Author's Note: Apologies for the time it is taking to update, if you have logged on and left me a review that I can respond to, or if you have friended me on Facebook, you will know that personal issues are leaving me with little time to actually write at the moment.

A little more detail, although I don't feel that I should have to justify my updates as I always update as soon as I can, if I haven't updated it's because I can't but my explanation is more so that I can as always, work towards increasing autism awareness and awareness that the effects of responses to autism go beyond the person with it.

My autistic son started high school at the end of January and after I called his teacher out for giving up on him after just 7 days, the teacher unleashed such vitriol and hatred towards me and petty nasty unprofessional behaviour that left me stunned and in utter turmoil, never in all the years of successful advocating for my son and successful interaction with his primary school have I been subjected to such treatment.
This has done things to my head and my ability to hear my characters, my brain has more important things to think about….my son and his future!

Anyway, it has actually taken the intervention of last year's teacher who was horrified at the new teacher's communication with her, her words "He isn't even my son and I was horrified, I can't imagine how you are feeling" and she spent several hours meeting and talking to him and thankfully he has seen the light and has changed his attitude so that things are settling down and moving towards the positive.
Having said that he is still setting more homework than is humanly possible to complete and which I need to supervise, this is all time that I would normally be writing.

So… here is a chapter and please bear with me, hopefully things calm down soon although as of yesterday there were 4 assignments to be completed over and above the aforementioned excessive homework, all to be completed in the next 2 weeks.

John Flynn's POV - Sunday

Well, that's not a phone call that I was expecting given that Ana has only just had her casts removed. Interestingly, Christian sounded decidedly sheepish. Who would have thought that he'd take her soaring and for the first time ever, crash his machine and apparently nearly die of exposure?

These two certainly have had more than their share of drama in their short relationship and quite frankly my head almost spins thinking about it. I am not surprised that he asked me to come in to the hospital quickly before they are released to have a chat as he's worried about Ana, while I can hear Ana's audible protestations in the background, there have to be some implications for their mental health with yet another near-death experience, I am intrigued to hear what has happened this time.

Walking into the room I am expecting Ana to be on the bed, well, she is but fully clothed and it is obvious that the actual patient is Christian and at my cocked eyebrow he simply shrugs and says "A bit of straining, nothing's broken or bent, a little hypothermia and some bruising, I'll be fine but I'm worried about Ana."

"Really, why are you worried about me? It was you that nearly died saving me and I was so worried and.." she breaks down into sobs and he raises his eyebrows at me as he pulls her into an embrace and I know he's right but it's her left hand as it rests on his shoulder that actually stops me as I open my mouth.

"Am I to believe that congratulations are in order?" I ask quietly and Christian's face splitting grin and the giggle sob that Ana emits is all the answer I need.

"Well congratulations, you really do move fast Christian! When did that happen? And I am surprised that the news reels aren't full of information about it."

"No-one knows other than Taylor and Ray who I'd asked just before we went soaring, that's another reason we need to speak to you, Ana would like to tell her mother before she finds out from the press but she doesn't want to see her." There is a pause and then, " Do you?" He addresses the last question to Ana with an inflection of shock and I can only imagine she must have stiffened when he said that she didn't want to see her mother.

In a small voice I hear Ana say, "I don't know, it seems mean to just tell her on the phone and I haven't seen her in so long" but the conviction in her voice isn't there and all I hear is the abandonment and fear of negative consequences again.

"Carla has been making remarkable improvements over the last month and perhaps, a quick visit might be possible, just a quick cup of tea" I say and I watch as Christian's jaw clenches and he tries to control his temper. I don't blame him for feeling this way towards Carla but for her rehabilitation to be complete, she will need to be able to see Ana and he will have to allow some sort of relationship between the two.

"We still don't know all the connections between Carla and Jack and Elena, I don't want Ana anywhere near Carla until all that is sorted, I am not risking Ana or her mental health," is said through clenched teeth in a mulish stubborn tone and too late he realises it when Ana rises up against his chest and looks at him, shakes her head, her eyes searching his until his drop momentarily.

