Lost in the wilderness (FSOG)

by deaconlost

CG is outed from society and family: AS is hiding in the woods; afraid. Two scar-ed frighten and lonely people are thrown by fate into each others paths. How will they manage, not only their own demons, but family, friends and Enemies. Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain. they must forge a live. not only themselves but with everyone around them. AS is 19/CG is 23 24

1. Chapter 1 Expatriate Familian

Lost in the wilderness

note: Capital is loud: Bold Capital are shouts. Bold is harshly said. underline means real place or some one else words. italics means dream/remembering a earlier moment, direct quotes.

T-pov

Ding! Ding!

The elevator doors open, I rush to the foyer. No one was signaled up, and I was too late to check the CCTV. I smooth my t-shirt and sweatpants. The door opens to a piss-off DR. Grace Grey. Her nose is broken and she's racooned.

"Taylor! Get me a tall vodka. Tell Christian to get down here, dressed. And Send his submissive away. Her services will not be tolerated."

She marches into the great room, sits on the couch and stare daggers at me. I get her drink and rush upstairs. I take my backup key. I open the door, afraid at what I will see.

Grey is pounding the bitch over a padded table she's tied to. She screams in bliss. Grey stops, stares at me.

"your Mother is here pissed off! She says get your ass downstairs dressed and your submissive will not be tolerated, she needs to leave."

"What do you mean?" he looks at me stunned.

"your Mother is here pissed off! She says get your ass downstairs dressed and your submissive will not be tolerated, she needs to leave. She knows about this shit." I say sweeping my hand.

"Release her. Susannah our contract is over." He says rushing from the room. I release the pissed off bitch. I can't believe I've only been on the job two months. If Gail wasn't here I'd be gone, money or no money. I hustle the Bitch to her room, she dresses and grabs her stuff and flees. I enter to a screaming Dr. Grey.

"YES! I'm pissed off. Alice Waters broke my Nose in the ER and publicly berated me over your fuckup lifestyle."

"Who is Alice Water?"

"Alice Waters is a Coping Together client. Who caught her fourteen-year-old son in Eliana Lincoln dungeon. The police were called and Eliana scrapbook of victims was found. You are number twenty-two out of forty-eight bye the way. The police and Mrs. Waters believe Eliana assertions that you supported and encourage her evil shit. Your Father is right now sorting out that bullshit!"

"Mother I never knew there were others. She told me I was the only one. I'm sorry. Please?"

Dr. Grey walks to the elevator and press the button. Turning to her son. "I will schedule with your PA when, we allow you to participate in the family again." I watch him crumple to the ground. The Dr. coldly enters the Elevator and push the button. "MOM please?" Christian cries as the door closes.

Helping him up, he staggers to his office. I watch him call his father. Call declined. His brother; call declined. His grandparents; call declined. He dials one last number.

"Mia? Please talk to me? I'm sorry! Please don't throw me away?" he turns smashes the cell phone and the glass topped desk to pieces. I watch in horror as he pounds hole in the walls. The billionaire is deranged. I retreat to the security office.

I check a few minutes later, the office is quiet; but the upstairs is noisy. I creep up the stairs the dungeon is being wrecked. I see a chest of small drawer fly out the doorway and smash a hole thru opposite wall. Piece of sex toys, whips, parts of the chesterfield couch litter the hallway. I creep back down to my room to change into street cloths. I think Dr. Flynn has a rubber room for Grey

I hear the "Ding! Ding" as the Elevator arrives again.

Running out of my quarters; I watch Grey broken image as the doors close. Shit I run for the freight Elevator to stop him. I get to the Garage as the R8 tears out of the parking space, side swiping a wall as he leaves the parking area. Shit. I rush back upstairs to get keys and my cell. I need to call Barney and get the tracker going in the car, notify Roz the world has fallen apart.

c-pov

I race to the airfield. I open the hanger to my helicopter. I hook up the trolley to the R8 and drag the bird out of the hanger; ripping the bumper off the Audi. I check the fuel; it good. I pre-flight and start the helicopter up. I call the tower. Lie my ass off to take off. I've not yet soloed.

I launch into cold Saturday evening. I fly westward unsure of what I am doing. I drop to tree top and live out my fantasy of combat helicopter pilot. Swerving and skimming the tree tops. My last hooray?

Moonlight lite skies guide me thru surreal forest valley. I see the ocean fallen under the distance orange glow of the last dregs of sunlight. I swing over in a hard bank to dive nearly skiing the struts on the Chehalis River. I pass under a bridge; I think highway 107; the town north must be Montesano. Skim the river till I see the lights of the Central Park township. I bank hard north into the mountain forest. Gaining altitude as the mountains loom.

BOOM! BOOM!

The gauges die as the helicopter swing uncontrollable around in a dead spin. I've lost rudder and the engines. Both are dead, I can smell the fuel burning. I auto rotate into the forest. I see a creek, I try to get there to the open space.

BAM!

I am in the creek, upside down and the cockpit is filling with water. Is this my end at twenty-three years old. I have lost everything. I blackout as the water reaches my head.

