A/N: So it's raining out here in Northern California, and I'm at home with my injured leg, so I figure why not give the people what they want! LOL Also we have gotten rid of the Elena and Jose trolls. That saga is over. My story is far from being completed, but that part is done. We are now going to have drama. It's going to have smut, some fluff, but drama. You guys please remember that I will only write an HEA FOR CHRISTIAN AND ANA.

All mistakes are my own.

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As soon as Ana stepped off the jet, she signaled for the medic to get on board. She waited by the steps as the man jumped out of the car and rushed over to her.

"It's a lot of blood."

She could tell he wanted to ask more questions, so she decided to speak.

"His tongue has been severed. Stop the bleeding enough to keep him alive. There is also a woman shot. She's a doctor. Make sure to keep her alive." Eyes wide, the man silently wondered what the two inside the jet did to piss off a Grey. He'd rather kill himself than face their wrath.

Nodding, he ran up the stairs and Ana heard him swear under his breath before she walked back to Taylor. He was leaned against the car smoking a cigarette. When he saw her he tilted his head before dropping the rest of it and stepping on it.

"Did you handle it?" He asked. Nodding her head she leaned beside him. His mouth quirked up at the corner a bit. Ana folded her hands across her chest before staring out into the darkness.

"There is a lot of blood. The pilots may talk."

"Mr. Grey pays for their silence. What of Elena?" Focusing his gaze on her, he raised a brow.

"I decided I want her to live. I want her auctioned off with Jose. I want her to go first. Can you arrange that?"

"I can."

"I also want to have it recorded. Any possible way you can make it live? I want her to know and to see me on camera watching."

Taylor's eyes lit in wicked humor.

"You truly are a woman after my own heart, Mrs. Grey. If you were not attached to the love of your life I'd steal you away." Ana giggled at that, knowing the man was joking.

"Where to Mrs. Grey?"

"Take me to see him."

…

As soon as Taylor pulled up to the front Ana walked up to the elevator with him following close behind. She ignored the reporters taking her pictures near the entrance and was grateful Taylor was there acting as a buffer. When they arrived on the tenth floor she was surprised to see Elliott pacing the hall.

"Elliott?" she said hesitantly. When he glanced up, he smiled before walking over to Ana.

"Ana, hey. I saw you coming into the hospital on the television and said I'd meet you in the hall."

"Is something wrong?" She asked. Elliott shook his head before running a hand through his hair.

"God, no. Look. Can we talk for a moment? In private?" Just then, Taylor stepped up.

"I'm sorry Elliott. I know you're Christian's brother but in the case of an emergency concerning him, I am to go wherever Ana goes. I will be by the window but I cannot let her leave without me."

Sighing, Elliott nodded.

"I understand Taylor." Turning to Ana he smiled.

"Want to go stand over there?" He asked pointing to the corner wall, opposite where Taylor would be standing. Nodding she followed him stopping only when he did. When Elliott whistled he gestured to her clothes.

"Fancy clothes for the hospital." Ana blushed remembering she was wearing her outfit still.

"I wanted to dress up for your brother. I want him to see me looking good when he wakes up," Ana blurted out. She would never say what she did. At least not to him. Besides, she had no clue who was listening to her. Elliott looked skeptical but accepted what she said at the moment.

"Look. I want to apologize for my behavior earlier. I want us, you and I to get along. I know I was acting in emotion, and that you were trying to protect my brother. Even now thinking about how I acted fills me with shame. Christian would have torn me a new one for going against your wishes. Especially now that you're his wife." Ana was stunned. No one had ever apologized to her in her life. She thought that the confrontation with Elliott would drive a wedge between them. She was used to dealing with the Rodriguez family so she had no real experience to pull from. Her surprise must've shown because Elliott chuckled.

"Surprised, huh? Well, that's how it typically goes into a family. Siblings fight like cats and dogs, but will go to bat for one another when the time comes." Reaching out, Elliott squeezed her hand.

