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Ana

Ana had invited Grace over to the house to take a peek at her mother's wedding dress that Kate brought with her from Ana's Beacon Hill home in Boston. Grace couldn't take her eyes off of the wedding dress that Kate held high in the air in Ana and Christian's guest bedroom. Ana's mother had wonderful taste and the importance of Ana wearing her mother's dress on her wedding day wasn't lost on her. The vintage ivory dress had a chapel train with an all over lacey rose motif. It had a sheer back with delicate floral embroidery and special metallic details that gave a bit of shine and highlighted the soft texture of the lace designs.

"Ana, It's absolutely breathtaking." Grace beamed. Ana nodded in agreement. She had the dress back at home in Beacon Hill but never took it out; it made this moment special for everyone.

"Ana, put it on. I can't wait any longer." Ana didn't hesitate when she took the dress out of Kate's waiting hand and took off into the bedroom to put it on. After a few minutes, she stepped out to have Kate clasp the back. An open circle of lace exposed her soft cream colored skin.

"So?" Ana asked. Grace and Kate were speechless. Ana as a bride was a sight to see.

"There are no words." A hint of a smile formed on Grace's face, but was hidden behind her steepled fingers. Her daughter in law was stunning. A perfect match for her son.

"Christian is going to flip!" Kate smiled, fixing Ana's train while they looked into a full sized mirror that rested on a far wall.

"I can't believe it fits." Ana always remembered her mother being on the petite side, but she never thought they would be the same size. It was a small comfort; like they were more alike than she thought.

"Like a glove sweetheart. One more week until the wedding. Everything is coming together nicely." Grace relaxed at the thought. She had staff at the house preparing the grounds for the upcoming nuptials and everything was coming together as far as she knew. Ana was quite clear with what she wanted. Vintage whimsy that incorporated the essence of both her and Christian's personalities. Ana didn't want to be the bride that didn't make it personal for the groom.

"Thank God. I can't thank you both enough for doing all of this for me. I couldn't have pulled this off without you. I really am thankful."

"Please, Ana, don't mention it." Kate waved her hand, shooing away the notion of her thanks. They all did one more collective sigh and smiled. Ana could feel it all happening.

Jack and Elizabeth

"Miss, please, It'll only burn for a moment. We need to take care of a few of these before we can risk any further procedures. They're very aggressive." A nurse said to Elizabeth as he began to spray liquid nitrogen onto her growing warts. They were beginning to look like mushrooms on a tree. The nurse had been silently praying that his gag reflexes would keep calm throughout the process of eliminating the foul growths. Elizabeth's tears fell down her grotesque face and fell at her knees where the warts had spread. She was covered, head to toe, and they ached and seeped fluids that smelled of sulfur and two day ass.

"It just hurts so much. Is there any ointment? Where is Jack?" Elizabeth asked. She hadn't seen him since they took him away to get his blood taken.

"He's currently in the middle of a procedure." Jack was actually in a locked sterile room with maggots eating at his deteriorating body, but Elizabeth didn't need to know that. Doctors were baffled by the form of leprosy Jack had caught and the amount of time it took to eat through his muscles, exposing bone and tendons. Jack's face was unrecognizable to the CDC Lab research team and doctors after only the second day of his diagnoses. The team knew he would no longer be able to join the rest of the population as he was a considerable threat to the safety and well being of the outside world. It was a reminder of the Ebola scare that happened recently in the United States. They couldn't risk a pandemic.

"Jack is okay?" Elizabeth sounded indifferent. She had been thinking a lot about Jack since they were separated. Her ordeal was an eye opener; that's for sure.

"He'll be fine. Please concentrate on your health right now, Elizabeth. It's most important." The nurse gave her a reassuring smile. She knew he was only trying to pacify her.

Jack

"I can feel it all! Please, more morphine! More morphine!" Jack cried actual tears that stung the open flesh on his cheeks. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Two days ago he was perfectly fine, ready to take over the world. The intercom buzzed.

"Jack, stay calm, your stress will only excel the deterioration rate. Cortisol is a powerful hormone." Jack's form was near skeletal and the doctors knew his prognosis was coming to an impossible recovery.

