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PLEASE NOTE – THIS IS WHY YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF OR READ ANY OF CHRISTIAN'S POV!

Beauty and the Beast – Chapter Twenty-Seven

Christian walked hastily back towards Ana's hospital room. He had left with reason and he was back with that reason in a box clasped under his right arm, held against his side. Taylor had thought he was going crazy when he had started to rummage but, Christian was on a mission and he was going to show Ana how life was going to be from here on out. There was no doubt about one thing – Ana was never, and he meant never, going to lose him. He needed her to realise some things because clearly she didn't understand how vehemently pure his motives were when they concerned her.

He picked up his pace and strummed his fingers along the side of the box and just continued forward but, when he saw Ana's room come into few he realised how empty it was how Sawyer was absent.

What he found shocked him to the core. It seemed that every day they were one step forward then fifty steps back. Right now, her recovery just seemed to be prolonged. She was staring off at one of the blank walls to her near empty room, heart monitor back on and oxygen cannula back and this was the most lifeless he had seen her.

"We have a problem," Grace commented as she stepped in bedside Christian. She had been talking to Sawyer about keeping observation on Ana when she wasn't around. Seeing Christian back made her feel slightly better. "Ana unleashed hell and everyone disappeared."

Christian looked shocked beyond belief. He had barely been gone two hours, how could anarchy unleash itself so easily?

"She's hardly spoken since everyone left," Grace stated as she came to stand by her son. "I found her screaming into her pillow after I had gone to ring her parents," Grace told Christian sadly. "She was just screaming, barely breathing. I called a code blue and administered a dose of benzodiazepine to just relax her. The moment it worked she calmed down but, she was still laboured with her breathing."

"Fuck," Christian said, running a hand over his head. "What got her to this point?"

Grace shook her head sadly, "She literally flipped out after I went after Mia. Said some god awful things I can assume and made everyone leave. I found her crying alone in her room, Sawyer looking terrified outside the room. She thinks she's lost everyone."

"She hasn't lost me," Christian stated and saw his mother smile, "I just needed to go and grab reinforcement." He turned to his mother, "It is okay to bring this in right?" He asked and showed the box but, hesitated to open it.

"As long as she can't do damage with it then yes but, don't leave her with it alone," Grace warned and didn't want Ana to run any risks whilst she was alone. "She's scared of herself right now," Grace admitted and could see Christian's eyes illuminate with fear. "She's completely out of sorts with life right now and she needs to make her wrongs right before she falls any further. She's convinced that she won't get to do that because everyone's left."

"I will get them back here," Christian stood by that adamantly. "What's happening? Do I need to ring Flynn?"

Grace shook her head, "I did that not long ago. She's being started on Prozac tomorrow. John wants to come by and discuss with you how regimented she'll need to be on them," Grace could see the horror lace onto Christian's face but, she needed him to see the benefits that Ana would reap from these. "She'll be less prone to anxiety attacks, Christian once they take effect and she'll find it easier to rest. I know it's extreme but, you know we wouldn't be pushing for this if it wasn't truly, truly necessary."

"I know," Christian admitted lightly, "I guess I kind of hoped that Ana would just get better. She would see the brighter side of this." He sighed, letting his hopes go, "I guess I need to be sterner than I was and I will be. I will help her through this."

"If you can just get her to speech again it'll be better than nothing. It'll be a start here," Grace hoped as watched Ana reach up and wipe her face clear of tears. "Christian, that girl will get through this and we will get our lives back on track but, please, please tell me you aren't just here to make sure she gets better and then leave her."

"I'm gonna marry that girl in there," Christian spoke with a grin. He gave an almighty teeth bearing grin at the one thought.

"Thank God," Grace moaned her appreciation. "She wouldn't survive a life without you. I can see that now, Christian and I know it's bad timing and we're in a sticky predicament but, I thank God you found Ana."

"Now's my time to go and show her that she's mine," Christian told his mother and gave his mother a confident smirk and walked into the room, placing the box down and then went to Ana's side. He crouched down so he was eye level with Ana and saw her eyes searching all over his body as if to make sure he was really in front of her.

"You're back," Ana whispered, stating his existence as if it wasn't real. "Why are you back?"

"Of course I'm back," Christian spoke back gently. "I know I left in quite a bit of haste but, I have my reasons. I had to come back."

"I told you to leave," Ana brought her hand up to cover her eyes as her face screwed up and she began to cry. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"Oh, Baby," Christian sighed as he saw how upset she was with herself. "I know it seemed that way but, you telling me all that just forced me to take my foot out of my ass and be what you needed." He gave her a bright smile, unwilling to let this go on any longer. She had her few days of being upset but, now she wasn't allowed to wallow. "The man you love. That controlling, stern, megalomaniac man that drives you stir crazy at the best of times but, who gets the point across every damn time."