"Christian has done everything for me. I knew it was tough on him when our father died. Not only was he in charge of the most powerful families in the world, but he also had to help raise his brother. It wasn't something he signed up for, but he never complained. I think when our parents died I saw him cry once. He didn't even know I was watching him. He was sitting in our father's office and he was holding on to my dad's favorite sweatshirt. He always wore it when he played football with me or Christian. I never saw the shirt again, but I knew Christian had it. Knowing him, I know he has it today."

"When he met you I had never seen my brother genuinely happy. Amusement and slightly intrigued yes, but never truly happy. When you were in danger, you became his top priority. I knew at that moment I wanted to help him in any capacity. If that was officially joining the family business, then I would do it. I'm only telling you all this Ana, is because I know you love my brother and want what's best for him. We both do. And as his wife, I have to trust and know that the choices you make will ultimately benefit both of you. I just want you to know that I promise to never doubt what you know to do it right."

By the end, Ana had tears in her eyes. In the Grey family, she found more love, acceptance, and honesty. Traits that had been missing for so long. Gasping she walked over and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Elliot. I want you to know that I love your brother, and I will protect him with my life," Ana said conviction in her voice. Squeezing her to him he felt his own eyes tear up.

"I know. Besides, Kate said she would not have sex with me for a month if I didn't apologize so I thought I better get a move on it," he said lightly, causing Ana to giggle before pulling away. Suddenly a doctor came into the waiting room where they were talking. The man instantly recognized Ana and Elliot.

"Mrs. Grey. Mr. Grey is waking up."

….

Elena blinked her eyes open in confusion. She turned to her right noticing the jet window. Brows furrowed, she tried to remember what happened, then her eyes widened in realization. Ana cut out Jose's tongue in front of her before shooting her. She said that she'd bleed out. So why was she alive still? She tried to move her hands only to find herself still tied up. Sensing movement from her left she was surprised to see Jose still alive. She sneered at him. The man looked truly broken. Still ridiculously pale, and the whimpers coming from him every so often annoyed her.

"Shut up, Jose! This is all your fault. If you'd had killed the girl like I said we wouldn't even be here." His eyes widened as he began whimpering more. He must've been trying to speak but she no longer cared.

"Now I'm going God knows where. Probably to be someone's servant for the rest of my life." Just then a voice came from behind her.

"No. You'll be more than a servant. Maybe add sex to the title, and that would be more accurate."

Elena waited as a tall, thin man came and sat in the chair opposite her. Since Jose was to the front left, he positioned himself so the two of them could see him. When he sat back, she noticed the ugly scar that went across his face. From ear to ear. When he smiled his teeth were crooked and rotted looking, and the suit hung on his body like a coat hanger. His hair was long and greasy looking, and it wasn't until further inspection that Elena noticed a hand missing. He chuckled when he saw where her eyes landed.

"I know. It's always a shock. Since I'm so tall people really don't focus on my missing hand. You, however, shouldn't concern yourself with that." Scowling, Elena asked who he was.

"A dealer. I sell anything. Guns, drugs. Today it's people. I don't typically dabble with people, but I owed a debt, and this is me paying it." Pulling out a cigarette he quickly lit it before inhaling deeply.

"Taylor went in and tried to look for my daughter when no one else would. It was a lifetime ago. Even though she died, he found her body and brought it back to me, and my wife at the time. I promised him I'd look out for him. Seems you two were apart of the same ring that killed my daughter and caused my wife's suicide. For that, you will meet the same fate." He took another drag before speaking.

"You will both be auctioned off tomorrow. We have to get you all cleaned up for your new owners. I've already received explicit instructions for you Jose," he said to which the man began to cry openly. "As for you, I've been instructed by Mrs. Grey personally to surprise you. She said you enjoy surprises," he said chuckling at the fear on Elena's face. Standing, he took another drag from his cigarette before putting it out.

"I don't know what you people did to piss off a Grey, but even I know they are untouchable. And I push a lot of buttons. Usually."

….

Elliot said he would call Kate to tell her the good news.

"You go, Ana. It should be you."

Thanking him, she smiled before following the doctor. She knew Taylor was behind her, and that gave her somewhat comfort. When they arrived at the door the doctor spoke.

