Sorry! I guess my random guess at when my next update would be is a little off marker… (Heavy sarcasm because it was WAY off lol) Again, thank you to the entire Fanfic reviewers- you are as always appreciated :) I'm also going to be starting to work in V for Vendetta Fanfics (if you haven't seen the movie/read the comics it is amazing, life changing… ECT. ECT. So to all who follow me as an author don't be alarmed if I publish a new story and it isn't the usual FSOG stories lol. Yeah, V for Vendetta is just a bit different from FSOG- (again, heavy sarcasm ;) so check that out when it's published if you'd like) And now, without further ado, The chapter ye all have been waiting for! *Drum roll please!* When the masks come off…

ANA POV (As usual)

I sit there frozen to the spot while The Kavanagh's home phone hits the hard wood floor beneath. This is what I wanted, is it not? Then why in the world am I so surprised to hear about this news? Because you thought that he wasn't going to tell them… my subconscious hisses at me. I am momentarily released from my shock when I hear Christian's tiny automated- yet stern- voice talk from the floor below.

"Hello, Anastasia? Are you still there? I heard something fall, are you alright?" he asks from below.

I clear my throat, and try to pull myself together- and out of my state-of-stunned- as I ignore Kate's probing expression and reach her home phone.

"Yeah," I say reassuringly, "I'm fine, Christian." I close my eyes as I try to sort out everything that's going through my mind. My voice still sounds a bit off, and a little bit too shook up, and Christian can tell.

"Anastasia, can you please go into another room while we talk. I know you won't be completely truthful with me while Katharine stares at you for the entire conversation." He sighs- possibly a little bit unsteady himself.

Without meeting Kate's stony glare I exit her bedroom and walk to the bathroom just down the hall. I make sure the door is completely locked before I sit against the tiled wall and bring the phone back up to my ear.

"Okay, I'm talking to you in the bathroom now." I say quietly, "Christian… are you sure about this?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He says with equal quiet deliberation. "I've thought about what you told me in the dressing room today, and I've come to the decision that you're more than right about this sticky situation. I need to get this over with right now if there's any hopes of us being together normally- without this burden hanging over our heads. I just wish that you didn't have to be a part of this fucked upness…" he says the last part mostly to himself.

"But that's what partnership means, Christian. I'm always going to be there for you at times like this if you need me, and vice versa. Never doubt that…" I comfort, "But I've also been thinking about what I said to you and I came to the conclusion that I was out of line. I was just mad, as well as aggravated. Is this honestly what you want to do, Christian? If you need more time I completely understand. This is a big step."

"I have never been so sure about anything in my life, Baby. I want to get this over with, but I was just too blind to do so by myself. I needed that extra push, and you gave me the strength to do so. Before I met you I would have either let Elena dig her claws into me- only God knows how my life would have turned out then- or I would have hid it away until it ate at me into a ward. You're my guiding sail." He adds softly.

My heart warms at his loving words. I giggle lightly- breaking the serious vibe of our conversation, "Christian Grey, did you just use a sailboat analogy?" I giggle again, biting my lower lip.

He chuckles, "That tis a wonderful sound, Ma lady. And yes, yes I did." He then sighs deeply, "Would you be with me night as I tell my parents?"

I slowly close my eyes, and swallow, "Yes. I will." I can almost hear Christian relax on the other end on the line.

"Thank you," he breathes, "I don't know if I could do it without you."

"But why did you choose tonight to tell them?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, I have my reasons," he says darkly with a hint of annoyment. He then chuckles once more with humor.

"What?"

"I'm just thinking about my parents reactions when I said I had to pick you up to night in order to tell them some belated news; they were so nervous about that little detail that they asked if you were pregnant." He scoffs.

I freeze yet again, as I blush embarrassed. I can't help but sink lower against the wall as I think about Grace a Carrick discussing Christian and I's sexual relationship. Yikes… "Yeah, that would be quite alarming."

He chuckles again, "I'm going to be there in 7 minutes, Ana. I'll also be dropping off Elliot, and a very drowsy Mia to the Kavanagh's as well- so we'll have the house alone with my parents while we… eh, discuss the situation."

"Okay… I'll see you soon."

"I love you, and I'll be there soon." And with that he hangs up the phone, and leaves me to my scrambles thoughts.

As I lifelessly make my way back to Kate's room- my head deep in the clouds- I close the door and start to change into my clothes from earlier in the day. Kate can clearly see I'm only there in body, but not in thought- yet she's still as persistent as ever.

"What was that, Ana?" Kate asks directly- now standing with her hands on her hips.

