So, I had this idea and braced my porny self that I am actually gonna write a FSOG fanfiction! Hope you like it ;) we will be swinging between Ana and Christian POV. My Anna may come a little stronger than Anna in the books. A little more badass ;)

CPOV:

No. Fucking. Way.

I repeat the mantra over and over in my bounding head as I sit across from Ros, my right hand woman. She is ranting but all I can hear is one thing.

"…so I figured that I can't work here anymore.."

She is leaving! She is fucking leaving the ship after five years of being the rock of the company I built with blood and sweet. How can she let go so easily? This company is almost as much of her baby as it is mine. Well, you don't always make her feel that way, do you, Grey?

I didn't have to fucking say it!

I hear how she is taking about the new business she is planning to start on her own. And any normal fucker should be happy for his not only co-worker but the closest thing I have ever had to a friend. But I am far from normal. I am a selfish son of a bitch and I want her to stay, here. I close my eyes and start counting to calm my nerves. Going bat shit crazy on her now will do me no good. It will probably drive her away further. She must have sensed me tipping over the edge because she suddenly stops talking and let out a small sigh.

"You are not hearing, are you?"

"I can hear you perfectly well, Ms. Stinson" I open my eyes and meet hers. I see a flash of sorrow in her eyes as she recognizes the face I have just placed firmly. My impassive face is on and to top it all I am addressing her by her last name. Something I haven't done in three years. Yeah, I spent two years in last name basic with my most trusted employee. Sue me, I am a professional!

"I know you feel betrayed and probably a little hurt" I snore at that. Christian Grey doesn't get hurt! She chuckles and shakes her head. "Well, feed my ego, dickhead. I know that you will miss me" she smirks and I want to straggle her.

"Miss you?" I seethe trying hard not to snap. "You have been in that ship for five years, Rose. Five fucking years. And now you are just hopping out just like that" normally I don't ever admit that I actually need someone. I am that self-possessed. But Dammit, I don't need her but the company sure does!

"Do you think I will just leave you like this?! I am not that much of a bitch, Grey" she snaps and her face gets almost as red as her hair. "If you were listening to me" She takes a deep breath "You would have known that I am not leaving until one month from now"

"How generous of you! And here I thought you were leaving today!" sarcasm is the lowest point of humor, I believe. But right now, I am fucking serious and no one is joking.

"…through that month" she goes on ignoring my smart-ass comment. "I will be able to provide you will the prefect replacement"

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" I narrow my eyes at her.

"I have already started interviewing potentials. In two days dead, I will have two best choices whom I will train and mentor for four weeks. After that I will be choosing just one of them as a replacement and I am sure whoever that will be perfectly up for the task"

I rub my temple and try to hear what she is saying. It makes sense, of course. Rose is a reasonable woman. I take a good look at her. She has been looking like shit for two months but now she looks like the Rose I know. After a nasty divorce resulting in Rose getting her heart shattered by her ex-wife, Gwen. Whoever said that lesbians' marriages work because women understand each other, hasn't met Gwen. Let's just say I am glad she is out of picture. However I am pretty sure their split has a hand in Rose's decision to go on her own. She must have been questioning her life choices and all that crap. See, that is why I don't do long relationship. They are nothing but headache and heartache.

She needs this! She needs to go on her own and rediscover her potential. And no matter how selfish I am, I can't find it in my heart to hold her back in her time of need.

Since when do you have a heart, Grey?

Well, fair say, I don't even think I can hold her back. Her contract ends in two weeks and she will dump my sorry ass either way, then why hold a grudge?!

"Alright" I can't believe I am doing this. "But if I am not satisfied with the replacement, Rose…"

"You will be" She cuts me off. "Seriously, Grey. When have I ever disappointed you?"

She knows the answer to that question. Never.

That is why I knew there will never be a replacement even half as good as Rose. I feel cheated. There is really a situation where I am not in total and complete control. But in this one, I have no choice, no say in the matter and it is driving me insane. Never mind the fact that I haven't had a sub in five months now and I am slowly starting to lose my center. I run my hand through my hair and groan. Fuck, Grey, get a fucking grip!

Fuck, I need to see Flynn!

APOV:

I press my foot harder on the accelerator and hear the engine roars. The sound reaches my ears muffed. I realize that my vision is so burly as well. Shit, I didn't know I was crying. Don't cry. Don't fucking cry. You haven't earned the right to cry today. I will myself to stop the waterworks but the realization that I have lost all control over my traitorous body makes me break in another sob rocking my chest. I grip the wheel harder that I feel my palms starting to hurt. If I keep on driving like this I will soon crash and end my stupid life and to be honest the thought in awfully tempting.

Great, Steele. Congrats! You have passed the level of self-loathing and now you are actually suicide! Dad will be proud!

Remembering Ray is like a bucket of ice water on my red hot temper. I press my foot just as hard on the brakes and the car halts to a harsh stop almost causinga not-so friendly meet-cute between my face and the wheel. Well, thank fuck for that! I take a calming breath and try searching my brain a way to smooth myself. Well yeah, I know where to go. I start the car this time actually aiming for a place.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Three out of five! I am certainly out of my game today. I load the gun and make the stand, taking aim again. I aim and aim until I can't feel my hands anymore.

You are such a fucked-up ungrateful bitch, Steele.

Boom.

You didn't even want anything to do with guys and relationship? Now you changed your mind! You finally found someone nice and you have a good relationship with him but NO you have to be greedy, you have to have it all.

Boom. Boom.

When have you ever deserved it?

Boom.

The one is nailed right on the center.

"Ana" I feel someone tapping my shoulder and I jump like a ninja aiming my gun on the intruder. Shit, it is only Dean, the guy responsible for the gun-aiming department here. Relief washes over his wrinkled face once I lower my gun with a sigh. He gives me a tight smile. I am sure Dean was a gorgeous man one day. Dammit, he is even handsome now when he is in his sixties.

"Shit, Dean. You scared the crap outta me" I mutter trying to calm my racing breathe. The fact that I am on first name basic with Dean says much about how often I come to this place.

"Are you alright, darling? That session was quite intense" He smiles and I know he is fond of me. I normally enjoy flirting with him from now to then and he just laughs and tells me that a young lass should never have such a dirty mouth, I usually laugh in return and say that an old lad like himshould never have such a dirty mind. But frankly, right now, I am not in the mood.

"Just not my day" I shrug and try to give him a reassuring smile but fail miserably. I snitch the ear-covers of my head and drop the gun in the table. I wince and look at my hand. Oh, Fuck!

"Ana, did you forget to wear your gloves?" well, no shit, Sherlock! How can I be so stupid? How did I not feel the burning on my hands earlier? The worst part is I am still not full balanced. In fact, the shooting session hasn't calmed me one bit. "I thought I could trust you to follow the rules, Ms. Steele" Dean says in rare stern voice. Great! Now I have pissed off another person who cares about me with even realizing it.

Why do they even bother? They shouldn't!

Andddd the self-loathing party goes on.

Fuck, I need to see Flynn!

Guessed it already? Yeah, they will meet at Flynn's! next chapter, soon!

PS: Yep, Anna has a boyfriend, more drama to come. Things won't be as easy for Christ as It was in the books, but I promise he will get his most beautiful happy ending. Buckle up!

Reviews are love and suggestion and oh, let's see what you've got. FSOG fandom don't disappoint me! pretty please!