"Baby, I don't want to see you hurt again. I just can't let her hurt you again." He almost pleads as he tightens his grip on her and looks back up at her, showing how far he's come he states, "It's not a case of telling you what to do, I am just trying to think of how I can protect you," and it's almost a mumble, "I'm sorry if that's what it sounded like."

He continues, "I had a lot of time yesterday to think of what I'd do if I lost you, I couldn't.." and his voice breaks and she falls back against him, hugging him as his arms tighten around her once again. It is pure unadulterated love emitting from him and I think it is Christian, even more than Ana that needs me to work through the drama of yesterday.

I don't know what happened but it is obvious that the thought of losing Ana spurred him once again to a heroic act, saving her, almost to his detriment. My mind goes back to the description of when he pulled her wrecked car from around the tree to save her life and wonder at what an amazing bond these two have, one that has had Christian physically saving her and Ana mentally saving him.

By the time the nurses come in to give Christian a final and I must say, very thorough examination, much to his disgust and Ana's amusement, I have had a chance to talk about what has happened since Ana's cast came off. As per normal, they have managed to fit so much more than the average couple into the last three days and I am guessing some bits have been abridged by the way Ana's cheeks have coloured several times and the way Christian has chuckled, burying his face in her hair and simply inhaling.

Their obvious joy, love for each and love of adventure together shines through and I hope that Christian doesn't become even more zealous in this protection of Ana to her discomfort especially as the focus on their engagement will no doubt be intense, beyond what she will have imagined. I hope it won't upset Ana and cause her to retreat or pull away from him, these two need each other to breathe and exist with meaning, rather than just existing as both were, before meeting each other.

By the time we are ready to leave the hospital premises, it has been decided that his family will be told about the engagement at Escala and Ana can ring Carla but that I and Christian will be there with her if she wants, listening on speaker phone. A formal announcement will then be made by the public relations department of GEH and formal photos showing not only that Christian is alive and well but that he is off the market.

With Ana and Christian happy with arrangements, we are about to leave the hospital room when Christian's phone rings and he answers it as he always does with his brusque "Grey here" and he stops walking and there are a few seconds silence then "Fuck, I don't care if you are happy I am alive, I want you to rot in hell!" and the phone goes sailing across the room.

Showing some surprisingly nimble reflexes, given that he has had no sleep all night, Taylor catches the phone before it slams into the wall and pockets it with a "Not the phone's fault" followed closely by a grumbled "It was new this morning." The lack of sleep and stress may well be getting to his strict control and he doesn't look at Christian when he growls, simply leading us out of the room he throws over his shoulder, "I will investigate how the bitch-troll managed to call your number as that is a breach of the Protection Order."

Ana has removed the ring, giving it to Christian for safekeeping so that no paparazzi or eagle eyed reporters end up with a scoop and we are on our way to Escala, Christian in obvious physical pain when walking as he grimaces but smiles wearily when Ana quips, "Make sure you take your medication now, there's no point being in pain."

Her eyes though cloud every time she senses his pain and her arm around his waist is more than just loving, it seems like she's trying to take some of his weight until he says, "Baby, my injuries are still nothing compared to yours, your pelvis is still not healed and your leg only came out of the cast on Friday and was jarred in the crash, so please don't try to take my weight, I'll be fine, it's just my muscles that are a bit strained, they'll be fine in a few days, your injuries will continue for months still."

It's almost like an afterthought but I'm not surprised when he adds, "I can't believe I was so stupid to do that manoeuvre so close to landing," here comes the self-loathing that I have been expecting about the crash but he stops in the middle of the corridor and says, "Taylor, do we know who was piloting that plane? Why they were there instead of 5000 ft above me like they'd radioed? That plane should never have been there."