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I wake on the rocky shore of a creek. I can see my copter still burning. I don't know how I got here. how I am alive. I try to move, by I can't. I can wiggle my toes and fingers so I think I'm ok. I strain turning my head to a large dog. Baring its teeth at me. I see a strange metal tag swing from its neck.

I wake to a cool drip of water on my forehead. I blink and look into the deepest blue eyes. Her face is half-hidden in the darkness of her hair. I feel her gentle touch. The fire from the helicopter still burns, although its low and almost gone.

I fade to the darkness.

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I wake in a hospital room, sterile and bleak. The monitors goes off as I see the surrounding. I fade back to blackness.

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I feel a gentle hand on my cheek. I wake to blue eyes; half of her face still hidden by her hair. She smiles and walks away, nurse and doctors rush in to check me out.

"Do you know your name?"

"Christian Grey"

"Do you know the date?"

"August."

"It's December. You've been in a coma for almost four months. Tomorrow is Christmas."

"We've notified your executor."

"The girl?" I ask. He looks at the nurse?

"We don't know, she just comes and sits with you sometimes. Maybe your security guy knows"

I let the room disappear, trying to put the piece back together. As the damage of my life returns to my mind. I struggle to get up. I pull the catheter out, and stagger weakly to the bathroom. Sitting on the shower seat. I let the water assault my skin and mind. The flash of my face in the mirror, a deep jagged scar tattoos my left cheek, another runs from right shoulder to my left short ribs. Frankenstein, I have become.

Staggering out, I check the closet. The clock says midnight. I have cloths, just a t-shirt and jeans. No sock, underwear or shoes. I dress, it seems to take a long time. I stagger down the hall. Away from the nurse station. I finally wander out into the bitter cold. I look around me; the sign of the Olympia General Hospital glares at me.

I look about the parking lot, its nearly empty. I head for the distance road. An ancient truck cruise up beside me. A large dog sneers at me thru the open window. The beast seems familiar, I stare at the metal discs hanging from his collar.

"What a ride Sailor?" sultry voiced blue-eyed siren smiles at me.

"yea." I fumble with the door and finally manage to climb into the truck, she hands me a thermos. Our hands touch, we drop the thermos as the electric surge thru us. We both stare stunned at our reaction. She picks up the thermos and hands it to me, the electric surge is still there.

I fumble drinking the chicken noodle soup. I feel better as the road lulls me to sleep.

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I wake to sun rays beams filtering thru the trees into my window. A bright shiny day, I struggle to sit up, where am I. who am I? really who am I? who do I what to be? The CEO? The DOM? The Pilot? The scared little boy? What do I want. Who is the real me?

I lay back down; watching the dust motes dance along the rays. Tiny floaters, soars, and flies along the golden ray. I feel her, slide into bed. Cuddle to me. I turn to innocent fearful blue eyes. leaning down I kiss her lips. Letting the world dissolve into heaven.

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She bits my lip, waking me. I look at her as she shimmy's out of bed, her face partial covered by her hair. I grab her hand; pulling her back to my body. I marvel at her feel. Her soft gentle hands stroke my chest. Making my heart soar with pleasures I've never thought about.

She's touching my chest! I should freeze, push her away. But I can't its like I'm connected and I can't bear to be apart. I shift her hair. She freezes!

I stare into blue eyes filling with pain and terror. I see the reason for the hair hiding half her face. The scarring is brutal. A terrible shredding and burning from near left her eye to her ear. I cup the scar, pulling her into my lips. Taking her fear and pain. Making the past fade into nothing.

Loving her; banishing the fear and pain into pleasure and bliss. Lips finding and healing her, healing me. We make out in the soft bed, with sun light rising higher in the window pane.

"Stop. We need to eat. I'll bring some food."

"ok, what's your name Angel?"

"Anna, just Anna." She says skipping out the door.

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She brings a tray of food, a hot thick stew and yeasty bread. Fruit cocktail and candy kisses. Sitting on the bed we eat, not talking. It's strange to be able to connect without words, without conscious thought. Looks, gestures make all our needs and desires plain as if we spoke.

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Day one: carrick-pov

I final get the stupid DA to listen to the evidence and not Eliana ranting. After video tapes of her talking about her pets is found. She finally shut up. Her attorney is handcuffed and taken away as one of her minions.

I am pissed and tired. Graces has gone over the edge, Elliot has driven her out to the farm. After her rage at Escala at Christian. She stopped at a bar down the street and proceed to power drink four-hundred dollars in liquor. Thank god she calls Elliot before starting. Elliot took her to the hospital where they pumped her stomach to limit alcohol poisoning. Now near midnight she on the way to her parents.

I look at my phone, only one call from Christian; hours ago. I head to the firm. Not looking forward to tomorrow. I finally around three am lay on my couch a fitfully sleep.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"yes?"

"Mr. Grey. Jason Taylor Christian CPO. Christian helicopter is down somewhere West of Tacoma. His status is unknown. The police plan a search in the morning."

"What our you saying? Why was he flying. Did he not get how serious this shit is?"

"Yes, I am aware of the shit he is in. An I understand your angry. But your son left Escala unhinged and is flying without a license. Everyone here believe the Copter is down intentional. So, when we find his remains, I'll be sure to notify your sorry ass. You people just made everything that troll bitch said come true. You can talk to Miss Bailey from now on." Slam! I stare at the phone. What does it all mean?

