Empirical Son Chapter 6 Festivity Antagonism, a fifty shades trilogy fanfic

Empirical Son FSOG

Chp06 Festivity Antagonism

The gala is going better than I thought. Although the emcee will need to be replaced; he seems stale and jokes lame and badly timed. The silent auction brought in twice the money as last year. Franco's Bellezza disinteressata is anything but uninteresting. Miss Steele's dress is an event stopper, her date is familiar, I just cannot place him.

He seems to not be having any fun. I will talk to Cary and have him make an effort to relax the boy. Maybe the assault attempt and security issues are spoiling his evening.

Miss Steele's bid on our vacation home was a surprise. Till I see her boyfriend relax. She seems not to care about wealth and status. We can just hear parts of the conversation. The company table is rocking in laughter; bawdy and risqué. Twenty something enjoying event and not letting the stuffy old folks slow them down.

Being a children's Doctor means current teen event, angst, and pop stars and culture; and before the kids in Detroit. Our main outside social interaction was with the Sci-Fi communities and gardening clubs.

Maybe see about rejoin some of those clubs. Maybe get Babylon-Five Commander Carrick out of retirement. I explain to my mother the Ferengi reference. She's an original only fan. I don't think she's seen any of the movies or newer shows.

Amelia drags Madsion to the first dance auction. I hope Elliott doesn't meltdown over it. I see the tall blond drag Miss Steele and one called Gwen to the stage. Luckily, Mia's date wins his bid.

"One dollar" screams from the rear of the seating. What the hell? Ah, insult bid? Here at our gala. We have never had one before. Elliott nearly bull rushes an asshole twice his age in the rear of the venue, bidding on Madsion. Before Amelia gets him refocused on Madsion. Winning the bid. Good!

Moving to talk to my public relation expert, Silvia Rogers. Have her refocus the emcee, if not replace him with the backup. The one called Roz; I assume is Senyora Doria's Hawk.

The bid on her girlfriend in the matching dress, goes to a hundred thousand, a new record. I doubt that will ever be bested. The starlet mega dipping movie kiss moves the crowd away from the unpleasantness. As cheers, jeers and clapping erupt. Good! Moving on!

Elliott and Madison are headed to the house. Shit. OK! Carrick will intercept them, herd them back. Sneaking away this early for a booty call is not going to happen; after the first dance, sure! Maybe take Cary for a little party relieve.

OH! Good Miss Steele is up.

"This new comer tonight. Anastasia is a coquette wrapped in very nice, easy to open package, little too cheap. She wrote on her card [he holds it up], name Anastasia, Hobby books. An that is all this young fictitious lady wrote. Surely there is more to yourself." Emcee demands. "OH well opening"

What the frigging hell is he doing. The girl is now publicly embarrassed and insulted, spot-lighted on the stage. She is about to bolt. Standing, to head over there and fire that dipshit. First the insult bid and now this!

"Well, since you made up bullshit for everyone else. The Truth! I am a 4.0 college graduate, working with my fiancée, the CEO of Grey Enterprise Inc: You may have seen our new building downtown. I enjoy long Volksmarches, sci-fi conventions; I am a very young Star Fleet Captain. An if you attempt to touch me, (Pointing an accusing finger in the emcee face.) You slimy little thing. I will demonstrate various self-defense techniques my step fathers, a former US Army Major, taught me. Now the opening bid?" Miss Steele commands the stage.

Ok! I see Franco's good call. The woman is a force. Approaching the stage. Good the backup Emcee with security is hauling away the old one. What brought this on.

"Two dollars for the tramp!" Rings from the rear. What the hell now? Another incident, Flynn will have to screen the donors and guests better next year.

"Hundred-grand" says the boy with the angry wolf mask. Moving to the front of the stage.

"Hundred thousand and one for the professional slut" from the rear. I see security and Carrick head over. Shit Elliott is right on his ass. Turning to my mother.

Madsion is in her arms weeping; The ladies from the next table are hugging them. I see the boy in the anime face mask, Madison explained to me, running after my men.

"One million dollar, For my Goddess!" Rings out. I stare unbelieving. The highest bid I've ever heard. As she launches off the stage into his arm. My god he sounds like. No could not be. Do not get your hopes up old girl. I couldn't take the down if that not him. Turning back to my husband.

