A/N: This story will not be everyone's cup of tea... it's AU and OCC. Warnings: A and C do "cheat" but as this first chapter tells you, they are both well aware of it... and don't "care."( as i put it-no emotional cheating… A and C are still crazy about each other) It's all part of their journey, their scheme. Also it has some moderate dark points. That deal with abuse, some violence, and miscarriage throughout the story.. They also will be stealing identities. So, if these are hard limits for you... turn around now. (i couldn't put this all in the summary) All of it will be in Ana's POV, so CG's character has some mystery behind it. :) This story is fully written, just in need of minor touches.

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This first chapter deals with abuse and miscarriage in the flashback.

All Mistakes are mine.

I'm pacing my room at the Heathman hotel. I'm wearing a damn hole in the ground waiting for my man.

I haven't seen him in three weeks. It's the longest we've gone without seeing each other in years.

I'm desperate for him.

My husband requested that I be with him on his business trip to Paris. We needed to make an appearance to his business partners. Basically, he needed to show off his trophy wife.

I was in Paris, the city of love, and hated every minute of it, because I wasn't with the guy I actually loved. When my husband was in meetings I spent my time in my room. I had no desire to see the city or shop.

I played my part. Played his arm candy and doting wife. As soon as we got back into Seattle, I told him I was meeting with some girls I met weeks ago, and I was off.

There's a familiar rap on my door and I run over flinging it open. There standing in front of me is the love of my life. My true one and only.

"A rose for my Rose!" He says handing me a single pink rose.

His smile gleams at me and even after fifteen years of knowing this man, he still makes me swoon.

"Christian." I jump into his arms and kiss his face all over.

He kicks the door closed and captures my mouth with his.

"I'm guessing you're happy to see me." He says as he carries me to sit on the couch.

"I'm always happy to see you." I grind myself on his hardened bulge. "And I see you're happy to see me too."

"There's no question about that." Christian grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, revealing my naked body. "Eager, are we?" He says before he fests on my breasts.

"It's been three weeks. Just a day is too long without you."

"I'm just as eager as you, baby." He stands me up to remove his pants. He's san boxers. His throbbing dick ready to go. I kiss down his chest as I work each button of his dress shirt. I've missed the way his skin taste, the way he smells, and his touch.

Christian sits back down on the couch. I place my knees on each side of him as I sink myself into him.

"I've missed you being inside of me." I moan, as I circle my hips on his cock.

"His pencil dick not satisfying enough for my girl?" He whispers, sucking on my breast again.

"Just about as satisfying as your wife's Grand Canyon." He chuckles as he grabs my hips thrusts hard into me.

"Three more months… then we'll be together, on a beach in the Caribbean."

"I can't wait…just me and you, finally." he says as he tangles his hand in my hair and pushes his tongue in my mouth.

"Just me and you." I pant.

Christian and I met when we were six years old. Neither one of us had the easiest of childhoods. We were neighbors in the slums of Detroit. We lived in an apartment building where the walls were paper thin, the smell of weed always wafted through the vents, and sometimes our water was brown.

Our mothers were crackheads and often Christian and I were left to fend for ourselves. We did everything together, because we quickly learned we could survive better, together.

At seven we figured which dumpsters were full of the freshest food that restaurants would throw out.

By eight we were panhandling at our mother's requests. We always kept half of the earnings for ourselves, before we gave the rest to feed our mother's drug habits.

We would hide each other from our mother's pimps and dealers, learning the best hiding spots to avoid the abuse. We shared the same bed from an early age when our mom's would be on binges for days. We kept each other company and kept each other safe. We invented games that we could play to keep us busy. The most either of us had in the line of toys, was a puzzle with missing pieces, and some toy cars.

We were best friends, partners in crime. Then when we were fourteen, we became a lot more.

By fifteen, we got our GED's so we could work full time and make some money. It wasn't much, but it was something. Plus, it kept us out of the havoc of all the stuff going on at home.