Taylor responds, "We're on it Sir, as soon as it happened Welch had a team of investigators sent down to try and determine who, what, where and the end result for them, although I believe the pilot is deceased. It was all a little too convenient or …ah…coincidental"

"Oh Taylor, do you think it was on purpose?" Ana stops and Taylor looks uncomfortable and looks at Christian, I'm surprised that it's taken that long for either of them to think about why the accident happened but I guess they've been caught up in the survival side of it and hadn't gone back through the thought processes.

"Baby, we'll work it out, I very much doubt it, that airfield is a training field and one of the reasons I don't normally fly there at night, usually I do morning runs when trainee pilots aren't anywhere around." Christian says, rubbing his hand up and down her arm to reassure her, he may have calmed her but I can see the set of his shoulders and know that he isn't convinced himself at all.

I peel off from them and agree that we'll meet back at Escala and run the gauntlet of the media who push in my face for a bit and then realise that I am just another man, not "the Christian Grey" and they pull back. I casually ask who they are expecting and one novice shouts out "Christian Grey" and I shrug and say, "I saw him leaving out the back when I came in about an hour ago," the groan that arises is quite funny and they are off back towards their cars. Well, that was easy, I need to tell Christian and I ring Christian to let him know that the cars are leaving the hospital and unfortunately that means they are probably heading for Escala. Whoops, that move may just have backfired!

Ana's POV – Sunday

Finally we are in the SUV and on our way, we managed to evade the press but the stress of the last 24 hours is starting to seep out of my bones and while I want to keep it together, I can feel the shake start and I try to pull away from Christian so that he doesn't feel it and start to worry. He's been on the phone since we climbed into the vehicle barking orders and in control but as I attempt to pull away he instead pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and guiding me in against him, surrounding me with his warmth.

His chin is in my hair as he absorbs the shakes and he wraps up his call and lifts my chin, brushing his thumbs across my cheekbones removing the tears I hadn't even realised were falling and he gently takes my lips. "Baby, it's ok to cry, let it out, it's been a scary night but we're ok, we're both alive even if it seems hard to believe, pinch me if you have to, and " he says, his lips curling up into a smile against my lips, "and we're going to be married."

"And you think that doesn't worry me?" I say although the shakes have started to subside, "You saw all the crazy press guys waiting for you to come out of the hospital, what's going to happen when they know that we're engaged? Are they going to hound me? Will I ever be able to go back to work?" All the questions that have been plaguing me start to pour out and he swallows them by once again drawing my lips up to his.

I can't let him negate my questions without answers, "No, stop, we have to talk, I am scared." I manage to say, pushing against his chest and I know he must be sore as he grimaces and actually allows me to move.

"Baby, you will be protected 24/7, Sawyer will be by your side at all times and if he's not, I will be, there is no way anyone is getting close to you again." He pauses and then says, "Ok that sounds a bit controlling and creepy as you would say, I just want you to know that you will be safe."

He pulls me back towards him, "Come back here baby, you're not getting cold feet are you?" and as I shake my head, I start giggling at his words. The choice of words, given what we have just been through and the fact that his feet are still sore from hypothermia, strikes me as hilarious. He cocks his head as he looks at me, I think to decide whether I am about to dissolve into hysteria and then the light goes on and he joins me with a huge belly laugh.

Thankfully he is still in good humour as we enter the garage at Escala despite the media scrum outside and with the private elevator; we are soon heading up, towards our families and friends. As Taylor is in the elevator and because I think we are both worried about the reception upstairs, the usual elevator effect is muted and despite leaning against Christian and feeling his immediate twitch reaction, his hands stay on my shoulders, kneading them to try and relax me rather than where they normally wander.

A lingering kiss on my forehead has the amazing impact of drawing my stress away and I am able to draw a deep breath and placing my hand in Christian's, with one last glance up at his gorgeous eyes and the smile he reserves just for me, I am ready.

Christian nods to Taylor to open the doors and we step out of the elevator to the applause and body rush of family that less than 24 hours ago, had thought they would never see us again.