A few people were confused, I forgot I went back in time a bit, so while Ana is using her divine feminine powers of persuasion on Christian, Mckenna is fighting off a memory flash, and Taylor is hanging with the guys, all this sort of happens at one time. sorry for the confusion. Enjoy.

Mckenna - 15 minutes ago

I walk away from Grey's office on trembling legs, desperately wishing I could leave the past behind just as easily. But, it clings to me, a hovering shadow, pressing in, and I know I don't have long before it takes over. Stumbling blindly, through the expansive great-room, I make it to the kitchen, and lock my eyes on the velvet darkness beyond the clear glass doors leading to the deck. If I can just make it outside, but the smoke is swirling, closing in my periphery, tunneling my vision. Struggling forward, I hear distant screams echoing, horrible screams of pure agony, and the nauseating stench of charred flesh drifts into my head. I'm shaking violently now, my teethe rattling in my head. Goddess I'm never going to make it. They'll find me here in the middle of the gourmet kitchen shattered into a million little pieces - a poor, helpless creature, the victim of her own broken mind.

But then miraculously, the ever-present Seattle haze clears, and the silver-white light of the nearly full moon pierces the smoke. The white orb in the sky that commanded the fate of my ancestors, pulls me forward, and suddenly, I'm there, flinging the doors open. Pausing long enough to pull my dagger from its sheath, and plunge it into the frame over the door, then, I'm running, the sting of my bare feet slapping against the deck turning to the refreshing spring of cool grass, as I cross the massive open lawn. I cut left to a small grove of Conifer trees; the night air chill on my arms, a light mist kissing my face, as the spicy evergreen fills my head. Wrapping my hands around one trunk, feeling the rough scrape along my palms, I dig my fingernails into the bark, pressing my feet into the spongy damp earth, and the sting of fallen needles. I keep my eyes on the nearly full moon in the sky, and absorb the pungent, tactile sensations of the present, and mercifully, the smoke clears; the screams fading to a faint echo. I turn, leaning my back to the tree and slide down till I'm sitting beneath it. And muttering a prayer of thanks to a Goddess I'm not sure I believe in, I gather my senses around me like a blanket, and sink into the moonlit night.

Taylor- ten minutes ago

"So who've we got on duty right now?" Taylor sat back in his favorite chair, a large leather recliner, and took a deep breath. Finally feeling like he could relax for just a moment. He, Sawyer, and McIntyre, (now a defacto member of his security team, and as the guy was one of the best, he wasn't going to look that particular gift horse in the mouth) had retreated to his den, in his private quarters over the garage, to go over what they'd learned in the past twenty-four hours.

"Drake and Warren are paroling the grounds, and we've got Masters in the house," Sawyer spoke up, straightening slightly from his usual wall leaning position, before adding dryly, "and of course Pip's in there, but she's kind of a wild-card."

Taylor grimaced. Damn, but that was the truth.

"She'll protect Mrs. Grey and that baby with her life." McIntyre spoke up. Taylor turned to where the man's giant body was taking up over half his couch "They all will. She's one of them."

"I know I'm gonna regret asking, but what's that mean, exactly?" Sawyer asked the question Taylor was dreading the answer to.

McIntyre, rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Kind of hard to explain to an outsider."

"Give it your best shot." Taylor winced, and braced for the insanity.

"Well, without giving a lot of details you don't need. Ana's likely a descendent of the first Mckenna McGovern."

"The one burned at the stake?" Sawyer spoke up.

"Yep, and that means she's got McGovern blood running through her veins. She's carrying a McGovern child. She's practically sacred."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Taylor swore, if he heard one more crazy thing his head would explode.

"Look," McIntyre ran his hand through his short hair, "They're different. You have to accept that. They come from a family structure and hierarchy that's completely foreign to your way of thinking. Hell, I grew up with it, and I still have trouble wrapping my head around it. Just take it on faith, man. They take the family tree seriously. When they find a McGovern, that person is taken into the fold. And I'm telling you, Mrs. Grey's one of them, I've been around them all long enough to know."

"Fuck, this is all a mighty big coincidence." Sawyer again spoke the words Taylor was thinking.

"Coincidence happens a hell of a lot around them." McIntyre responded wearily, resting his head back on the couch, "Just hope they don't contact Great Aunt Talulah. If she finds out about about a new McGovern, a pregnant one - in danger,... Hell, damn, and .fuck!" The giant man, paused for a second, rubbing his eyes wearily, and Taylor could have sworn he saw his face go pale, "Well,... it'd just be better all around if she doesn't find out."

