Okay so I wrote this as the scene in the book bugged me. So very ugh...really the entire series bugged me, yes, I read the whole damned thing but only after the movie was announced.

I forced myself to read all 3 and it was one of the more difficult things I have ever done. The story itself I don't mind. The writing is what really just...yeah.

Anyways, I felt this scene needed more emotion. It was just dialogue and terrible descriptive points which...didn't seem the capture the emotion that should have been within the scene.

In no way am I saying that I am the best writer there ever was but this is how I feel the scene should've played out.

Let me know your thoughts. I am curious.

I also know the irony that I am writing a fanfic for a fanfic. BAH!

Rahn xoxo

As the elevator drew to a stop at the penthouse my breath caught. All the confidence I had built up vanished with that last ding from the machine. When the doors opened I was presented with an empty foyer. Taylor's absence placing more fear in me than it should've.

Pushing myself forward, I stumble out of the elevator. Maybe those drinks had hit me a little harder than expected. Slowly I enter the main room, Christian's perfect form turning to the sound of my entrance. Confidence, Steele.

"She's here." His cold voice states as he instantly hangs up, throwing the phone onto a nearby couch. Blazing grey eyes scan my body and everything I had planned to say disappears as quickly as I'd downed that 2nd cosmo.

"Where the fuck have you been Anastasia." His voice severe as he takes me in. It doesn't evade me that he's angry - it's almost a constant state whenever I am around...well, at least lately. But he's angry at me?

After he demanded I leave him with his ex? After the fear and anxiety of being assaulted and he is angry with me? I look down, afraid my face will give away my thoughts. The sudden movement making me sway slightly.

I hear Christian take a step forward in the silent room, "Have you been drinking?"

"A bit" I blurt out; looking back to him with the most defiant smirk I could muster. "What's it matter to you Grey?"

"What's it matter?" His voice cracks, his rage getting the better of him. I move further into the vast room but keeping the large space between us, never breaking eye contact with Christian.

"I told you to come back here" Roughly, he runs a hand through his hair pulling at the nape of his neck in a feeble attempt to contain his rage.

"Well I decided to have a drink or three with Ethan whilst you saw to your ex" I stop, crossing my arms to glare at him. "I didn't know how long you'd be...attending to her." The words seeped of disdain as they left my mouth.

For the first time his eyes soften. His hand drops from his neck, "Why do you say it like that?" I hold my stance, not allowing the softness in his question break me. The alcohol had finally done its job and I wasn't going to back down. Tentatively Christian begins to move towards me and like our usual dance, I step back.

"Ana, what's wrong?" He stops, visibly looking more worried and defeated. I shrug and turn to look away from him. If I keep watching him, I'll break. I need to stay strong. I need him to know how he hurt me, how it felt to watch him with her. I cannot let his wounded child behaviour pierce the small amount of strength I'd built with vodka.

"Where's Leila?" My own voice shocks me. It was harsh as I state her name, though there was no mistaking the pain in the words.

"In a hospital in Fremont. What is it?" He says dismissively before once again I hear him move towards me but my feet are locked to the floor this time. Christians tone is so soft, almost inaudible as he comes to stand in front of me, "Ana, look at me. What is wrong?"

I feel his presence before I feel his touch on my arm. Instantly I shrug him off, dropping my arms to my side. When I finally look up to him, all I see is fear and hurt. Hurt which I put there with that simple action. I couldn't let his wounded demeanour distract me from the task I'd set myself.

Taking a tiny step back I force the words out, "I'm no good for you Christian" instantly I feel the tears upon my cheeks and regret that I'd even said it. I close my eyes tightly and breathe deep before looking back to him.

"What?" Christian looks at me in confusion as he breathes the word. I had never seen him be lost before, but in this moment I could honestly say he had no clue. Whether it was to the question or the situation, I wasn't sure but he didn't know what to do.

"I'm not what you need" I choke out, fisting my hands at my side in a way to move the pain and nervous energy somewhere. If I didn't move them, I'd probably run into my bedroom and hide. Waiting for this to blow over.

"You're everything I need" his answer came without a moment of pause as if it was a fact. I couldn't believe it.

