A/N: Well, I was in the middle of a story and suddenly came up with this little two-shot. Just really cute and fluffy Ana/Christian. It's my take on the classic Hypothermia AU - wait, is that classic? Hmm…I read about it on Tumblr once a long time ago…anyway. This is my take on it. I thought about it while walking home one day in this winter wind.

So maybe you will enjoy it. It's a two-shot now because it was getting long in my opinion…I'd love your thoughts!

I don't own anything.


Frigid Warmth
Part 1


The air is brushing past us, spewing my hair in all directions as it whips through the open windows of the car. It's freezing wind, but neither of us seem to mind as we're doubled over with laughter. We're yelling loudly to each other over the deafening wind from the zooming car, trying to make the other listen.

The car swerves to the other side of the double yellow line and he quickly corrects it. We both just laugh about it as if it's not a problem, we both are too drunk to even realize how bad it actually is.

But this is what I love. Tonight was a night for me. I had begged for a week straight and finally Christian relented and let me have a night out with just Jose. After a loud argument, he finally trusted me enough to go by myself. I promised him I wouldn't betray his trust, I promised him the night would end just as it began - with me safe. I promised him that I would call him if anything happened, I gave him the location of the club and Taylor and he dropped me off. Christian insisted on picking me up again with Taylor but halfway through the night he called me and said something with work came up, So instead it was just going to be Taylor who picked me up.

But I insisted, I didn't see why Taylor should have to come out at God knows what hour of the night and pick me up. So I finagled my way into letting Jose drop me off at home. Jose was fine with it and so, here we are. Now singing loudly off key as he drives recklessly into the night.

The tire slips into the shoulder, catching on a bit of gravel and I gasp, feeling the whole car jerk. "Jose!" I holler. "Slow down, please."

"Aw Ana! You worried? I've been driving a car since I was thirteen, trust me I know how to drive." The grin never leaves his face as he stares straight ahead.

I can see his eyes drooping and his left hand slips down the wheel. The car immediately falls over the double yellow line again and a passing car honking wakes him from his reverie.

"Jose!" I scream again. "Please, just pull over. I'll drive. It's fine."

His whole demeanor suddenly changes and there goes my carefree, happy friend. His hands tighten on the wheel and he speeds up the car. I fall backward onto the seat, gripping the door handle. "Like hell I'll let you drive. You're drunker than me!" his slurred voice yells.

"Then please pull over, let me call Christian."

On a dime, the car screeches to a halt and if it weren't for my seatbelt, I know I would have slammed into the dashboard.

"Get out."

"No," I protest, breathless and panting.

"If you're going to critique my driving, then you can get out."

"But then-"

He doesn't let me finish as he reaches across my lap and throws open my door. "Call your damn boyfriend or something. He'll come get you."

The stare he is giving me is enough to unnerve me. His dead eyes are boring past me, rather than into me. I know it's all the alcohol talking, but his anger is still frightening. Perhaps, getting out of the car is the safest thing to do anyway...? Slowly, I unlatch my seatbelt and slither out of the car.

"I hope you get into an accident," I mutter snidely and maybe its the alcohol in me talking but I feel the need to add: "And he's my fiancé, not my boyfriend." I finish up with the slam of the door in his face.

Before I even have time to take my hand off the door, the car speeds away, leaving my windswept in the frigid cold on the side of a remote road. How did this just happen? Honestly. I'm standing here, watching the car disappear from sight and just hoping Jose will turn around. He can't really abandon me on the side of the road, can he? I thought he was my friend. My hope fades as the blackness engulfs and no cars are anywhere to be found. Suddenly, I regret everything that's led up to now. But I know I can call Christian right now, and in no time at all, he can be right by my side and pick me up. But if I do, that means a lecture about my stupidity and more than likely a spanking, and definitely revoked trust. So, do I really want to call him? Can't I just walk back? It will only be a little walk, right?

Stopping to take a moment, I pull my phone from my back pocket and look at it. The time is 12:08 and I have 33% battery left. Perfect. I know Seattle is only a thirty minute drive away from where I am now and if I just continue down this road, soon the city lights will come into view. I should be back at Escala by 1:00 and hopefully Christian will be sleeping so it will be no trouble at all.

This can just be my little secret, he doesn't have to know I walked home a little drunk. And come tomorrow, I will deal with Jose. Oh, I'll make him grovel for what he did.

As I continue walking down the side of the road, I'm feeling rather proud. I can show them both I can do this. I can show Christian that I can take care of myself and I can show Jose that I don't need to be rescued by my fiancé. See, I can show everyone that I am capable. But as I keep walking, the wind picks up, slicing right through my shirt. Oh, I wish I had my coat. But what did I even do with it? My mind is a bit fuzzy, trying to recall the last time I saw it. I had it at the booth in the club, and I thought I had it in Jose's car. Well, did I? Did I leave it in his car when he tossed me to the curb? Or did I leave it in the booth?

What does it matter anyway? I don't have a coat no matter what and I'm freezing. Wrapping my arms tightly around myself, I brace the oncoming wind. I tuck my head and hunch my shoulders, trying to keep most of my warmth in, but this is proving to be a difficult task. I stumble over my feet a few times, tripping over loose rocks and tar. Yet, I am undaunted.

I'm stubborn, I remind myself. I can do this.

What's a little cold anyway to save myself from the wrath of Christian and a spanking? But with this increased wind, I think I would prefer a spanking right about now. At least I would be warm. And maybe Christian could use those silver balls? Oh, the more I'm thinking about his warm embrace, the more I'm missing him and his twitchy palm.