I turn towards the wall as I slid on my purple tank top, "Elliot, and Mia will be here in 5 minutes." I manage to breathe out.

I hope to Grace won't be too mad at Christian… I have no clue what to expect tonight.

"Ana! What the hell happened?" she demands. I sigh as I continue to do my hair into a bun with shaking hands.

"Nothing, Kate." I say almost absentmindedly- still staring into space.

"Well, there has to be something if your controlling boyfriend is driving all the way here in pitch black darkness to pick you up- plus, you have 'scared shitless' written all over you face, Anastasia. So tell me what's going on!" she demands once more.

I close my eyes once again- trying to straighten out the jumbled mess that is going on in my head. I already have this ahead of me and Christian; I do not need Kate breathing down my neck. I take deep calming breathes…

Christian needs me to be strong for him tonight, Christian needs me to be strong for him tonight… I chant over and over in my head. It's just odd knowing that Christian Grey's nervous of what will be the outcome when he usually has some sort of power over a situation. And then it hits me; Christian's scared… I pause for a moment in the middle of tying my shoe, adding another thought to contemplate over.

"Anastasia, answer me!"

I can't take Kate's need-to-know inquiry for another minute, before I know it the words spill out- leaving not one feeling in the closet of my thoughts.

"Kate, can you please quit trying to live my life for me, and accept the fact that there'll be something's that you won't know about!" I say exasperated, "Now, I know it's hard for you to stay out of my personal relationship when not needed, but you have to understand that this only concerns Christian and me. If you can respect that than I won't mind sharing a detail about it here and there but something's are private issues. You're my best friend but sometimes you're so over bearing, trying to be the ring master of my life because truthfully I think you don't think I can handle it myself! And I have no problem if you don't like Christian- you don't have to date him, just respect that I am! I love you, Kate, but please stop trying to be my mother; I already have one of those who try to screw with my life when she doesn't have the slightest idea about it in the first place!" I stop my rant when I see head lights shining through the spotless stain glass window. I turn back to Kate and see that she's absolutely shocked, and hurt. She blinks a few times as she goes to sit down on her bed- silent.

Without missing a beat I start to walk out the door, "I'm not sure if I'm coming back tonight or if I'm going home or staying with the Grey's, but I'll see you Monday." With that I leave the room, and- regretfully feeling like a total bitch- walk down the stairs.

I'm already regretting I spoke to Kate in the way I did. I know that she's trying to help but she has to know her boundary lines when it comes to my personal choices. In some way's I think that my outburst came from pure nerves and the unsureness of the current situation, but in another way I feel that it just needed to be done with.

I sigh deeply as I reach for the front door knob, and open the grand white door from the frame. Right before my eyes I see Elliot cradling tiny Mia in his arms- still in her Disney princess Pajamas, and sleeping soundlessly- her head pressed contently to his chest.

"Hey, Ann's!" Elliot smiles kindly, as he whispers a quiet, yet enthusiastic greeting to me.

I smile softly, "Hey, Elliot. Sorry, you had to come here so late in the night."

He shrug's whole-heartedly, "The night's still young," he winks. "Where's Kate?"

I sigh- knowing that the state he's going to find her in upstairs will be completely my fault, "Upstairs in her room." I murmur, "For Mia's sake I would leave her to sleep in the Family room for tonight."

He raises an eyebrow, "What happened?"

"Just Kate being-,"

"Kate," he finishes my sentence as he nods knowingly.

I bite my lip, "She'll explain it better than me, and just don't hate me after."

"I could never hate you, Ann's." he grins charmingly.

I giggle, as I wave my goodbye and get into Christian's soon-to-be car.

I slide into the passenger seat, and I'm greeted by Christian's slightly nervous, slightly tense features. I smile softly at him, and he to me, as we both lean into a reassuring kiss. I relish in the feel of his oh-so familiar lips pressing against mine- needing me to be with him right now, and, me, needing to be with him right now.

When we break away- still leaning towards the other, eyes closed in the totally darkness of the car (the only light is the soft gleam of the Kavanagh's porch light) – I cup the back of his head, "I know you can do this. I'm absolutely positive you can."

He sighs, "If only I can have that type of faith in myself."

"Good thing I'm here to do it for you," I giggle softly. He grins, and drives onto the main road, and into the night.

We sit in silence as he drives; I have my head leaning against the passenger window, as I think about what Kate is thinking right now- I feel like a completely horrible friend. But that's only secondary to what I'm really focused on.

"What's wrong? You very quiet…" Christian states.