"I think I need him," Ana admitted softly and she knew she could do with a stern telling off and bit of his comical wit to keep her in line and she was thankful for noticing a twinkle glisten in Christian's eyes.

"Good because the point I have to make here is that my Ana, the one that is lying in wait to break free, is gonna cause hell on earth when she makes her comeback. She is going to sass and she is going to break through so many glass ceilings regardless to get what she wants. She is going to be stronger and bolder and she is going to make more statements that ever," he told her and even though Ana was doubtful, he could see he was shaking its foundations that had be set in deeply. "This, what you're feeling right now, is going to change and it will stop feeling like some massive ten tonne weight on you, baby. I will promise you that. I will never let you do this alone." He leaned in, "Ever." He gave her a kiss and then stood up, grabbing the black box from the table and he sat on the edge of the opposite her.

"What's in the box?" Ana asked and hated how weak and emotionless she felt under the influence of the drugs she was given. However, she was pleased they had calmed her and helped her rationalise but, she was ready to feel a little more awake.

"Our life," he stated with a very matter of fact tone and just lifted the lid to it. "In here is every little photo and memento we have every made together."

"Everything?" Ana asked disbelievingly.

"Okay, so a few things I had to leave out but, the important things are here," He corrected himself and smirked. "Like this," he said and pulled out the first ever photo the pair had of them together. "I remember this being taken."

"Over breakfast," Ana remembered reaching for the photograph. It was one Gail was compelled to take as Ana sat with legs over Christian's lap at the breakfast bar, both working on a crossword in the morning paper. "I will always love those types of mornings."

"Many more to come," he commented as he passed her photo after photo of their life together. It didn't matter than no one knew about them; Christian documented as many aspects of their life together. He then laughed and pulled something out and held it up to her, he saw her eyes widen and her lips twitched.

"Is that the handle from my bedroom window?" Ana asked eyeing up the silver metal rod in Christian's hands and she watched him smirk. "You still have that?"

"I literally broke into your bedroom, of course I kept it," Christian quipped humorously. "Smothering your orgasms with my lips is a lot of hard work."

"If I remember we mastered the art of it," Ana smirked knowing there were multiple times Christian snuck in via the fire escape and there were numerous times he had hidden under her bed when Kate had entered the room.

"What we going to do when we're not playing dangerous, Miss Steele?" He asked, trying to pull her free of emotionally bindings.

"I don't know," Ana murmured, worried about how they would cope. She then broke down and felt the need to liberate of herself of her actions. "I didn't mean a thing I said," Ana admitted with such sorrow her soul was screaming the words. "I don't even know why I said it," she said and even though she wanted to get hysterical but she guessed the drugs in her system were doing the good job of putting up a protection barrier.

"You don't need to beg me for forgiveness when forgiveness was already given," Christian told her honestly and he knew everyone else would feel the same.

"My parents probably hate me," she whispered at him. "I am screwing my life up bit by bit and I can't stop myself." She took a deep breath and at long last let the one think that was both keeping her going and hindering her free. "I still want my life with you," Ana murmured against his chest. "I can't love anyone like you. I've never loved anyone like you, Christian. I don't ever want to try and do that when it's so natural with you. I can't find it with someone else."

"Well it's a good thing you and I will be in this life a long time together eh?" He asked her and knew his life was destined to be with Ana. "You and me, we will take down Kaitlyn and the rest of the world. You can scream and shout at me all you like but, baby, I left with just cause. I left with a reason to do so. I wasn't leaving because you screamed at me to do so." He smirked pulling a photo up, "I was hoping we would do this again sometime soon."

Ana had to laugh a little and she found it therapeutic. There before her was a picture taken when Christian had put the timer on for the camera and left it on the side before he had picked her up and promptly placed his head between her breasts making her giggle.

That entire day was a good day.

"I love that sound," Christian stated and he saw her look at him and agree. "I know you feel lost, Ana. I know this world seems like a battle but, you and I, we'll conquer it all. I won't let this win. I will make you feel like you did."

"Good," Ana uttered lightly. "I want my life back," Ana whispered at Christian. "That's all. I want my life back in my command. I want my parents back, I want my faith back and I want to be better."

"Life is coming back," Christian spoke softly to her and smiled. He could see that even though she was drugged, there was still a hint of Ana shining through, refusing to give up to this. He then looked to the door way, "It really is coming back to you, Baby."

Ana looked to follow his gaze and her heart fluttered with hope.

There in the doorway were her parents.