Christian made me a promise when we were seventeen that he would do everything in his power to get us out of Detroit and one day a better life.

I remember when he made that promise to me. It was a day that our lives changed forever. The day that we became desperate to find better lives for ourselves and we didn't care how we did it.

…...

I'm curled on the floor of my bathroom. There's so much blood on the floor. My blood.

My mother is passed out somewhere in the dingy apartment, more likely from the high from the crack she was sold. The crack she was sold from the man that relentlessly beat the crap out of me.

Giorgio never bothered me before today. The only reason why his fist and feet met with my body is because I interrupted him getting his jollies off with my mother.

I guess he didn't like me getting a look at his pinkie that he tries to pass off as a penis. It's the only reason I can come up with for his fury.

He's usually drops off the drugs and leaves with his cash.

However, I'm guessing my mother didn't have the cash and offered her services instead.

Giorgio eyes darkened when he saw me standing in the kitchen.

All I wanted was a glass of water and I would've gone back to bed.

Giorgio had other plans for me.

He stuffed himself back into his pants and charged after me. I dropped my glass and it shattered to the floor as I ran towards my room.

However. I didn't make it to my room.

He grabbed me by my arm and laid a punch into my face that sent me falling to the ground. Once I was down he laid three kicks into my stomach. Picked me up and threw me to the wall and punched me in the face again.

He never said a word as he laid hit after hit into me. I tried to fight back but my efforts were futile.

He finally had enough. With one final push to the wall I crumbled to the floor and he walked away leaving me a bloody heap on the floor.

I crawled to the bathroom and pounded my fist on the adjacent wall. A distress call.

Now I'm lying here on the floor, hoping that Christian heard my knocks, but I don't know if I was loud enough. I have a ringing in my ears and my head is pounding.

I close my eyes and wait. Hope.

When I open my eyes again, I have to squint from the bright lights above me.

Where the hell am I?

"Ana?"

The greatest site ever appears above me. "Christian?" My voice cracks.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here." His hand pushes back my hair. I finally get a good look at him and notice the tears running down his cheek.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the hospital. You've been out of it for a couple of hours. I've been so worried about you." He kisses my forehead. "Who did this to you?" He croaks.

"Giorgio."

"I'm going to kill him." He grits out.

"No, you're not. He'll kill you before you get a chance to touch him."

"He killed our baby. I'm gonna kill him. He needs to pay." He chokes out the tears now falling hard down his face.

"No...no...no..." My own tears start to rush out of my eyes. "NO!" I yell out. Christian immediately wraps his arms around me. Holding me to him as the cries wrack both our bodies.

Christian and I had only found out I was pregnant two weeks ago. We went down to planned parenthood to have it confirmed. I would be eight weeks along today.

Honestly, we were both shaking in our boots over it. We had no idea what we were going to do with baby. We have no money and our living conditions are horrendous.

But it was our baby. We made a vow to do whatever we could to make it work.

Now our baby is gone.

"I'm so sorry…" I hiccup as burying my face further into his chest.

"Why are you sorry?" He pushes me back and looks at me.

"I lost our baby…" I say through my cries.

Our baby is gone.

He presses his lips to my forehead. His lips linger there for what seems like an eternity.

"Ana…" his lips break away and he lifts my chin. "You didn't do anything. This wasn't your fault. If it's anyone's fault it's mine for leaving you alone tonight. I love you. So much. This isn't your fault, baby. And if I see Giorgio, he's going to pay."

"Christian...no. Promise me you'll stay away from him. You know he carries. I need you in my life. Please stay away from him." I beg him as I cling to him.

I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost Christian too.

"Okay." He says softly. "I'll always be here for you, baby. Always. We will make it through this. I promise." He brushes my hair back and I can still hear the tears backed up in his throat.

We hold each other sobbing, until Dr. Trevelyan comes in.

