A/N: Hello and good evening, everyone! As you can tell by the title of this chapter… Mr. Grey is finally here! ;) This is a lengthy chapter, popcorn is suggested! :) Hope this chapter clears a couple of things up for you guys! I know I mentioned there were NO survivors last chapter and well, you'll find out some truth(s) this chapter.

Big thank you to UndercoverSquint for her guidance and notes for this chapter! Also, thank you to DiamondChild for taking a read and sharing her thoughts! You guys shower me with support and I'm so thankful for it! Check their stories out, they're both brilliant and talented writers! ;)

At this point, Christian is 27 and Ana is 25 - Present time.

Anywhoo, I hope you all enjoy this reveal in Grace's POV. There's a lot of reminiscing going on this chapter.

Please excuse any mistakes, this was one hell of a chapter to write!

Enjoy loves, see you at the bottom!

Chapter 9 - Mr. Grey Will See You Now

Four and a half years later (Present time)

GPOV

"Carrick, don't you think it's wrong that we're keeping this from him? Don't you think he deserves a right to know about his past? You don't think that keeping this from him will affect his future?" I ask astound at my husband and this plan he's conjured up.

"Gracie, honey," his face softens, "we have to respect Christian's wishes. He doesn't want to be Trevor Knight any longer. You saw that clear as day, right?" He looks me straight in the eyes, and I nod. "He woke up fully disoriented. We didn't approach him quickly, and he didn't manage to freak out when you eventually did. Now, his reaction to when the Pierce's walked in was concerning. You don't remember that he was demanding that they get out and not come back in as soon as he realized what was happening?"

I remember it just like it was yesterday. "I do, and watching it broke my heart for them. Christian had just woken up, not knowing what happened, and questioning who he was… He was panicked, and they just smothered him right away without any regard to how he's going to react or feel."

Carrick gives me a knowing look, "Do you see my point here? When you introduced Elliot, Mia and I... I didn't see any detection of fear in his eyes. I can't say the same for Elena because you know how her demeanor is, but that's beside the point." He clears his throat, "he didn't want to have anything to do with the Pierce's, Jack, or his old life. He's made that very clear. Even though I do feel bad for those being truly affected by his wishes... My hands feel tied here, but I will stand by Christian. I respect his decision, and I think we all should by keeping this a secret. No matter what. We can't tell him what happened in the past, no reminders. We need to start fresh, like opening a new book. We can't force him to do anything he doesn't want to. Dad and I will conceal anything about his past until he's ready to know, that is. But, until then, I will do this for him, for my son." A smile creeps up on Carrick's face as he calls Christian his son, and I'm in awe of my husband. But, as he was explaining that to me, I couldn't help but swallow a lump down my throat. "Don't you agree with me, Theo?" He turns to my father.

"I completely agree. That man has been through enough in his life. I mean, look at him! He survived a plane accident. Also, I saw it when he was just a teenage boy working in Adela's garden; there was something there… he seemed haunted, traumatized, closed off. But, you know what? Let's give him the fresh start that he deserves. His past doesn't define him. And we don't tell a soul, no matter what." Theo gives us 'the look.'

"Okay, I won't tell a soul, dad. But, if Christian asks about anything regarding his past, we are doing so as soon as possible, okay?" I look at my husband and dad, they nod. "I can't believe we're doing this, but he does deserve a fresh start after everything he's been through…"

"I'll speak to the Pierce's in regards to all of this and make sure that they don't interfere. If Christian is willing to get to know them, that will be entirely up to him. As for the Kavanagh's... I know they've relocated to Washington, so there's a chance that they might bump into each other for whatever reason. But, it's been years since they last saw him and him them. I'm sure they wouldn't remember him, and with Christian's memory loss, he wouldn't remember them either." Carrick explains. "Have you spoke to any of the Kavanagh's?" He asks.

"It's been quite awhile since I've last spoken to them. Years, I think..." I mention and Theo just a shakes his head.

"Good. So for now, we follow through with this plan." Carrick says seriously, "no reminders," he adds while both Theo and I just nod in agreement.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when the elevator pings announcing my arrival on the twenty-fifth floor of Grey House, it's 9 am.

"Good morning, Mrs. Trevelyan-Grey, Mr. Grey is in a meeting right now. But, feel free to roam around or have a seat. I'm sure he'll be done in no time." Andrea, Christian's PA smiles and gestures me to sit in the reception area.

"Good morning, Andrea! Enough of the formalities, I've known you long enough. You may call me, Grace, dear." I tell her, as I take a seat in the reception area. "Please," I add, sincerely.

"Mrs. Trev-, I mean Grace, thank you. But, I don't think Mr. Grey would like that." She says as she grabs some refreshments.