Carrick is arguing with the rude older man. Shit Elliott tosses his father aside and slams a fist into the older man's face. I run towards them. The other boy, tosses Elliott away. Good. SHIT! SHIT! As he starts punching.

Security hauls the old pervert out of here by his ankles. Dragging him across the grass. Double Shit it's the frigging slimy Kavanaghs, of super slimy Kavanagh media. Turning, looking for Silvia Rogers; My Public Relation expert. She's on the phone. Thumbs up to me. What is going on.

"Grace?"

Turning to my mother. I raise an eyebrow. I don't have the word to process this disaster. "Breath. Gracie, just take a deep breath." I do and feel better. She hooks my arm and walks me back to towards our table. Cary will explain how this night when so suddenly wrong.

"Folks, Sorry for the disturbance. Emmon Kavanagh's decide to publicly attack Miss Steele; paying the former Emcee to humiliate her. An we all witness his insulting bids earlier on his own daughter. We the Coping Together Charity and the Grey family publicly apologize to everyone; especial Miss Steele and Mr. Christian Grey and his party."

Looking over the copper headed boy's angry wolf mask is in his hand; he is full on soulmate kissing Miss Steele. The world is invisible to them right now. They turn to me. The room spins as the Ladies catch me.

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Carrick-pov:

Good Madison is next; Amelia is happy with her friend winning.

"Gentlemen? The Lovely Madsion. Star of stage and screen and DVD. Trombone maestro, Olympic Synchronized Swimmers, and award-winning chef. Everyone's favorite's girlfriend. What is the first lapdog bid." The emcee is off, something is wrong. Standing and heading for the back stage area.

"One dollar" from the rear of the seating. Looking up to the emcee stands there with his head up is own ass. Not doing a damn thing. The backup Emcee catch's my eye. He nods.

"Forty thousand!" Elliott screams the tent down. Madsion jumps off the stage into his arms. Good. The Emcee gets his ass in gear. The backup holds off, maybe he was caught off guard to by the insult bid. Like the rest of us. Grace is going to have words about this for sure. Seeing a young man stop the happy couple. They argue, then shake hand; What is going on. Was he the one with the insulting bid.

Shit! Elliot is taking Madsion to the house. Grace is going to blow a gasket. I hustle after them. "One Hundred thousand," I stop turning back to the stage. The African-American couple at the next table. Are engaged in a full blow Hollywood dipping kiss. Great, a new record and moving the Gala forward from this unfortunate hiccup.

"Elliott?" Catching up to them. Madsion looks like hell.

"Dad, we have to leave."

"Elliott? Was that man harassing Madsion?"

"No, that was her brother. The assholes are her parents. Her brain-dead asshole father of her's bid the dollar and joked about that was over paying for sex." Elliott is on the verge of temper meltdown. I look about and spot one of the extra security guys. Motion him over. He looks like no. But walks over.

Emcee insults slam me hard, staggering in physical shock at the realization that the evening is ruined. A second incident, tonight. We all turn to the stage. GOD-DAMN IT. What is wrong with that man. He is so frigging fired!

"Anna?" Madsion starts walking. "OH GOD NO! ANNA!" She knows the girl? We help her toward our table. She is having a major melting down. I see Flynn trotting to us. Concern on his face.

"Two dollars for the tramp!" From the rear. The same asshole from before?

"Elliott that's my father!" Madsion begs him.

"Elliott, take Madison to your grandmother. Flynn deal with this. I will deal with the asshole. ELLIOT!" He wants to balk; but the girl is his world and she needs him now.

"Hundred-grand" BARKS. Looking up at the stage, the Copper headed Angry Wolf mask from the next table rush the stage. Grace believes he is the CEO. Franco wanted her to look after Miss Steele. The girl has poise and backbone for sure. We may get thru this disaster.

"Hundred thousand and one for the professional slut"

Security and I trot over. Looking back over my shoulder, Madsion is in Grandpa T' arms bawling. The ladies from the surrounding tables are circling her, protecting her. Good, I see Fylnn's wife corralling the event security. Shit Elliot is right behind me. The boy from the company table next to us; In the anime face mask, is following us with two of their security people.