I lay back replaying the conversation. Christian flew his helicopter without a license? Intentional crashed? What the fu ##k did he mean; unhinged? What was Elaina telling him? Questions and more questions. I drift off into a fit full sleep.

Thomas my partners shakes my shoulder. He looks like shit. I bet I look worse.

"Christian was found on Bear Creek outside of Montesano, he's' in Olympia general. In a coma. What do you want done?"

"write up a transfer of executor to you. I can't handle everything right now. Hopefully he wakes soon. Call his COO Roz get thing settle till we can all sit down and work this family disaster out.

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December 24

I look at the family gathered around the great room of Grey Manor. This Christmas is depressing, we didn't even decorate the house or a tree. The cell phone in my hand. Thomas told me Christians' awake. How do we handle this? I know the kids have sneaked down to the hospital to see him. But Gracie's is still pissed and depressed. She quit the hospital and nearly drown in alcohol. I had to declare the house dry, a force her to therapy.

It seems to work to a point. I'm still not sure what her problem is. Christian sex life, publicly humiliation, the Lincoln betrayal. I just don't know.

"that was Thomas. Christian has woken up. what do you what to do?"

"We will go tomorrow a see him. If he refuses to listen to reason. I don't know how we can remain family" Grace says monotone and blank-eyed.

"Mom? please stop making lines in the sand. Ultimatum are not going to solve the problem and for the last time WE ARE NOT giving up on him. Family is family. Get your head out of your ass, MOM!" Elliott goes off on her.

"Elliott! I am the adult. You children will listen to me. why aren't you upset about all his lies and betrayals. About his beating women? How did we fail with you kids?" She looks blankly out the window. The words tainted with emotions belied by her blank face and unfocused eyes.

I watch Mia get up, taking her mother's hand, dragging her upstairs to bed. Her face tells it all. She's heartbroken over this. I turn back to Elliott.

"Dad we'll go down to see him tomorrow, all of us. Even if I have to carry mom! we are never throwing away Christian or any family. Let's go throw some pig iron in the gym." Elliot says broken over the stress. I nod and we head to pump weights and run on the track. A little later Mia joins us, without saying anything.

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Christmas morning.

I stare at the phone; stunned and confused. Christian walked out of the hospital last night. Sometime between eleven and four am. some how the nurses screwed up. I have to tell the kids, Gracie is nearly comatose. I dread the coming days. Has Christian continued his suicide attempt.

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Christmas day Taylor-pov

I watch the dawn, Gail holds me as we stand in the great room. The last four months have been terrible. Gail refuses to give up on Christian. His family has exiled him, his secrets are out. Lucky Roz has GEH in hand, after the initial loses. The company has recovered. I had Grey's destroyed dungeon removed; the now empty room stand in stark white paint and bare concrete floor.

Grey has escaped last night, how after four months in a coma; he physical could have done it. Where did he go. The police don't know. The last video at the hospital shows him leaving the parking lot. Then no other street cameras sees him. We suspect he was picked up.

"Jason, could the girl have picked him up."

"I don't know. Honestly, I don't know. We still haven't found out who she is."

"I pray they're together. She looks at him like he is her world."

"I know baby. I know. Hopefully he will call us." I say unsure or convinced, everything is still chaos.

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Christmas evening. C-pov

She helps me downstairs to a couch looking out over snowy fields. Nearby forest looks eerie and foreboding. The dog lays next to her his head on her lap. Christmas cartoons play on a small TV. I just let Anna sooth me, carry the day into evening. Laying my head on her breast. I listen to her heart beat. I listen to my future.

I wake to the smell of hot food. She helps me to the table. A beautiful handmade wood inlayed table. Steaming cast-iron Dutch oven of Corned beef and cabbage. "Chris it's my family tradition."

After dinner she helps me to the couch. We sit and watch more Christmas cartoons. She lays her head on my chest. My arms around her. I turn off the TV. "Time to get up and go to bed."

She helps me back upstairs and into the bathroom. "Strip; the shower chair is already in the bath."

I do as she said. And sit under the hot water. The curtain opens, a naked Anna enters and kneels. Washing me with a cloth and soap. She moves behind me and washes my hair. Later she towels dries me, we go to bed naked and just hold each other. It's been a very happy, a strange Christmas.

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Taylor-pov

I let the police search. I get lucky; a barber shop CCTV down the road near the freeway on-ramp shows a beat-up truck cruise by. The license plate is for a Honda Civic. The truck is like the one the girl drives. Still haven't got a good picture of her. She seems to know where ever camera in the hospital was, avoiding them.

Barney called at noon."T' man; found the beat-up truck existing Brenton rd. from highway 12 near Lake Aberdeen. The camera at the Aberdeen Hatchery show it heading north up Aberdeen Lake rd. That the same area where Grey's helicopter when down. I checked with the hatchery, the beat-up truck is a regular. Several people have cabins in and around Bear Creek and Van Winkle Creek."

"ok we will send some four-wheelers up there to spot them."

