A/N: Thank you to all the reviewers and followers, it is very much appreciated.

What I would like to say is that as this is my first FanFic, it is all a little nerve-wracking so special thanks to B&M and those of you that have encouraged and inspired me, I hope you understand how much it means to me.

Taylor's POV

Oh my god, the car is a total write-off, I can see that it is wrapped around a small but solid tree, the driver door is completely pushed in, at least one airbag has deployed but I can see blood stains at the bottom of the door – if the girl is alive, it will be a miracle. If she is able to survive this with minimal damage, then the Boss had better latch onto her as she will be charmed. Somehow by the look on his face he thinks she's dead and goodness knows why, it looks like he is blaming himself.

I don't know what has gone on in the Boss's life, he has never told me what happened in the past. I know he was adopted at an early age and I assume whatever it was that happened, must have been before then because Dr Grace and Carrick Grey appear to be the most amazingly loving people, especially Grace. However, I know the Boss has lived something horrific – no-one has that depth of sadness in their eyes, those types of night terrors or such a need for control without there being a trigger somewhere in the past.

My body moves to his side, he somehow managed to move the car from the tree when he roared – a huge burst of adrenaline which he will pay for when the situation calms, although I don't see that happening any time soon. He actually managed to move it enough that we can both now tug on the door to open it and get to the girl. She doesn't look good.

Christian's POV

Again, it's happening again.

Every time I open my heart, the person is taken away from me. I am bad for everyone, when something is going right, something else will happen to ruin it all. Evil, like a cloud seems to follow me around. This time I didn't even get to let her into my life and it's already happened.

I can't bear it, the roar comes from deep inside as I use all my strength to push the mangled CLK from against the tree it is wrapped around. There is no way that anyone could have survived a crash like this and I know that inside that vehicle is a part of my heart already. The part that had flared to life just 5 hours ago is probably now dead and worse, I think the rest of my heart will go with it – I don't know what it is about this girl but I feel tied to her.

Taylor reaches me and together we are able to tear open the door. As we do, Taylor gives me a curt nod as I turn to relieve my stomach of its contents – in the light of the torch, all I can see is Ana's blood caked pale, oh so pale face and I dare not reach in to touch her and confirm that she is gone.

For a second we both stand there in the rain and then Taylor pulls out his phone to call the ambulance while I shake myself, pull myself together and reach in to touch her face. I can't believe it, with a gasp I whisper, "She's still with us, only just, but she's still with us".

We manage to tear away the driver's airbag that thankfully deployed and seems to have saved her face but the side impact one didn't seem to deploy and her left arm is definitely damaged.

"I can't believe she's alive" and as I say that, there is a faint moan and we both lean forward.

Taylor says "let me". Taylor has a better view of Ana and moves into triage mode as he checks her over for any obvious signs of injury other than her trapped legs so that when the first responders arrive, they have the best chance of ensuring she survives. The biggest impediment to us being able to do anything for her is that her legs are trapped by the crushed in front console – she must have come off the road at a fast rate. Silly girl, why was she driving so fast in this weather?

Suddenly beyond the moaning I hear a whispered "Christian", I shake my head and look at Taylor, did I just hear that? Am I imagining things? The momentary look of shock on Taylor's face before he masks it allows me to believe that she really did say my name but she isn't conscious – oh please let her survive this. I realise that I have been holding her hand for the last few minutes and with the other hand, I try and brush the blood off her beautiful face and out of her hair.

Just as we hear the approaching sirens and Taylor starts to walk back to the road to lead the rescuers in, Ana moans "why did she hit me?" and Taylor stops.

Spinning around to look at me he gasps, "What did she say?"

"Taylor, she said "Why did she hit me?", why would she say that, does the car look like it's been hit?". I let go of her and start to walk the other way around the car and then we both see it, there is a big red gash on the back of the car. Taylor scrambles out to lead the first responders in and I go back to Ana, stroking her hand and trying to provide some sort of unconscious relief to her.
I am not someone who normally prays but I am praying like I have never prayed before that she can hold on, that she doesn't have any massive internal injuries and that she will be fine, the blood on the car though isn't a good sign and it's just lucky that she hasn't bled out already.

I don't want to let go of her little soft cold hand but as they bring in the jaws-of-life to start cutting her out, the only thing I can do is let her go and walk around to the back of the car where Taylor is standing and scratching his chin as he examines the back of the car. "She was hit, she's been hit by a red car by the looks of it, I thought there was something strange about the tracks back there, it looked like there were 2 car tracks. You stay here, I want to go up and have a look."

I don't want to leave Ana although I do want to go with Taylor but as they start releasing Ana's legs, her moans increase and it takes all my strength to not scream at them to hurry up, I move back to her side and keep holding her hand and that keeps me near the car. It seems like every time I remove my hand, Ana moans so I bend myself out of the way as much as I can and keep holding on. I ask where they are taking her and they say Seattle Grace which is fantastic because I can ring my mum and ask her to keep an eye on her – she might even let me in when normally with this level of injury it is only immediate family.

Oh god, I am going to have let her family know and Katherine Kavanagh as well.

I ask if they will let me ride in the ambulance but the answer is no as I am not family. They assure me that they will sedate her with painkillers so that her obvious distress every time I let go of her hand will be minimised and I realise I will be able to use the time on the drive back to make those calls.

I can't bear to see the damage to Ana's legs and torso, now visible as they feverishly work on stabilising her and so I avert my eyes, looking anywhere but at the sight in front of me, she obviously isn't saying anything as she is unconscious but the pain is radiating off her body.

In the darkness, I see a glint and to my horror, partially covered by the thick, dark underbrush, I see something that hits me deep in the pit of my stomach and has me screaming for Taylor to come back.

It looks like my past has collided directly with my future and in the worst possible way.