Dr. Grace Trevelyan is a saint. She knows we don't have insurance. Our mothers could never be bothered to even get state insurance for us.

To them we barely existed. I sometimes wonder how we survived this long.

Dr. Trevelyan always treats us pro bono. Most of the time it's for sickness, large lacerations, or when Christian broke his hand when he got into a fight with Anthony Wright over me. She's the type of woman we could only wish we had for a mother.

I know she wants to call CPS on us. She knows how we live, but we've told her we were fine. We've told her that neither of us could deal with being apart from one another. I know as a doctor she struggled with it. However, the foster system can be as bad sometimes as our living conditions. Christian and I need to be together.

Although, I fear today might be the final straw for Dr. Trevelyan.

"Anastasia…" She moves to the other side of me and takes my hand. "I"m sorry about your loss," She says gently. I can only nod as my tears continue to run down my face. Christian's arm around me becomes tighter. "Did Christian tell you about your other injuries?"

I shake my head. I know my sides are killing me and I still have a slight ringing in my ears.

"You have two cracked ribs and a concussion. Also, some lacerations on your face. You needed ten stitches in the one above your eye. The others are superficial, thank goodness. You'll be bleeding heavily for a few days due to the miscarriage. Unfortunately, there will be some painful cramping as well. I have your pain meds, but I would like you to stay the night to keep an eye on you."

"Ok." I look over at Christian and squeeze his hand to reassure him. He looks like he's aged ten years.

"Now, I would like you to think about reporting this to the police."

"The police?" I shriek. "I can't. No. Plus, they'll call CPS. You know we can't let that happen."

"Something needs to happen. Ana, what if Christian didn't find you? Whoever did this could've killed you."

"But he didn't." I state firmly.

"In a way he did, Ana…he ended up killing a part of you."

The baby.

"I know…" fresh tears fall down my face. "I'll think about it." Christian's grip around me becomes tighter as I cry harder.

"I'll leave you two be. If you need anything, have the nurse ring me."

I look at Dr. Trevelyan again and I know she wants to say more She gives me one final squeeze before leaving the room.

Christian places his hand on my cheek and kisses my tears away. Everything's a mess right now, but I'm so glad that I have this man by my side.

"You know she's going to call the cops right?"

"You don't know that, Christian." I tell him as I wipe my face with the back my hand.

"She's going to. She told me she would earlier. She said she can't hold her tongue any longer, but wanted to give you a chance to do it on your own. I understand her point, where she's coming from, but we can't go into the system, Ana." Christian says firmly. "We need to get out of here."

"Christian, where would be go?"

"Anywhere. I have some money saved. I even managed to steal a couple hundred from my mom yesterday. I can get more if I have too. We just need to leave."

"Christian…" I say softly and touch his face.

"Ana, please. I promise to take care of you. I'm getting us out of Detroit. I don't know how yet, but I will. I'm going to get us to a better life. Where we don't have to worry about money. It might take time and some work, but I promise to get us to paradise one day."

"I'll follow you anywhere, Christian."

Now two and half years later our plan is finally coming to a head. We're months away from paradise. The road to it hasn't been easy, nor has it been desirable. However, we weren't left with much choice if we wanted to stay together.

We've been deceitful. Caught between more lies than truths. Using our bodies and looks to get what we want. It's not how I pictured my life at twenty. But sometimes you have to do whatever it takes to get what you want.

Christian and I fled the hospital that night before the cops or CPS had a chance to show. Thankfully, I was given my script for my meds and able to fill them. Christian packed as much of our stuff as he could and we left no word with our mothers. It's not like they would notice us gone.

We hid out in a homeless tent city for a couple days. Over the years we have made friends with many of the man and woman that occupy the tent city. Mark, was someone we met when we were younger. He was fifty-five and been on the streets half his life. Mark was the one that taught us a lot of our survival skills over the years. He would be the one that would help us find our way out of Detroit. There was also April, she helped nurse me back to health before we left for the rainy city.