"I'd tread lightly Jason, people up there don't like strangers and even less police or anything that looks like police. They have guns, lots of guns"

"ok Barney thanks."

"Well? Roz, thoughts?"

"let him call us. See if we can id where he's at; without starting WWIII. But let him come to us."

"His family?"

"Fu #k his family. Till we know his mind and temperament. He's dealing with a lot of shit, not counting the company; the fact someone tried to kill him. Carrick refused the FAA packet on the crash. So F #K them"

"Ok. I hope we can find him, at least make sure he's ok." I worry. I know the kids have reached out to me and Roz. I've let Gail handle them. The parents are loss in the misery of the Lincolns'. Seem the two pedophiles were always working together to feed their habit. Con'ed Christian really good. Sowed the seed of mistrust, elitism and fear in both Christian and his parents.

They are screwing themselves with Christian and the other kids. Elliott's bisexuality has become public. Another nail in the social status of the parents. We will deal with them when Christian surfaces, I hope.

I head home to Escala and my woman. I feel bone tired. Who tried to kill Grey, and why didn't they try while he was in a coma? Who is the girl? and why is she hiding?

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December 26: house in the woods

"Anna. Please tell me?"

"You first."

"Ok. My birth mother was a crack whore who sold her body for drugs. Her pimp like to beat the crap out of me, burn me with cigarettes' and sell me to pervert. The scars on my chest are from the cigarettes''. I usually have haphophobia. People not even family can touch my chest or back. But you can."

"I'm so sorry, baby" she says cuddling into my arms, laying her head on my chest. Making the past fade away to just lost memories and thoughts. I hold her for a long time.

"Anna?"

"My birth father died the day after I was born. My mother remarried the first rich guy she met. My Dad 'Ray' was an officer in the Army, and pretty well off. I'm never been sure he loved her, I know he loved me. When I was ten; they divorced and she dragged me to Houston Texas. She met a man, they partied and drank, drugged. Generally, ignored me. When I was eleven they moved to Vegas, things got worse." She shutters, I hold her kissing her hair.

"when you're ready?"

"One night he came in my room and attacked me. I cut his face with broken water glass. When they got back from the hospital. He beat me into a coma. My mother told me I was out for close to four days. They just left me in the closet in my bedroom." She grabs a drink from the water bottle on the nightstand.

"After that I sleep with a knife, carried it everywhere. Then just short of my birthday; he jumped me. tried to rape me. I fought him off, he took a grill lighter to my face. Used my knife to cut me. He left to try again to get it up. I managed to run outside, down the street. Mostly naked. Till an old lady driving by, stopped me and took me to the hospital. They called Ray. He came a took me home to our house in Montesano."

I hold her as tears stain my face.

"When I was seventeen, they returned to Montesano. They crashed their car into Jose Sr. car, driving us into the river. Both cars when into the river. I can remember seeing my mother face as the cars filled with water. She was laughing at me as she died. Jose Sr. was dead on impact. Jose Jr. was all busted up. Dad was dying from a heart attack. He demanded; I save Jose. I managed to kick a window out and drag Jose to shore. I when back and dragged Dad and Jose Sr to shore. I thought about going back for mom. But her husband walked up and shot me in the chest. This scar is where the dog tags of Ray and Frank, my birth father hung on my neck. The little 25cal hit the tags at an angle and tore this scar over my right breast. Several bystanders grabbed him."

I kiss the scars and take her lips. I make sweet love to her. Making us forget the pain and horror. It's dark when we head downstairs for food. We eat in silence, letting the mood drift. Sitting on the couch, I hold her.

"Anna, is Three in jail?"

"No, he was declared incompetent and was in a mental hospital. A year ago, he escaped. That why the alarm, dog, and guns."

"I never connect with anybody till you. everyone looks at my scars. I hate people pitying me, staring at me, making me a victim."

"How did you find me?"

"fate maybe. I got cabin fever and grabbed my camping stuff; headed to bear creek to hide out, do a little painting. I heard a loud double explosion and saw your helio fall out of the sky."

"Helicopter. You pulled me out?"

"fine Heli-O-copter. Yes, I did and called the forest rangers on my sat phone. Not any good reception out here in the wilds." She giggles, tickling me.

"HAAAAAA! HAAA! STOP! YOUR GOING TO BE_ _" I never finish the words as she crawls up my body and makes me forget everything but our heat and passion. I carry her to our bed. Yes, our bed. This is my world. The reason I exist. NOT GEH, not family, just Anna.

I wake to SGT cold nose in my face, he' hungry. I get up and feed him. Setting the tea pot on, a sleepy Anna wanders in and kisses my back, hugging me.

"Anna teach me to shoot?"

"ok, after breakfast. Now move you're non-cooking Neanderthal body out of my way. Let the Lady of Woods work" I turn kissing her lips.

"If I wasn't starving from the workout last night, I would put your sweet ass on the counter and use my tongue to make you beg me to stop giving you so, so! Many orgasms!"

"After we eat, you can prove that statement. If you fail. Well just say that there is a lot of floors that need scrupling."

"Yes dear! A lot of floors to take you on, scrupling them sexed. "

"Why is everything in your head, Mr. CEO sex?'

