Usual disclaimers, I do not own the rights to the fifty shades branding or the work of EL James it remains solely hers…

This is my version of fifty shades and no, not all the characters are here, some are some new some have different careers and yes even sexual preferences are not the same, shock horror this is not fifty shades of grey… If you want fifty read the books again... Yes, he's still fifty shades, but the twist is Ana isn't the same…

It was a short one last time to introduce Ray to the story, this one is going to be longer…

CHAPTER 6:

Ana's Story:

"Where do I begin?" Ray looked lost as he sipped the fine scotch I'd poured him. "We will need the bottle; this will be a long night. She will sleep, the pills they do that to her!" What had I got to do with all this, was my only concern I hadn't seen Ana since they moved out over fourteen years ago, about four perhaps five months after her Grandma passed away? "When Dad died, she was the one who found you a Christian, she came running in to get me she said you'd hit her Pappy and killed him."

"I what? No… He..."

"He died when his heart packed in, but Ana she didn't see it that way, all she saw was you rocking her grandfather and begging him to wake up and not leave you. That girl idolised him, she sat for hours watching him work, hiding out on the wood shelf, she was slightly in love with the boy who monopolised her Pappy too, when she saw your car pull up from college, she would run out back and hide out, she knew you'd be out there as soon as you'd changed. She has fallen asleep in the workshop so many times I lost count. Did you never see her?"

"No, I was oblivious to everything once I got in there. I just loved the feel of the boat under my hands, the smell of the wood and the chats Grandpa Ray and I had. Really, she loved me? Shit, I just thought she was a little shy ten-year old. I was way too old for the lovely Annie. She always said she didn't like me a lot, you know for stealing her Grandpa, then one day she sort of freaked out at me and said I was a bad man in my tree house, that confused the hell out of me?"

"She was envious you took her place on the boat build, then she got herself a little crush on the strapping lad talking to her Pappy; a ten-year old heart is easily broken when they see their crush with another girl, can we leave it at that?" I nod and I'm even more confused! "So that was the first thing that made Annie unhappy, losing her Pappy, then her Grams died, and she was left with weary old me! Then she lost the shipyard, it was too big for me, I just wanted small jobs, so I sold it, along next door and moved to Portland. The day we moved out she wanted to put the Anastasia-Rose on the trailer and bring her with us; I had to explain that Pappy had left it to you, to keep you calm and focused. Did it keep you focused Christian?" I hang my head in shame.

"No. I hated it not having him there, my father tried to help me sand, Grandfather Trevelyan tried, but they just weren't Grandpa Ray. I lost more than you know when he died, he was my best friend, my guidance counsellor and my sounding block, he was the only one in fifteen years that stopped and saw me. He didn't analyse didn't tell me I needed to see someone, he just found something for my mind to do, giving me something I could control." I take another sip of the whiskey and top up our glasses. "I should have carried on building it; because I acted up again, carry on please I still miss him you know?" Ray nods.

"So does Annie. Anyway, we get to Portland and we were there, oh, about four years living the good life. Annie was doing great at school. Then one day we came home from a dinner, to find her mother on the porch waiting for us, she was a mess. I made the biggest mistake of my life and let her stay, just until she got herself sorted. I still did the parenting and Annie never spoke to her mom ever again. I went to pick her up from school and they said her mother had picked her up. I asked for details and for the footage of the cameras outside school and it showed she had taken her, Carla and husband number four I think, a fucker called Jack Hyde a small time drug dealer and pimp to Carla I think?

