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.


CHAPTER 9:

C POV:

After Ana's short but very upbeat phone call, I smiled because she seemed to be happy, I had to phone Ray and tell him I wasn't going to be able to see her before she went to the clinic blaming a trip in my office, for my mother's enforced incarceration in this damned hospital room for twenty four hours. I had Taylor fetch my laptop and all the files on my adoption and everything on the twins adoption, brought here. I need to get a heads up on this; I cannot get my head around the fact that I may have a sister out there. The adoptive parents the Pauls sadly had died when the twins were nineteen, I cannot ask them for details. Barney has worked his magic, don't ask me how but before me are their files and now mine.

As my father correctly said I only skimmed through my files so wasn't sure what I would be finding out today. I still know what I know, she was a crack whore who sat back and allowed her pimp to beat me and burn me, my chest becomes tight and my heartbeat erratic, as I run my fingers across the scars left to mar my body. As I open my file the first thing I see is my adoption papers, those I lovingly place to one side, I don't need to see those I know who my parents are and those papers I will always treasure. I flick through and look for a birth certificate and there isn't one? Why did I think there should be one?

I look again at my adoption paperwork and it's there, there are file and notes on the adoption, by the judge, and it states as there was no certification of birth available, and after blood tests proved that the deceased mother of the child called Christian Morgan, was in fact one Ella Morgan. Though through an extensive search by the Trevelyan Grey family, the woman named Ella Morgan is not the true identity of the body found at the side of the four year old Christian Morgan. Tests done at the time of arrest for one Dylan Read, the said boyfriend of the same Ella Morgan, proved to confirm he was not the child's biological father. He could not be of assistance in her true Identity as he had only been with the deceased woman a few months. Upon searching the premises no further information could be found and after extensive advertisement for possible blood relatives to come forward, it is deemed by the city of Detroit, in the state of Michigan and in the county of Wayne, that all possible avenues of enquiries have been taken and it is deemed the child one Christian Morgan is freely available to be placed with the adoptive parents, Carrick and Grace Trevelyan Grey.

Seeing that, I now know I need to find out who Ella really was, I was confused and upset more, was my birthday really the same, was I the age I am said to be? I flick through the papers and photo's attached to the thick file before me, all the supposed claims on me that the investigations uncovered are numerous and all were discounted by blood work, that is why I was placed in the foster home, until theses enquires were made, but there I was safe and I ate and I was warm and clean for the first time in my life and I was visited daily by the angel who saved me, my mother, Grace, and as I wiped away a tear, I thank god I was taken to her hospital and she was the one who looked after me that night. Mia came into my room looking happy to see me.

"What are you doing Christian, Mom's going to kill you?"

"Finding out who I am, or rather who I was."

"Want some help, I'm good at puzzles?"

"If you want, here look through that load of pictures, I'm looking for anything that proves my birthday, how the hell they did that without a certificate is beyond me?"

"You really are a man of mystery big brother!" I smile as she passes me a packed lunch from Gail and a thermos of proper coffee.

"Thank you, I bet yours and Elliot's files were not as big as this?"

"Nope, ours is bog standard and uninteresting, names, illnesses, family aliments, date, pictures the usual." They know everything about their past and have decided not to look up their birth family's. I was the same, until hearing of the possibility of siblings. Would they in fact be siblings?

"Here this is a picture of your first birthday, it's dated on the back and Christian that's a nice house and that's an expensive cake, see your pretty clothes, those aren't cheap and your mom is in designer gear Christian." Umm there is an upshot to having a fashion designer in the family. "The second birthday picture isn't as good, see she has the clothes, but they are shabby and she is bigger."

I look and smile. I have a homemade chocolate cake, my name and two candles, and my mother is smiling as we blow out the candle. What happened to her to make her take the drugs? Somewhere between my first and second birthday parties Ella had given birth and disposed of the children and yet kept me? I am confused. I look at the pictures and she looks ill. Perhaps Mom was right, giving the possible children up did drive her to taking the drugs?

"Christian, there are a few more of you outside a big house, but nothing else, the house looks old and has massive walls look." I look and try to remember, but nothing springs out, like yeah I know and remember this place. "Perhaps this is where she ran from? If those twins are your brother and sister, they would be already in your mom's belly here." I smile she does like a puzzle. "This one here has a man holding you, he too has some really nice clothes on, it's a pity whoever took it didn't take one with his head on!" No, it's a godsend because then I would have been sent to live with these people and there was a reason Ella ran. "This house is really old Christian, and if we find out the designer, perhaps we can narrow down the search? Yes, don't look at me like that, I know there are millions of old houses all over America, don't give me that look Christian, but the really old buildings were designed by big named designers back then. I have a friend I can get her to look at the design and see if she can tell me who?" I nod, my sister is not as imagined, an airhead.