"Because sexy lady of the woods. Your so sexy, sensual, edible, perfect for me. I can't help myself. I want to make you happy, satisfied and above all else? So, addicted to me you will never leave." she put a pan of drop biscuits in the stove.

"ok, you have ten minutes till I have to start the eggs, while the biscuits cook." She smirks hopping on the counter, letting her pajama bottoms stay on the floor. Well I am hungry.

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C-pov

We cuddle outside next to the fire-pit, wrapped in blankets, tomorrow is a new year. We watch the falling stars streak the star filled skies. Letting her purr in contentment. She nips my chest, sucking my nipple. Ouch! My abused equipment rebels at the blood rushing to fill it. she looks in to my eyes.

"tell me about why you were flying?"

"you know how to kill a hardon. Well lady of the woods are you sure?"

"Yes, after today we will never speak of it again. we will leave it in this year, and not the new one in two hours. So please?"

"I was out of control, horny teenager who couldn't be touched. The haphophobia drove me to drugs, alcohol and fighting. I eventually got caught steal Carrick's, my dad's whiskey. So as punishment they sent me to a family friend to do manual labor. They had just installed a pool and pavilion. So? I was tasked to move the extra dirty from the back yard to the side yard. Move all the debris to a dumpster in the driveway. The second day she stood in the kitchen window naked. Day three she brought me a ice tea, she kissed me, then got on her knees, sucked me off. She stood up and slapped me. 'good boys get sex; bad boys get beaten.'. over the next week the pattern continues till she brought me into her playroom, initialed me into BDSM as her submissive. Everyone was happy. I stopped the drugs, school, fighting. Got good grades. Parents were happy; I was getting sex. Beaten some. Taught me discipline. When I was nineteen I change from sub to Dom. She loaned me the money to start my company when my parents exiled and cut me off me for dropping out of Harvard. Till my mother confronted me I thought, stupidly thought I was the only one she abused. I wasn't, everyone abandoned me. I took the helicopter and let fate rule my live."

She cuddles to me. "Are you thru with her?"

"Yes. She a pedophile and did a lot of harm and damage to me, my family and a lot of other kids."

She kisses the tears falling down my face as reality slams me; what a fool I was. I let everyone rule and determine my life. Always trying to be what I was not and could never be. I lift her chin, looking into her soulful blue eyes. the reality of where I am right now. "you are what I want. Everything I need. With you I don't know how I could be any of the things I used to be. I don't know who I am?"

"Chris, you're my love. My boyfriend. Hopefully wife one day. You run a big company, make a lot of money. Give away a lot of money. You want to be fair, kind, respected, and loved. You are all those things. Look into my eyes? see the worship I have for you, not the face, or body. For the little boy inside of you. the man you are right know. No personas'. No airs. Just you. capsica?"

"Capsica. Our you going to deal with being the girlfriend, wife of a mega rich guy?"
"I don't know, I can get use to the materialism, the social bullshit. The sycophants and groupies; even your family. If and only if I have you in my loving arms. Capsica?"

"I capsica and raise you two capsica. Now relax and just watch the fire light flames flicker eerie shadow about the yard. Meteorites burning in the sky. And my lips wandering your attention to ardor vices. To new dreams for the new year, our new life. Maybe even a wedding in white on sun shone black-sand beach, hidden in tropical paradise. Or should we think a wedding in sun-basked wild flowered meadow high is mountain Verde. You choose? I will make my life's mission to please you, tease you, and come to think about TICKLE YOU!" I end the words, tickling my girl till we merge in blissful orgasmic bonding as the clock on the log stump retreats into New Year day.

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Jose-pov December 29

I knock on the door. I hear SGT grunting on the other side. I look around. The hidden cabin in the woods, Rays retirement house. Looks all rustic and innocent. You don't see the motion detectors, laser fencing. The wood sheathed steel doors. Bullet resistance windows. Or the at hand ready arsenal inside and around the outside. Now it's just Anna's prison. I hate she has retreated to this; I wish I could be more to help her overcome the grief and fear. I hear the bolts sliding.

My girl is smiling, that new! She seems calm and at peace. Maybe she' getting pass the evil that touch and destroyed her. "How's my sister?"

"I'm good Jose, your early?"

"Well I got a commission to film sunsets over the Bar (sand bar at the mouth of the river out-flowing into the Pacific Ocean) at the rivers mouth. So, I got your groceries, mail and four amazon packages. Here the first bag, I'll lug in the rest." I hand her the mail and one package. Heading back to the truck to get the rest.

I turn to tall copper head guy, shoe-less. "Shit! WHO ARE YOU!"

"Chris, you want help with the stuff or not?'

"sure?" I hand him a couple of bags of groceries. Who is this guy. I follow him into the house. Anna kisses him, I'm jealousy and elated. I wish I was kissing Adonis. But if he brings Anna out of her shell. I'm all for it. I hope he will help her escape the grief and fear that has made her a prisoner here, in her home.

After unloading the stuff, Anna hands me the outgoing mail and several handcrafted items for me to sell. To cover my fuel. "Anna walk me out."

"Anna about Chris?"

"We're together. That's all, right now. Ok?"

