Disclaimer: The Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy Characters used in the telling of this story belong to EL James.

This is a story I am thinking about writing after I'm done with my current story Sugar Daddy. Let me know what you think.

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Sins of the Father

Chapter 1

Christian

Ana's POV

Ana walks through the doors of the Children's wing of The Sacred Heart Hospital checking her cellphone for the time.

Its two in the morning but the nurses are still buzzing around as busy as when she left for home earlier that day.

The guard at the station knows her but she flashes him her badge anyway. As much as she's in and out of the place, you'd think she worked there.

She had moved to New York over two years ago to become the Senior Editor for a little-known publishing company that was on its last legs and in need of life support. It was a risk. She and that company could have both been swallowed up. But she had learned a thing or two from being with Christian Grey.

By year's end, she was wheeling and dealing with the big boys and her company was coming out ahead, getting the popular authors and publishing their best sellers.

When she'd ended things with Christian, she was at a loss as to what to do with herself.

Leaving him was the hardest thing she ever had to do, but she still left.

Leaving the lush tranquility of Seattle for the hard concrete of New York City was also tough. She knew she would miss her friends. She knew she would miss her dad. And if she was halfway honest with herself, she knew she would miss Christian above anything else.

Everything about Seattle reminded her of him. So when the opportunity presented itself to make a move, she knew she had to take it.

After that first year, publishing had become unfulfilling for her. There was a void in her life and she couldn't find anything to replace it. The more she tried to ignore it, the bigger it became until one day, what she need was placed right in her hand and she couldn't let go of it.

She was on the subway heading uptown to Manhattan. Just a normal busy Monday and like always she was running late. If she hadn't stopped to look at her phone, she probably would not have even been approached by the gentleman handing out pamphlets on the street. She took one and glanced at it.

A little blue eyed toddler with blonde hair stared back at her. She was in the arms of her big sister, who looked to be about eight. Her brother, no more than ten, was standing protectively behind both of them.

When Ana got to her desk, she opened the pamphlet up to read it.

The information was all about being a foster parent to siblings because they had the most difficult time being placed together.

A fire lit inside of Ana when that void she had been feeling, suddenly started to close.

She knew what her motivation truly was: The little lost boy that lived inside of Christian. The one that she could never truly reach because he would never truly let her in. For a whole year she tried, but he was determined to keep her at arm's length.

Her heart ached for that little four-year-old boy and if she could help one child who needed it, maybe some of her pain and regret about the way they ended would go away.

Putting her research skills to good use, she quickly found out the best way to go about things was to be a social worker. She'd found that most of the requirements she needed she'd already acquired at WSU and the one she didn't, she could do online.

I guess me being a nerd is finally good for something, she thought as she picked up the phone to call NYU.

Now here she is, another rat on the county pinwheel, trying to help as many orphaned and abused kids as she could.

"Ana, thanks for coming down. I just didn't have the heart to leave him here by himself all night." Nurse Marshall greeted her. The night nurse has Ana's number on speed dial and every time she calls, Ana comes. And every time she comes, the nurse tells her that exact same thing. She never has the heart to leave them be and she knows neither does Ana.

"Its fine. You can call me anytime, you know that. So, what's his story? What happened to him?" Ana asks for the details as they walk down the hall to his hospital room.

"He's a five-year-old boy who was found next to his mother's dead body. No one knows how long he's been there with her by himself. The cops on the scene estimate at least three days."

"Oh, my God. And the neighbors didn't get suspicious?"

"Not in that neighborhood. Judging by how emaciated he is, I'm guessing he's been dealing with a lot more than his strung-out mother. He looks like he's been abused, but every time we go to exam him, he strikes out. He is almost Ferrell and we don't want to dramatize him anymore than he already is, but I don't think it can be helped. We're waiting for the doctor to give us an order to restrain him."

"Is that really necessary?"

"I don't know. I'm just hoping you can reach him before it comes to that. If anyone can get him to a good place, you can."

"I'll do my best."

Ana takes a deep breath and enters the room.

Its brightly decorated in blues, yellows, and vibrant greens with little baby animal characters on every wall. There is a cartoon playing on the flat screen TV that Ana recognize as the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She's been subjected to it a lot as a social worker. Their cute antics would make any kid laugh, so the cartoon is played a lot.

In the center of his hospital bed sitting Indian style, is a small boy with his eyes clued to the television.

Nurse Marshall said he was five, but he seems much too small to be that age to Ana. He's in a pair of faded jeans and a ratty old T Shirt that was once white but is now colored brown with dirt. His hair is an unkempt greasy mess on top of his head. It could use a good washing, but the copper color gets Ana's attention immediately.

The instant he notices her presents, he tenses up.

His eyes, that were just on the television, lock on to her.

"Hi, my name is Ana." She tells him. "Don't be afraid. I'm just here to talk to you."

He watches her like a scared animal ready to sprint away as she moves slowly and carefully closer to him.

He has the grayest of eyes that look almost haunted. Like he has seen too much in such a short time of his life. Ana has only seen those eyes once before and the similarities to him are unnerving her.

She is thrown off her game for just one moment.

The color of his hair, his features, and those eyes are all much too familiar.

"Can you tell me your name?" She asks him, gently.

He says not a word. He just stares right through to her soul with those eyes.

There is a flicker of something in them. Ana looks familiar to him somehow. She reminds him of someone. Maybe he is mistaking her for someone else.

She grabs his chart at the foot of his bed and reads it, swallowing hard at the lump of emotions that are lodged in her throat as she sees what his name is.

"Your name is Christian Williams." She says it out loud, but more to myself.

She can feel her heart racing in her chest. The room starts to spin as alarm bells go off in her head.

She flips through the pages of his file, almost frantic, trying to find out who his mother was, who his parents are.

It can't be her. It just can't be him. It can't be.

Her eyes race across the page as she reads the information they've gathered on him thus far.

Mother was in her late twenties. She was found dead on the floor of her livingroom from an illegal drug overdose.

Mother's name: Leila Williams.

Its her. My God. It is her.

Father's identity: Unknown.

Unknown.

Ana knows better than that. She knows who his father is.

There is no way she or anyone else who knows him can look at this little lost boy in front of her with his copper colored hair and gray eyes and deny it.

Christian Grey is his father.

And Ana is now the only link left between the two.

Author's Note:

I would like to thank flanduslover1 for this wonderful story idea. All credit goes to her.

There is no form of cheating in this story.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.