"Now, now! Don't you worry about my son, Andrea. I can handle the big boss," I give her a wink as she laughs, and I refuse the refreshments. I pick up a fashion magazine, and can't help but think about everything that's happened...

It's been four and a half years since the accident happened.

The accident that changed our lives and Trev- I mean Christian's life, forever.

Thinking about that day still puts me in knots. We lost him, but not in the sense that we all thought.

His memories.

They're gone.

Well, most of them, that is.

It's also been four and half years since my husband, father and I vowed to keep this secret locked away from Christian for as long as it's needed. The guilt still eats me alive sometimes, but just seeing how connected Christian can be with us, his family… it makes keeping the secret worth the while. We made sure there are no reminders of his past.

"Grace?" I hear the elevator ping, announcing someone's arrival, and it's our good friend, John Flynn. I stand up to greet him.

"John, it's nice to see you, bright and early!" I hug him and gesture him to take a seat next to me.

"Well, you know, I'm an early bird. I'm surprised he has this session at this time in the morning, he usually has them earlier than this."

"I don't know why he scheduled it at this time, but I'm just happy to be here for him."

In the middle of us conversing, we hear the voice of my son and a gentleman.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Winters. We'll be in touch." Christian shakes the gentleman's hand, turns around to walk into his office, and the door shuts behind him.

After five minutes, Andrea approaches us, "Mr. Flynn, Mr. Grey will see you now." John stands up and heads towards Christian's office.

I'm now left in the reception area alone, again. So, I decided to rummage through the pile of magazines. Elite Magazine is my choice, and that's because my brilliant boy has a picture in the corner. I'm aware that he doesn't do interviews, so maybe he decided to let up a bit and actually do a short one. I turn to the page and scope out for that interview. I finally reach page 15 and begins to read through it.

Kristen Hudson: "This is Kristen Hudson with Elite Business Magazine. Today, I'm here at Grey House in Seattle with the one and only, Christian Grey. First off, I'd like to thank you for taking your time out of your day to do a short interview with Elite Business Magazine, Mr. Grey."

Christian Grey: "Thank you for the introduction. It's no problem."

Kristen Hudson: "Let's get to it, shall we?"

Christian Grey: "Whenever you are ready, Ms. Hudson. The floor is yours."

Kristen Hudson: "You are very young to have amassed such an empire... To what do you owe your success?"

Christian Grey: "To what do I owe my success? My family and some of our close friends. But, who I'd like to owe my success to is mainly my parents, brother, and sister who have always kept me grounded. They've shown me a lot of love and support for what I've wanted to do, and so with that, I went out and did it. Without them, I have no idea who or where I would be."

Kristen Hudson: "That's really sweet, Mr. Grey. You sound like a family man. How about business wise?"

Christian Grey: "I am, thank you. And business is about people. And I've recently learned how good I am at people. What motivates them, what incentivizes them, what inspires them."

Kristen Hudson: "Maybe you're just lucky."

Christian Grey: "I've always found the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. One of the keys to my success has been in identifying talented individuals and harnessing their efforts."

Kristen Hudson: "It sounds as if you're a control freak, Mr. Grey."

Christian Grey: "I'm actually not. I just truly know people, you can call it a gift."

Kristen Hudson: "Fair enough. Your company is involved primarily in the telecommunications sector, yet you also invest in numerous agricultural projects, including several in Africa. Is that something you feel passionate about? Feeding the world's poor?"

Christian Grey: "Yes, I'm extremely passionate about it. I love helping people; I think I get that from my parents. Also, it's smart business. You don't agree?"

Kristen Hudson: "So, you're a philanthropist? Also, I don't know enough about it, yet. But, I know someone who does."

Christian Grey: "That I am. Well, tell that person that maybe we should conduct some business together."

Kristen Hudson: "You'd be open to that?"

Christian Grey: "I'd be willing to hear the person out, yes. Conduct business? That truly depends on the person."

Kristen Hudson: "I'll keep that in mind. What do you like to do for fun, Mr. Grey? Besides dinners, galas, boardroom meetings, traveling, and all."

Christian Grey: "Spend time with my family. My mom makes frequent Sunday family dinners plans; we also go sailing on my boat which I named after my mother. I also love gliding, amongst other things."

Kristen Hudson: "Sounds like you know how to have fun! You don't seem like the intimidating CEO that you're well known for."

Christian Grey: "When my family is involved, I know how to 'have fun,' if that's what you want to call it. But, when it comes to business, Ms. Hudson, you most certainly can't be soft. There's competition everywhere, and I strive always to do my best. If that's being 'intimidating,' then so be it. But, I handle business well, I know that for one."