"Good thinking sister dearest, you really are good at all this crap."

"Yeah, well, we can't all be the Christian Grey…" I laugh.

"Nobody in their right minds would want to be me right now Mia!" She took a picture of the picture and sent it to her friend, the building expert, well an architecture specialist building engineer, working for the historic building society here in Seattle, apparently it's not what you know it's who you know! Mia's phone bleeped about an hour later.

"OMG… She knows the house, Christian; it's by an architect called William S. Hebbard and it is in San Diego it's still there. Christian, you could find your family still live there…"

"I have my family, Mia and I know where they thank you. Thank you for knowing the right people too." I shuffled to the bed and looked at the photos again, there was a reason this woman ran, so was I right in finding out who caused her to run and why? "Mia, what if the reason she ran was to get away from them, I mean she ran way across the country to Detroit for god's sake? What if the reason was to deplorable to mention to anyone? What do I do Mia?"

"Shit, you're asking me? I don't know I guess you do a check on the house, it has a name and well you know it's in San Diego, California." I phoned Welch and gave him the details. Now we had to wait. I wonder how Ana is going she should be in her room by now. I called Flynn.

"Hi John, how was she?"

"Better than I expected, she has a tough few months ahead of her Christian, and the books you sent her made her cry."

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I remember her saying something at lunch, she liked the classics."

"Not sad tears Christian, why do you always presume tears mean sadness? No, she was happy to get them and the boat ones; she was particularly jovial about the model yacht you sent her in to build. I think she will get better with time and understanding. How are you today?"

"Closer to finding my birth family thanks to my baby sister Mia. We know they came from San Diego and well, it's a start, but what if they are monsters and that's where I get these rages from?"

"You are not a monster, the likelihood is that they are not these perceived monsters you've already made them out to be. Christian open your mind to the possibility she was just in need of help and rather than ask, she ran. They could have looked for her, start there with the possibility they reported her and you missing, with the police there. You know her description and you know your circumstances. It's a starting point Christian."

"I knew I paid you mega bucks of a reason, oh and the jets ready for both Disney World and Bali for Rhian, she drives a hard bargain, but if it's alright with you keep her away from kitchen appliances around me, I'm rather attached to my bollocks."

"So she rang you then?"

"Um, she did. Though she wasn't nearly as mad as I thought. Well, I will see you at some point this week, but for now Ana needs you more than I do."

"She does, and Christian? Remember, finding out where you came from may very well set some of your demons to rest." I agreed begrudgingly and ended the call. Mia gathered all my things together and we started on the twins file.

"They were born in Detroit, she was a month into her pregnancy when she ran away, and eight months later they were abandoned. Ella Morgan was admitted to the emergency rooms at Henry Ford Hospital, and gave birth to the two of them, there is a report here from the doctor on call, it says she wouldn't look at them and told the doctor to take them as far away from her as possible. She told them her name and that was all. When they came to give her medication, she had left this note saying she relinquished all her parental rights to the children whom she called Tristan and Emma. She asked that they were to be given up for adoption, she couldn't afford to feed two more mouths and she requested they be adopted together. She then disappeared into the night; the address given was an abandoned building next to a car park. In the same part of Detroit you were found Christian. It's looking like you have a brother and a sister out there."

"I have nothing of the kind, Elliot and you are my siblings, they just happen to share the same womb as me."

"Harsh Christian, very harsh."

"Not at all, it's a reality."

"They were adopted by the Pauls, after yet again more waiting time for investigations to find a blood relative, nobody apart from freaks came forward. So why did the social worker dealing with you not know all this?"

"Back then Mia there was no computer's dealing with this, just paper files and pen and pencils. They wouldn't put her name and mine with theirs, not two years after the fact. They were adopted at least two years before me. What were their names at adoption?"

"They were born in Detroit on January 16th, 1985 and adopted by a Mark and Francis Paul, he was a Doctor at the hospital and she was their nurse, oh Christian, that sent a shiver down my spine, how freaky is that you were all adopted by a doctor?" I nod, freaky indeed. "Their names were kept the same, in case their birth mother wanted to find them, they were adamant if she wanted to see them again, she could." The very reason Grace kept my name too if relatives came forward, because obviously Ella was dead. Mia was given her birth mothers name by Mom and Elliot already had his birth grandfathers name.