"Mrs. Grey. I want you to know that it may seem scarier than what it is. We had a machine breathing for him because of the constant strain his lungs have been under for the past several days. One bullet was lodged in his lung, and removed; the other hit a nerve."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, it could mean a lot of things. The nerve hit specifically had to do with his motor skills in the lower half of his body."

Paling, Ana shook her head as if to clear it.

"Could he be paralyzed?"

"It's hard to say. He may have minimal movement, and we can build on it. At this point, it is up to your husband." The doctor's pager went off.

"I'm sorry, but I have to take this. I will be doing my rounds within the next couple of hours. If you need anything at all, please feel free to ask for me."

Shaking his hand, Ana nodded.

"Thank you."

Once he left, she turned to Taylor who only nodded solemnly. She knew what he was saying.

Go inside, Ana. You can do this.

Squaring her shoulders she opened the door before stepping inside. She gasped at the tubes wired to Christian, but she took comfort in all the beeping. It showed that he was still alive. She didn't like how frail he looked on the bed. She didn't like how pale he was either. Her Christian was larger than life. Grabbing the chair from the other side of the room she dragged it beside him. Once she sat down, she reached for his hand and brought it to her lips. Kissing his palm, she spoke quietly.

"Baby, I love you. I miss you. I'm sorry I've been away for so long. I had some things to take care of. I had to live up to the name of Mrs. Grey." Ana watched his chest expand as he took shallow breaths before continuing.
"Elena and Jose are dealt with. I've been avoiding Blake. He called me twice on the way over here. I know he's probably getting suspicious. I can handle it, but it helps to have Taylor and Sawyer around. I can see that even Maria is worried. But I won't stop until you wake up." Just then, she felt Christian squeeze her hand. She knew that he would be waking as that's what the doctor said. But to actually see it, filled her with relief. She waited with bated breath as his eyes moved behind his closed lids before he squinted opening them. Ana's was unable to stop the tears from running down her face and she brought his hand to her cheek while gazing up at him. She saw him try to speak, and his eyes widen when he felt something in his throat. She instantly shook her head before reaching and pressing the button.

"It's okay, baby. Don't panic. It's a tube placed to help you breathe. Just stay calm." Seconds later a nurse came in and saw Christian was awake. She grinned when she saw Ana clutching his hand.

"Hello, Mrs. Grey. So happy that your husband is awake. If you could step outside for a moment while I help get Mr. Grey more settled?" Just then another nurse came to assist her, and Ana nodded.

"Alright." Reaching over she showered Christian's hand with kisses smiling when his eyes softened.

"Later."

…

Once she stepped out into the hall she sagged in relief. Taylor immediately closed the distance.

"He's awake?"

Grinning she nodded.

"They have to remove the tube from his throat, but he seemed lucid." Taylor genuinely smiled before pulling out his phone.

"I have to let Sawyer know."

Reaching out, Ana placed her hand on Taylor's arm.

"Let him know. And if you could, let Maria know as well?"

"I will. The families will be notified first. Willow messaged me and said she'd be on her way to the hospital tomorrow afternoon if that is okay."

"That's more than fine." Before Taylor walked away Ana stopped him.

"Thank you, Taylor. For everything. I will never forget what you've done for me, and I will make sure that Christian knows." Looking uncomfortable with the praise he only grunted before nodding. Ana inwardly smiled. She found more humanity in men who society would classify as a lost cause than she did with the supposed good guys. It was funny how the world worked.

…..

As soon as the nurses left, Ana ran back into the room, taking her former seat. Christian was sitting up and although tired he smiled at her.

"Ana."

Biting her lip she held back a sob as he patted the space beside him. She brought her hand to her mouth.

"I don't want to hurt you."
"You'll never hurt me," he said voice raspy from days of unuse. Ana kicked off her heels before settling in beside him. When he wrapped his arms around her, she felt like she was finally back where she belonged. For a while, the two were silent until Christian spoke.

"How long was I out?"

"Three days. They had to force you into a coma so you could heal. The doctor should come by and explain everything."