I used my contacts and we found them three weeks later, but I was just too late, because he or someone had molested her. She wouldn't let anyone get close to her like that, but the nurse was a kindly older woman and she coaxed her into having the tests, they found out someone, whilst she was in their care had committed an assault on her, either them or by someone they knew and she had been left a mess. She's had counselling for years to help her try to get some help dealing with it. Then when she was a junior in high school, I might add she was a 4.0 straight A student. She really likes her book work and numbers. I'm getting off of the story here! Then the pictures her friend Jose had entered into a competition, won him a chunk of change for college and it got Annie noticed, by a top New York model agency and well she did the research crunched the numbers and signed with Evoke Models in New York, she was safe, I made sure if I wasn't there, she had a chaperone and a teacher with her at all times, she did well in her schooling and modelling, I was and am proud of all she has done Christian. The cameras love her, but after five years she'd had enough, she decided to finish her degree and come here, she's lived in Paris, New York and Japan, my little girl has made some really pretty pictures. Then she went to Washington State University, with her friends Kate and Jose. She still did the modelling in between; she said she had to pay the bills somehow, she had made her fortune by the time she was twenty. Then she met someone who changed her life, a model on a photo shoot and she said it was perfect and he was lovely and it was like she had known him all her life." I already hated him, and I hadn't heard the rest, damn I see a red mist, why?

"She had flown to Japan for a photo shoot where she met this male model, called Tristan Paul, he was a nasty, petty and a vain man, he was possessive of her, to the point in lets just say those two weeks were the worst weeks of her life. He managed to get under her skin like no other, unfortunately he was into some really dark shit too, and he beat my girl with a belt and tied her to a bed when she had said no to having sex with him, she had said it one too many times and he passed waiting. Had Jose not been there with her I am pretty sure he would have killed her, Jose and her ran that night and came home. He hounded her and made her life a living hell for two years, she filed a restraining order, and he broke it more than once, she did everything she could to distance herself from him, but he followed her. She said he lived in a big place here in Seattle and she saw him, it freaked her out I can tell you, she stayed close to campus and her friends watched her back, but she said she would see him running in the parks, and she said he was following her. So she bought herself an apartment, a secure one with security, over in the Pike district? She went a little strange after she gained her Masters degrees, I think she pushed herself too hard, but she did well with those words she loves straight A's and a 4.0." I poured him and I another, this wasn't touching the sides.

"If truth be told I should have put my foot down and told her to come home, but she's headstrong and you just cannot tell her what to do, she hates being told no and it never works." I laughed. "Anyway, she set herself up in her penthouse and drew and painted, she invested her money wisely and still did the modelling, but only with Jose, apparently the boys a genius? She loved it, but hated the sneaking around. Somewhere her mind blared the boundaries between fact and her perceived take on reality, she went a little stir crazy if truth be told! Her friend Kate and Jose would take her out and she'd see him everywhere, then Jose got offered the year in Europe, based out of Paris, I believe Mia was there with her?" I nod again.

"Well, whilst she was there, she thought she saw Tristan, only nobody else had seen him. Her paranoia sets in and her friends begin to worry about her mental health and for her safety. She did two or three jobs there, but on their last job in Italy, he turned up in her hotel room, and I… I… Toilet I need the…" I pointed to the restroom and waited. Ray looked pale and for a weather-beaten guy that was some mean feat.

"He assaulted her Christian, he hurt her and he marked her, but far worse than that he impregnated her."

"I'll kill him..." Where did that come from?

"Already sorted Christian, he's not a problem. He was stupid enough to untie her, and she fought back, she hit him with something as he came in for the kill and she turned the tables on him, and the glass-paper weight she'd picked up and used, crushed his skull. Jose found her later shaking and badly beaten. The Italian Police were great, and kept it quiet. She flew back and came to stop at home. When she went to the doctors not feeling great, she found out she was…" I put my hand up I knew. "She screamed and cried a lot. Some weeks later, she was fourteen weeks pregnant, she was signing papers for its adoption with a nice couple here in Seattle, then she asked to New York for a meeting with the modelling agency, they wanted to offer her some big modelling contract and she went to discuss it, I was unable to go with her, work and crap got in the way. Whilst she was there she saw a man she recognised in the elevator, whilst she was going up to her agency on the escalator, she isn't a lover of small spaces, so luckily she wasn't in the damn car with him! However, she still freaked when she saw the man she thought she had killed walking around without a care in the world, she had a panic attack and fainted, she fell down the thing top to bottom she bled heavily and they had no choice but to rush her into the theatre, where she lost the little girl she was having." Fucking hell. "I calmed her down when I got there and showed her the proof she needed, death certificates, photos of the funeral, and she realised she was mistaken. She got over the loss of the baby, as she said it may have been her baby too, but she hated it and him. She was on the medication for a couple of months and it kicked in, then Jose needed her in Paris about two months ago, she was staying in her flat there, and was on her way to see Mia and Jose when she saw him again, but this time she took photos lots of photos."