"He makes you happy, big sister. That all that's count. That's all Senior and Ray ever wanted for you."

"he does make me happy and safe. Tomorrow is unknown right now."

"you can't hide here forever. Lost in this Roman wilderness of pain. All the children are insane. Waiting for the summer rain" I sing to her

"Desperately in need of some stranger's hand; In this desperate land. He sets me free Jose."

I kiss my girl and head out, the cousin's I live with in Aberdeen will worry if I'm late to work at the roadhouse in Gray harbor. I play piano for the drunks, three nights a week.

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February 1

Taylor-pov

I stare at Christian like he's a ghost. He looks really good, calm and health. His face is a rare bright smile. His body relaxed, with his arm around the petite girl. I now know as Anastasia 'Anna' Rose Steele. We finally spotted them a week ago. Left a package on their porch. A sat-phone and letters from Roz, Gail, Mia and Elliott.

I walk up to him, he reaches out and hugs me. WOW freaking WOW. He looks happy.

"what's the plan. Mr. Grey?"

"First. Taylor its Christian. This is my fiancée Anna, the dog is SGT. We are going to Escala. Tomorrow Grey House. Possibly Grey Manor Sunday. My Siblings are allowed up, the parents no. questions?"

"Yes. But they will wait till a better time. As Roz explained in her letter. We still haven't discovered the threat that sabotaged your bird. I've up the security with Sawyer, the blonde guy and Parks the other."

"Ok, Parks can drive the truck, it has our luggage. We'll go in the SUV." He says. I nod. We walk to the SUV. He tosses Parks the keys. "M'lady" he hands the girl into the back seat and joins her. We head out down highway 12 for home. I watch them in the mirror, they're are all cuddle up and making out. ignoring us. I see the girl look at me. her left side is always covered, I haven't found the reason. Yet.

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2hr later:

We exist the elevator to Gail standing smiling. Even though it been less than four hour, I missed her.

"Welcome home. Christian. Anna. SGT. Snacks are laid on the kitchen island. Anna let me show you the master suite and let you fresh up. Gentlemen, I believe you have some security to talk about." She hustles the girl away.

I lead Grey into the security office to go over the evidence of his helicopter crash.

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Gail-pov

I show Anna and SGT a quick tour, she nearly swoons at the library. I can see the gentle soul she is. I read the file Welch and Barney had. Way too many missing pieces and blackout information. It's almost as if the girl existed on paper only.

"This is the master bedroom, while you freshen up; I'll sort out the clothes.?"

"Only the hard-sided items, leave the two soft side cases untouched. I'll need my kit." She takes the two-soft side bags and places them on the chair next to the window. SGT lays down next to them. She takes the small makeup case into the bathroom. I quickly sort, hang and put away the cloths. She has only a few items. I know Christian will have a wardrobe sent over from Niemen very soon.

She walks out of the bathroom, with her hair on the right side clipped back and her left side clipped forward. Shielding her left side. I know something is up with that. I should be patient. Let the girl come to me. but it's not my style.

I hug her and whisper "it's alright, you don't have to hide from me". pulling back, I move the hair. Her eyes are locked on my face. I see the burns, the scars. I kiss them to make them better. She cries in my arms. I let her vent and release. Such a beautiful person can't be defined by the evil someone inflicts on them. If I ever find the evil shit, I will cut him so bad, he will beg for me to use a rust-dull knife to cut his throat. The Kipling quote about Afghan hills pops to mind.

"Anna, anytime you need me, just call. You're such a special and precious person. Now let's clean up and feed the men before they Rampage thru our kitchen; or worse Jason orders that god-awful food from the worse afghan restaurant on the West Coast. I keep telling him Kabul Afghan Cuisine is the bests, but he insists Kabul Joes near the University is. I have to take Pepto even thinking about the grease inedible food they serve."

"I like Zeitoon Grill House in Kirkland. It was my dad's favorite. Senior liked D'lara Mediterranean Grill on 312st in Tacoma."

"Senior?"

"Oh. After I moved back in with my Dad, Ray; we moved in with his buddy from the Army; Jose Sr. and his son Jose Jr... Senior wife Marie was dying from cancer. She dies four years ago. The dad's died nearly two years ago. So, it's just me and Jose Jr."

"I'm sorry for your loss. Anything I should know?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sure Chris is telling Jason. That Jose will be visiting. I want him to have a room here just for him. He's finishing up his senior year in high school before going to college here in Seattle."

"Did you need to finish school?"

"No, I take online classes. I'm a college sophomore technically." She bluish and mummers. I hug her as we enter the maelstrom of my rapidly dirtying kitchen. Men are such pigs when food is about without the temperance of female company. Hell, I've caught Jason on more than one occasion spiting sunflower husk on my clean floors. "Men!" Anna giggles and nods. I like her giggle. Makes me all motherly.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

After dinner they retire to the great room, Anna has a book. While Christian reads emails from his laptop. They look so at peace and relaxed. I hate the family will bring strife and problems. I walk into my apartment, take Jason hand. Interrupting his playing spades with Luke. Taking him to my bed. We may get to sleep around three am. The clock next to my bed says 10:30. I kiss him silly and me breathless. It's been a good day.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Grey house:

Roz-pov

Today Christian returns to work. He spent last night getting caught up on email, and status. He ordered a desk and office for his girlfriend. I wonder how that will go. Having her here.

