*This is my fanfiction only. I want nothing but to entertain people. All credit goes to E. L. James because it is such a great story.*

CHAPTER 1

Ana was putting on her short sleeve mid length dark blue dress. She had on a wide three inch black leather belt and black suede lace up wide high heel boots. Her very long hair was in a messy braid. She was going grocery shopping because she hadn't been to the house in Montesano in a few months and she kept the refrigerator bare.

She has recently graduated with her master's degree in Accounting Forensics, but hadn't heard back from eight out of twenty of the resumes she sent out. Twelve had declined her already. Her father had left her an inheritance, life insurance and their business they built together to keep her comfortable with all her living expenses for the rest of her life through investments. They put honorable people in charge as CEO to help her run everything. She has only used what she needed so far because of not wanting to come off as a pretentious person. She was not hurting for money due to it being several millions of dollars.

Raymond Steele died at the age of forty eight years old from pancreatic cancer. It took his life within six months. Ana was devastated. Her hero, father and the only man she ever loved was gone. That was three and a half years ago.

He left her enough money, properties, stocks and investments to keep her financially secure for her lifetime and her children's lifetime. He trained her in everything he knew from the Marines in self defense, gun handling, survival training and flying small aircrafts like 2008 Cirrus SR22-G3 Turbo airplane, four seater and 2006 Eurocopter EC 120B. She knew how to do maintenance on them from his training and had all the certifications. They were in mint condition stored in a hangar built in the property in Montesano along with a landing pad and small runway clearance.

Her mother dropped off the relationship radar after Ana turned seven and she was soon to be twenty two years old. Her mother had married several men looking for more money back then. Last they heard, she was working on husband number six according to the last background check Ray ran in early 2007. Ray was husband number two and was her father's best friend in the Marines until the day Frank Lambert, Ana's biological father, died from an accident during Marine combat training the day after her birth. Ray loved her like his own because she was all that was left of his best friend and he adored her. He invested everything he knew into Ana from the age of two years old, until the day he died when she was eighteen years old. He was a remarkable father.

Ana grabbed her keys to her 2011 Volvo C70 convertible in white that she just bought. As she was getting in the car in the driveway, she heard the whooshing sound of the blades of a helicopter overhead. Ana knew the engine didn't sound normal. She was looking around in the air for signs of the vehicle.

Suddenly, she overheard a large cracking sound of the top of a pine tree overhead and the splintering of wood. She ran back to the house just in the nick of time as the tree snapped in half and crashed into her car. The helicopter sputtered and balked until it crashed into a clearing in the back of her house in an open field.

She ran in the house and took off her boots putting on her high calf rubber boots. She grabbed her phone and shoved it in her bra. She ran out the door with her knife, first aid kit and crowbar.

She ran out into the field and was assessing the damage and the location of the fuel bladders underneath the bottom of the housing of the fuselage. It had crashed on its passenger side. Which was good as long as the pilot was alone. The blades were mangled and the entire thing was scratched and dented. She didn't smell any fuel leaking. She pulled herself up on the skids and climbed up on top of the fuselage. She put down her crowbar and was opening the pilot's side door and the one behind him. She saw a man unconscious strapped into the pilot's seat in an expensive suit. His head was lolling off to the side. She shoved the door backwards on its hinges and reached in, placing her fingers in his neck for a pulse beat. He was alive, but an electrical charge went up her arm. It was a strange sensation. His face had small glass fragments bleeding down his face and his left forearm was at an odd angle hanging across his body. There was nobody else in the helicopter. She climbed down inside of the backseating area and found the first aid kit on the wall too. She was better able to get at the man from between the seats, being the center one was removed. She tried the radio and it was dead. She reached up looking at what was the most handsome man she had ever seen bleeding or not. She started looking for items to splint his arm with after assessing his visible injuries.

He suddenly started moaning and was coming around. Ana found a metal bracket on the interior wall and crowbarred it off the wall. It was the perfect length and the matching one on the other side she got out her first aid kit and the rolled gauze. She proceeded to splint the left forearm snuggly to immobilize the two bones fractured.

The man said, "Who are you? Where am I?"

Ana said tying the knots in the splint, "You're in Montesano, Washington. You crashed into my property in a field after you took out my pine tree. It snapped and smashed my new car while I was getting in it. I got out of the way before it was too late. You have broken the ulna and the radius bones in your left forearm. I just splinted it and you have glass shards in your face, don't touch them. Can you tell me if your legs are ok or in pain? What's your name so I can call for help to get you out of the helicopter."