Taylor had about had his fill of witches, and pagans, and crazy family trees, "So we're moving the Johnson family out tonight?"

"Yeah," the relief rolling off McIntyre at the change of subject was palpable, "Within the hour. As we discussed, they're taking Grey's private jet. I brought a guy with me, he's going to escort them, to a safe house in Virginia. I've already got men on site.

Taylor considered the giant in front of him, "So should I ask how you managed to get the Commissioner to agree to that?"

McIntyre shrugged one massive shoulder, "I explained that we were the best men for the job. Protecting people is what we do," a slight pause and another shrug, "among other things."

Taylor'd just as soon not know what those other things were.

"What the fuck?" Sawyer murmured, lifting himself off the wall, his eyes riveted on something beyond the window, Taylor followed the man's gaze to the grounds behind the house, to see an enormous dark shape streaking across it.

"Damn, is that the hell-hound?" Sawyer muttered in awe, "Shit, that thing's flying."

"Something's wrong." Taylor jumped. McIntyre's voice came from right behind him, but in the second it took to turn around, the giant man was already shooting out the door, his harsh command of, "Call Grey." echoing back behind him.

Christian - five minutes ago

"You know I'm going to do it, right?"

Christian sighed, and tucked Ana more tightly against him, where he half lay on the couch, in a sated, boneless heap. Damn, his wife's mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon, "Yes, I know, but I'm going to be there."

"Of course you are," she murmured reassuringly, her hand absently stroking his chest through the thin silk of his shirt, "I want you nearby." a moment of silence and then, "I wonder what happened?"

"Hhmm?" he murmured, distracted by the feel of her satin smooth nape under his fingertips.

"To her mother,.."

And guilt that hit him when Mckenna tossed his 'touche'' back at him, slammed into his gut -again, "It was a fire."

Ana pulled back, her eyes wide with shock, "What? How do you know,...did Welch?..."

"No, he's having trouble gathering data," he smiled grimly, "Apparently, all those names are problematic."

Ana snorted softly, "I'll bet."

"She told me."

"Really?"

"Yes," he closed his eyes briefly, not wanting to see the look on Ana's face, "She was there, she and her sisters got out, but..."

"Oh, God Christian,..." opening his eyes, he met her horrified gaze.

"I know Ana, Christ! I know. I was so angry, ..."

"She hit a nerve Christian." his wife spoke the truth he already knew, "Your perceptions of Elena are colored by your past, by the impressions of a lonely child."

"I need to talk to her, apologize again."

"Yes," Ana nodded gravely, but her eyes were filled with tenderness as she laid a cool hand along his jaw, "More for you than for her, I think."

Shifting them both, he sat up, and caught himself, once again, running a frustrated hand through his hair, "I need find that little cretin, before these women send me to a padded cell."

"I think they're good for you."

His bark of laughter surprised him, "Yes, it's always been a goal of mine to be insane by the age of thirty."

"Right up there with being a billionaire by twenty-eight." Ana grinned at him, sitting forward and rubbing her lower back.

"It's a close second." He replied dryly, then "turn around baby."

Sighing gratefully, Ana presented her back to him, "Flynn said Allie hugged you." She murmured, her head dropping forward, as his hands massaged in soft circles, his fingers gently pressing into the tight muscles of her lower back.

"What?"

"This morning, after you offered to adopt the kitten. He said Allie hugged you, Lena punched you and Mckenna held your hand."

His hands paused their massaging motion, resulting in a soft mewl of protest, "Said all that did he?"

"Mm-hm."

The good doctor and he were going to have a chat. He resumed his circular hand motions, moving up and working the muscles on either side of her spine.

He was rewarded with a contented sigh, then "So how did it feel?"

"Feel?"

"When Allie hugged you?"

"Expensive."

Ana turned to face him over her shoulder and quirked a brow.

"She has a fondness for Neiman's."

"You're smiling."

His hands paused again "I...what?"

Ana reached up and ran her fingertips over his mouth, "You're smiling, Christian."

Damn, if he wasn't.

