A/N: This is a short chapter, but I wanted to get a chapter up for the weekend and before I lost power. We are in the middle of an ice storm, and who knows how long we will have electricity. Have fun reading and let me know (nicely, please) what you think. Hugs!

Chapter 5

The clock that sat over the unused fireplace ticked to loudly as Ana sat on the sofa. The sound echoed in the room. She wiped away tears that she shed for the broken heart she still had for Christian. She thought Henry healed her, but seeing Christian brought back all those feelings. She knew that she had hurt him. She saw the pain in his eyes when she rejected him and begged him to go away. She looked back up at the offending clock. Hank should have been here by now. She checked her phone and there were no calls or text messages.

"Where is he?" She said aloud. "Why doesn't he call?" She shot to her feet. "Oh, god…surely he wouldn't?"

Ana paid the cabdriver and tipped him over a hundred dollars for getting her to Escala in record time from her hotel. She walked through the garage area and went straight to Christian's private elevator. She was about to punch in the code that she memorized months ago and prayed that he hadn't changed it when the doors opened and Dr. Grace Trevelyan-Grey stood before her.

"Ana! Oh, god…Ana…you came back." Grace cried as she reached for the girl and embraced her warmly. "I've missed you so much. I know we only met a few times, but you are so good for Christian."

"Dr. Grey, I'm not back for Christian." She said lowly.

"Then, why are you here?" The good doctor asked with a frown.

"To confront him." Ana answered sternly.

"I don't understand."

Ana didn't want to hurt this lovely woman's feelings but she did need to confront Christian and find out where her fiancé was. She was certain that Christian had something to do with Hank's delayed arrival. "Dr. Grey, it's a long complicated story and it's not mine to tell."

Grace could not let this woman go. Christian loved this girl and somehow she would make sure that these two had a chance to rekindle their love. "Ana, I know about Christian and Elena." She declared lowly then waited to see the girl's reaction. Ana caught her breath and her face went paler than usual. "So, he did try it with you also. He said…god, Ana, I'm so sorry that I didn't know what that bitch was doing behind my back. If I had known…I would have stopped it…I would have brought that bitch up on charges on sexual abuse of a minor."

"I know, Dr. Grey…"

"Please, call me Grace." She gave Ana a smile that bespoke of her motherly love for her children. "Ana, do you still love my son?"

"I don't know, Grace. I don't want to anymore and then there's Hank. He asked me to marry him, to give me everything I ever wanted from Christian that he refused to give." The tears began again and Ana felt Grace hold her even tighter. She closed her eyes and melted into the heartfelt embrace of this sweet woman. Ana never had the gentle love of a mother that was unconditional, but in the loving arms of Grace Trevelyan-Grey, Ana felt that special bond between a daughter and a mother. "I feel horrible…I feel as if I'm not being fair to Hank. How can I give him all my heart when your son still owns part of it?"

"I think you already answered your question, my dear." Grace wiped Ana's tears away. "I think you should deal with your fiancé before you try to deal with my son. Let me take you back to your hotel and we can talk some more."

Ana and Grace spent an hour talking over the problems of being in a relationship with Christian Grey in the hotel restaurant. Ana got a few insights of the man that still had her heart. Grace did not hold anything back of what she did know about her son's life in Detroit. They stayed off the subject of BDSM and Elena Lincoln until Ana brought it up.

"When did you find out about Elena and Christian?" She asked as she poured the lovely kind woman another cup of tea.

"Just today. That was where I was going…I was going to kill that bitch, but seeing you stopped me. You probably saved me from prison." Grace confessed.

"She's not worth going to prison for, Grace. She is a disgusting piece of trash." Ana's blue eyes narrowed. "I never liked her…the things she did to Christian…she really messed him up more than he was already. He doesn't think he deserves love or that he can love. She taught him that love is for the weak and the foolish. He thinks that Elena saved him from drugs and prison and taught him how to be a man." She snorted her disapproval. "She made him into a solitary lonely man that only has money and possessions. He can't see the good in himself."

Grace's anger began to grow once again, but Ana was correct. Elena was not worth losing her freedom. The best revenge Grace could see was to have Christian to learn to love and to accept love. To show him that love is not for the weak, but for the strong and brave. She gave Ana a small smile. "You are the key, Ana. You are the key to unlock my son's cold abused heart."

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Grace Trevelyan Grey is certifiably crazy! She shouldn't be practicing medicine if her head is that fucked up! I mean, for christ's sake, how in the world could I be a key…and she said something about unlocking a heart! She didn't hear a word I said about Hank and Christian. Hank loves me. He wants to marry me. He wants a life with me with the little white house and a white picket fence that will contain our three children, two dogs and a cat. I have it all planned out. We will be the perfect family…that is until he has to leave for a movie shoot or promotions. Then, I will be home alone with the children in that quaint little house. I do love Hank. He is everything I have ever dreamed about in a man, but, fuck…he's not Christian. I don't think I will ever be completely over Christian. He's that kind of man that a woman can never forget. He is the kind of man that is a sly smile on the face of woman when she goes down memory lane later in life. I know he will forever live my heart and dance through my memories. Yes, Hank is my choice! He can give me what I need. He loves me. He's not afraid of his feelings or my feelings for that matter. He is just easier to love. So, I've made my decision. I will stay with Hank. Yes, it's the right and safe thing to do. I will finish my business here in Washington, and then go to Vancouver with Hank. We can be married in Canada and honeymoon on the set of Superman II. Yeah, that's a plan. It's a good plan. If I keep telling myself this, I might actually believe it. Yes, it's Hank. Hank is my future. So, why am I crying? Why are there tears streaming down my face as I walk down the hall to my hotel suite? Why can't I get this damn entry card to work? I hate these things. What happened to good old fashioned room keys? I finally get the damn door open and step into a room full of rose petals and candlelight. I look around. My heart is racing fast. Could it be? Was it him? Was he here? Oh, god…please let it be him…just one more night with him…please….