Kristen Hudson: "I see that. I admire your work, Mr. Grey. You've accomplished so much in the short years you've built your business. I have no more questions, and I'd like to thank you for your time, Mr. Grey."

Christian Grey: "No problem, Ms. Hudson. Thank you."

There you have it, ladies and gentleman! Christian Grey CEO of Grey Enterprise and Holdings Inc., Seattle's youngest self-made millionaire, also named Seattle's Most Eligible Bachelor, and quite possibly one of the nicest men to interview is just like the rest of us! Just by this short interview, I was able to capture that Mr. Grey is very family oriented, business-minded, passionate, and extremely hard working. He genuinely cares about the world and not just for the money. He isn't like many of the CEO's out there who are just out for there trying to make the 'next big thing,' Christian Grey IS the next big thing, and he knows it, I'm sure. We'll catch Mr. Grey at his mother's Charity Gala coming up in the next few months!

- Kristen Hudson, Journalist for Elite Business Magazine

Reading this and see how much Christian acknowledges family in this interview really makes me emotional. I'm so happy, so proud to have him as my son, and he fits perfectly into our family. I'm amazed by him.

But, I also can't help but feel melancholy while thinking back to all those years ago when he worked at my parents' house in Tennessee because even then, I always viewed him as my son. I didn't know exactly what happened to him, but I knew there was something still there.

A connection.

Something drew me to him, and I didn't know what it was. It was a force to be reckoning with, but I didn't give in.

He was very proper and always guarded, also, he rarely ever did talk about himself. I knew he lived in a foster home since the age of eight, but I never understood why. I was a pediatrician for only a couple of years before I became a child psychologist, and I've learned to be very observant of people. I observed him and just knew there was a story behind what he had been through, but I didn't want to push. His gray eyes told me a lot, but not enough. The person he opened up to was Carrick, mostly about his goals and aspirations he had for himself, and I was happy about that. He had someone he could talk to.

And now, I can't help but smile. My sweet boy has attained those goals and aspirations. He's changed so much in the past couple of years' since we adopted him. Much to Carrick's disappointment, Christian didn't have aspirations of being a lawyer, like he was before the crash. He mentioned no such thing at all; it was quite shocking. So, six months later after a lot of therapy and support from our whole family, he came up with a business proposition. Carrick relented with a positive attitude while both he and Theo agreeing that it's an excellent business plan and so, they gave him the start-up money.

Now, three and a half years later, Christian has become Seattle's youngest self-made millionaire and Seattle's most eligible bachelor. Apparently, not a lot of people can claim that. But, my boy can. He really did amass such an empire. We soon learned how hard-working Christian could be and we couldn't be more proud. Sure, he did spend a lot of his time sleeping at his office for a couple of months, but it's true when they tell you that hard work definitely pays off.

xxx xxx

Two hours later, Christian walks out of his office and approaches me. "Hi mom, you look lovely as ever." He kisses me on the forehead and then gives me a huge hug.

"Oh, sweet boy! How are you?" I hold on tightly because all I've been doing is reminiscing this morning, and my emotions are escaping me.

"I'm good, mom. John would look to see you for a few moments if you don't mind. I have a quick meeting with Ros about something, so I should be out when you are." He smiles at me and escorts me to his office door.

"Of course. Thank you." I walk into his office, and the door closes behind me.

John gestures me to take a seat on Christian's couch as he takes a seat in his leather chair.

"So Grace, how have you been?" He asks me curiously.

"I'm doing good," I answer curtly.

"Grace, we both know that's not how you really feel. Don't kid with a therapist," he laughs. And I sit there silently while John gives me that one eyebrow raised look.

"Okay," I relent. "I've just been so worried about Christian. Ever since the incident, us adopting him, and his company; he seems a bit closed off sometimes. It's like he's so lost in his thoughts and you can't pull him out. Some days seem better than others; I'm just worried. I think that sometimes I worry too much. Should I be this worried, John?"

"Grace, you have to understand that Christian cannot recall a lot about his life before the accident and with that being said, I understand exactly why you worry." He tells me sincerely. "I'd be worried too if I were you. So, you're not alone in that sense."

"I know we've had this discussion before, but I think it'll be good to rehash it. How do you think Christian feels about the adoption?" I tense at his questioning.

Friendly conversation, Grace.

"I think at the time, he felt relieved," I breathe, "and he still does. You see, Christian was very adamant about wanting a new life. He didn't want to 'be this Trevor Knight' he said. He is not Trevor Knight he stressed to us over and over again. He didn't know who that person was and he didn't want to be that person that he no longer remembers." I remember the memory just like it was yesterday. "When we mentioned the name 'Christian,' he was elated. He mentioned how he thought the name was good for a fresh start. So naturally, we went with it."