"Ding!"

I turn to the elevator as Christian in his trademark suit is escorting in a petite long brown-haired girl in a simple blue MIUSOL Women's Vintage Polo Neck dress from Walmart. She's pair the blue dress with Converse Chuck Taylor All Star Lift. She screams coed, poor, and unaware. Andrea is nearly panicked at all this. The secretaries are going to tear her apart.

"Roz, my number 2 and COO. Andrea my PA. and Deborah her assistant. This is Miss. Steele: my Fiancée!"

We make our manners, she has left half of her hair pinned forward hiding that side of her face. I wonder why. He shows her his office, her office, the restroom, and the break room. Barney has a laptop set up for her. I wonder what exactly her job is?

One hour later:

"Christian, meeting in room 4. Department heads. Update and status."

"Ok be there in a minute."

I take my seat in conference room 4, looking at others shuffle in. Christian is usually first in here. I bet he stop to see his girlfriend. I'm shocked when they both walk in. he heads to his seat. Looking at Barney on his left. "Everyone on the left side of the table shift down one seat." Everyone shifts to give the girl a seat. He hands her down and kisses her neck. Very public and open. O'boy is this going to a bad day.

Within ten minutes Christian is screaming at the Telecommunication manufacturing department head; when the girl, reaches out and touch's his arm. The screaming stops and calm, focused Christian maps out what he wants done to fix the issues.

The meeting continues like that, ever time Christian get going; the girl pulls him back to sanity. The meeting was scheduled for two hours. We are done in one. I watch them wander back to her offices. Young love, I wonder if I can clone her. Christian is back on track to be a mega billionaire before he is twenty-five.

Near four o'clock I stop to check on Andre, Barney is there stalking her. I hope she give in and lets the super Geek date her.

"Hey guys what's up?"

"Well Deborah is working in the mail room. She mouthed off in front of Miss Steele. Who informed me to get her off the floor or join her in the unemployment office. She didn't even ask Grey to do it. she just stood there and told me, cold and mean. I ask Grey and he told me never question Miss Steele authority ever again. What she says goes."

"Wow, she didn't seem that aggressive?"

"That the only time, the whole rest of the day she's been a model on manners and helpfulness. Even running papers down to finance for me."

"She spends her online time working on some college course between sitting in meetings with Grey." Barney says.

"does he have a moment Andrea?"

"Yes, he has the Taiwan call in twenty-minutes." Andrea says, I walk to his door, knock and enter.

"Christian any questions so far?"

"I sent you an email about five minutes ago. Let me shoot it to the printer."

"don't, I'll deal with it in minute. What is Miss Steele job here, authority?"

"She is my fiancée, my better half. Her job is to keep me level and on track. her authority is second only to me. your now third. Is that clear?" He is the cold, merciless Christian I know. He is under the girl's spell, pussy does that to guys, and some girls too. I think about the fierce little blonde from the club last week. Gwen, the college coed finishing her masters. I shake the thought and get back to brass tacks.

"I'm third uh?"

"Yes, is it a problem?"

"your going to let her make business decisions?"

"No, she doesn't do that. she will make any personnel changes that upset me, harasses me, or her. Her job is to support me. Just me. not GEH. Not anyone else. Once you get the stick out of your ass ROZ. You'll find Anna a delightful and charming person. Very quiet and unassuming."

"So? you want me to make friends with your girlfriend, not afraid I'll turn her to the home team?"

"GO for IT! be prepared to get your face slapped. She may even kick you where your pseudo Big Brass Balls are. I'm told it doesn't hurt like guys, but it's still painful." He laughs at me. my temper flares.

"Roz, try to make peace with her, get Andrea and the rest to try. Please? You all will be surprised by the person you find under her stoic facade." He says again so honest and earnestly.

"Ok I'll try. Get the other to try. If for no other reason you seem to need her here."

"yes Roz. I need her here. I'm still dealing with all the PR and family shit from my former sex life, style. A no I don't anymore and she's never done the BDSM stuff. So please stop the rumors, before I have to fire people."

I nod and head out. Andrea is busy on the phone and Barney has headed back down to IT nerdvana. I need some coffee. I wave away my new PA Howard, he just returned from the file room. I wander into he kitchen. The girl is there.

"Miss Steele?" she turns so that her left side is shield from me.

"Miss Bailey"

"I think we got off on the wrong foot this morning. Please call me Roz."

"Alright Roz. I would like to start over. But that isn't possible. So. for now you can call me Miss Steele" she says walking out, I throw my breakable coffee cup across the room. Christian Grey you make me want to beat the crap out of your girlfriend. I stomp out and go home to pout.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Club Z Seattle downtown district.

I dance my anger and fears away. How the little coed has gotten my goat. I should have gone to the heavy metal club to hit the pit and smash some faces. I need another drink. I step up to the bar. "Tess a double Oban with ice"

"Tess get her a large water. Cancel the Oban." The sexist voice behind me says. I want my drink! I turn to the Nosy Nellie. Shit its her. The goddesses. She takes the water and my hand and guides me to a dark, corner lounge. She sits on my lap, feeding me the water and her lips.

