Fifty Shades of Strange

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dr. Strange or Fifty Shades. They both belong to their rightful owners. I only own my OC Ariella, her mother, and brother. Well, her brother won't be an OC now that I think about it. I do appreciate constructive criticism. So please enjoy the story.

I rolled around in my bed. My dream was confusing me. It showed me visions of a man I should know... But then... I don't. I can hear his voice too. It sounded kinda arrogant. I woke up and wonder why these dreams kept haunting me. Are they trying to tell me something? Is it a premonition? I wasn't sure, but soon I hear someone calling me from downstairs. It was my foster brother Brian.

"Ari! Katherine Kavanaugh's on the phone for you!"

I groaned and got out of bed. I had only gotten back from a tour and now Kate decides to bug me? I sighed inwardly and made my way downstairs to the phone.

I sighed into the receiver, "Yeah, Kate?"

"Hey Ariel, how are you?"

Her voice sounds like she has the flu. I immediately felt bad for her.

I then say, "Good, came home from touring last night. It was a riot. And I do mean a literal riot."

It was true. When I sang my song Heaven Knows the one night, a mosh pit formed and a few people got seriously hurt. I was drawn from the memory, thankfully, when Kate spoke.

"That sounds awful. Was anyone hurt?"

"Yeah, one guy broke his leg. Another an arm and another guy both."

"Yikes... Anyways... I'm calling to ask for a favor. I know you're exhausted from tour and whatnot, but this is important."

I would do anything for Kate. If her best friend and my other friend Anastasia Steele wasn't able to that is.

"Sure, what's the favor?"

At first, she says nothing, probably because she thinks I'm nuts for wanting to jump onto a task right after I come home from being on the road.

"Kate trust me, I don't care if I'm exhausted. I'm actually not all that tired anyways, to be honest. What's the favor? Come on, tell."

"I need you to do an interview for me. I mean... I need you to interview someone for me."

It was my turn to freeze. 'Me? Interview someone?' I haven't interviewed anyone since the day I met legendary rocker Ace Frehley. That was just a meet and greet in high school. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea. What if I mess up? I'll be honest with her and tell her that I wasn't that much of an interviewer. If anything, I was the interviewee.

"Kate, I hate to say it, but I am not exactly one who does interviews. The only time I ever really did one was when I met Ace Frehley in high school. And that interview was for a school project."

"Please Ariella," Kate begged, "I know you're used to being interviewed and all, but this is really important."

I sighed inwardly, 'How and why is this so important?' I asked myself, I press her for more information.

"It's for the student newspaper. The graduation issue."

I facepalmed myself, 'How did I not remember that?' I mentally screamed at myself. I remembered that she told me that just last night. I must've been so tired that it slipped my mind.

I sighed and then asked, "Can't Ana do it?"

"She has to work. Oh please, Ariella?"

Kate's begging is enough for me to give in.

"Fine, but you owe me big."

"Thanks, Ariella, I promise I'll repay you soon."

I sighed and hung up the phone. I then made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I got dressed in some jeans, a purple lace top, black boots, and a black blazer. I then pulled my hair into a ponytail and curled it. I quickly grabbed my black motorcycle helmet that has purple flames and snatched my motorcycle keys. I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I walked out the door. I straddle my Harley and rev the engine before heading to Kate and Ana's apartment. I sighed as I drove out of Seattle and into Vancouver which is about a two-hour ride. But, with my Harley and the help of back-roads, I got there in under an hour. I pulled up outside of the apartment, kicked down the kickstand, and shut off my bike. I looked in the mirror of my motorcycle and checked to make sure my hair is okay.

I then head up the steps to say hi to Anastasia as she comes out and goes to her VW Beetle. I then walked in to say hey to Kate who is huddled on the couch. I cringed inwardly at the view of her pajamas. Bright pink with way too many rabbits.

"Hey, Kate."

She looked up at me. Even though she looks terrible she still looks amazing. I will never understand that.

"Hey, Ari. Thanks so much for coming." she wheezed, "You're a true lifesaver."

I laughed, then again I feel like it's true.

"So I think you have something to give me... To help with the interview I mean."

'How in the Sam hell did I know that', you ask? Well, I'm actually a mutant. A very powerful one at that, according to Charles Xavier. But, that I can explain more about later.