"Could the police not catch the fucker, had he faked his death?" I slugged the warm whiskey down my neck and sobbed that poor girl. I poured more into our glasses and grabbed the food from room service I had ordered earlier, I figured Ana would be hungry and Ray too.

"Christian the man was dead, as in cremated dead?"

"So who was following her?" He smiled.

"You!"

"Fuck, I swear I had not met Ana until that damn photo shoot yesterday! I was in Paris because Mia was acting up again, and I had Taylor with me all the time. I was in my offices in New York too, I had reports of a woman being rushed to the hospital, I sent flowers to her hospital and a fucking gift basket because someone had told me she had just fainted. She was in my building Ray, her agency rent the tenth floor from us. Fuck, I swear I always have Taylor with me or Sawyer, fucking hell have you got these photos?"

"That's the disturbing thing, I never go in her room at home it's a guy thing! I had to rush to New York and she needed girl stuff, so I went in and if you think going in her purse was bad enough try touching her panties. I felt like a dirty old man, she is my daughter and I felt like I was, you know, going to hell in a handcart!" I laughed.

"I don't want to imagine that Ray, ever!"

"Well, I opened the closet for the big stuff and got the fucking shock of my life, there were box upon box of paperwork and photos of you and I'm sorry about this, but most of your movements for the past two maybe three years are there in those boxes. She thought you were Tristan! Here, see what I mean. Pass me that laptop over by your side Son, she keeps the photos as backups, they are all on here."

He tapped away on the keyboard and I sat as he perched his glasses on the bridge of his nose and uploaded a file of everything he found in the boxes. He passed me the laptop and I looked at the stuff and he was right, it was me, fuck me from Sunday she has me pictured with the subs in a few too, fuck me she needs help. I call Flynn and he's coming over right away, fuck I pay him enough. He can earn his money with someone who needs his help I just need to grow up and leave what he did behind me, that tiny girl in there has the real problems.

"Ray, I can honestly say I have never done a photo shoot, so this cannot be me, the only one I did was the impromptu one this lunchtime, when she fell from a piece of artwork in the park. I can assure you these naked ones are not me either, my back and chest have marks on them do you need me to show you them I will?"

"No, I know they are not you, but even you have to admit the resemblance is uncanny, and I know Annie kept up with your accomplishments, she is your biggest fan or she was? I think that's why she took up with him because he looked like you. Even your fucking names are the same, well almost, she could have cried out either of your names they sound so alike, she has been a little unhinged of late, having nightmares and such! I think seeing you or Tristan in Paris toppled her over the edge, she knows you're Christian Grey and she knows his name was Tristan Paul, but I don't know why she has made you into the bad guy in all this? Perhaps because of that day and because today is the anniversary of Dad dying, this is the day she considers you murdered her Pappy, she must have had some sort of breakdown. I noticed my gun missing, and yes, my daughter can shoot too. You it seems, stole her boat, killed her Pappy, stalked her around the world, oh and beat her into getting the old Steele shipyard here, she was getting it for me, but it's too big. I do want to move back here because that place is just too empty without her."

"Oh, I almost forgot her mom has rung on her other phone, I was going to tell her after I found out where she was I have guys working on it."

"Save your money my ex-wife is very securely incarcerated at the Central California Women's Facility, for the kidnapping and the abuse on Annie and a string of other crimes. She has been there for seven years and has another ten to do. I was having friends deal with her husband, but his old boss had put a hit on him, he had an accident in the exercise yard, which caused his death, he fell several times on a shank! A lifer doing life with nothing to lose did the world a favour and won him smokes for life, and my undying gratitude! No, I did not hire the hit, do not look at me like that Grey."

"So, what do we do now?" I know I'm fifty shades of fucked up, but this cluster fuck of revelations has me afraid, not for me but for Ana, so what's inside her head feeling like? I need security to get the files from Rays' and for Barney to do a deep and thorough clean and clear of all their computers. We also need to get Ana the best help possible. I look at the photos again, and I do look like this Tristan guy. What the hell, just when I get my head round one thing another obstacle comes along to try us. The phone rings, the front desk have Doctor Flynn there. I allow them up. Christ, I am taking charge, it's his daughter for god's sake; I need to step back.

