Note: I do not own any of the characters, all credit goes to E.L. James.

Ana: (23)

March 15th, Sunday.

I startle awake from pounding on my barracks. Sawyer is shouting.

"Annie get your ass up! Today is mission day."

"Oh just shut the fuck up Sawyer, I'm up." I get suited up before yanking the door open.

"Meow, someone's not a morning person." I walk away with my middle finger in the air. I make it to breakfast in time to get some food and coffee. I never have liked coffee but in the Marines it is necessary. I'm done in ten minutes. I meet my 'men' for today, outside. Sawyer, Ryan, Reynolds, Prescott, Smith, Harrison, Berger, and Thompson.

"Alright we know are mission, ready?" I ask. There are a chorus of "Yes, Sir's."

We all hop into the back of our trucks with our gear on and rifles over our shoulder. After a two hour drive and an hour's hike we reach our destination. We all get to our posts. Our mission is to get one guy in this village, deep in the Afghanistan Mountains. We get our 'Go!' signal and ease our way in. I use a mud brick house for cover, and then flip to another house all with my gun drawn. I hear a few shots. My heart rate picks up. I exchange a look with Ryan. I hear man down in my ear. I move in as we all do. Suddenly there is a fire fight. Bullets everywhere. 9 versus 25+ men. I take down 4 before they even realize I was there. There are only four men left but I only see 4 marines including myself. I get one more enemy down before Ryan gets shot. Reynolds shoots one more enemy. There are two enemies against me that I can see. I shoot down one then run to Ryan I drag his body behind a house for cover before I run for Sawyer who is the next closest. Like Ryan he was shot on the stomach but also in the thigh. I drag his body with difficulty before I get him next to Ryan. I am about to move back out when I get shot in the shoulder. With one arm I shoot the enemy on the roof. I curse the pain. Reynolds gets shot twice, once in the shoulder another in the leg, right in front of my eyes. I get up and run as fast as possible to him. I drag him with one arm to the others, while I am almost to the cover I see Prescott a few meters away. She was the next person I'm going to help. I finally get Reynolds to cover, just to get grazed by a bullet on my leg. I reach Prescott she is semi-conscious, she uses her feet to help push along as I drag her. I rip me shirt for tying above my wound on my leg. I take a deep breath. I need to get help; I repeat this mantra over and over under my breath between curses of pain. I make it to an area that the radio works in.

"Mayday! Mayday! Men down, men down!" I yell into the radio. I hear the helicopter as I run beck to cover. There are only the 4 people I dragged there. Where are the other men? I almost make it before I am shot in the stomach. With the rest of energy and power I have I grab my gun and shoot the last enemy right in the chest. Pain consumes me. All I can hear are the helicopter blades close and feet pounding the ground. Dark oblivion.

3:34 am. That is what it is glowing in orange next to me after I woke myself up from another nightmare. Dripping in sweat I decide to get even sweatier and head to the gym. Grabbing my red Nike sports bra and my gray and black running shorts I am almost out of the door. I rip off one of our green post-it notes and scribble: In the gym, will make breakfast at 9. - 3 Ana. I always do this, have a nightmare, work out, cook, and then get on with my day. Alright, I grab my red Nike's and decide to try our new gym.

We just finished moving from Portland, where I stayed for the hospital, and moved to a 15th floor apartment at Escala. Almost everything is white, so Kate and I spent the better part of yesterday adding color and the feeling of HOME to our place. I admit I don't need a roommate, and I haven't exactly seen Kate in 5 years, but I missed her company and she is my best friend.

I open the heavy white painted metal doors to the gym and go straight for the treadmill, today is a running day. Sunday is running, Monday is yoga, Tuesday is Cross-Fit or sparring, Wednesday is dance (break day), Thursday is running, while Friday and Saturday I either teach some exercise classes or do whatever pleases me. The treadmill's here are rather expensive, but appreciated. There is no one here so I find a way to plug my iPod into the speakers. I turn the iPod on to my running music. I hop on the treadmill and the next thing I know I have tears running down my face, sweat dripping down my back, 3 hours and 20 minutes forgotten, and 26.2 miles behind. I have the feeling that someone is watching me, so without turning I see the copper hair reflecting in the TV, but nothing else before he goes to the men's locker room. I hop off and decide to go make breakfast.