Another breeze blasts by and I brace myself tighter. I stumble forward again, this time tripping over my own feet in an effort to keep walking against the blaring wind. Suddenly, I think a cab might not be a bad idea.

I pull out my phone, my hands already trembling as they touch the icy air, and there are three texts from Christian.

*Where are you?*
*You were supposed to be home by now.*
*Call me.*

In hindsight, it may have not been my best idea to ignore these texts, but I open up Safari to begin searching for a cab company. Then a thought hits me, how am I going to pay for a cab? My card is in my jacket along with my license, and who the hell knows where my jacket is right now. I could always have Christian pay the cab when I arrive…but what the heck am I supposed to tell the cab company anyway? I don't even know the name of this road. How is anyone supposed to find me? My head is pounding with the start of a headache and so I put my phone back in my pocket, tuck my hands in my sleeves, fold my arms across my chest, and carry on in my stubbornness.

_._._._

I don't know how long I've been walking for. My feet are numb and I can't even feel my face. My fingers feel permanently curled in fists and my pace is only getting slower. A few cars have passed by me but every time I would wave one down, they would only keep on driving. I guess I look like a whore or something, walking tipsily on the side of the road in nothing but a light sweater, a short skirt, stockings and heels - without even a jacket. Well, this is just great.

I have half a mind to call Jose right now and let him know what an ass he was, make him feel guilty for doing this to me, but I'm sure he's passed out on his couch right now. He probably won't get the call until the morning, anyway.

Drearily, I force myself to keep walking, stepping one foot in front of the other, concentrating on nothing but that. All of a sudden, I step on a rock and go crashing to the ground; frozen hands barely catching me as I land in a pile of dirt. I don't dare to move, but I sit back on my butt, inspecting my chapped hand. "Ow…" I whimper, seeing the small specks of blood collect on the heel of my hand.

I feel like I could cry, why did I have to be so stubborn? What in the world made me think I could walk back to Seattle at one in the morning? My trembling hand reaches to my back pocket and I shakily get hold of my phone. I'm trying to type in the code but my fingers are so numb, it's not even registering on the touch screen. But I can at least see the time is already 1:44. At this pace, I would've been lucky to make it home by daylight. After a couple of attempts, I pull up Christian's name and I wait for the phone to start ringing.

I have just enough energy to lift the phone to my ear and hold it there with my shoulder. In only two rings, Christian answers irritated, "Ana? Where the hell are you?"

"C-Chris...tian…" I whimper, stuttering through my chattering teeth and it's all I can manage to say.

His voice comes through softer. "God, Ana? What happened? Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I-I…don't know. I'm c-cold..."

"You don't know where you are?" He is quiet for a moment and there is a bunch of rustling. "Stay on the line, okay?"

"C-can you come get…me?"

There is some more rustling coming from his end, or maybe it's the wind? "I've got you're location. I'm coming. Stay on the line, alright baby? Don't hang up." He sounds breathless, like he's panting as he's talking to me. "Taylor!" he shouts. "Taylor! Keys!" His voice is softer again. "Ana? You there? I'm coming."

I'm trying to force out a few words but the only thing that comes out are my teeth clattering together. "…I-I…I fell."

"Ana, just stay where you are, okay? Understand? Don't move. Just keep talking. Keep talking to me, baby."

"A-are you driving…and-d-d…talking on t-the phone?"

He chuckles very lowly. "I'm gonna put you on bluetooth. Just keep talking, tell me what happened." I hear a car door slam shut and an engine start up.

"W-we were driving…I-I was…going to walk home…"

"Where is Jose?"

"He…l-left-t-t."

"That bastard left you? Why didn't you call me?"

Suddenly, I'm in trouble again and I wrap my arms tighter around myself as I huddle on the cold ground. "I'm s-s-sorry. You said y-you had…work."

"I would've picked up, you know that, Ana." I don't say anything as I feel my eyelids drooping. The world feels like it's spinning around and all I want to do is take a nap, just to stop the work from moving. The phone falls from my grasp and the bright lights of it hurt my eyes. I'm scrambling to pick up the phone from the dirt but my fingers just aren't working. When I finally manage to, I can hear his panicked voice, "Ana! Anastasia!"

"S-sorry…I d-d-dropped the phone…a-are you coming…to get me?"

"Of course, I already told you I was. I'm driving as fast as I can. Keep talking to me, Ana. Tell me what you see."

"I-I'm tired. I-I just want to…sleep."

"You can sleep when I get you, please Ana, just tell me what you see."

I shut my eyes and decide that maybe I can just rest my head on my arm. I lay down very slowly, every movement aching my limbs. Already, I feel more relaxed as I rest my head.

"Ana! Answer me."

"I-I see you…"

"What?" His voice is panicked. "You see me? Right now?"

"…when I close my eyes."

"Stop this, Anastasia. Tell me what you see." His voice is angry now. Hmm, angry Christian. I like him when he's angry. I can just imagine his face brimming in anger right now, shouting into a phone. That picture stays in my mind as he shouts my name again. "Ana!"

"Goodnight," I mumble into the phone that is now resting on the ground by my head. I can't force myself to say much else, but at least he will know I'm done talking right now.

"What? Ana! What did you say? Ana! Ana! Answer me!" He is quiet for a moment longer. "…Fuck!" he shouts so loudly, it forces my eyes open with a snap. But seeing only the blackness of road in front of me, and hearing the slow beat of my heart, I gently close my eyes again and just wait.


A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read…or even click on it, I appreciate it!