"That's my doctor, he is here to see Anastasia, is that alright Ray?"

"What sort of doctor?"

"He is my psychiatrist, and is the best. This is way above us helping her; she could have shot me tonight." With that Anastasia came out of the bedroom looking tired and yes afraid, I wanted to run and pick her up such was the pain in her eyes.

"Annie, Annie, oh, Annie, what have you been doing baby? You had your old dad worried?"

"What's he doing here, get out Grey."

"I'm going nowhere Anastasia, I am here and staying here. You've had a bad time lately and I believe that I am to blame for some of the pain you are feeling now? So I intend to see to it that we rectify that problem and hopefully John here can get you to realise I am not the monster you think I am." The door is softly knocked upon. "That's the doctor, he's here to see you." I let John in. "John, thank you for coming I know it's late, this is Anastasia and her father Ray Steele. Ana here needs your help."

"Anastasia, what a beautiful name, hello, I'm John Flynn. So what can I do for you tonight?"

"I didn't ask you here, he did…"

"Annie, play nice! Daddy is a little worried and not happy at this moment little girl." Ana went to her room and Ray ushered John in to see her. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be because she hates doctors. I am glad you got in touch Christian. I always meant to keep in touch, but you know that thing life got in the way. So you are a billionaire big shot these days, what happened to being a boat builder?"

"They were just pocket dreams, my business took over and now I have people building the boats for me."

"The Grey Shipyard, does some wonderful work. Dad would have been proud you are in his old yards there."

"I had the ones next to it, and needed to expand, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I'd like you to lease the smaller one from me. It was all part of the package I bought, I know you would like her close by you, and I have the place for you to go, say you will?"

"I can't say yes or no, Annie deals, sorry dealt with all that! She owns the company I just work for her." He laughs. "She does fantastic work Christian, here see." He went to the desk and brought me her drawings.

"Wow, she is so talented, these are beautiful. She only works in wood?"

"No, she just prefers the wood. Have you not come across her work before, she has won design awards and has accolades that fill a shelf at the place in Portland?"

"I hadn't heard of Steele Shipping, not in a long time. I did think to look you up, when I bought into the Grandpa Ray's old yard, but things…"

"... I know, life gets in the way of so many things Son, there's always so many things we should have done, could have done, and wish we had done. My life has been like that since that little girl in there took her first breath." I smile.

"So what name does she use for her design work then?"

"Raymond Rose. Her homage to her grandparents."

"No shit? I have three of his designs on the go at the moment. Never met the man, obviously, my guy Mac deals with all that side of the things, I just go down every now and again, to play the boss card. Not that I do boss around down there, it runs well."

"Like I said I hear good things about it. I wouldn't know where to begin, you know moving up here? The last boat we had in refit was safely delivered back to her owners yesterday, and Annie was having everything packed ready for delivery here, so convinced was she that we had the yard back."

"I own the ones next to it and when Webber wanted out, I moved over there too, I put in a really good offer and he snapped my hand off, literally his loans were due and the bank threatened foreclosure, I was there heard how much he owed and that the offer from RR Design wasn't enough to cover his debt, so swooped in like damn Superman, and offered him enough and two days later the yards were mine. That was a case of being in the right place at the right time. If you want the yard, I can make it happen today?"

"It would be one less thing for her to worry about; I can stay at her place here for a little while until I find a place?"

"Is money a problem, and do you have a big budget for a move like that?"

"No, we are well off, yes we have the budget, we do well Christian why?"

"I happen to know of a place where she might want to live, and as luck would have it, it will be available pretty soon?"

"Go on you have me intrigued…" I grin. I knew I bought that house for a damn reason, and it wasn't so I could live next door to my mother.