Later::

I lay in bed sated and at peace. She is everything I want and need. I should be happy but the brat pops into my mind.

"Rose? What is wrong?" sexy blonde asks.

"it just the bosses new girlfriend jacked me today. I tried to be nice to her. And she spat in my face."

"bullshit. You acted the bitch, she gave it right back. Your hurt she didn't kowtow to you. Admit it Rose"

"What do you mean?"

"You remember last week at Z. I wouldn't even talk to you."

"Yea?"

"because you weren't genuine. You were bitchy, bossy and conceded. You treated me like a junior executive, you talked to me like I was a peon, I should be grateful you lower yourself to talk to me. I get it: in the man-centric business world it works. But on a personal level it doesn't with people who have no interest in working with you or for you. I have my career and its no where near compatible with yours. I could date you, marry you even. But never work for or with you"

"You could marry me? really? I would like to date you, just us?"

"I'm monogamous, my last two girlfriends cheated on me. Your rep as the one-night queen is not helping you case. If we do this, and I mean if we do. I'm the butch; your girl. got it?" Gwen is all serious

"I've never been the bottom?"

"I'm no asking you to be, I want the real you, and I know it not the bossy, bitch persona you make out to be. My house my rules." Gwen smirks at me. I so want those lips on mine.

"Even if it's my penthouse?" I smirk back

"HAAA! HAAAA! Stop! I surrender!" I squeal as she tickles me into submission. It's dawn before we wake. I marvel at her calm, peaceful expression.

XXXXXXX

Gwen walks me to my office, after a brief make out session against my desk. I walk her to the elevator, it opens to reveal Christian and Miss Steele.

"You must be Christian and you Miss gorgeous must be Anna. I'm Gwen Moore, Rose's girlfriend. I'll call later in the week and we can do lunch, gossip about these two. Got to go, have one last class to finish my master degree in commercial art. Rose behave. You too Christian." She hugs Anna and shakes Christian hand. And kisses me like in the movies. I stand there staring at the closing elevator door. What a woman.

I turn around to see my audience is still there. I smile at them. Christian chuckles. "Roz. Please call me Anna" says smiling Miss Steele. I see her for the first time, her simple dress, sneakers and calm gentle ways. She not my competition. "Ok. Anna. Not gossiping about me, as for Christian; tell Gwen all the good juice dirt"

"Anna don't you dare" Christian looks all worried.

"Well it depends on what juice dirt Gwen has to tell me. After all it's a tit-for tat kind of 'girlfriend' thing" I laugh: we all laughing heading to our separate offices.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Elliott-pov

The rain falls along the street like curtains on a clothesline. Sheets of water walk and pulse down the street. I know my reputation as a man-whore, few realize I'm bi. I always got the hots for girls and guys. I find the current club scene boring. So, I head out to go home to my new place in Kirkland. The Parents are driving me crazy. They can't seem to get their shit together. The family is breaking apart.

Shit I just sprayed a kid walking on the sidewalk. I stop and back up. I roll down the Window. "Sorry didn't see you, man"

I startle awake on my truck's bench seat. My jaw hurts. I look at the Hispanic shit, nearly buff like me, laughing at me. I sit back up and punch; he's staggering back across the sidewalk. Taking off the seat-belt, I step out of the truck.

I sit in the rain, working my jaw. My t-shirt is mostly gone. the kids' shirt is mostly gone. his hard body, hardens me. I want to kiss him. He leans over. And kisses me. I melt onto my back, bring him with me. making out on a dark rain-soaked street corner. We rise and head to my house. This guy is so frigging hot, I let him lean into me, as we drive thru the rain.

Arriving at my house in Kirkland, "what's your name?"

"What's yours?'

"Elliott."

"Jose"

"Jose come in and let me make love to you."

"ok"

Xxxxxx

Dawn breaks thru the windows, I feel Jose snoring softly in my chest. Last night I realized this is all I was ever looking for. I've fallen so in love. But I need to get some work done, before going over to Christian to meet the girl. To see if; Mia and I can repair out relationship.

I walk in to my bed room. "Smack" he jumps "Yelp, hey man. Its to early. Man wake me later."

"smack; up Jose I have to get some work done, it's nearly noon."

"Shit! I'm late for lunch." He jumps up and rushes too get dressed. "Elliott can you drop downtown at my sister's place?"

"Sure man. What the address?"

"Penthouse in Escala. Its near_"

"Your Anna's brother?"

"yea?"

"Wow! Man, I'm Christian brother."

"OMG! Were dating brothers. This is so cool!"

"yea I think?"

"Elliott don't be like that. we have something special. I want more, don't you?"

"Yea I want more, I want tomorrow with you. but Their shit is going to complicate this. But I want to try"

"So, do I, but I have three months left in high school."

"Shit! How old are you?"

"Eighteen. To your twenty-five. Old man. I'm to buff to be a twink, and you're too sweet to be a bear. SO, baby, let's get dress, I believe we are both late for lunch."