Tears begin to fall, "when I locked eyes with him in that hospital bed, I just knew… you know? Although, I think I've always known. That nagging feeling when you're drawn to someone? I've always been drawn to Christian in some unorthodox way. I think, maybe he felt the same about me," more tears fall from my eyes. "But, when he saw Carrick again, I mean, really saw him... that was it. Christian was taken with Carrick, and I believe it was because of the bond they had when he worked at my parents' place and when he moved to Seattle to be a lawyer under Carrick." I smile at the thought, "Christian and Carrick were always so close. He was also close to Elliot." John hands me a tissue, "I think Christian was always meant to be part of our family. I feel it. Carrick and I actually spoke about it all those years ago when we would visit my parents in Tennessee. But, with everything going on with adjusting to having Elliot… we just couldn't. You remember how hard it was for us to adjust! Then, when we had the chance, we didn't do it. For what reason? I can't recall right now, but I'm sure it was a good one." A couple more tears roll off my cheek, "after spending time with him in the hospital. It was pretty clear the bond we shared with him. We didn't push him, and we most certainly didn't have to adopt him, but it was his choice. He seemed happy with it, and we were, too." I feel my body slowly relax.

"I think it's great that you guys' chose to adopt him. I don't think there would have been any other way." I smile.

"Right?" I'm so glad we adopted him.

He got the 'new life' he was very determined he wanted.

Now for the next topic that's always been bothering me...

"I remember nightmares he had when he first stayed with us… and now..." I begin to say, but John starts to speak.

"Grace, his nightmares are from what I presume is from his childhood, and he still cannot recall everything. It can be extremely frustrating. But, I think that's a good thing. Look, I was able to get a copy of his doctors report before he was put into the foster care system and let me tell you... there are horrific things that happened to him when he was at such a young age." I cringe at the thought that such horrid things happened to my Christian. "Just reading that report gave me some nightmares." I sigh at this.

"Is that why he has eye bags again? He's having nightmares again, right John?" I ask, alarmed.

John just gives me that look, "as a friend; I'll say yes. But, as colleagues, you know I can't tell you what Christian and I discuss in depth about during our sessions, Grace. Client and patient confidentiality. If you want to know what's going on with him, I think it's best that you ask him, personally."

"I get that. Thank you, John. His nightmares… Does that have to do with the scars on his chest and upper back?" I've always wondered how he got those, and I know exactly what they are. But, my question is… who caused him such pain? Who would inflict that type of pain towards a sweet boy like him? Even though I knew him since he was around the age of fifteen… I wouldn't dare think that his foster parents would do such things.

"All I can share with you is that they are part of his past, he was a young boy when this was done to him. I'm sure you've seen the scars, so you have an idea what they are. Has he discussed them with you?" He adjusts his glasses.

"Well, he did bring it up, but I had no idea what they were. I have his folder from when he was put into foster care, and I'm sure his medical reports are all there. I haven't taken a look at it personally because I was just trying to focus on Christian and the new life that he so badly wanted."

"And how about his foster parents?"

I let out a sigh of relief, "well, Christian refused to see the Pierce's after they were first kicked out of the room like downright refused. Nothing was changing his mind. We had to respect that. The Pierces, they had to respect that, and they did." John nods, "we tried again a couple of days later… it was just as bad as the first. So, a week and a half later, we explained the situation of their Trevor and our Christian, it was clear as day. They understood and didn't protest. But, I could see it in their eyes that they were crushed. But, they didn't want to refuse their Trevor of what he wanted. So, it was his decision, ultimately. He wanted us to adopt him; there were no if, and or buts. So, by the time he had been fully discharged, the adoption was complete. Carrick was able to pull some strings to make it all happen very quickly."

John looks up at me with adoration. "Remember medical reports you have on hand?" I nod, "I think if you take a look at it, it can shed some light on a couple of things. Mostly a lot of the questions you have can be answered there, and I think that's best." I nod again, "I think it's such a great thing what you guys did for Christian. While even though he doesn't remember his memories of how or why he's still the same person he has always been. He didn't lose those core traits about himself; I'm sure you've noticed that. Also, he is still deeply connected with you guys' in a way that no one could possibly understand." John smiles at me. "I'm also glad that his foster parents didn't force him to be who Christian refused to be. I'm also glad they didn't stop Christian from connecting with you guys' and letting the adoption happen on his terms."

"Yes, and I couldn't be more thankful." I beam.

"So now… how about his foster parents, how are they doing now? Also, his foster brother Jack, how is he?" He taps his leg on the ground.