I sigh, "Before I left the house, I yelled at Kate for always trying to be in our business."

Christian chuckles as he reaches over to place his hand on mine, "That's not a reason to worry, Baby. That woman needs a good dose of 'leave me the fuck alone'." He states dryly. "I'm proud of you for standing up to her."

Though he can't see it- I nod in half-hearted agreement, and entwine my fingers through his on my lap.

When we reach the front door of the Grey's house Christian turns to face me as- still holding hands- he says, "Are you sure you want to get yourself into this?" he swallows.

I nod, biting my lower lips, and hands slightly trembling, "Yes." My voice is hoarse.

He gives my hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. I know this is more than just a confession to his parents waiting on the other side of this door. It's almost an epiphany. Not only will he have his guard down, but in his mind- after sharing this news- it'll change his parent's point of view about him. Which I know is not true- after seeing how much they love their son, I can assure that they won't love him any less. But does Christian know?

With one last heavy sigh, Christian and I enter the house hand in hand, awaiting his fate.

We walk into the living room to find Carrick and Grace waiting patiently- sipping coffee- for Christian's arrival. Their eyes- once alight with worry- are now smiling at Christian and me as we walk hand in hand to them. Of course, I scold myself, Not only is this a night of truths being told, but this is also the first time that your introduced to them as their sons girlfriend. What great timing.

"Anastasia," Graces smiles widely at me, giving me a warm hug, "I'm so glad to see you, dear."

I blush as I greet her as well, "It's nice to see you again, Mrs.-," she gives me a polite smirk, "Grace." She smiles at me approvingly.

Carrick then greets me, "Anastasia, it's lovely to meet you again. And the same rule applies to me, call me Carrick." He smiles kindly.

I blush shyly, "Hi, Carrick."

He chuckles softly, and then clears his throat, "Now, what brings all of this to means, son?"

Before Christian answers he takes my hand and sits me down next him on the vas lounging couch. Grace and Carrick sit the opposite of us.

Christian clears his throat, "Before I begin I would like you to know that the reason Anastasia is here is because I couldn't have come to the means to tell you this without her encouraging words, and help on the subject. She made me realize that I can't keep you in the dark about this, and without her you probably wouldn't have heard about this at any point of time or very late in the game."

Both Grace and Carrick give me a grateful smile, proud that their son has someone as wonderful as me- if only they knew it was the other way around…

"Christian, your worrying us…" Grace quips.

"Yes, if you have something to say, son, just tell us." Carrick adds.

"For the short time I was working for Elena Lincoln she tried to persuade me into having sexual relations with her on countless occasions, and she has kissed me more than once in the pursuit of doing so." Christian states a pointedly.

I wince at how openly he says it, short, straight, and to the point. Like a Band-Aid, he says this without hesitating either, or turning back, looking into the eyes of his parents a poker face at all times, which makes it all the more shocking.

So there it is, the secret is now out. Like that horrible analogy of the tooth paste tube in Elementary school: Words that go out cannot go back in.

I stare at Grace and Carrick, my heart goes out to them as the news sinks into their very being. I rub slow reassuring circles on the back of Christian's hand- telling him that I'm proud. The room is silent for countless minutes as both his parents sit in utter shock at the words, almost as if they keep replaying his words in the their heads to make sure they've heard them right.

Like a vase' dropping to the floor and breaking into tiny fragments, I watch as so does Grace and Carrick's composer does the same. Once so delicate and fine, is now broken into smithereens of a mess. I don't blame them.

Elena was a close family friend; like finding that a sly, sneaky, predator has gotten into the tank of easy prey. That prey being her son none the less.

Another minute passes. Carrick looks completely disturbed as he takes Graces hand- thoughts somewhere else altogether. Grace is one breath away from breaking completely down, pursing her lips, and swallowing hard she begins slowly.

"How long did she try to persuade you, Christian?" She asks in the up most breakable voice. She can't keep her composure for long as a small sob is set free, she stops it by placing a clenched fist on her lips- waiting for his answer.

"Since the first week that the job started…" Christian says sadly, almost apologetically.

"Why didn't you just tell us, Christian?" Carrick asks, not accusing but I can see his disappointment on the subject. Not directed at Christian himself, but that any of this happened at all.

"I was scared to even speak of it," He says lost in thought, "She told me that you wouldn't believe me, she told me you'd think I was lying and that I was just the lost cause you seen at that hospital the day you adopted me. She told me that you'd always believe her over me. " He says sadly, clutching my hand in both of his. Trying to find his strength through me. I'll willing give all of it to him at this moment, all of it.