"One million dollar, For my Goddess!" I shudder step; That sounded like Christian. The Copper headed Angry Wolf; could that be my lost son? Shit that father is super slimy Kavanagh media, Emmon Kavanagh. That means Madsion is his super libeled daughter. I know is all false; because I know the girl.

"Kavanagh take your wife and get the hell out of here. Now!"

"Carrick! See your slut of wife is still picking up diseased whores." Emmon screams.

I'm falling into the grass, rolling with the impact. Crashing into some of the rushing to aid me security guy's legs. Scrambling up, shit! I try to leap over the tumbling Elliott. Going into the grass a second time in as many seconds. When the blond kid minus the mask, from the other table, is punching a begging for mercy Emmon on the ground.

"Barney, enough!" A tall heavy shouldered security guy barks. Grabs his hair. The boy stands up. Glaring at the security guy, then us. "Come on Jason, five more punches." The guy shakes his head no.

"Henry!"

Henry does not even ask. He has been going this event for six years. Knows my tolerance for drunk and disruptive asshole. He does not even pick up the asshole. Just grabs an ankle, another Security guy grabs the other, dragging him out. "Barney, is it?"

"He had no right to insult my friend. She is the sweetest, nicest woman, too many assholes have attacked and hurt her lately." Challenging me.

"I could not agree more."

"Your Son" Pointing at the retreating Elliot.

"Madsion, his fiancée, is the disowned and defamed daughter slimy just dragged out." He nods. Good we are moving forward. I'm about to ask about his boss.

My son! I start for the table. A hand grabs my arm. Barney?

"If you want to live right now. Let Anna deal with Christian. I've worked for him; nearly seven years. RIGHT NOW, RIGHT HERE. He does not see any difference between you and your family and the scum just dragged out of here. An I suspect Anna will be very much on his kill them all side. I don't know why Kavanagh's attacked her?" He stops mid-thought. "Did the daughter have a college roommate down in WSU?" Barney asks.

"Yes, the roommate screwed her over."

"Bullshit! I bet the parents screw both roommates over, and framed the other for the blame." He speaks. An I know suddenly from Madsion story, that is exactly what has happened. The Kavanagh have never accepted blame for anything that goes or they did wrong.

"Madison believed her; Anna was bribed to tell the college she cheated."

"Anna was evicted weeks before exams, homeless. Madsion left without a note, or call." Barney "SHHIT! Anna said the mother sent a note telling she had 24 hours to get-out, about Madsion taking off accusing her of being a leech."

Barney is livid. So am I. Grace and I had problems parenting; but we damn sure would ever blame the kids for our failures and mistakes.

"Screw over business partner of the Emmon's; took revenge on Madsion, drugged, gang raped and beat into a coma. Parents tried to dump her in an off shore pay to stay nuthouse. Her brother got her sent to Rehab in New Mexico." I explain Madsion side. Barney nods.

They are in for a world of hurt as we arrive at the table. Elliott is sitting, with a destroyed Madsion on his lap. Miss Steele, Anna is sitting on Christian lap. Kissing him hard. Pissing me off I start for them. Insensitivities overloads my angry.

The tall African American woman. Sticks a hand in my chest. Damn that hurt. Jacking me back a step. "We need to move them someplace where we can all talk."

"If he can stop making out!" Bark. "AGGRRRAGH" I kneel on the ground; the short one just nailed my ball. Graced turns to attack.

"Anna is keeping your son from going thermonuclear. It that or stun guns. Choose? I'm Gwen by the way; her wife, their friend." Great Cary, open mouth and insert foot up to the shoulder. Barney was right. Anna is keeping Christian from melting down.

"YOU?" demands my wife.

"Barney, Mrs. Grey."

"Help up my husband. We are going in the house. Henry?" Grace commands. One: get this out of the public eye. Two: solve the problems of the girl's first then Christian bullshit.

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Grey Manor:

Sitting on the couch in Grace's arms. Next to us is Roz and Gwen. The grandparents are in my lazy boy chair. Elliott and Madsion on the other lazy boy. Amelia is outside finishing the hosting of the gala with Flynn's wife. Near the hearth, Christian is kneeling, seiza position? An aggressive, attack posture? Anna sitting on the hearth behind him, massaging his shoulders and back. Barney and his girl, Andrea. Christian's personal assistance and friend they said on the walk in. They circle around the room.