I shot my gaze back to his face, "I saw you with her..."

"Why do you do this? This is not about you Anastasia. This is about her."

"No. No for once this is about me and I saw how you were together. I can never be that." My hands shot out towards him, pointing and waving around. "I can never be what you need me to be" I roughly wash my hands over my face, removing the many tears that had flooded my cheeks.

I once again feel Christian reach for me, his soft touch caressing my hands upon my face in an attempt to remove them. "No!" My voice harsher than it meant to be. I move further back, hitting the far wall.

"No Christian"

"You're...you're running?" His voice is a whisper as he looks to me. I turn away, my cheek resting on the cold wall. I relish its feel against my heated and wet skin, sobering me ever so slightly. As my silence penetrated the room, I could swear that it got larger.

"You can't." I shot my gaze back to Christian. He stood in the vast room and it was almost like looking at a small child. Suddenly his stance changed and he frantically looked around the colossal space, searching, reaching for...something. I couldn't place it but he changed instantly and didn't find. Whatever he looked for.

"You can't" he pleaded, his fists gripping at his pant legs, eyes held tightly shut. "No...No..."

I pushed off from the wall, "Christian...I just..." I just what? I didn't even know what I wanted anymore.

Seeing him with Leila had hurt me deeper than anything physical he'd inflicted upon my body. It cut at me like a razor, opening every insecure thought that I had ever possessed. I would never be able to provide him with the submissive woman he so desired, I'd never be able to obey every order he stated and I certainly couldn't be the beauty he seemed to be drawn to.

I looked to my hands, searching for the answers I so desperately required. In front of my I heard Christians breathing becoming more ragged.

"You can't go Ana. You can't. I love you!" Suddenly he fell forward, his hands smacking the wooden floor drawing me out of my destructive thoughts.

"Christian, I love you too but..." I was speechless. What had I done to him to insight this reaction? His hands had tangled into his hair again, tugging and pulling at it. "No...You...no..."

It was then it happened. Something I had never wanted to ever see. Christian looked up to me, his grey eyes wide and completely emotionless. Slowly his hands fell from his hair and ended on his thighs, fingers splayed out. With a final breath, he looked away from me. His gaze moving down to his hands and there he sat.

I was shocked. Not once had I ever seen this strong man bow down to anyone but I had managed to break him within a few minutes. I had brought him back to everything that he'd worked so hard to move away from.

Christian sat motionless in his submissive position. My body was a statue. Nothing could have prepared me for this.

"Christian?" I shakily asked, unsure if I should touch him or not. No. I couldn't, that would just confirm that this is what I wanted and it was certainly not what I wanted.

"Christian, please don't do this. I don't want this." Still he remains in the position, his breathing even and focused. His silence piercing my through my chest.

"Talk to me Christian. Why are you doing this?"

"What would you like me to say?" His voice bland, gaze fixated on his hands. For a minuscule moment I feel relief that he has spoken but instantly push it aside. In no way is that what I want him to say.

My tears begin to flow more rapidly as I reach forward him and pull back several times. I just want to hold him, to tell him that everything will be okay. That he doesn't need to present himself like this to me for my attention, touch or love. So often I forget how truly broken he is. The confidence he so regularly radiates lets me forget the constant pain and disdain he has for himself. How unworthy he believes he is of any form of love.

It was then I realised what I would have to do. Slowly I begin to sink to the floor in front of him, the cold wood hitting my knees and sending another sobering jolt through my body.

The thought of me being dominate to anyone is ridiculous. The thought of being a dominate to Christian is nauseating. Could never be that to him. I could never inflict what that woman had on him. It would only hurt me more than anything physical I put him through.

A shaking hand reaches for his face, turning it up from the floor, "Christian this is not what I want you to do." His eyes widen a fraction. Yes, I am getting through to him.

"I am not going to run from you. Ever. I am all of yours." My thumb gently strokes along his chin, lightly brushing his lower lip. "I just need some time to think. Everything that has happened has been..." I close my eyes searching for the right word. "It's been so overwhelming. Why do you always assume the worst in me?"

Well there you go. Let me know if you want more but I just needed to get this out of my system HAHA

Xoxo