"Well, they call from time to time to check on Christian. I'm sure this is hard for them. They've known him as Trevor and helped shape him into the young man he was all those years ago. So, I think that's why they're a bit distant. They're not used to who Christian is now, and I'm sure that takes a lot of time getting used to. I don't blame them, not at all. But, I'm sure, with given time, they'll want to get to know Christian again. I don't mind it as long as Christian doesn't. It's all up to him. But, they're strangers to him, and I think that's what hurts." I sigh heavily, "As for Jack, well… he's crushed. They were close. Trev-er- Christian would call him while they were both still in college and they'd always kept in touch when he moved to Seattle. Now, Jack quit his job at a Random House Publishing in New York and recently got the same position out here at Seattle Independent Publishing. I think he just wants to reconnect with his foster brother, but I don't know if it is quite possible. I'm not against Christian trying, but if he chooses to, that's his choice. I don't want to overwhelm Christian too much with his past." I explain, and it feels good to let this out.

"Hmmm. I get it, Grace. I am glad no one is pushing Christian to come face to face with his past or old identity. Also, you are right. Don't overwhelm Christian too much with his past, either. He may not react nicely, and you wouldn't want that. Just let Christian live his life and if he wants to reconnect with those people, let it be done on his terms. I'm sure they're hurt, and that's completely understandable. You know this already," he raises a brow at me, "but, I'll continue anyway. They have to understand that Trevor is no longer there; it's an identity Christian can no longer connect himself to. He still has the same characteristics and the essence of the "Trevor" they know and love, but he's taken on a new identity, and while he may not have the same name, it doesn't mean he doesn't have the same core personality or morals. Memories don't change a person; it just disables the ability for them to remember how they came to be that person. But, again, you already know that," he chuckles. "You also know that, if they want to be involved in Christian's life, they have to accept him as Christian. He has embraced who he is and is comfortable in his own skin, he owns his own company now, and he does enjoy his life." John says, "they wouldn't hinder that by resurfacing in his life again." I nod in understanding.

"You're right; I guess I just needed to hear it again. My next thing is, what about the dreams? The good ones? The one he keeps talking about… a brunette girl with no face? I understand why dreams occur, but he's just so… attached." Who is this brunette girl? I've always wondered. He'd tell me about it, but sometimes… I just don't understand why it affects him so profoundly.

"They're just dreams. I don't know why he has them, but I'm sure somewhere deep in his subconscious, he knows exactly who it is. But, due to the memory loss... his memories are severely suppressed. I wouldn't dwell too much, and they seem to keep the nightmares at bay some nights." I smile at this answer. I have no idea who this brunette girl is in his memories, but I'm glad he can get some nights of sleep

"Have you, Carrick, and your parents thought about having a sit down with Christian and finally tell him about his old life as Trevor Knight?"

"No, absolutely not. Carrick, my parents and I made a promise, a vow that we would never subject Christian to his old life. If you were only there, John when he woke up and continued on and on about how he is no longer Trevor Knight… well, you can understand why we made that decision. No matter what we won't spring information onto Christian unless he wants to. And that has to be on his terms like you mentioned about everything else. It's not fair to him, and it wouldn't be fair to him if we do that now, after everything." I stress, and John nods in understanding.

"I understand why you guys made that decision, Grace. It's just something to continue thinking about. You don't want to keep all that bottled up inside, and that's why I'm here for all of you, not just as a colleague, but as a friend. Also, you are right, and it's on Christian's terms." He tells me, "Now, the last thing… how's Susannah?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"She's good," I reply curtly, and he raises a brow at me. "Well, as you know, she's a nice young lady. I mean, what's there to say? She was there when Christian woke up. We were having dinner with both Elena and Susannah when the Pierce's called us about the accident. They wanted to come with us." Now that I say that out loud, it sounds a little weird. "Anyways, Susannah was really nice and helpful to our family during the aftermath of everything. Her, Elena, and Linc… they've been there for us. Christian and Susannah have a seemingly good relationship with each other." I explain but don't want to share what my real thoughts are about Susannah.

I continued, "I also think she wants to further things with Christian… But, I don't think that Christian is quite ready for that yet. She has a powerful personality, and I don't think, I don't know if Christian is attracted to her in any way."

"I see. Susannah is a nice young woman, and is one of the only women outside of your family that I've met during Sunday dinners," he explains nonchalantly. "Just saying," he laughs. "Well, I think that's all. I just wanted to let you have a chance to let what you've been holding inside, out. This hasn't been easy on any of you, so just know that I am not only here for you and Christian, but my help extends to your family as well." John smiles at me.

"Well, thank you for talking with me, John. I appreciate all you've done for Christian and my family." I tell him sincerely as I stand up from the couch.