"I need FUCKING morphine now or put me out of my fucking misery! You can't keep me like this! It's inhumane!" One of the researchers brought up the idea of assisted suicide, but it was shot down immediately by the other researchers who wanted to test him further. Jack was reduced to experimental research and the question of ethics was a debate amongst colleagues.

"Jack, nothing works on you. Please, calm down. Your body will adjust. We need to keep researching so we can find a way to reverse this." Dr. Isban's voice sounded through the intercom. He knew Jack was miserable and there was nothing he could do. Jack's rapid deterioration was a constant source of pain and he could only estimate that Jack had only a day or two left in him. His heart was weakening and his exposure to the outside elements were preventing him from making any sort of decent recovery. The fly larvae were only a means to keep him clean at this point. Intravenous fluids and food intake were not even registering in his body as nutrients. He was essentially dead already.

Day before Night Three

Now that Jack's survival became impossible, Elizabeth was allowed to say her goodbyes on their second full day of torture, before the third final night of hell.

Elizabeth was shocked to see Jack in such a state. It kept her from crying and allowed her the chance to tell him how she felt. She was full of mixed emotions, but there were things he needed to know before he passed on. She pressed the button for the intercom and spoke directly into the receiver.

"Jack, I know It's hard for you to speak right now, but I wanted you to know that I love you. It had always been you. This is hard to say, but my feelings can't take away the fact that you're a fucking ass hole. I know where you'll be going and while you're there I hope you constantly think about all of the things that you've done to me over the years. I allowed you to take me down a path that I had no business going down. You had zero respect for me and the only thing you needed from me was my fucking vagina! You know... This is karma and we both deserve it. If I make it out of this, I'll be doing anything I can to make up for all of the trouble that I've caused. It's probably best that you leave this world. You were nothing but problems. Bye, Jack." Elizabeth turned her head away from the intercom receiver and took one last look through the window that separated her from Jack's decomposing body. It was goodbye. She had washed her hands of him.

Night Three

"How is he still alive? His heart rate is through the roof and the muscles he has left are seizing." One doctor asked Dr. Isban.

"I can't explain it. This is incredible." He studied the monitors and checked off boxes on his record sheet that monitored his vitals. Jack was completely conscious and in absolute agony. The moaning was the only constant sound, besides the life support machines in his sterile room. His body was on fire and he could feel every nerve ending firing off through the very small amount of flesh that he still had. He was mostly bones and hair at this point. He was able to take a glance at himself through a two way mirror that was level to him. He saw what he would look like if he was dead. It was more gruesome than he would have thought. Open flesh covered in white crawly maggots that took pleasure in eating him alive. He would vomit if he had the strength. "Morphine" came out as a whisper. Every need he had took the backseat to his demand of alleviating the pain and madness that he was experiencing. Whatever he did to deserve this was now something he wished he could take back. He would take it all back. He would do things differently if he had the chance. He promised himself that if he survived this he would change and for the better.

Ana

"The candle is almost out, Ana." Tucker interrupted Ana and Christian who had been sitting on the porch enjoying their early morning coffee and tea. Ana had been waiting for this moment for days. With no news on Jack and Elizabeth floating in the air, they had all been wondering what came of them. Did they survive the three nights of hell?

"Does Mia know?" Ana asked.

"Yeah. What do we do now?" Tucker asked, looking at both Ana and Christian who shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing. That was it. He exposed himself and was taught a lesson. All we can do. If it happens again we can always take it a step further." Ana felt Christian tense. "Don't worry Christian, this is a death free zone." Ana joked. Christian smirked.

"I never know with you guys. I should have Taylor call the prison this afternoon. See what's going on." Ana liked that idea.

"Okay, do it. I'm curious to know as well. After that were due for the spa, Mister." Ana smiled at Christian who had set them up for a couple of treatments at Dandelion. Though, the couples massage was off the table in agreement by both of them. To take it a step further, Ana requested all male staff handle Christian. Women were relentless and Christian knew it was best to keep Ana's 'twitchy finger', as he now called it, at bay.

"I wish Elliot would do that for me." Tucker joked.