"Christian, you look tired, I will put this down and you get some rest, Mom will be in after her shift and she can help you more, yes?" I nod.

"Thank you Mia, what would I do without you?"

"Um, I don't know? Thank me by starting my business with me?"

"No."

"No? Why you promised."

"No, I'm not starting it with you, I'm starting it for you. Go and see the building and then see Andrea and Ros and they will sign the building lease to you, for the period of one year, the plan looked good according to Ros, and if you stick to it and make a go of it, in one year if you're making a profit, you may have the buildings deeds free and clear, and any debt you have remaining from your start-up costs will be wiped too. You will use the GEH's accountants and legal, and you will ask for help should you need it." There she blows, Helium filled squeals, damn it she can burst an ear drum.

"You're the best brother ever." My chest is hugged tight as she squishes me.

"Well, yes, thank you Mia you can let me go now. It seems Mama Mia, Seattle, will soon be open for business."

"Mama Mia, USA, France, Italy and England I will have you know," More squeals again.

"Aiming high there Lil Sis, how about Mama Mia Seattle, Paris, Milan and London?"

"Nahah, aim high or go home, I'm aiming for total world domination Christian. I want to dress all the preggers ladies of the world." I laugh as she skips out, nothing wrong with that Mia nothing at all.

Mia's POV:

My brother is the best, I leave the hospital and head for the Space Needle, Christian in his total domination of the world, has hired the damn thing for the evening seeing, as they had to cancel the earlier shoot, they needed to fly in a replacement model for Sarah, gosh I mean Ana, as Anya was unavailable to fly out from her home in Italy and I wondered why? Then I was of course missing in action. Jose, well, he's extremely grateful when I get there because the night shoot was what he really wanted.

"I could hug that damned brother of yours; he pulled some mega strings for this. Right the models are in the restaurant and are getting ready, go help them Honey Girl."

"Why isn't Anya doing it?"

"Baby Girl got married darling! Did you not get an invite?"

"No, it must have got lost in the post." Damn that hurt, what was I a last fling in Paris? I really thought we had something special, obviously not. I walked in on the chaos. I took a deep breath and whistled, so very lady like of me.

"Right stop the unorganised chaos. Mark and Eve do Jay's hair and makeup. Steve and Shannon do her make up."

"She has a name sweet cheeks." Jay was smiling from his chair.

"Sorry I haven't had a great day, brother in the hospital and all that?" And dumped by my perfect lover and for a man too. "Sorry Mia Grey and you are?"

"Cassidy Hughes and I know who you are. I know your brother too."

"Which one I have two, Elliot and Christian?"

"Christian, I worked under him for a while." She smiled and sat in her chair.

"Good for you working at GEH. He is in hospital at the moment. I will tell him I met you."

"He won't remember me, but wish him a speedy recovery for me."

"I will, right, I need your clothes."

I ran through the set list and organise their clothes on the rails. The dressers get them ready and I watch as Jose works his magic. Wow, she looks just like Sarah, shit I mean Ana, that's going to be a hard one to remember. I suppose she really did like to keep the different elements of her life separate? Each to everyone's own as Dad always says. I have to help Jay dress next, why can't he learn to dress himself? I laugh as I picture undressing him.

"Miss Grey are you lost in there somewhere?" Jay pats my head as I fasten his tie.

"No, I'm not. Did you know Anya was getting married?"

"Yes, I was her official single screw, she was a wild one and it was a memorable night." Uh? I beg to differ I was her last screw, as you so nicely put it.

The memory makes my sex throb. Leaving Jay, I go to the restrooms; I need to scream or something. I get in the empty toilet cubicle and sob, she promised me forever and I got whatever! I remember the last night; I remember the last kiss, the last dance, the last time in bed and get a warm wet feeling between my legs. Fuck, I need this. I pull down the seat and feel my wetness I imagine Anya's finger as she explored me, my own fingers were delving into her warmth. My fingers busy themselves with my own body now. I probe and stretch as imagine Anya is doing this to me, I'm biting her pink nipple hard, sucking and feasting upon her as my fingers enter her softly. I hear her mew in delight as I flick her clit over and over; as she does she screams my name in delight. My own fingers now are wet with my own arousal as I play harder and harder with myself, punishing my body for not being good enough to keep her my fingers are poking my sex harshly. As I near my release, the door opens and I hear Jay call my name.

