Christian had called both Barney and Welch as Taylor drove to where he now knew the Van Ransburg house was. The drive was only about an hour long and he barely spoke to his loyal bodyguard the whole way, fully aware that Taylor would try and talk him out of what he was going to do.

Both Barney and Welch essentially told him the same things, but he didn't really press much further, listening to their words with a numb passivity. His father was Lewis Van Ransburg, from Cape Town initially and a member of a large and fairly rich family. He had moved constantly around the world as part of his job with the family's business and it was this that had led him to be in Detroit about twenty seven years previously, when Christian was conceived. He had only been there for three days and had probably no knowledge that he had a son. A few years later he had ended up in California where he had married his pregnant girlfriend, though the relationship had ended four years later. The Van Ransburg's company had stopped US imports and exports the same year, and Lewis had taken a job with an investment company in Washington State. His wife had left him with the child and taken off, leaving him to raise Ivy alone. After that there wasn't much information on Lewis, only that he had lived with his daughter in various places over Washington State over that last few years, making a relatively okay income. The only references from recent years were his medical records for his deteriorating kidney problem, and for the police records.

The records weren't actually for Lewis, they were for Ivy. As she was a minor he was referenced on them all and Welch had found them easily. There were quite a few police records in Ivy's name, ranging from runaway incidents to the third time she was arrested under the possession of Class A drugs, and the time she was found in possession and high on School Premises. Christian had paled at this news and the phone was on the car's speakers, meaning that Taylor could hear it all too. They exchanged a glance but listened as Barney had continued telling them about Ivy. She had graduated a year early with a brilliant GPA, and was clearly incredibly bright, taking tests in both Afrikaans and French to further her GPA. That was about as much as either men could gather and apologised, although Christian was silently quite proud that they had found out that much in that amount of time. He didn't tell them that though.

Taylor had stopped the car outside the house ten minutes before, and Christian had silently stared at the building from inside. It was a traditional Colonial house of average size, with pillars, a porch and a relatively well kept garden. The sun was starting to go down a little and Christian simply sat staring intently at the house until Taylor muttered 'Sir…' and he looked up, following his bodyguards line of sight. A figure was standing at the edge of the porch, watching them intently, and neither of them knew how long she had been there. Without thinking, Christian got out of the car and stared at her, grey eyes meeting grey eyes.

She walked down the garden slowly, looking at Christian intently as he looked back, flustered 'Uh, what's your name?' she narrowed her eyes and there was a seconds pause 'Ivy Van Ransburg, what's it to you?'. Despite himself, Christian found himself unable to say anything, staring at the girl who had just confirmed it all. He had a sister and she was only a few metres away from him.

She had long, straight, jet black hair with a blunt fringe that highlighted her high cheekbones and very pale skin. Her eyes were a lighter grey than Christian's own, she was around five foot five but her steely gaze more than made up for her lack of height against Christian. Ivy was wearing grey skinny jeans and a green vest top, the outfit only showed how thin she was. Christian knew he was sometimes obsessive about food but looking at Ivy, he could see this wasn't just him over reacting. She had thin legs and the vest top only highlighted the slightly visible ribs on her chest and her slender arms. She had several bracelets on and Christian quickly thought about the drugs charges, aware that some people used their wrists instead of elbows, as it was easier to cover.

Ivy was looking closely over at him and a glimmer of recognition flickered over her face 'Ah, you're that Christian Grey guy? I've seen you in the papers- Dad is expecting you, some lady from the hospital called this morning and told us about you'. Christian looked surprised and she shrugged, beckoning to him 'Come on in, I assume that's why you're here?' he nodded awkwardly and followed her into the house.

Christian barely had a chance to look around the place before he followed Ivy into the sitting room, and came face to face with him. His father. He knew the man was called Lewis and that he was his father, but that was all. He was sitting in an armchair watching a football game intently and Ivy saw on the edge of the sofa, watching it closely for a second before speaking. 'Dad, you know the hospital called earlier?' he nodded absently 'Well he's here, looks like you got the son you wanted'. Her voice was dark and Lewis stood up and turned around sharply, looking at Christian.

Lewis was tall –taller than Christian- and had pale and slightly yellow tinted skin from the Kidney issues. He had evidently been ill for a little while and Christian could tell from his frame that at one point he was well built, with broad shoulders and still relatively muscly arms. He had light brown curly hair, prominent cheekbones and a square jaw. The main thing that Christian noted however was the grey eyes that looked directly at him. 'You're…You're my son? Christian Grey?' he was surprised at how strong the South African accent was and nodded awkwardly 'indeed…look, I shouldn't have come here, not…' he trailed off awkwardly and glanced over at Ivy who looked uninterested and was picking at her red nail varnish idly.

Lewis shook his head 'It's fine. You know…I never even knew you existed until this morning'. Christian could hear in his voice that it was the truth and felt a little relieved at the news, nodding and breathing deeply 'they said I could donate my kidney to you-'. At this point Ivy cut him off sharply 'No, I said I'd do it' 'you're under 18, they said they'd rather not use you when I-' She stood up, looking at the two men darkly 'I give you my kidney and you sign your rights over'.

Lewis narrowed his eyes 'what's the point? You're only a minor for another eight months' She shrugged 'That's fine by me. I'm sure 'Mr Moneybags- new found son' of yours over here can arrange the donation to be done as soon as possible'. Christian looked uncomfortable, noticing that Lewis wasn't exactly fighting for his daughter. 'I hardly see the point, what are you gonna do with eight months where you're a minor?' 'I'm sure I'll be fine'. Her voice was incredibly cold.

Lewis looked up sharply at his daughter 'you're not giving me your kidney Ivy, I think you've already had enough of knives and needles'. Her eyes flashed darkly and Christian was shocked at the change. 'How fucking dare you' she was breathing heavily, eyes dark 'I'm going out'. Lewis looked at her sharply 'where are you going?' she looked at him with a curled lip 'don't pretend to give a shit- I'm not gonna shoot up if it's suddenly such a problem for you'

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