"So, you bought my building" Elliott says as an ice breaker.

"No, Elliott. We had you build, our building. And remodel Escala" Roz says.

"I thought HTH?"

"Our European branch. Our façade till Christian was comfortable sheading the Chris Gray Martin legend." Barney laughs.

"Martin? Reclusive, mega billionaire, philanthropist, and money genius." I muse out-loud.

"Yes, that is me. Whether as Martin or Grey. I don't plan on changing."

"We want you back in the family?" Grandpa T speaks; cutting to the question. Good.

"No." Anna says stunning everyone including Christian. I would have though from the silent auction that she would have support reunification.

"No?" Grace leans forward to charge, nearly spilling me on the floor.

"Anna. My commander?" Madsion speaks. What does that mean?

"Lieutenant Kavanagh!"

"I am changing my name to Grey. The Kavanagh and Kerry name is never going to be me ever again. And Kate is verboten as well. Madsion is my name." Anna smiles, a brilliant smile. Nods her head.

"Lieutenant Madison, Its Captain now. Federation Explorations Directorate, Seattle; Library. At Grey House."

"Supposably massaging your Admiral?" Madsion says; where is this conversation going. I start to speak, when Grandpa T shakes his head for me to shut up.

"No; this is ensign Christian. I pressed him, couple days ago. Him and Roz refused to partake the cool-aid. Now I suspect the Tellurites caused all are strife with lies and misdirection's." Anna says.

"Yes. We can correct the log later. The family?" Madison says nodding toward us.

"We believe them Terran Empire?"

"No, although Carrick can be very Reman-Romulan. More Talaxian."

"Is all this Star Trek double speaking necessary?" Grace whines.

"SHUT-UP" barks Grandpa T, Gwen, Barney, Andrea, Elliott, Madsion, and Anna in unison. Ok they are saying things without saying them.

"Tamarian. 'Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel' NOW WE are leaving." Anna stands and hauls Christian up. The group stands. I hold Grace on the couch.

"Science officer, arrange a babel." They leave except Roz and Gwen.

"Tomorrow at the Anthony's Pier 66; 1400hours. The families can discuss reunification on neutral ground. The owner is a friend of mine; we can book the second floor." Gwen commands. Getting to their feet.

"We will be there. Thank you." Elliot speaks.

"Sorry about the balls. Next time, I'll moderation for your fragile age. Bye." They leave. I'm not sure what was just said, decided, and where this is going.

"Madsion?" I demand from the couch.

"Yea?"

"What did it all mean?"

"Which part?"

"From the top!"

"Which part?"

"Commander!"

"Ok, we had an incident our first year in college. I got drugged and nearly raped by couple of football players" She deep breath. "We discovered that a mean girl, jealous of us. Had set us up; after over hearing us planning to attend a local bar concert." She shakes at the bad memories "Anna's friend Larry, Captain of a local starship. Helping get me home. Mentioned how few women were in the clubs or really understood Star Trek speak."

"Back up, Local starship, you guys know it's a TV show, right." I ask, stupidly as Elliot deep breaths and lights me up.

"Says the man with a nearly compete collection of Mel Brooks movies and don't get me started on your Buster Keaton or Movie serials of the 30s and 40s."

"Did you never belong to the Mouseketeers or a fan club?" Madsion asks

"Way younger than Mouseketeers, and yes as a kid I belong to a couple of fan clubs."

"Ok! Star Trek fan clubs are usually called starships. A loose group of clubs are sometimes called star base or a directorate of something. Anna talked me into joining a club down near the college; not the college club because all they did was watch the shows. Now the club's member vote on the name, usually a local geographic name; and the type and size of the starship. This usually tell you what the club is interested in."

"Ok, I understand that, but you don't strike me as a Trekkie?" As the words leave my mouth, that smirk on her face tells me, my other foot is headed for my mouth.

"You win the kewpie doll. I wasn't and thought joining was massively stupid and waste of time. But as you guys are going to learn. Anna Steele is usually right and ten step ahead. The club, we joined was geek and nerd heavy. Which translated into trustworthy tech support, academic support, and group of friends uninterested in my family, money or even my looks. It was eye opening, to say the least."