"I can't feel my legs Ana," Christian said quietly. Leaning up, she kissed his cheek.

"It doesn't matter, Christian."

"Ana-"

Just then, a knock was heard before the door opened. The doctor smiled brightly.

"Well, Mr. Grey. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Dr. Brickson. Your wife has made sure we treat you with the utmost care," he said to which Christian smiled slightly causing Ana to blush.

"I had no doubt."

Clearing his throat, the doctor began.

"Well, your lungs look good. No fluid, and since we removed the bullet everything seems to be healing nicely. Your vitals are good, and the fact that you remember everything that's happened-"

"Why can't I feel my legs, Dr. Brickson?" Christian said harshly. The doctor looked a bit flustered at his demanding tone.

"As I explained to your wife, the second bullet his the main nerve. The one that basically controls your motor skills from the waist down. We were able to remove it successfully. However, there is swelling around the nerve along with your spine that may affect your ability to walk."

"Do you think this is permanent?" Ana asked. She felt Christian's eyes on her but she had to ask. She knew he wanted to know. Dr. Brickson looked at her for a moment before answering.

"Honestly Mrs. Grey I've seen cases where a person wasn't supposed to walk end up running a marathon. I've also seen cases where a person who was deemed healthy never walk again. It varies on the person. What I would suggest is you signing up for physical therapy right away. Since you've walked you're entire life, it's important to use your muscles."

"What about my dick?"

Ana gasped before sitting up and sitting back in her chair. She covered her face before groaning out an apology. The doctor only chuckled.

"It is quite alright Mrs. Grey. It is a normal question." Turning to Christian he spoke seriously.

"Mr. Grey, it all differs from each person. I can say that all of your tests came back fine."

"What do you think, doctor?" Christian asked. Ana could see his no-nonsense approach and she was glad he was at least trying to face this head-on.

"Personally, and again this is not my medical opinion, but I believe it's only swelling around your spine. Once we put you in therapy, which will be both water and office visits, we can determine the extent of your injuries. Swelling should go down in the next four weeks, and we can do an assessment then." Coming over to Christian the doctor held up his stethoscope.

"May I?"

…..

When the man left, The comfortable silence that once reigned was now filled with tension. Ana crossed her arms over her chest.

"At least we have some news. Not everything is lost. We can call-"

"Ana, there's no guarantee. You heard the doctor right now. I could never walk again."

"But he said you could. You just need to go to physical therapy, and-"

"And what? I magically walk! What if that never happens? You don't understand," Christian said scoffing. Ana couldn't believe the words coming out of Christian's mouth. She knew he was hurting, but he had no IDEA what she'd been going through for the past couple of days. She didn't know what came over her but she snapped.

"I don't understand?! Since you've been shot I have been through hell. Not knowing if you would wake up, trying to process handling all your business affairs, and trying to keep everyone out of our business. I then had an argument with your brother, on whether or not to let everyone know you were dead!"

"Ana-"

"And then! I dealt with Jose and Elena. They are no longer a problem. I did that. I did it because I love you! I didn't care about vengeance for myself. But I cared about what she did to you!" Ana paused suddenly feeling sick. She placed her hand over her mouth before shaking her head. She tried to calm her breathing before speaking again.

"I know you're frustrated. I know you can't see a good outcome. But I can. Because I love you, and I'm your wife. As crazy as my past was, you never gave up on me. So I'm not giving up on you. Tomorrow you will be in that physical therapy class. You will do everything that the therapist tells you. And in four weeks, when they say you can walk again, you will do just that. Because I need you Christian!" Christian's eyes were wide as Ana grabbed her shoes. She slid on both before glaring at him once more, flinging the door open and shouting Taylor's name. Before it slammed shut he saw Taylor and Elliot jump in surprise before it closed behind her.

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Go Ana! I want to let everyone know that when I started writing this, I did so with the intention of telling a story of a young woman who finds love but also herself. This is how I planned it. Don't worry they will be fine, but I want to show Ana's progress this way. Next up, what about Ana's spotting? Is she okay? LOL Anywho leave me a review I love you all!