"Of course, Grace. You know I am always here for you guys. Christian has not only been my patient, but he's also become a good friend. He's a good person, you know. You're helping him become a fine young man. Just continue to be patient with him, all of you. I know it's not easy, but it's worth it. All kids are worth it." He pats me on the shoulder, reassuringly.

"Thank you, John. You'll understand the feeling very soon. I think I've taken too much of your time. I'm sure you have other patients to see." I tell him, and he chuckles.

"Yes, I do, then I must go home to Rhiann. She's been staying at home since she's been having back pains from the pregnancy." He tells me, and I am looking at him in such awe.

"Well, look at you! Such a good husband! Well, I can't wait to meet the darling little boy," I tell him as I open the door, and we walk out. In the reception area stands Taylor, Christian's CPO and my CPO Stevens with my cup of coffee. I take it from him elated for a cup of joe, and he chuckles. "Hello, Taylor! How is your morning going?" I acknowledge Taylor who is standing next to Stevens with his hands behind his back.

"I'm doing well, ma'am." He answers professionally.

"Taylor, you've been protecting my son for a couple of years now! Feel free to call me Grace," I offer politely, but I know he won't.

"Mrs. Grey or ma'am works well with me, ma'am." I nod and let it go. I knew I wouldn't win that one, but I tried. Taylor has seriously been almost like family to us. He keeps my son safe, and I'm forever grateful for him and my sons' security team. I take a seat at and John leaves, about twenty minutes later, Christian arrives.

"Ready to go, mom? Want to grab some lunch?" I nod.

Christian escorts me to the elevator with Taylor and Steven's following close behind.

"How does The Mile High sound?"

"Sounds great, son. Let's go."

We enter the elevator and go straight to the SUV.

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Upon entering The Mile High Club, we were seated in our usual private area.

"The usual, mom?" Christian asks me while he raises his hand for the waiter.

"Sure. But, can I get soda water with a squeeze of lime?"

"Of course mom, anything you want." He says as the waiter approaches our table. Christian orders our food and I think this is the best time to ask how his sessions have been going.

"How was your session today, honey?" I ask as I lay the napkin on my lap and Christian does the same.

"It was intense, but needed." He answers shortly.

"Why did you need it?" I ask with curiosity.

"Mom, I just sat through a two-hour therapy session with my therapist. Do you really think I'd like to go through another session with you?" He asks me sounding a bit aggravated.

I sigh, "honey, I'm just wanting to know how everything is going. I can tell you haven't been sleeping well. I see those purple-ish bags under your eyes."

He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, "the nightmares. They've been keeping me up." He says with a pain expression.

"What are they about?" I ask concerned about my son's well being.

"I don't exactly know. I'm trying to piece them together, but for some reason, I can't. I get these flashes of things, but I don't know why. One minute, I'm having fun in some living room with toys, then next I'm being dragged around by my shirt by some man." He explains, and my heart aches.

"Can you see the man?"

"That's the thing; all the faces are blurred. The man… he… he… burns me… with… with… cigarettes. He did it, mom! I can't even see the face of the man who did this to me!" He stresses, and I put my hand over his.

"Christian, please calm down. I didn't mean to upset you." He tries to breathe slowly and deeply through his ragged breathing.

"Let's not talk about it, okay?" He closes his eyes, and I nod.

After two minutes, he opens his eyes and gives me a small smile. "I saw the interview you did for Elite Business Magazine, how did that go?" I ask, intrigued.

"Well, I was supposed to be interviewed by someone else, Elite Business Magazine's 'top journalist,' but apparently, she was too busy. The person they sent in replacement of her was friendly and courteous. I had no issues, and it went by relatively quick. I don't usually do interviews, but I thought by at least doing one… everyone else would back off."

"I understand, son. You've just accomplished so much in the short amount of time that GEH has come to life, and I'm sure everyone wants to know who's behind such a successful business. I wouldn't doubt that it inspires so many people." I tell him honestly. "Also, I'm glad it went well. I know you aren't fond of interviews. And did you see that picture they had of you? So handsome!"

"I had Andrea send it in. I didn't want any reason as to why they would need to contact me again." I nod.

"You know, I'm so proud of you, Christian. We all are, especially your father. You are so selfless and caring about those who are in need of help; I'm in awe of you." I tell genuinely tell him.

"Thank you, mom. I just want to make you guys proud."

"You do, Christian. You most definitely do."

The waiter comes with our drinks and food; we begin to eat and continue to have small talk.

We're enjoying our lunch, and then we hear a familiar voice. "Christian?" We both stop eating and turn in the direction of the voice. She comes clutched onto Elliot's side to our table.

"Susannah, hello." Christian stands up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, "you look lovely today," he mentions. "Hey, bro." He says to Elliot and hugs him.