"That's ridiculous, Christian! You must know that," Carrick says sternly- now Grace is clutching a tissue in her hand as she sobs uncontrollably into Carrick's shirt. "We would have trusted your words, Christian, For God sakes!" Carrick raises his voice, as Grace sobs more into his shirt.

"I was scared," Christian retreats, "I didn't know… I didn't know…" he repeats over and over again sadly.

At this point I feel like I'm intruding on a personal family problem. Like an intruder, or a Tom. But Christian needs me here, and with that thought I know I must resist the urge to leave the room in this most private of matters and stay here only for him.

"Well, you should have, my poor, dear, obtuse, son!" Grace sniffs, "We love you so much, you could have said anything to us, and we would have taken your word for it." She begins to cry harder, not caring if any mascara smears.

"I'm sorry that I've failed you, I promise that I'll never take your love for me for granted again." Christian swallows back… a sob? I notice that he's not making eye contact with either of them, his eyes trained on an invisible spot on the carpet.

"Listen to me, Christian," Carrick sits straight to looks his son in the eyes. "You could never fail us, son."

"Christian," Grace tries to speak again without breaking down, "I want to know how she started to seduce you. I want to know everything." She demands.

With a sigh Christian sits up, bringing me with him- always touching me with whatever body part finds me first, always skin on skin.

"I was working outside, and she brought me a drink. After I made some smart ass remark she hit me right before kissing me… hard." Christian says darkly; being transformed back into that moment in time. My heart swells for this man; I had no idea that she hit him. That worthless excuse for a human, I'm trying hard not to let out a sob myself knowing that Christian needs me to be strong right now, but I can't help it as a silent sob escapes my lips.

Christian noticed, because as soon as it happened he looks at me with sorrow filled eyes as he embraces me into a warm hug, "Hey, don't cry, Baby. It's okay." He soothes. "It's okay…"

I hug him back, cradling his head in my hands, trying my hardest to remember that his parents are in the room and that I can't kiss him like I deeply want to.

"When did you tell, Ana?" Carrick asks.

Christian shifts in his seat, remember that day for all the bad that happened between us, "I didn't." he murmurs with regret. "She saw Elena kiss me on day outside of school. I pulled away from her after that and told her that I wasn't going to work for her if this became a pattern- the next week… I quit."

Grace's watery eyes find mine. I nod in her direction as if to signify he's telling the truth. She begins to cry again into Carrick's shirt, as he strokes her honey blonde hair lovingly.

"Shhh, calm down it could have been worse, they could have has sex. I'm just glad that Christian was a strong enough man to resist her repulsive intentions." He nods approvingly at his son.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Now, I think we should wait until the morning and file a report on the wretched woman, we can then continue this in court, and get a warrant to-," Carrick starts.

"No." Grace says sternly, taking all of us by surprise as she stands up and wipes away the remains of her mascara. "I want that sorry excuse for a human to get what she deserves as soon as she can get it."

"Now, Gracie, let's settle this with her like practical, responsible adults-,"

"Screw practical," she spits, "She tried to molest our son!"

I gape with admonishment at her, true gratefulness that she's not taking the high road- she's taking matters into her own hands and going to give Elena what she truly deserves.

"Now excuse my language, but I'm not going to let this pass with as little force as possible. That bitch will not get away from this without my two cents." She growls.

"What will our two cents be?" Carrick corrects as he stands next to her and looks her in the eyes. You can truly tell how much they love each other, because when push comes to shove they stay united.

She smiles up at her husband, "First, she's going to have to be here." With that she walks to the phone and dials the Lincolns number. I watch her in full Mama Bear mode.

With a polite nod in our direction Carrick walk into- what I think- is his study. With our time alone being so scarce Christian turns to me and kisses me roughly, lovingly, and even bit erotically, joy elating from him and to me. The war has ended and we have won the battle for sure. I kiss him back with the same compassion.

"You did it," I smile adoringly at him, "You did it," I say once more, a wider grin playing on my lips. All the stress of waiting, and wondering it finally happened. I lean my head against Christian as he kisses my forehead- God, I hope this isn't some dream that's too close to ending.

"We did it." He corrects, cupping my face.

Just then we hear Grace on the other end of the phone conversation, "I don't care if it's late at night, Elena, please get here as soon as possible." She tries her best to keep a calm voice, as she hangs up.

"But it's not over yet." Christian states dryly. I hug him closer around his torso.

Oh, snap. Mama Bear's loose, and free to claw at who she may! What do you think?