I still have my earphones in as I make it into the apartment. I search the cupboards and decide on making an egg white omelet with mozzarella, spinach, parsley and tomatoes. I get everything out while dancing to Problem by Arianna Grande and Iggy Azalea. Less than ten minutes later and 9 am exactly I have the omelets, toast, tea for me and coffee for Kate, done. As I am about to knock on her door my iPhone rings. The name Sawyer is flashing on my phone. I answer.

"Skywalker, what's up!?" I ask enthusiastically. I haven't seen him in a few months.

"Hey Annie, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch?" I appreciate that he is straight to the point.

"Yeah, sure. Does one work?" I ask hopeful. I miss him; he is the closest thing I have to my brother left.

"Sure, meet me at the Dahlia Lounge on 4th. I'm feeling some seafood."

"Okay, bye." I hang up with a little more happiness in my day I miss Luke, and everyone.

I practically skip to Kate's door. I know she doesn't have anyone because there is nothing on her door handle. We had this conversation many times. Kate is 27 and B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. Long beach blonde hair, striking green eyes and an amazing body despite the fact she doesn't work out besides dance with me for fun. So yes, I am envious. She always has men to 'sleep' over, while I am a virgin at 23 but then again I haven't been focused on boys instead of my life and those around me. Kate and I met in college, which may be confusing but I will explain later.

"Breakfast is ready!" all I hear in response is,

"Hmmmmmm." That means she is sporting a hangover. I usually don't go with her because I don't drink but sometime I just go to have fun and act my age for a few hours, something I've never really done.

"Come on get up it is 9:30 in the morning, breakfast is done." I say in my most 'nurturing' voice.

"Fine! I'm getting up okay." With that I make my way to the kitchen and grad two Advil's in advance.

She stumbles out of her room with her party dress still on, but backwards, and makeup all over her face. I can't help but giggle a little.

"Here Babe." I say handing her all her food, drinks and pain blockers. We start eating and she tells me all about her night last night. I tell her I am going to meet Luke for lunch so I make my way to my room. I hate shopping so I find outfits I like go to Neiman's and she picks everything out while I pay. I have all the money from my unnecessary job at Clayton's during college, the Marines, an inheritance from my birth mother, and the money Ray transfers into my account, also the money from the job at SIP I got about a month ago.

I pick out a plain white tee-shirt and notice that it is a rather cold day do I toss a black leather jacket on the bed. With that I head to the shower. I think of everything that has happened in my life, from my adoption, before that, Ray, Matthew, school, the Marines, everything. I sadly even think about the bitch Carla, who is my adoptive mother. Ending with that thought I can't help but turn the water heat up and try to scrub the thought off. I will never be satisfied on being 'clean' of those thoughts. I hop out of the shower before the numbness to the heat 'turns off'. I stare in the mirror at my large blue eyes, pale skin, naturally curly hair, and the fact that there is nothing there but the word plain. I decide to keep the curly hair so I flip my head upside down, add mousse and dry like this. When I flip my head up I have almost perfect soft medium tight curls. That's the funny thing with my hair, add mouse you get curls, dry plain you get big soft curls, dry with a brush and you get waves. It is not hard to straighten either; this is probably the best feature of myself: My long hair that is almost down to my hips when straightened but under my shoulder blades when curly.

I go back into my room put on a black 34 C bra, almost see through white Tee, black jeggings, the trendy black combat boots, my leather jacket and toss on a pair of sunglasses on top of my head. Put my wallet in my pocket and am out the door.

The elevator doors open and inside is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I recognize the copper hair from the gym, but he is the definition of perfect. Cut jaw with a five o'clock shadow, tall and you can see his muscles under his suit. Damn. I keep an impassive face and nod to an obvious marine and the Bronze God. I assume Buzz-cut is a CPO because you can tell he is packing. I turn to face the steel doors, but can still see their reflection. There feels like there is a magnetic pull so I can't help but hold my breath, hoping the feeling will go away. It doesn't. Jeez this is the longest elevator ride ever! 12th floor, 11th, 10th, 9th, . . . Finally the doors start to open to the garage. I turn around and nod to the God, after I say Semper Fi to Buzz-cut. I decide to take my motorcycle today. I mount my bike, put my helmet on and am on my way to 4th. What the hell just happened?

Christian: (27)

I jerk awake gasping for my breath. This is the 5th nightmare I have had this week, alone. I swing my legs over my bed and make my way to the bathroom. I really need a new submissive it has been a few months since Susannah. I decide that I will give Taylor a break from working out with me this morning. We got home late last night. He needs his sleep and it is only 5 in the morning.

