What if Ana had suffered a miscarriage at the hands of Jack Hyde? Here's the future… without the kiddies (at least for a little while!) A story with Kinky Fuckery thrown in for fun.

Of course as you know I do not own I am just merely borrowing the characters to use and abuse as I please!

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So a little shorter than I had originally thought it would be but still over 3,000 words!

"You don't have to do this Mrs Grey." Taylor tells me awkwardly. I know he means well and even though he's speaking out of turn and would never do so with Christian I am very grateful to have him by my side.

"I know Taylor, but I need too." I reply with a soft smile. "I'm beginning to understand why Christian needs control. If I wasn't in control right now I couldn't function."

I arrive outside the door to Elena's room and I really don't know whether or not I'm doing the right thing in going to see her.

"Taylor." I say and I sense him turning to look at me. "Tell me honestly what you think Christian will say if he finds out about this?"

"I think he'll be furious Mrs Grey." He replies and I turn to look at him and see him beaming.

"You're right." I smirk gripping the door handle. "But we'll worry about that later."

I swing the door open and am instantly faced with Elena gazing at me.

"Oh Ana! I'm so glad to see you're alright! How's Christian? Why aren't you with him?"

I glare at her unable to speak for a moment. Taylor is right beside me and I know he's as angry as I am at the woman's audacity.

"Elena Lincoln. This is a restraining order barring you from coming within fifty feet of Mr Christian Grey and myself Anastasia Grey." I say my voice firm and stiff.

I walk to her bed keeping my eyes on her. I know they're radiating fury as she cowers away from me the closer I get.

"Ana? A restraining order?" She asks shaking her head as if in confusion.

"Yes Elena. You stay away from me and my husband or I will personally escort you to a prison cell do I make myself clear?" I hiss making sure she knows that my threat is a promise too.

"I thought you and I were friends?" She cries and I snap.

I push my hand into her face and cup her jaw rendering her completely speechless. Taylor is shifting awkwardly beside me, ready to stop me should I go too far.

"Friends? You are nothing more than a paedophile Elena! A pervert, to whom I was once grateful to for helping my husband when he needed someone to be there for them. Now that same husband is lying unconscious in a hospital bed with a swollen brain because you decided to drive your car into us. You could have killed him Elena, and I take no prisoners when it comes to the safety and well-being of the man I love. Now come near either one of us again and forget the prison cell, I'll kill you with my bare hands." My voice is low, threatening, a hiss and the fear is sparkling in Elena's eyes making me even angrier. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Clear." She manages to mumble through the grip I have on her jaw.

I throw the restraining order in her face before stepping away, Taylor close to my heel.

As soon as we're outside the door I exhale a breath I know I've been holding since the second I walked into the elevator to come to the room.

"Are you ok Ana?" Taylor asks me softly.

I turn to look at him and I can see the worry etched in his face.

"I'm good." I reply with a smile. "That felt good."

"Mrs Grey if I may, that was awesome." He says with a twinkle in his eye and I can't help but laugh.

We walk back to Christian's room in silence. It's obvious that the closer we get the more the adrenaline leaves my body. Arriving outside his door I finally crumble, all the emotions I've been keeping in check for the past couple of hours come tumbling out of me.

"Ana!" Grace calls exiting the room.

She wraps me up in an embrace and I hold onto her for dear life.

"What happened?"

"Nothing it was fine." I reply. "I just… why isn't he waking up?" I sob and I feel Grace's arms tighten around me.

"He will, soon Ana he will." She reassures me. "Come on, come sit with him a while."

I follow Grace into the room and she pushes me gently into the chair closest to his bed. My hands instantly find his and I wrap them around him, hoping that somehow he'll know I'm there. I lower my head so it's by his shoulder and I cry into him quietly. I don't care that Grace, Carrick and Taylor are watching, I just can't stop crying.

I must have cried myself asleep. Grace is shaking my shoulder softly and murmuring quietly to me.

"It's nearly four thirty Ana, the press conference is in half an hour."

At these words I jump upright ignoring the protests from the headache I have. It takes me a moment to steady myself but I look at Taylor who gives me a polite nod letting me know he's ready when I am.

"Christian baby, I won't be long. I love you." I whisper into his ear before kissing his cheek softly. I run my hand down his face a couple of times before I manage to tear myself away from him. It hurts to leave him knowing that the whole time I was in a coma he didn't leave my side but I can't just sit there when there are things to be done.

"You ready Mrs Grey?" Taylor asks me and I nod weakly, I don't know what to say but I know I look awful not that I care what type of pictures of me end up in the press.