"Actually yes. I wrote the questions on index cards so that you had them." She explained, "You're interviewing the CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. He'll be handing the degrees out at graduation."

Well, this is certainly news, though I could see it in her mind. I am a telepath and apparently some kind of sorceress. Xavier said that I was the daughter of the next Sorcerer Supreme.. whatever the fuck that meant. I looked through some of the questions and then put them neatly in my backpack.

"I better go, I don't think you want me to be late."

Kate shook her head, "No, I don't want you to be late. Please be careful with your abilities. Who knows what'll happen if he figures out what you are."

"I don't plan on telling or showing him anything."

I was thankful that only a handful of people knew what I was. Kate and Ana being two of that handful. I then walk out of the apartment, pull on my helmet, and drove off again. As I rode back to Seattle, I knew that I would have to go to downtown Seattle to find the place.

'This'll be easy," I arrogantly tell myself, "All you have to do is interview this guy, take down his answers, and then get out of there after it's over."

I knew full well that it wasn't going to be that simple. What if this guy was in his nineties, or worse, his mid-thirties. I really should've asked Kate for some kind of biography. Even if it was a brief one.

'You could've used your telepathic ability find that out yourself.' My subconscious says rudely, and I aggressively stamped her down.

I swore to never use my powers, especially my telepathy unless I was given express permission or unless I really needed to. But then, there are times I do use my powers just to show off. I sighed as I gunned the engine and shot down the road to Seattle. I just hope that this blasted interview goes by fast. After awhile, I finally arrived in downtown Seattle. I have been out here before since the studio I record at is out here. Which happens to be Electrokitty Studios. I drove through the streets looking for Grey Enterprise. I finally see it, and boy is it a tall building. I sighed and took off my helmet. I grabbed my backpack from the storage box and replaced it with my helmet. I then walked up to the doors that have Grey House written on them. I shook my head then strode in.

I walked up to the white sandstone desk where a young blonde woman, about twenty-six, sat. I clear my throat to make my presence known.

'Arrogant bitch.' My subconscious admonished me while rolling her eyes. I only ignored her, and continue to plan my dialogue. The blonde looked up at me while giving me a polite smile.

"Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Grey. Ariella Haner for Katherine Kavanaugh."

"Just a moment Miss..." She freezes mid-sentence, and her eyes meet mine.

'Oh no,' I think to myself, 'not this. Anything but this.'

"Haner? As in... The singer Aries Haner?" she grinned.

I try not to roll my eyes which, by some miracle, I succeeded. It's always the same thing when I make an appointment somewhere or if I'm just out on the town. Someone always asks me if I'm that pop/rock star, Aries Haner. And my answer is always the same:

"Yes, that would be me."

"You look different than you do on stage, though." she pointed out.

I groaned inwardly, but she does have a point that I do look different than what I do on stage. However, I don't like wearing my stage wardrobe everywhere. Especially my stage makeup. No, I don't dye my hair funky colors unless I'm on the road or if the mood strikes me and I definitely don't wear my corsets or anything like that since they're a part of my stage wardrobe.

"Yeah, I do dress a lot more differently than I do on stage. But, I just like to be myself in public. Not my alter ego, by any means. Well, if that's what you want to call it."

I consider Aries my alter ego even though it's a nickname of mine. The difference between me and Aries is that she dyes her hair funky colors. Ariella doesn't unless the mood strikes her or if she's on the road.

"Well, Miss Kavanaugh is expected. But, if you could just sign here, I can get you a Visitor pass."

She passes me a clipboard for me to sign. I then recognized her accent.

"Are you from Jersey?" I asked.

She looked at me and nods, "I'm from there yes. I needed a better job than a barmaid. So, I moved to Seattle and applied here."

I nodded, I wish it were that easy for me. But, it's not. I loved singing, dancing, and performing for hundreds sometimes even thousands of people. It was always my dream to do that. I finish signing my name and passed the clipboard back to her. She then hands me a pass with Visitor harshly stamped on the front. I took it and clipped it to the bottom hem of my blazer.

"You'll want to go down this hallway to the last elevator on the right. Just press for the twentieth floor."

The directions were quite easy to follow. So, I walked down the hall, found the elevator I want, stepped inside, and waited as the elevator swiftly carried me to my destination.

'Well, here goes... Everything.' I think to myself.