I grab a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and slip on my black Nike's. I have to take the stairs down all 30 floors. We found out last night that the private elevator isn't working I am in the mood to get a head start and take the stairs. I open the door to the gym and am stopped in my tracks when I see a brunette literally sprinting on the treadmill. I can't help but watch her.

She is in just a red sports bra and black running shorts. Her long brown hair is barely contained in a ponytail. Her skin is pale and flawless, though I do notice a tattoo on her rib cage. I can't think of what the other marks on her skin are, there is one on her shoulder and high side stomach area. They look like scars but I can't think of what they are. I can't see her face, but her body is beautiful. Shit Grey when do you say women are beautiful. She has long runner's legs, a perfect size ass and tits. She suddenly stops and I see all of the sweat running down her back and face. I walk into the men's locker room before she notices me. I wait ten minutes before I exit. I can't help but look at the treadmill she was running on. I have to do a double take when I see 26.2 miles in 3 hours and 20 minutes. Shit that is fast. I work out for an hour and make my way upstairs. My thoughts are filled with the Goddess from the gym.

I feel bad when I have to cancel of Grey family brunch every Sunday, but I have to run into work for a bit. I text my mom that I can't make it. Whenever I call her she guilt trips me into coming. I wish they would just forget about me, it would be a lot easier on them. I put on my dark gray Armani suit and a black tie.

I meet Taylor and his stoic professional demeanor by the normal elevator. He goes in first, and then nods for me to enter. The elevator stops at the 15th floor to let someone on. Taylor tense's slightly before the doors open. When they do, in walks the Goddess.

She looks at me then Taylor, nods, then turns around. Is she not affected by me? Wait, she is holding her breath, yes she is. I noticed how breathtakingly beautiful she is in the short time we exchanged glances. Her face is pale but there is a slight natural tan. Rose tinted cheeks, plump pink lips and an upturned nose. When our eyes locked I could barely contain my gasp at her blue eyes that made my soul feel naked.

There is a magnetic pull feeling I get and I can't understand it. I don't understand anything. She is the most breathtakingly beautiful creature but looks semi-innocent. Her eyes are innocent with a hint of danger and experience. When she turns she keeps her hands behind her back and stance is slightly widened. She is, I would guess, 5'6'' and looks hot in her outfit. I notice in the reflection of the elevator doors, that you can see her lace bra under her semi see through shirt. I feel my pants tighten. Great you are just getting a boner looking at her and now you have to walk in public. The floors go by with a snail's speed. The pull feeling is almost suffocating me. Thankfully the doors open and she turns to nod to me but shocks the shit out of me what she tells Taylor, Semper Fi. I stay in the elevator from shock as she gracefully mounts her bike, puts on her helmet, and rides away. What the hell am I feeling right now?

Taylor:

First I am woken up by Sawyer telling me the elevator doesn't work, then I find out the Boss went to the gym without security and Sawyer asked to get lunch off. What a great start of the day.

"Hey T, can I get lunch off to go see my sister?" He looks hopeful.

"Sawyer you don't have a fucking sister." Who does he think he is fooling?

"She was my best friend's sister; he died a few years ago. I consider her my sister. So please, it will only be a few hours?" Now I understand.

"Fine, a few hours and I'll set up the reservation."

"Great! Thanks T." With that he leaves and I get ready to go with the boss to Grey House on a Sunday.

The Boss is waiting for me by the elevator. I am pissed at him for leaving and the fact that the private elevator is not working. I check the elevator as protocol requires then let the boss enter. We are riding straight down until the 15th floor. This is why I don't like to ride this elevator; you never know who is going to come on.

I tense as the doors open but in walks a Goddess. She is far too young for me but she is the definition of perfect. Then I realize the boss is staring. I realize she is the submissive type of his but then she stands in an almost military stance. That means she is not submissive. She looks too innocent. I am shocked when, before she leaves, says Semper Fi. How did she know I was a marine? She is a mystery. I watch her mount a sexy as fuck motorcycle with black and gray cammo print on it and ride off. I step out to leave and barely catch the chuckle in my throat when I she Grey is sporting a boner and has his eyes wide and mouth open. This is going to be interesting.

Note: Sawyer looks like Chris Pine.

Sorry about abandoning the other story. I will try to update this one once a week.