She turned away again, lifting her her hair aside so he could work the muscles at her nape, that soft, silky nape. Unable to resist, he leaned down and brushed his lips over the sweet spot just below her ear that always drew him, and was rewarded with another soft sigh and a delicate shiver, "You like her. I think you've become fond of all of them"

"They're unique..." he felt one shoulder lift, "Interesting."

"Uh-huh, " he could hear the grin in his wife's voice, "So, how's Jack liking his new digs?"

He snorted. The damn cat had a huge tower, two plush beds, and balls to bat around that were loaded with catnip. Putting one hand under her chin to pull her face back to his, her lowered his head, brushing the words over her sweet mouth, "Fair point, well made..."

His words were cut of by rabid barking and wailing.

"That's Trudy." Ana pulled away, and knowing her so well, he obliterated the idea before it could form.

"You will stay here Ana. Till I or Master come for you." she rolled her big blue eyes at him. "I mean it Ana."

"Fine."

Still not confident his wife would listen. Grey flung open the door, strode down the hall, and braced himself for whatever-the-fuck was going on now. Fond? Not likely, the McGovern women were a giant pain in the ass. Entering the great room he saw a blur of movement coming from the guest wing. Christy, moving with surprising speed for one so small, crossed the open space, and never seeing him, cut him off and raced into the kitchen. Following her to the frantic barking, whining, and what he was pretty sure were the sounds of large dog claws scratching against a very expensive custom made french door, he entered the kitchen to see the tiny vet grabbing the animal by the collar to try and pull her back. It was a futile effort. The massive dog was easily double her weight, and yanked her fragile limbs violently, as it threw its entire body into the doors. Damn, the thing was going to rip her arms off

"Fuck!" the curse exploded out of him as he raced across the kitchen,

Christy looked over her shoulder at his approach, "Mr. Grey, I don't understand..."

"Let go." he cut her off, grabbing her small hands, that were still pulling uselessly against the powerful animals frantic efforts.

"But..." Christy's eyes, swimming with tears, looked up at him. Damn, it was like a punch to the gut. He gentled his voice and rubbed one thumb soothingly over her fragile wrist, "Let go, sweetheart."

She nodded, sniffling, and released the collar, simultaneously, he opened the double doors, and, in a streak of movement, the massive dog raced through them, across the deck, and sailed into the air over the the stairs leading down to the lawn, its feet barely touching down, before it was flying across the yard; a blur of silvery gray shadow in the moonlight. "What the hell?" he muttered.

"Mckenna."

Grey turned at the grim word whispered from behind him, to see Lena, one arm wrapped around Ana, who once again ignored his directive, and her own safety, (he made a mental note to deal with that later) the other pointing to a spot over his head, he heard Christy's gasp beside him, as he as he reached up and pulled the dagger from the woodwork.

"She got rid of it in case the grounding doesn't work and she slips back." Lena, in that same grim tone.

"Grounding?"

He heard Ana ask, through the massive guilt that swamped him. He'd done this to her. "I need to find her."

He felt a soft hand reach for his. Unthinking he closed his hand around the much smaller one, and looked down into Christy's earnest face. "We should call Gavin." she whispered gravely.

"She'll make for the trees." Lena answered, he looked over to see her eyes boring into him. She knew - but there was no condemnation in her gaze, "The strong pine scent helps keep her in the present," she explained.

"That's what you mean by grounding." Ana, again

"Yes, she'll try to flood her senses," Lena shrugged one shoulder, "sometimes it works, and Grey," He paused, in the doorway, "don't beat yourself up too bad, we've all done it. Mckenna can be fucking obnoxious, with all that -'look into your head and pull out what's none of her business' - crap."

"She is sort of a know it all." Christy nodded up at him, pushing those ever sliding glasses up her nose.

Fond. The word settled somewhere in his brain, and with an inner sigh, he just accepted the truth: obviously, at some point in the last forty-eight hours, he'd become a masochist.

"I'll try to keep Gavin off of you for a couple minutes," Lena called out to him as he strode across the deck and out onto the lawn, "but when he finds you,... uh, well, he really likes Ana, so hopefully he won't mess up that gorgeous face too bad."

Grey shook his head as he jogged across the lawn. He fucking deserved to have his ass kicked, and shit, with these new masochistic tendencies, he might even enjoy it.

"Damn, look at him, " Len's voice carried across the silent night, "He even makes jogging across the lawn look perfect. Sheesh," then hearing the grin in her voice, "Way to go sister."

An answering grin in Ana's "Thanks."

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