All characters belong to Mrs James. This is my first fifty shades of grey fic. You can follow us on Facebook at obsessivetwihard's fanfic for pics and teasers. Enjoy.

"Help me, Christian. You have to help me."

I woke up with my shirt drenched in sweat, my hands clenching the sheets... It was her again. Her long flowing white gown made her look like an angel. Her mahogany hair blows around as she calls out to me. I've been dreaming of her for the past 6 years. At first I thought it was my birth mother because she never spoke to me before, but a few years ago she started calling to me. At first it was just my name then it turned into cries for help. Who is this girl?

As I do every night after a dream like this, I pour myself a glass of water and head to my piano. As I sit playing my favorite piece, my mind is still trying to figure out who this dream girl is. I have known many women who resemble her but there is something about her that is different and unique. The hours pass as I sit at my piano and before I know it, the sun's starting to rise.

As I sit I'm my office, I try focusing on work but I can't think of anything but the girl from my dream. I keep going over the dream over and over. I don't know what help she needed but if I ever found her I'd do anything for her. I just have this urge to help this girl even though we have never met. There is just something about her. I'd never told anyone about my dream girl. Not even my therapist, Flynn.

The dreams of her started after I walked away from my high school sweetheart, Elena. It had been 12 years since my life was flipped upside down.

*flashback*

My early childhood wasn't ideal. I was born to Ella Weston, a crack whore who had no clue who my father was. There is not a lot that I remember of her. She had died when I was four. The few memories I do have of that time are being hungry and cold a lot.

My guardian angel Grace Trevelyan-Grey and her husband, Carrick adopted me after my mother died. Grace was a pediatrician and Carrick was a big shot lawyer. They gave me everything I could wish for even a big brother, Elliot and a little sister, Mia. Even though the three of us were adopted we were family and treated as such. After we moved to Seattle I felt like I was finally home. I started to make friends and join in on extracurricular activities at school. My mom insisted we all should learn an instrument. I chose piano, Elliot chose guitar, and Mia chose cello. I had no desire to learn cello but I did ask Elliot to teach me guitar. I joined karate and blew right through my belts in no time. I kept myself busy and had no interest in girls until her.

I met Elena Lincoln when we were both fifteen. I thought Elena was the most beautiful perfect girl in school. She was so popular, athletic and every boy wanted to date her. I wasn't bad looking. I was tall and lean but I had some muscles from karate. I never thought she'd ever talk to me let alone go out with me. We were the school "it" couple right from the first date. By the time graduation rolled around we had our whole future planned together. We were both going to go to Harvard to study business management. I wanted to have my own company one day. Elena would work beside me as my CFO. My parents paid for us to have an off campus apartment so we're could be together. I didn't think too much of it when Elena was never in any of my classes. It is a big school after all. Whenever I'd come home Elena was always there.

Our sophomore year I thought I would surprise Elena by proposing to her. I told her I had class all day and would see her later. She left the apartment as usual and I stayed behind to set up for when she got home. I heard her come in only an hour after she left, so I figured she must have forgotten something. I tried to be as quiet as I could until she left again, but she didn't leave. Instead she kicked off her shoes, plopped in the couch and started making phone calls. I would never have eavesdropped on Elena but when I heard my name I had to hear what she was going to say.

"Don't worry daddy. He's in class all day. Yes, I made him think I left for class and then went to Starbucks for an hour. How are we going pull off the graduation when I'm not a student here? Are you sure he'll propose to me by then? And what if he doesn't? I do trust you. Fine I'll relax and leave everything to you. Love you too daddy. Bye."

"You aren't a student?"

"Shit Christian! You scared me."

"Answer the question!"

"Not technically."

"What about our dream, Elena? I thought it was going to be you and me running our company making breakthroughs in technology for the future."

"That was your dream, Christian. I'm more of a trophy wife type girl."

"You always said you didn't want kids."

"Who said anything about kids? Christian, my mom was trophy wife and her mom before her."

