyes were closed with dark lashes framing underneath. Her lips are almost purple in cold.
He gently shook her. "Excuse me, Miss."
He repeated it several times but to no avail, no response. He leaned closer, scooped her in his arms and swept aside more of her hair. "Miss, can you hear me."
From his hand under her head, he detected for wet and sticky feeling, no blood, but one cannot be sure. He was about to turn her head around when the girl stirred gently, he almost missed it if not for the opening of her half lidded eyes.
Christian was instantly on alert. "Miss! Are you okay? Don't worry, help is on the way."
Her eyes closed again.
"Miss, please try to stay conscious for a while." Christian almost pleaded. As if to answer him, the girl stirred again and weakly opened her eyes, not fully but enough for Christian so gaze at the deepest blue he had ever seen in his life.
It was like looking at the ocean itself and swimming through it. He was speechless for a while and continued to gaze at her as she gazes back at him.
"Mr. Grey!"
Christian broke out of his daze and looked behind him to see Taylor with other of his bodyguards. Looking back at the girl, he noticed she was unconscious again. Taylor handed him his jacket, which is bigger than Christian's and covered the girl's body with it.
Christian gently scooped her up and faced his personnel. Taylor offered to take her and Christian almost refused, why, he doesn't know. But she was deeply hurt and he knew that Taylor is well built to carry her at ease.
They hurriedly ran back to the beach house where a medic is awaiting.
First story.
*whispers* Please be gentle.