He said, "My left ankle is killing me. I'm Christian Grey." Ana whipped out her phone and called 911.

Ana said, "This is Anastasia Steele. I live at 230 Wynoochee Valley Road in Montesano, Washington. It's a long driveway setback in a wooded area. I had a helicopter crash in my back field. The pilot is a man named Christian Grey. He is conscious and has a broken ulna and the radius of the forearm. I splinted it and I am about to treat the lacerations to the face and hands. I am certified in First Aid and CPR. There may be a broken left ankle. He cannot be moved and is still strapped into his pilot's seat on its side. I'm administering first aid to the bleeding facial lacerations. Please send an ambulance and fire truck for his retrieval immediately. I checked the fuel bladders and they seem to be intact and no smell of fuel. Please hurry, it's directly behind my house. I'm with him in the vehicle at the moment." The operator told her that she was dispatching immediately and not to move the patient and blah, blah, blah. She took out gauze and proceeded to use tweezers to pick the glass out of his face.

Ana smiled and said, "You're lucky it didn't get into your beautiful gray eyes." She was mesmerized by his eyes; they were so unusual. Christian smiled slightly as she picked out the glass and cleaned his face. Her touches were feather light and gentle while treating him. She put bandaids on the smaller cuts but put butterfly bandages on the deeper ones to hold them together. She kissed his lips quickly when she was done and smiled saying, "There all better. Let me check you for other injuries."

Christian smiled slightly at how cute she was and thought she had the most incredible eyes herself in a cerulean blue. She examined his body as far as she could reach his legs going down gently to feel the bones in his right leg. She worked her way over to his left side under the cyclic column in front of him. He groaned when she got to his left ankle and she moved the fibula then the tibia. The fibula in the back had a little give. She stood up and went to check his ribs and he caught her hand with his right hand.

He said sadly, "Please don't touch my chest."

She cocked her head to the side and said softly, "It's ok, Christian. I won't harm you. I just need to know if your ribs got hit with anything? I won't touch you if you say so, my dear." She reached up and cupped his face, caressing it gently. He closed his eyes and sighed. He felt peaceful when she caressed him. It was so strange how she disarmed him.

He said, "My ribs hurt but they will be Ok, Anastasia. You have a comforting touch. I've… I never let people touch me other than a handshake. Only my little sister can touch me and now you. I don't understand it and don't know why you can."

She smiled at him and said, "Maybe it's my winning personality, charm or that I have great hair." He tried to chuckle and started coughing. She saw a touch of blood on his lip. She panicked. She heard shouting outside the helicopter and kissed Christian quickly on the lips and climbed up shouting to the men coming across the field. She yelled, "Over here hurry!"

They got to the helicopter and climbed upon the fuselage. They helped pull her out of the fuselage. She rattled off the injuries she found and told the one EMT that he had coughed and there was blood on his lips, but she couldn't touch his chest, but his ribs hurt. She told them that he can't bear to be touched on his chest so they know not to try. The EMT's and the firemen pulled Christian out of the helicopter. They placed him on a mobile gurney and immobilized his foot and ankle on the left side. And left the splints she used in his left forearm.

They lifted him up and carried him out of the field. As he passed Ana and grabbed her hand making them stop.

He said, pleading to her, "Please come with me?"

Ana said, "Ok."

The EMT said sternly, "No passengers can ride in the back."

Christian firmly said, "Then let her ride in the front. She has no car anymore." The EMT nodded ok. Ana ran in the house and grabbed her purse jacket and charger for her phone. She locked up the house and glanced at her poor car smashed to smithereens.

She got in the front seat of the ambulance and looked in the back at Christian. She asked, "Are you ok Christian?"

He weakly said, "Yes, I'm ok, Anastasia."

She said, "Good." She turned around and the second EMT driver was surprised she was in his front. She buckled her seatbelt and off they went.

Once they got to the hospital in the next town over of Aberdeen, they took Christian inside immediately. He made them pause a second and gave her his jacket with his phone inside it and said, "Anastasia, the code to my phone is 061882. Call Taylor and tell him to get my mother to come here." Anastasia kissed his lips that were bloodier now.

She said, "I will, honey. I promise." He smiled at her and they took him away. Ana studied the phone and unlocked it. She called the listing for Taylor.