"Hi, Grace!" Susannah approaches and hugs me.

"Hey mom," Elliot kisses me on the cheek. "Little Bro! Fancy seeing you here!" He tells Christian as they hug, and Christian's usual answer, 'I own the place' with a smile.

"What are you doing here today?" Christian asks them both.

"I'm just out having lunch with Elliot," she says excitedly, "he's helping me with a project that I've got going on." She beams proudly, and Elliot just nods in agreement.

"How lovely!" I say, "and how was your lunch?" I ask while taking a bite of my salad.

"Very interesting," Elliot says, and Susannah gives him this look. "It was delicious," he adds.

"I love hanging out with Elliot; he's such a jokester." Susannah grins.

I hope Elliot isn't trying to state that something is happening between him and little Ms. Lincoln.

"Well, sorry that we have to cut this short, we've got to get going. Elliot has some places to show me, and I've got other things to do afterward," Susannah says in a rush.

"Yeah, we've gotta go! Sorry, mom and little bro! But, work is work!" He says and gives me another kiss on the cheek and a fist bump to Christian.

I've never seen Susannah or Elliot act like this before.

"See you later, Grace." Susannah hugs me, and then Christian stands up like the gentleman that he is to see her out.

"Let's grab lunch soon, yeah Christian?" She goes in to hug him, and he kisses her on the cheek.

"Of course. You know how to contact me." Christian sits back down while Susannah and Elliot leave the restaurant.

We continue to eat, and I just can't get this nagging feeling away from me. Susannah's behavior was so odd. I wonder if Christian noticed that.

"Son, did you notice Susannah's behavior towards Elliot and vise versa?"

"Hmmm. No, not really. Susannah always acts like that." Christian explains as he takes a sip of his wine.

"Are you sure? I've certainly never seen her like that."

"I'm sure, mom. Susannah has always had a bold personality. Now I know you know that. Elena is the same way."

"Yes, that I do know. But, the way she spoke to Elliot… it was interesting. It's like they were hiding something, I'm not sure. But, I've never seen that before."

"I don't think so, mom. They were discussing business, as they mentioned. You know Susannah, when it comes to work and business, she's really serious about it. Don't over analyze it, her or Elliot. Susannah is sweet and caring. Plus, you know how Elliot is, he loves to help out people, and the fact that we're close to the Lincoln's… well, you know. But, she is always like that, you just never took notice, I guess." I think long and hard before I give a tight nod.

"You're right. Elena does also have a powerful and bold personality as well. I guess I just never actually see it happen before my own eyes like that. It was just weird." I say but can't shake off this feeling as we continue with our lunch.

He's right, though.

But still, something in my gut keeps on nagging me about Susannah Lincoln.

Maybe she was trying to make Christian… jealous?

Maybe she didn't expect Christian not to care?

I just don't know what it is.

But I decide it's best that I just shrug it off.

As we continue with lunch my phone rings, I look down, and it's my father, Theo. I pick up quickly.

"Hello, dad!" I answer cheerfully. It's been awhile since I've spoken to my parents or visited them, I miss them dearly.

"Grace? I need you to come to Tennessee as soon as possible!" His voice sounds panicked.

"What's wrong, dad?" I ask as I try to tell Christian that we should go now.

"Adela… she… she… she died." He says, and I gasp audibly as tears begin to form in my eyes.

"How… What happened?" I ask in shock.

"Listen, just come to Tennessee, and we'll have everything explained! Hurry Grace, please." My dad begs.

"Okay dad, we'll be there as soon as possible." I hang up and begin to cry.

"Mom, what's wrong? What happened?" Christian asks as he offers his hand for me to stand so that we can leave.

"We need to go to Tennessee, Christian. Can you get your jet ready as soon as possible? Adela, my mother, your grandmother… She… she died." I say as I break out in tears. Christian comforts me.

"I'll get to it, mom. Come on; let's get you out of here. Taylor!" He shouts, and I nod as we leave the restaurant with Taylor in tow.

We're in the car, and I hear Christian on the phone making arrangements for Tennessee, while I'm just silently crying right next to him, clutching my phone in my hand wondering if I should call Carrick now or later. Christian hangs up the phone after barking orders and grabs hold of my hand.

"Don't worry mom; we're going to Tennessee." I nod and begin to violently sob, leaning on my son's shoulder while he's hugging me with one arm, and caressing my shoulder; letting me know that he's here for me.

? POV

I'm seething as I get home and throw my shit on the floor.

I take my phone out and give a call to the one person I know will listen to me, no matter what time it is or how angry I am. I hover my thumb over the number and hit call, my contact answers immediately.