"I haven't called my parents Taylor, could you, before anything airs?" I ask holding my phone gingerly.

"Of course Mrs Grey." He smiles reassuringly and I give him a firm nod before allowing him to show me the way to the room where the press conference will be held.

I enter the room to flashes from cameras. I walk to where a podium filled with microphones stand and Taylor stays just one step behind me

"At around seven thirty yesterday evening, Mr Christian Grey and I were on our way to dinner when a car collided with ours." I say reading from the script provided to me by Amanda from the PR team. "We were driving along East Cooper Ave when a car came into us from South Hunter Street. The car collided into the driver's side. Currently Christian is unconscious due to swelling on the brain and we hope that he will wake when he is good and ready." My voice cracks here and I feel Taylor's hand slip into mine, I give it a squeeze, grateful for the reassurance he's trying to provide me. "Other than that he has contusions to the arms and legs, two broken ribs on his left side and a badly bruised pelvis. We expect him to make a full recovery and would be grateful if at this difficult time you would allow our family some peace to take care of him. Thank you."

"Mrs Grey! Is it true that this may not have been an accident?"

"The collision is currently being investigated at this time by the police, we'll know when they have concluded their investigation." I reply as calmly as I can.

"Mrs Grey! Is it true that you and Mr Grey know the person involved in the collision."

"That is neither here nor there." I reply gripping Taylor's hand tighter as I begin to panic.

"Mrs Grey what injuries did you sustain in the accident?"

"I have a broken wrist and contusions only one of which required stitching."

"What plastic surgeon stitched you up Mrs Grey?"

"You have got to be kidding me." I mumble. "The best one here." I reply loudly with a look in my eyes that warn them to back off. "That's all for now, again please respect our family's privacy at this time."

Taylor lets go of my hand but then returns his hand to my back as he leads me out. I'm barely holding it together and as soon as I'm out of the room I gasp at air that I've been deprived of for the past few minutes.

"You ok Ana?" Taylor asks me softly.

"I'm good." I reply with a nod. "Let's go back."

I manage to hide my fear from Taylor but never do I want to have to give a press conference again. I didn't even have to do it with my engagement, the PR team sent a notice and the paparazzi captured pictures of the two of us whenever they could to splash across the tabloids.

Back in Christian's room Grace and Carrick were sat in a vigil beside the bed. Carrick's face snaps to meet mine and I give him a soft nod, I don't know what to say or how to act. He stands up and walks to me and I'm nervous, but when he wraps his arms around me I feel myself sagging into him.

"I'm sorry." I whisper trying to hold back my tears.

"You have nothing to apologise for Ana, I'm just glad that you're ok. This could have been much worse." He says and I nod into his shoulder in agreement, I know that it could have been much worse and I'm thankful so far that it wasn't but I am also praying that Christian wakes up soon.

"Come and sit." He says and I allow him to guide me to the chair he was occupying only moments ago.

I take hold of Christian's hand with one of my own while Carrick continues to hold my other. He reaches over the bed and takes his wife's hand and then we're sat in a circle, completely connected to one another.

Taylor walks in with steaming coffee. I didn't even notice him leave and I realise that I have done nothing but sit in silence with tears falling from my eyes since I spoke with Carrick. Which judging by the time on the clock was a good two hours before.

"Thank you Taylor." I whisper as he hands me my own Styrofoam cup.

He just gives me a nod of the head before he returns to standing at the end of the bed watching over the man who he works for and also a man he considers a friend.

Its heart wrenching but we watch and wait in silence. It's another hour and a half before Taylor looks at me and gives me a nod before leaving. I know what it means, the plane is about to descend into Aspen and he's going to meet Mr Bentley to pick up the security and the rest of our family.

"Wake up Christian." I whisper into our hands. "Please wake up for me baby." I'm pleading.

About half an hour passes and doctors come in and out, Grace talks to them but I don't. My tired eyes don't leave Christian's face as I will him mentally to just open his eyes and demand to know why I haven't eaten and then scowl at me for rolling my eyes at him. But it's just hope as he doesn't even move.

When the door opens Elliot, Mia, Kate and Ethan hurry inside followed by Taylor. He glances at me and I nod as if asking him to give me a minute. I know exactly what he's expecting from me but I need to be with my family for a moment.

"Oh Ana." Kate cries wrapping me up in her arms. "How are you? Are you hurt?"

"I'm ok, I'm ok I'll be fine once Christian's awake." I reply trying desperately not to cry again.

After greeting everyone I make my excuses to step outside where the security team have gathered.