He picked up, "Mr. Grey, where are you?"

Ana said, "This is Anastasia Steele. Christian crashed in the back field of my property in Montesano. He is at Harbor Regional Health Community Hospital in Aberdeen. The address is 915 Anderson Drive. When I found him, he had his left forearm fractures of the ulna and radius bones. I splinted them. Possibly a broken fibula at the ankle and facial lacerations from the glass. I think there are internal injuries but he wouldn't let me examine his ribcage. There was blood on his lips from coughing. He gave me his jacket and phone with the code to call you. He said he wants his mother and you to come. I am staying here in the waiting room on his request."

Taylor said, "Thank you, Miss Steele was it? I will contact them immediately."

She said, "I'm not going anywhere. He smashed my new car landing with half a snapped pine tree top smooshing it. It was a very narrow escape. I was getting in it to go to the grocery store. Luckily I was there to help him. I hitched a ride with the ambulance."

Taylor said, "We'll be there as soon as we can get there."

Ana said, "Ok." He hung up.

She paced and worried and got a couple candy bars and a couple cups of coffee and a bottle of water from the vending machines. She waited about two hours later and the nurse wouldn't tell her anything that was going on with him. A woman, who must have been his mother, came in demanding an update on his condition and about four other well dressed people with her. There were about seven other people in the waiting room other than herself. She still had on her dress, jacket and her rubber boots she calls "mudders". She felt like a hick. They all must be wealthy because even Christian had on a Tom Ford suit.

A big man in a black suit and a butch military haircut, walked into the waiting room and said, "Anastasia Steele?" She smiled and put her hand up.

He walked over and said, "Thank you for taking care of Mr. Grey."

She handed him Christian's phone and jacket. She said, "I'm glad I was there to be of help. If he would have been five minutes later I wouldn't have been there or if that tree would have got me. We were both lucky."

Taylor smiled and said, pocketing the phone, "Sounds like you were." A woman Ana assumed was Christian's mother came up to them.

Ana said, "Have you found out anything in his condition? Excuse me, I'm Anastasia Steele. Christian crashed onto my property." The woman grabbed her and hugged the stuffing out of her.

The woman, with tears in her eyes, said, "You saved my son's life. We'll never forget you for this. Please tell me what happened? They have him in surgery at the moment for a ruptured spleen and a rib punctured his lung on the left side. He broke his fibula in his left ankle, as you know the left radius and ulna. The doctors said whoever put the split on his arm and took care of his lacerations to the face, did a good job. That was you wasn't it? The paramedics said you had diagnosed all his injuries but couldn't address the left ankle or the chest because he wouldn't let anyone touch him until he was unconscious from the anesthesia medication. You saved his life."

Ana said, "We were both lucky." She proceeded to tell the whole story to her as the rest of his family gathered around.

After about another two hours later the doctor came out and told the family and Anastasia that the surgery went fine and he was in Recovery at the moment. He said they would be sending him to get x-rays and his casts on his arm and ankle as soon as he was conscious. Ana and his family were relieved that he would be ok. It felt to Ana like she just really let out a big exhale and knew he would be ok. She needed to leave and gave his mother her phone number to get in touch. His mother, Grace, gave her Christian's phone number too. Ana smiled at his mom. She was a good person. Ana called a cab to take her back to Montesano. She snuck out the door and went home. She didn't want to intrude in the family's business anymore, now that she knew he was going to be ok.

The next day, Ana contacted her insurance company and had the assessor look over the whole crash site and her car. They had a rental car delivered to her home and the vehicle towed away as a total loss. She hadn't even had it for thirty days. She was able to get a full replacement and just needed to go pick it up off the new car lot. Ana decided to get a fancier car at the Volvo Audi dealership.

Two days later, she got a 2012 Audi R8 Spyder convertible for $143,000 dollars in Sepang Blue Pearl Effect with black trim and rag top with light gray leather interior. It had all the bells and whistles on it. The reduced price after full trade value voucher for the 2011 Volvo C70 was $51,500. The Spyder cost her $91,500 more. It was a much cooler car anyway. She was able to have it delivered to her home in three days. Ana was excited because the car was so totally pimped out and fancy.

She went home and was cooking dinner, chicken fettuccine alfredo with broccoli, when her phone rang and she answered it without looking.

Ana said, "Hello?" It was quiet on the line.