"Problems with the damn lighting, we have ten minutes are you alright in here Mia?" I drop my legs and head out. "Oh, was I interrupting something, it's just you're a little flushed?"

"No, just releasing a little frustration, nothing you need worry about." With that he was in front of me.

"Anything I can help you with, I'm very good at un-frustrating?" He didn't await my reply, he took it upon himself to kiss me and to my shame I let him, and fuck me the dark side is an amazing kisser. I groan into the kiss as his tongue delves deeper, we fumbled with clothes and I vaguely realise I'm unbuttoning trousers and my knickers are being ripped off. I am suddenly hunched up over his open trousers and then I'm impaled on his dick, fuck that's nice.

"Mia, I have wanted you since you first turned up in Paris. Yeah baby like that." I'm thrusting on him like I'm on a bucking horse, and he in turn is bucking, fucking or whatever? It feels great, as do his kisses.

"Shut up and fuck me hard. I need this." We carry on, against the sinks and then the wall, grabbing kissing, pawing, and then as he thrusts harder into me, I came and wow really hard, feeling my muscles tense, I shake to an amazing finish, my breathing is laboured, I feel alive as he continues thrusting hard. My hands grab his hair, as his head is pinned against my shoulder. He continues to pound into me mercilessly, my next orgasms comes, as do several others, one after the other. I'm in a state of euphoria as he finally screeches to his own release. He trembles as he comes to a shaky end, and I hang limp from his body. What the fuck was that?

"That was amazing Mia, fucking amazing…"

"Erm as first times go I guess it was…" He looks at me and kisses me again.

"You were a virgin? Shit, I'm so fucking sorry. I went at you like a bull in a china shop, shit I bet I have hurt you fuck, fuck oh fuck."

"Um, I hate to burst the bubble, what I should have said I was a penis virgin, having never had sex with a man before."

"I was your first man, but… Oh, you are attracted to women, sorry." He withdrew and cleaned himself up. Reaching for the towels, he wiped me gently, cleaning and drying me, fuck me that was a nice as the sex we had just had. "There and I'm sorry, but your underwear is only fit for the rubbish. I may have been a little bit rough with them."

"Hu? I can get more; I have many at my disposal."

"Good I wouldn't mind doing that again."

"I think I would let you too. Thank you, I am it seems rid of my frustration. Let's get back before we are reported missing."

"So, you're up for more Mia, I mean after I wine and dine you of course?"

"I said so, didn't I? I have never done that before, so yeah I'm up to experimentation with your male body parts!" He leans down and kisses me again, wow nice.

"So dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, I will cook for you at my folks place; they are at the hospital with Christian. Then I will show you my tree house. I have never taken a boy back there before."

"Tree house how old do you think I am?"

"I promise you, you will like it…"

C POV:

I wake when Mom starts prodding the now smaller egg.

"Shit, Mom! Are you trying to wake me, or kill me? A quick shake would have done."

"I tried that dear. You have been busy darling. Come on, let's clear away. I have your dinner from Gail, she's spoiling you. Dad is on his way too."

"Good, I have news. I think I was born In San Diego, in fact, I'm sure of it."

"Oh, I was sure you were born in Detroit. Never mind eat this and we will wait for your father. Ana is doing well, I phoned and asked John if she needed girl stuff. We sent her flowers."

"So did I. John said he would let her have them? Ray has spent all day with her. He said he would ring later, with an update."

"Did Mia call?"

"Yes, she was really good and pulled in some favours and well, I was so impressed, she has earned the backing of GEH today. She was going to the Space Needle to finish their shoot there. I hope that guy Rodriguez knows I had to pull a shit load of strings to get it him at night?"

"I'm sure he does and think of it as helping Ana and Mia too dear."

My mother is up to something, she is giving me the stare, and has said dear more than once! Just then Elliot comes in, argh my saviour, she can't battle us both. Fuck, that's wrong, she can play us against each other she has the power and has done it many times before.

"Argh, my eldest child, have you been good today, dear?"

"Mommy, I have, what are you after?"

"Nothing, can't I be nice."

"You always are, but when you do the sing song voice and call us dear, we have either fucked up or you want something? Which is it, 'cos I know sure as hell remember the last thing I did wrong, and I still say he should have taken the ball to his pretty face, was the orchid house happening!"

"You know the ball is coming up, right?"

"Yes, mother." We say in unison.

"Well, I have a new doctor who started with me today and she needs a date."