"When I made a few bucks your dad's old place came up for sale, and I bought it. I have it rented out at the moment, to a woman I despise and a daughter, I equally cannot stand, her husband has just got a promotion to Japan and they are moving out in six weeks, do you think Ana would like to live back there?" Well not all that was strictly true, but I will have him transferred out of legal first thing in the morning…

"Wow…"

"I know, but that place seemed more like home to me than Grey Mansions, I couldn't stand it being sold and knocked down, you know and having something modern standing there? I had the workshop cleaned and Grandpa's tools are all back there and the Anastasia-Rose is back home too, not that I go see her a lot, it was just too hard, that was all that made me happy once upon a time and what now seems so long ago…" I sigh. "When Mom wanted the new orchid house and a new pool house building, on the spot of dad's old shed thing, I had to have it moved." With that John came out of the room…

"Ana has decided to get some help; she has decided she thinks being treated as an inpatient at my clinic here would be best. She is in a dark space Mr Steele, a confused and very dark space. Christian she would like you to go in and see her then she would like you, Mr Steele, to bring her to the clinic! I'm going to go and get her paperwork started, I have to warn you both… Yes, both, she will need a lot of understanding, patience and above all time. She has been to hell and back fighting this and she realised yesterday that her grandfather would have been so hurt if she had done as she intended tonight." Both Ray and I may have been a little unhappy too, me more than Ray I think? I didn't relish the thought of being shot. "So Mr Steele I will see you later and Christian I think we need a session to discuss this, call my office later."

"Thanks John, and about the other day…"

"My office door is now back on its hinges, and yes, I have sent you the bill."

"Argh… I will call you later, is this going to be a blaming me talk, I swear John until today…"

"...You haven't seen her for years? I know, as does Ana, she has had a sedative and will be a little sleepy, just tread carefully she's broken Christian. Mr Steele when she awakes bring her to the clinic. I no doubt will see you soon Christian, good night or good morning even, I will see myself out."

"I will take a shower in my room and change; take it easy on her please?"

"Of course, I can do sensitive, I think?" Ray goes to the other bedroom and I make my way to her bedroom. She's in the bed with the sheet wrapped around her tightly, looking lost and afraid.

"I did knock, how are you feeling Ana?"

"Better than I deserve. Christian I am so sorry; I wouldn't have shot you, because I forgot the bullets for the gun. I just wanted you to think I was going to kill you, you know? No, you don't know, up here in my head you have done some awful things to me. In reality, though, have done nothing, not really anyway." A tear fell down her face, I wanted to wipe it away, but there's a long way to go until I ever touch her again, or have her touch me mores the pity!

"What he did to you I would never have done, not to you or another woman either."

"Those others said you were a cruel, heartless man, with no love and no purpose in life, you were lost and afraid, and had a dark soul. I confused myself thinking you were really Tristan, he was like that cruel, possessive of what he considered was his, and he was heartless and soulless too." I wanted to scream I wasn't him, but realised the implication of her words, the others.

"How do you know they said these things about me?"

"I followed the one called Chloë, when I came back from Paris, I saw you there you know?"

"I know, but I was with Taylor all the time, I never came near you Ana."

"I know, I just said I saw you, and I panicked. I knew he was dead, but you looked so alike, so alike Christian he was you, you were him, I got confused, I panicked, I couldn't breathe, I… I… Oh god I was such a mess, Jose stopped me having a major breakdown and sent me home, getting in Anya to replace me."

"These girls Ana, where did you see them and are they together now, are they the girls in the photographs you have of me and him?"

"Sorry, I took your photographs, you don't like having that done do you? I like being myself in front of the camera. Oh dear, I'm so sleepy can we talk again?" I nodded of course she needed sleep. "They all love you, but you have to watch the one called Chloë though, her and Leila have something going on to get rich, they meet on the last Thursday of the month at Fifties, they love you and call you, Sir, the leader of the Sub Club though she's older and she calls you… Boy..." My heart sank, please god no, she's back…

Thanks for the reviews as I said it's not fifty shades of grey, and yes, I am changing it up, there will be lemons, but for now they are still on the tree… Guest reviewer : umm what makes you think the backside in the park was Ana? Guest reviewer, he used her for sex and for revenge, safe sex and had her believe she was fooling him, he used her pure and simply to rid himself of the sexual frustrations he was having…