"So, original question?"

"Dad it like a? Think of the Star Treks Clubs more like the Masons' or a secret society. They have a common language, terms, and customs." Elliott enlightens me. Ok this is making more sense

"I realized that Anna was upset and worried about her people. So, I ask a question without opening the floor to emotional mayhem." She breaks, I motion for more.

"By switching to Star Trek speak; we could communicate without most knowing what we said. Giving us the ability to correct misperceptions and error of thought in real time."

"Ok. First items?"

"Well, we both realized and agreed my family; the self-serving pig face Tellurites were to blame. That Christian is very hostile and ready for war."

"Terran Empire?

"Who's the Terran Empire?" Amelia waltz in.

"Christian believes we are." Grace whines

"What is the attack plan? Who is senior here?" Amelia asks.

"I'm a lieutenant" Madison

"Assistant chief engineer" Elliott smirks and shrugs, toss his hair. "All the good video game guys, most of the real surfers and damn near all competent engineers are Trekkie."

"Space trader at Star Base Leavenworth" laughs Grandpa T

"Great, that makes me senior as Commander, third officer starship Ermenonville, outside Paris." She breaths deeply "What the action?"

"Anna invoked 'Tamarian. "Picard and Dathon at El-Adrel"' and demand a babel." Madsion says.

"With Christian thinking we are the enemy that seemed wise. Where's the meeting."

"Ok for the non-Trekkies?" I demand

"Ok! The El-Adrel show is about two groups, who can't communicate. How two guys isolated on a planet work it out. The Babel show refers to a peace conference on neutral ground." Amelia schools me.

"Ok why did not she just say that?"

"Because Christian considers us Terran Empire. Attack and let God sort them out."

"You think Christian would attack us?" Grace whimpers in pain.

"Dad? Taking into account the dunking yesterday. The attack and let God sort them out is the moto of the Terran Empire. Christian was ready to counter attack. With his hair trigger, the girl was wise to separate us. Has the babel been set."

"Tomorrow at the Anthony's pier 66; 1400hours." Elliott laughs.

"Good! What is Christian rank?"

"Captain Anna Steele of Federation Explorations Directorate, Seattle; Library. Said she pressed ensign Christian and his COO Roz."

"Google it, lieutenant?"

"Already did, seems to be the hub for several clubs spread around the world; most tied to the newly launched Grey Enterprise Inc. And its European branch Henry Trastamara Holding Inc…"

"Shit I do business with Henry Trastamara. Wait, Christian is that, Martin. Shit double shit!"

"Why?" Grandma T. Who has been very quiet, too quiet.

"Martin was rumored to have been tutored by a real-life Jason Bourne; government shadow warrior slash assassin. He is dangerous, violent, and very capable of extremes. Grandma Lorretta suspects bodies are buried. He took a gambling ring that blackmailed an employee for insider information; to the poor house in Naples last year. Put a gun in the mouth of a crime syndicate leader; terrorized him so bad. He surrendered to the police for protection. Demanded Protection"

"Anything personal you've heard" Grandma T'. Amelia paces the room, standing near the hearth, looking at the family pictures. The one's before Christian left.

"Damn, Madison." Amelia asks quietly, afraid of the answer. "Is Anna maybe kinky, like submissive?"

"What!" Grace, grandparents, and I scream.

"No! Not one bit. She's never been with a! If he hurts her. He will beg Anna's dad Ray to use a blow torch. After I get done."

"Amelia?" I ask, shocked by Madsion slip that Miss Steele is that innocent; a virgin? Is that even possible in this day & age at her age. Being a recent graduate; She is maybe twenty-one or two?

"He's rumored to be a Dom, dominate in the bdsm culture." Amelia speaks, turning several shades of red.

"I do not believe he is still a Dom. She was touching his back, and chest. That would have been his coping method for his touch issues before. She rules the roost. I'd bet on." Elliott thoughtfully muses.

"Yes, I believe your right. Its late. Everyone, go to bed. We have a long today tomorrow." I haul myself up and gingerly head to bed, Grace under my arm. We have a lot to vent and sooth tonight before sleep.