"Mom, you said I couldn't screw anybody from your work place." He was slapped. "You did mother ask Mia, she saw you bitch slap me today have you forgotten?" And another one, ouch I felt that.

"No, dear, and all you have to do is walk her in on your arm, and introduce her around, no one mentioned intercourse dear." I laugh hard. "You could do it Christian." I gave her the look.

"I told you Mom, I'm bringing Philip, my gay lover, remember?" Mom's face was a picture.

"I thought you were joking, oh well, I look forward to seeing him, it looks like it's down to you Elliot then. Oh, and she's called Diana Lang." I know I spit my coffee out, and Elliot went a deep shade of red. "She's just transferred in from Albert Einstein, over there in New York." I need to get my hands around Welch's throats or Taylors one of them slipped up.

"Erm Mom, I may have a slight problem there, I may have already tapped that keg?" Wow, I didn't see that bitch slap come, but I am sure glad it was Elliot's head and not mine!

"Elliot Trevelyan Grey, you never cease to amaze me and that is not a compliment young man, who else have you tap… I mean had relations with?"

"Mom, it would be easier to tell you he hasn't had." And wam my head received a smack too. "What? Is it my fault he is a man whore, and I might add I'm in here with a severe head injury Mother." I also have a damned headache too, not because of the egg and the stitches, but because all of a sudden my subs are it seems, coming to try sink my battleship.

"She may not want to go with me we didn't part on good terms."

"You mean you gave her the wrong phone number?"

"No, I didn't give a phone number at all and I may have told her I was the Christian Grey!"

"YOU DID WHAT!" I was mad as hell. "Why the fuck would you tell them you were me?"

"I needed a dinner reservation and your name opened the door." I am fuming. "How many times have you used my name?"

"Not a lot, most people know me, but those who don't know you. Besides, it's all good, I tell them I'm Elliot Grey when we get in, I didn't with Diana, though we skipped the formalities and we had dessert at your place. And again a couple of months ago too, you were away on business." I fucking know where I saw them, and she knew she couldn't return to Escala again, after her contract was terminated. She needs another reminder of how insecure her position here is, and with how much I pump into this hospital. I can make it happen. I need answers quicker than Welch can get them, like now.

"Mom, why is she here, just out of interest, Albert Einstein's a great hospital. Did she leave under any red flags?"

"No, nothing as sinister as that sweetheart, thanks for worrying though. It's just her daughter needs specialist care and my unit can give it her, her families here and can help too, she was alone in New York and struggling." I swallow hard, as does Elliot, but he shuffles in his seat, perhaps he wasn't as careful as I was?

"Her husband's family has Cystic fibrosis in their family, and the poor girl has it too." Do I or Elliot have it, another reason to have some knowledge of my bloodline? Why no mention of a husband?

"So where's the dad then?" Elliot jumps in again.

"He died of the disease four months ago, leaving her to bring little Molly up on her own. She is quite the little charmer, the little Elfin three years old, she already has every member of my staff eating out of her hands." I breathed a little lighter, she was my sub more than four years ago, so Elliot isn't her father either, I'll let the fucker stew, he hasn't worked that out for himself just yet. I must remember to get a full blood work for these markers and any other telltale things. She still needed to inform someone of her intention to move back, she has Welch's number.

"I guess if all she needs is an arm, she can borrow mine, but mom stop doing this please. You get grandchildren if and when I am ready. No, you don't get a ready made one either, I have a lot of women to meet before I meet the future Mrs Grey 'cos I just haven't met her yet." He sings the Michael Buble song, just to prove a point. Then lets out a sigh and slaps my arm, the dumb shits worked it out, because the colours back in his cheeks, he looked decidedly green for a minute or two.

"Headache here Bro, thanks to your singing and moms walloping." Mom smiles. Dad walks in and joins the party as they eat the food sent in by Gail.

"Dad, I was telling Mom that I may have been born in San Diego, I am awaiting a report on the house I was photographed in, and missing persons reports from there, for a woman and a child. There can't have been many missing kids and moms right, Dad?"

"Right, good work and how the devil did Welch's team do that then?"

"They didn't Mia did." He laughed loudly and nearly choked on his sub. "Seriously, Dad, she spotted the old house in the back, the clothes, everything. She hides being smart really well."

"My daughter has always been smart, she just doesn't think before she speaks, if she did…" Mom rallies to Mia's corner.

"She'd still come across as dumb Mom, but she does know her fashion stuff." I show Dad the pictures, and fire up the lap top, and yes the reports are in…


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