"Don't you want anything out of life?"

"All I need is you."

"I'm not looking for someone to parade around on my arm and to spend all of my money. I'm looking for a woman who has dreams and ambitions in life. I want someone who wants me for me and not my money."

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, stop being so dramatic."

She thinks I'm being dramatic? She hasn't seen dramatic yet.

"Your father was right. I was going to propose tonight."

Her eyes brighten and she jumps up and hugs me.

"Oh my god Christian, of course I'll marry you!"

I push her off of me and take a step back.

"You really can't be that dumb to think I still want to marry you. Have your stuff out of here by tonight."

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"Do I look like I care? Call daddy. I'm sure he'll help you find someone new to sink your claws into."

She played me... That fucking bitch had been playing me since day one.

I confronted her and she admitted to everything. She admitted how she wasn't meant to work, and that she was meant to be a trophy wife. Needless to say she wasn't going to be my trophy wife. I packed up my stuff from the apartment and dropped out of school the next day. My dreams were nothing without Elena.

My parents weren't the most understanding when I came home. They didn't understand what happened… That summer is when I started to have dreams of the brown haired girl.

Deep down I knew I needed to follow my dream of being a CEO of my own company, even if it was only to prove I wasn't the crack whore's son anymore. My parents loaned me the money to start my company and within a year I had paid them back double. The dreams of the brown haired girl never stopped. I started seeing a therapist, I thought talking about the crack whore would end the dreams but it didn't. They got stronger and more real. I would wake up from the dreams drenched in sweat and tangled in my blankets. No matter what I tried my dream girl never went away.

Here I was a twenty-seven year old CEO dreaming about a brown haired angel who might not really exist. I think it might be time to tell Flynn about my dream girl. I'll see him tonight at my parents' annual fundraiser, but that is not the place to start this discussion.

Every year my parents throw a fundraising gala for their charity 'coping together'. They started it shortly after we moved to Seattle. Coping Together helps children who have been a victim of abuse. I donate money and an item every year for their auction. This year I donated ten thousand dollars and decided to offer a week aboard my yacht.

The night started off like it does every year but something felt different. The tent was filled with the usual business owners and executives with their trophy wives, local artists, and celebrities. I mingled with everyone, however by the time the auction had started I was slowly moving to my sanctuary. I hate coming to these things alone as people were always busy asking me where my date was or there was always someone who was trying to set me up with their niece or daughter. I was perfectly capable of finding my own date, I just preferred not to. During most of the gala every year, I hid in the boathouse. It's not like I would miss much or be missed for that matter.

The boathouse was far enough away from the crowd that no one would bother me there. I could relax on the couch and listen to the music and when the time came I could watch the annual firework display.

As I approach the boathouse I noticed all the lights were on. That's odd... My parents never left the lights on unless they were out on their boat. I walk inside and hear someone up in the loft. Maybe Mia or Elliot snuck out here with a date. I listened for a moment but the voices I heard didn't sound familiar. It sounded like they were arguing.

"Come on you stupid Puta. I didn't bring you here to pass out on me."

I walk up the steps as quiet as possible. It sounds like this guy's date had a little too much to drink. I slowly open the door and as I do I notice the man kneeling on the couch trying to take off his date's panties. From what little of her I can see she seems to be trying to fight him off but just too drunk to achieve it.

"Hey get off of her!" I grab him by his jacket and throw him to the floor. "Get out of here before I call security!"

"This is none of your business!"

"She's barely conscious and I'm not going to let you take advantage of her!"

He tries to swing at me only for me to block him. When he tries to swing again I throw a punch landing it squarely in his nose. I know its broken judging by the now unnatural curve of it and amount of blood squirting out of it.

"You can't protect her forever!" With that he retreats out the door and down the stairs. I turn to make sure the young woman is ok. She seems to be unconscious but not injured. As I move her hair out of her face I freeze. I can't believe my eyes...It's her...

The brown haired angel from my dreams...