Mark knew a truck driver from his years in the Army, that was willing to drive us to Seattle. Hank Willis was also our god send, but he was also a crook.

On that seven-day trip to Seattle, he taught us everything we needed to know about social security fraud, credit fraud, and changing your identity.

That education would be a pivotal moment in our life.

First thing we did when we got to Seattle was change our names. Even if the chances were small of someone looking for us, we couldn't take the risk. I went from Anastasia Steele to Rose Daniels and Christian went from Christian Grey to Trey Daniels.

Hank lent us two thousand dollars. I'm sure the money was stolen, but we were grateful for it.

The second thing we did was buy a car. That's where we experienced how easy credit fraud is. We purchased a minivan under the names Claire and Michael Davis. We wore wigs and glasses to help hide our identity to throw off the inevitable investigation. However, the lack of cameras made it even easier.

That first year and half that we lived in Seattle was some of the best times we had together. We were free and we were together. Every night we snuggled together on that air mattress we had in the back of the van. We spent hours talking, making love and eating take out. It was our home.

I miss that caravan.

We both worked two jobs. During the day Christian took on some day labor jobs and I worked at a diner. At night, we both worked at Lola's, bartending. We made great tips, but the job would lead us down the rabbit hole of lies.

Now the best way to make tips is to flirt. Christian's smile alone is a flirt all on its own. The women would fall over their feet for him to make their drink.

Then one day Emma Winters came in. She instantly fell for my man. Emma was a forty-four-year-old social light who runs a leading fashion magazine called Social.

At first it was innocent conversations, but then she took a dive and asked Christian, or should I say Trey, out.

That is where the journey down the rabbit hole started.

"I can't believe she asked you out!" I laugh as I hold the paper with Emma Winters phone number on it.

"What can I say? I attract the cougars." Christian grabs my waist and nibbles at my neck.

"You're so full of yourself." I say as I push him away.

"Actually, her asking me out gave me an idea. I think it will help us to get closer to our goal of getting to paradise." He takes my hands. "But you'll need to be on board."

"Okay?" I ask hesitantly.

"Maybe I should go out on the date…"

"Excuse me, what?" I take my hand out of his hold and sit up on the air mattress.

"Hear me out, before you kill me woman." He says as he sits up next to me, taking my hand again. "What if Emma becomes like my Sugar Mama? The woman is dying for male attention. I could be the one to give it to her and in return we get the use of her money. "

I shake my head, "How do you plan to make her to fork money over to you?"

"Make her fall in love with me." He says simply.

"Fall in love with you? And what get married?"

"Yeah."

"Hell no. Uh-uh. Are you nuts?" I violently remove my hand from his now and move away.

"A little, but you've always known that. Listen, I think it would only be for a short time. A year or so. If I get her to marry me, I can lauder her money to an offshore account. We wouldn't be legally married, so when we have enough saved we run off. Maybe somewhere in the Caribbean, or anywhere you want to go."

"What about me? I'm just supposed to sit in this van and wait around for you, while you fuck and live it up with another woman?"

"No. Come here…" he waves me to move closer and I shake my head at him.

He sighs and reaches over to me, lifting me up to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me tightly as I try to wiggle out of his hold. "Will you settle down." he remarks.

I huff and stop my fight to get out of his arms. "As I was saying...I would get her to move me in with her as quick as possible and then ask her if my "sister" could come in stay with us."

"Keep talking…"

"It's just a rough idea. But it's gotta be easier then keep going with stealing credit cards and identities. I worry that it will finally catch up to us. The last thing I want for both of us is to end up in jail."

"Oh, and like stealing from some old lady won't do that?"

"Not if it's done right. It will only work if you're in with me. I think this is the quickest way- a year or two tops. I'll somehow convince her to let you live with us. We'll still be together and I will be able to give you everything you need."