"Listen well; I've got a lot to say! You know, I've been around his ass for four and a half fucking years, and you'd think you'd be able to get somewhere with him? But, no. All he does is work his ass off and spend time with his "loving" family. That's fucking all." I hiss. "But you know, lucky for me because after the accident I knew that with his memory loss, he wouldn't remember a damn thing! But, fuck did I hit the jackpot when Christian woke up and didn't even know his own goddamn name! Can you believe that?" I yell.

"He lost that much of his memory? Damn, that sucks."

"Yup," I pop the P, "And I knew him even back then, yet now, he has no idea how." I laugh sinisterly, "and now, he will never be able to make the connection. Which also means, he doesn't remember her, and to my delight, he hasn't mentioned her once."

His memories are really lost, gone with a high chance that they won't be coming back... thank God! It's been what? Four fucking years? Good riddance!

"But, do you know what the problem is? I don't see him trying to move on at all. I've seen him flirt with women, yes, but I don't think he's ever gone any further than that. Fucking pussy! And why the hell not?" I ask.

"Because he's a fucking idiot. There's plenty of pussy around, but he doesn't want a taste? What a fucking waste of a dick," my contact says.

I know he's still holding onto this fucking dreaming bullshit, but come on? They're just fucking dreams.

Well, he needs to get the fuck over it.

"Exactly. And you know what? I fucking worked my ass off to hide a lot of vital information of that fucking mess of an accident he was in without getting caught! Four and a half years later? And I still haven't gotten caught. I'm that good. Doesn't it also feel good to know people and have dirt on them? A lot of dirt?"

"Correction, we worked our asses off, remember that!" My contact snarls, "and sure it makes it all the more fun," my contact snickers.

Fucking bipolar ass.

We continue or chatter until my phone beeps, telling me it'll die soon, and I'm too lazy to grab a charger.

"Look, I've got to go. My phone's going to die. I'm going try and relax, maybe eat then take a shower. I'll talk to you later, got it?"

"Got it, bye." I hang up.

As I grab some order some delivery, I take a seat on the couch and think about how the plan was all set in motion. It was easy as hell when you have all the information at your disposal.

The cover was one hell of a pay up, but he's worth it. And now that's he's a millionaire, he's even more worth it.

When I heard what exact site the plane crash was at, I called a friend of mine to check out the site, find and drag Christian's ass to the hospital that I had connections to. They were also instructed to leave anyone else behind. So, before the media caught wind of everything, it just seemed as if there were no survivors.

That's what's the media reported at first, dumb fucks.

Once they caught wind of the lone survivor who was able to get far enough away from the crash, they were all over it like fucking leeches. It was big news, and I was gloating on the sidelines. But, little did they know there were two survivors.

Dumbasses.

Regarding that 'lone survivor,' he got a little pep talk from some people when they found him next to Christian's body, and he was scared shitless. Pussy. I paid him off by taking care of his medical expenses, and also gave him enough money to leave the county under an alias after he's fully recovered. He would get his fifteen minutes of fame with the media, and that's enough. He agreed and was all for it. He was also threatened to never speak of the other survivor, or he'd be dead, no matter where he was in the world. We'd find him.

Safe to say, he'll keep his trap shut.

Now, with Christian, I made sure he had a private team of doctors, nurses, and specialists to his disposal and tended to him when needed. And no one besides the team, a few others and I knew what had been done; we took an oath. They were to act 'natural' in front of The Pierce's, Grey's and whoever else would show up in that damn hospital room, so that no one would suspect a thing or there would be hell to pay. Paying off the doctors was as easy as fucking pie; they'd bat an eyelash for a sum of money.

Greedy fuckers.

I was even able to get a death certificate under "Trevor Knight," signed by a friend of mine to make it look legitimate.

Signed, sealed, sent.

I wish I could have seen her face when she got that. It would have been classic.

Now, I just have to make sure that I keep everything under wraps like I've been able to for years now. It hasn't always been easy, but it hasn't been as difficult as I expected.

Continuing to play the part is the only thing I have to do really, and I'm doing a hell of a job at it. I just have to try and have more patience. I can't afford to fuck up now, while I've been sitting pretty for how many years now?

No one has even fucking noticed a damn thing about the plans I've made and accomplished.

I should win an award for my acting skills.

Of course with answers, there's always more questions! ;)

There you have it; he's now Christian Grey! But, he's always been in my story, I just had him under a different name, 'Trevor Knight.' I chose for him not to have him adopted at such a young age by the Greys. I was dropping a couple of hints like gray eyes, brown/copper-ish hair, and connections to the Trevelyans/Greys. He does have the same background as canon, but I didn't make his haphephobia severe.

Hope this chapter cleared up some things for you guys!

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