"Speaking of Elliot... How are things going?" Tucker and Elliot took things slow and then fast and then back to slow. It was confusing and a little nerve wracking for Ana who cared about them both.

"Good." He smiled.

"That's all you've got for me?" Ana laughed. Christian smiled.

"He kind of told me that he loved me." Tucker scratched the back of his head nervously.

Their relationship progressed quickly, but they were constantly with each other. Ana tried to think of the moment she realized that she loved Christian. It felt like she always had.

"That's great, Tucker. Should we make this a double wedding?" Ana joked and Tucker blushed.

"Ana, leave the poor guy alone. That's really nice Tucker. My brother is an idiot, but he's very lucky." Tucker grinned.

"Thanks." Tucker turned to leave.

"Oh, and Tucker?" Christian called after him.

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking. Come with me to GEH tomorrow morning. I'll introduce you around. I might have a few spots for you opened up. That's if you want to." Christian had been thinking about bringing Tucker to GEH. He was intelligent, easy going and came from a background that proved to Christian that Tucker could handle anything. Tucker needed a job and was at an age when working and living on your own was important. He wanted that for Tucker; especially if he was in a relationship with Elliot. He wanted Tucker to be proud of his contributions. Ana's smile meant she was on board with it as well.

"Okay." Tucker smiled. "Thanks, Christian."

"Anytime. I think you'll enjoy it at GEH." Tucker nodded with a smile and went back into the house.

"You're incredible. You know that right?" Ana asked.

"I wouldn't be this way without you." Christian leaned in to kiss Ana, taking in her scent.

"You're right. You were a piece of work!" They both laughed. Christian shook his head.

"Ms. Steele, are you insulting me?" Christian feigned offense.

"No Mr. Grey, I'm merely telling you the truth. You were quite lost." Ana half smiled. Christian came a long way in such a short amount of time and it would never be forgotten.

"Well here I am."

"Yeah, I found you." Ana smiled sweetly and trailed her fingers through his messy head of hair. "I love you more than anything, Christian. I'll even love you on your worst days."

Christian

"Sir, I got in touch with director at the DOC and Jack Hyde and Elizabeth Morgan have been in CDC custody since their arrest. You might want to take a look at these pictures. I was able to get in touch with a lead researcher working the case." Taylor handed Christian the photos. "Just a warning; they're gruesome." Christian's eyes widened and his heartbeat picked up a little knowing that Ana was responsible for this. He opened the manila envelope and took a peek inside before taking out the full 8x11 glossy photographs. Holy shit.

"Who is this?" The face was hardly a face.

"That's Jack Hyde. It was taken last night." Taylor pointed to another photo on the desk. "That's Elizabeth Morgan." Taylor's face twisted in disgust. Christian would have found it humorous, but he was repulsed by the images he held in his hands. Elizabeth was a creature and Jack was a pile of flesh. He couldn't believe Ana did this, but he knew it came from a good place. "Now, you need to see these." Taylor handed Christian another manila envelope and he took out the photos. They were of Jack and Elizabeth, but they were healthy. "Those are from today." Taylor pointed out.

Christian knew this was how it was supposed to be, but seeing it work was intense in the way that it forced him to believe that what he knew was real. He still couldn't wrap his head around Ana sometimes.

"This is incredible." Was all Christian could say.

"They're not sure how it happened. They were planning Hyde's burial just last night. This is medically impossible, Sir. The CDC is questioning everything." Shit, that's not good. Christian trusted Taylor with his life, and he wanted to tell Taylor about Ana, but It wasn't his secret to tell. Of course Taylor was caught up in the rumors of Windsor, but the rumors were all they were to him.

"Good work Taylor. Now that they're well on their way to prison, I think we should put this situation in the past for now. You can go ahead and call off Sawyer until the wedding, which is less than a week away." Christian couldn't believe it. Anastasia was going to be his. His completely.

"On it. I do need a list of everyone attending along with the vendors to be sure they're properly vetted. Tomorrow would be best." Thank God Taylor was on top of it, because Christian had been focusing on so many other things. Between GEH, Ana and Windsor, he had been consumed.

"I'll have Ana and my mother send those lists to you by then." Christian and Ana had just gotten back from the spa and the last thing he wanted to do was reel her back into the stress she was trying to get away from.