"Well if this is your great plan, maybe I should go out on a search for a sugar daddy too? Seems only fair. And we could get more money even faster."

"NO!" he says sternly.

"No?" I chuckle. "So, I'm supposed to be ok with you sleeping with some hag and I can't do the same thing?"

"It's not like that. I don't want you getting mixed up with some guy that could end up hurting you."

"You mean you want to be territorial."

"Yes and no." he runs his hands threw his unruly locks and I take the chance to move off his lap, but stay close by.

"Men tend to be more forceful when it comes to sex. What if he rapes you, uses you, abuses you? I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"But I can live with myself as you stick your dick is some old woman's wrinkled pussy?" I sherik.

"No. I'll do whatever it takes to avoid sex with her. I'll make her feel cherished. I read up on her on google. She's just a lonely woman. No kids. No past husbands and works all the time. She's fucking worth billions. She can spare the money."

I roll my eyes, "But you'll end up destroying her. That doesn't seem fair. She doesn't seem like a bad person…"

"No, but it's better then to keep stealing from the ones that can't afford it. We're not taking everything she has, just enough for us to live comfortably. Where we don't have to struggle anymore." His hand moves on top of my belly, "Where we can start our family and they never have to worry about being poor. Not have to worry where the next meal comes from, where we can spend time with them. We deserve that Ana. I'm never going to be able to come some CEO of some business and make a shit load of money. I don't want us working three jobs to keep our heads above water. I want a house with a backyard, three point five kids, and my wife always smiling because she has no worries. I want that for us."

"I want that too." I move to snuggle back in his arms. "Alright, I'm in. I don't like really like it…" I say as I look around our minivan. The place we call home.

I could kill for a bathroom, some air conditioning, and a fridge.

"I'm in. But we need to set a couple ground rules."

"Hit me."

I smack him hard on the arm.

"Oww. What was that for amazon woman?" he says as he rubs his arm.

"You told me to hit you, so I did." I giggle.

Christian's eyes darken and tosses me flat to the air mattress. He crawls over me and starts to relentlessly tickle me.

"So, what are these rules?" he asks.

"Always…. Where…. A… condom." I say between my giggles. "Stop...stop."

He takes mercy on me and flops down next to me.

"This needs to be serious…." I tell him after I catch my breath. "I'm loaning you out to romance someone else. I need some ground rules."

"I promise to wear a condom. I was already thinking the same thing. What else?"

"We only do this one time. If it doesn't work, we get out. We leave the state and do life the normal way."

"Deal. What else? You make the rules baby. You're as a part of this as much as I am." He lays a kiss behind my ear.

"Keep the sex down to a minimum. Do NOT tell me when and how you sleep with her. Out of sight, out of mind. We find a way to see each other every day and don't leave me alone in this van. If I can't stay with you, I beg of you to find me something with a comfy bed. And the last thing for now… you share everything you have to do, besides sex and kissing with me. Like if you have to take her out, dinners, movies, and so on. I want to know about it. Including how you transfer and spend the money. I want to be involved in every penny you take." I grab him by the collar, "I mean every penny, every scheme."

Fuck, why is this turning me on?

"I promise my love."

"Oh and add no little pet names to the list."

"Understood." He smirks and kisses me hard. His body moves back on top of mine.

Our clothes go flying off in all directions. I'm panting like crazy as the man I love cherishes every inch of my body with his lips. When his lips lock with mine again he thrust violently into me. My scream bounces off the van walls. Along with my scream I hear a pop and a hiss as the mattress begins to deflate.

We both laugh as our bed becomes nothing but two thin sheets of rubber underneath of us.

Still wrapped in his arms his head rest on my forehead. His gray eyes twinkle in my baby blues. He kisses me again, not caring about our flat bed and starts to move. "I'm going to give you the world, baby." He pants.

I really hope his plan works because he's right, we definitely deserve more than this.

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