"Mrs Grey, how are you?" Sawyer asks, other than Taylor he's always been my favourite, probably because he's the one that Christian hired to personally look out for me when everything happened with Jack Hyde.

"I'm hanging in there." I reply with a reassuring smile and I know they understand that I'm just being strong.

"Taylor, you will stay in the room with Mr Grey until he wakes and requests otherwise. Ryan you will guard this door at all time, other than myself the only people who are to enter are the Grey's, Kate and Ethan. All staff are to be ID'd. Sawyer and Prescott as much as it pains me to say this but you'll stick with me. If I'm in here you will be expected to wait out here unless I request otherwise, if I leave I expect you to follow without me having to say anything. Do you all understand?" My voice is stronger than what I expected it to feel. If anything it doesn't match the state of my dress and face.

After the group give an affirmative nod I smile thankfully at them, I knew they would listen and not question but I know they understand that I am weary about ordering Christian's Team around without his blessing.

"Good." I say before I stalk back into the room with Taylor close behind me.

"Ana we're going to go back to the house and rest." Carrick says as soon as my eyes meet his. Grace is leaning on him barely able to keep her eyes open. "I think everyone could do with getting settled too."

"That's fine. I'll call you if there is any change." I tell them. "Taylor I want Prescott to accompany the Grey's back to the house please." I tell him and with one nod of the head he's out the door.

"Ana come with us, Christian won't be pleased if you don't sleep and eat…"

"Grace I'm ok. I need to be here right now. I'll send Sawyer to find me something to eat in a little while but right now I can't even think of eating." I tell her and she nods.

"I'll bring some clothes back with us later." She tells me. "For the two of you."

"Thank you Grace I'd appreciate that." I reply and I lean in to give her a hug.

We both strain not to cry as we embrace but as soon as we break apart she's rushing out the door followed by Carrick and then the rest of the group. I sink into the chair by Christian's bed and curl my head up into the side of his chest. I'm quick to let sleep take over my body.

Familiar fingers running through my hair rouses me from my slumber. I think I'm dreaming though as the last time I checked the owner of those fingers was unconscious.

"Ana?"

I can't be dreaming because I'm half awake and that is definitely the voice of my man that is calling me.

"Christian?" I ask blinking my eyes open and lifting my head fearing that I'm hallucinating. "Oh my God you're awake!"

I lean over him and kiss him softly. He returns the kiss passionately and I feel his arms wrap around me. He doesn't realise he has broken ribs until he pulls me down to him and feels the pain.

"Take it easy baby you're hurt. Taylor fetch Doctor Michaels tell him Mr Grey's awake please?" I ask.

"Of course." Taylor says before hurrying out the door.

"What happened?" Christian asks clutching tight to my hand.

"We were in an accident, you've been unconscious for about eighteen hours." I tell him.

"An accident? In the car?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"How's the other driver."

"Suffering I hope." I spit and Christian glares at me.

"Baby it may not have been an accident, the police are investigating and I hand delivered a restraining order to the other driver who has two broken legs."

"Do I know the other driver?" He asks confused.

"Yeah baby. It was Elena."

He blinks at me but no emotions register on his face.

"Elena?" He says after a minute or two has passed and I nod. "I told you she was up to something."

"I know baby. I'm so sorry… if I'd only listened!" I begin to cry and he squeezes my hand tight.

"It doesn't matter Ana as long as you're alright. I need my phone. I need to organise security and I'm sure the press have already gotten wind of this so someone from PR will need to make a statement…"

My ever in control fifty… I grin at him and he glares at me.

"What?"

"I already did all that Christian. Prescott is with your parents, Ryan and Sawyer are outside this door and Taylor has been in here or with me the entire time. PR had me do a press conference this morning just to dispel any rumours."

"You did all that?" He asks in surprise.

"I know now why you need to feel in control Christian, it kept me going when I thought…" Tears fill my eyes and his hand is quick to cup my face and wipe away any stray tear. "I thought I might lose you."

"I'm going nowhere Ana." He warned and I nodded.

"I know."

As Doctor Michaels enters I make way to stand but Christian grips me tight.

"Mr Grey I need to check your ribs and your memory and such."

"I need to call your family anyway Christian, I'll be right outside the door. Doctor Michaels is the best in the state for head injuries. I wouldn't have just anyone tending to you."

"Come back?"

"As soon as I'm off the phone." I smile and he finally loosens his grip on me so I can stand. "I love you."

"You too." He smiles and I lean in to kiss him before making a haste exit.

As asked Sawyer follows me down the corridor. I fumble with my BlackBerry and call Grace to let her know that Christian is awake. They promise to come straight down and I relax some.