"Thank you. I'll go ahead and step out then." Taylor nodded. Christian thought for a moment.

"Why don't you come by tonight for a barbecue. I'm beginning to get good on the grill." Christian smiled, taking Taylor by surprise. Christian knew Taylor lived alone and rarely saw his nine year old daughter Sophie. He remembered what that felt like and now that he was lucky enough to share his life with someone, he wanted to at least bring Taylor in from time to time. The man had been working for him for years.

"You sure, sir?" Taylor hesitated.

"I'm sure. Ana would enjoy having you here in a non official capacity."

"I'll bring the beer then." Taylor smiled.

"Sounds good. 6pm sound good?" Christian asked.

"I'll be here." Taylor gave a small wave and walked out the front door.

"Christian Grey, what a beautiful surprise." Ana poked her head down the hallway from her office.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Christian smirked with his hands on his hips.

"Maybe. A girl needs to know certain things." Ana gave a slight roll to her eyes.

"I saw that!" Christian chuckled.

"Too bad Elliot is on his way or else I'd make you do something about it." Ana was such a tease and Christian loved to hate it.

"I'm emptying my balls into you by the end of the night!" Christian shouted at Ana who was suddenly nowhere to be found.

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Elliot waved his hands in front of him to prevent Christian from continuing. "That's fucking disgusting." Elliot pretended to gag.

"Oh, please, Elliot." Christian shook his head.

"Hey, I don't threaten Tucker to fill him like a jelly donut." Christian's eyes widened.

"Okay, Elliot I get your point. You should ring a bell before you enter someone's house. Maybe you won't hear shit you don't want to hear." Christian made his point.

"Old habits die hard. Is Ana hiding from you?" Elliot teased.

"She ran off somewhere. Want a beer?" Christian was still getting used to socializing with his brother. It wasn't as much of a foreign concept anymore, but topics in conversation were difficult to pick out. He was mostly used to observing rather than participating, unless absolutely necessary.

"Sure. Hope you don't mind, but I invited Tucker." Christian didn't mind. He was sure that Tucker was going crazy having to live with people that were years younger than him.

"He's more than welcome. Here." Christian handed Elliot a beer and motioned for them to head towards the well worn leather couches in the living room. They each took one, putting their feet up on the ottoman in the center that acted like a coffee table. They both sighed in relaxation.

"Getting anxious for the wedding?" Elliot asked. Christian had asked Elliot to be his best man. It was an emotional moment for Elliot and it wasn't lost on Christian who felt the same.

"I'm very much ready to put a ring on my finger and call her mine officially." Christian nodded and took a sip of his beer.

"Anastasia Grey. I like it. Never thought she'd actually become family one day, even though I always considered her a sister a long time ago." Christian always wondered how they met.

"How did you two meet?" Elliot smiled at Christian's question.

"One day I was walking with Wes out on the quad and we sat under our usual tree to eat lunch together. We studied under the same tree on nice days. One day Wes and I went to meet up at the tree and Ana was there, totally unaware of her surroundings. She was lying down on a blanket with her earbuds in singing while reading out of a textbook that Wes and I had in our hands. We thought it was a strange thing and we went up to her and introduced ourselves after scaring the shit out of her." Elliot's smile widened. Christian was all ears. "We thought she was absolutely gorgeous and every gay man needs a beautiful woman by his side. So... I snatched her from Wesley, but Ana was never partial. I do think she loved me more though, of course. Ever since then we were inseperable. We went to classes together, ate together, went out together and slept in each other's dorm rooms. If I wasn't into dudes I would have beat you to the punch a long time ago, but if I had to choose someone for her, I'm glad It's you." Elliot took a swig of beer and Christian noticed Ana eavesdropping again. He smiled and motioned for her to join in.

"You would have beat him to the punch, huh?" Ana laughed. Elliot blushed.

"Of course. You're the only woman, besides my mom and Mia that I'll ever give my heart to." Ana's mouth hung open and Christian even felt warm from that. Ana jumped off Christian's lap and gave Elliot a tight hug.

"I'll always keep it safe Elliot." She smiled. Christian knew it would be ridiculous to be jealous, even if the thought crossed his mind. He also knew that he was taking Elliot's best friend away from him and he was sure that it wasn't the best feeling.

"So, I was talking to mom today and they released Elena." Fucking hell, Christian thought. Ana smiled. Why was Ana smiling?

"Ana?" Christian was curious as to why Ana had a face of mischief. It was never a good sign. "Something you'd like to share, baby?" Christian brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear so he could see her fully.

"Mia already told me..." Ana played dumb. What could she have done? She was with me all day. Though, Mia wasn't.

"What did Mia do?" Christian asked. Elliot was all smiles.

"Oh my God, this better be good!" Elliot egged her on.

"Mia might have paid someone off to put bedbugs in Elena's house..." Christian's face made Ana look sheepish. Elliot was at a loss for words. Bedbugs?!

"That's not all is it?" Christian knew Ana well enough to know there was more.

"The same guys who put the bedbugs in her house put dead roadkill in her air vents and left upper-deckers in all of her toilets." Ana started to laugh pushing Elliot over the edge. Christian was amused, but he was lost on one thing.

"What's an upper-decker?" Christian asked.

Elliot laughed even harder, tears streaming down his cheeks and Ana calmed herself down enough to explain.

"It's when someone..." She couldn't say it without laughing. Elliot took a deep breath and explained.

"It's when someone takes a shit in the top part of the toilet where all the clean water is. So no matter how many times you flush the toilet, shit just keeps filtering into the bowl so the toilet water is never clean. God, I haven't laughed that hard in a while. Whose idea was that?" Elliot asked. Christian bit his cheek from laughing at Elena's situation. It was too good.

"Mia of course. She did have you for a brother." Ana smiled. Christian wished he didn't miss out on so much with Elliot. He was sure that Elliot was a lot of fun in his youth.

"Is there any way we can set up surveillance on Elena so we can enjoy this fully?" Elliot asked. Ana threw her phone at him.

"Open the EyeMonkey App." Ana shielded her face into Christian's neck and squealed. Christian loved it when she curled up into him.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Elliot held the phone up to show Christian. There Elena was; trying to make a sandwich with her broken arms. She was dropping lunch meat everywhere.

"You put cameras in her house?!" Christian wasn't sure about this.

"Don't be mad. We wanted to keep an eye on her. We couldn't pass it up!" Ana pouted.

"Bullshit, you wanted to watch her suffer." Elliot smiled.

"That too." Ana started to giggle.

"Can you record the best moments so you can send them to me?" Elliot asked.

"I already have a lot saved." Ana looked everywhere except at Christian.

"What is it?" Christian saw Ana's smile return.

"I have a video of her trying to wack off with a back scratcher to a picture of Dog the Bounty Hunter." Ana couldn't stop laughing. She vibrated in Christian's lap. Her laugh was contagious and Christian felt his cheeks burn.

"Oh my God, Ana. Thank you so much for this!" Elliot leaned back and cradled his beer; getting ahold of his emotions.

"What are you going to do with all of the videos? You'll get in trouble if you leak them." Christian was only looking out for her.

"Not when you accidentally leak a website that has them all compiled into one large library with an encrypted source. Being a caster also helps..." She smiled. Ana was something else.

"The website is up already?" Christian needed to know.

"No, but one day it will be. No one fucks with my family and you know this. I'm going to bury her so deep she'll be furiously riding Satan's pointy cock." Christian and Elliot looked at each other and tried hard not to laugh at Ana's commentary.

"I want to see everything you save. Promise me you'll share everything?" Christian wanted to demand it, but Ana didn't concede to demands.

"Of course. Check your email in ten minutes." Ana patted Christian's chest softly and kissed the top of his head.

"Thank you. I may not be able to do magic, but I want to get some fun out of this too." Christian huffed.

"Christian wants to have fun?" Elliot teased him.

"I think I deserve to. Don't you?" Christian asked. He certainly did deserve to hang Elena out to dry and Ana would be sure to make that happen.

A/N: Okay, I'm super excited about the video cameras in Elena's house that stream to Ana's phone. :P Thoughts on this chapter? :D Hope you'll share. :D