Celebrating reaching 1k+ reviews for The Elite Bachelor. AU. HEA. No cheating for C&A. Although other characters cheated in the past. Should be light and breezy for Christian and Ana.

Credit where credits are due: Character backgrounds inspired by medical drama Grey's Anatomy, and C&A's first meeting inspired by QueenBee03's Confused in Love.

Aiming for weekly updates. A short story with shorter chapters. Hope you like it nonetheless.

Enjoy.

Leaving a Lasting Impression

He scrambled off the floor, buck ass naked and not bothering to cover himself up. He smirked when he caught her raking her eyes up and down his body, almost lingering on a certain body part of his between his legs.

"I'm going to go take a shower, and when I'm out you won't be here." She announced, and headed upstairs, effectively wiping that smirk off his face.

He scanned his surroundings. The house was dark, and he didn't even notice the staircase last night when he stumbled in with her pressed firmly against him shoving him back. He vaguely recall a fleeting comment flashing across his mind about the emptiness that was this house.

Are we trespassing?

He gathered his things and threw his clothes from last night back on. His phone lit up with another message, and that was when he caught the time.

5am.

That's way too early even for me.

Sighing at the string of impulsive decisions he'd made last night, he picked up his phone and texted Taylor back to inform him of his whereabouts.

Where the fuck am I?

His fingers hovered over the keypad but nothing came out, so all he could say he needed picking up.

He had to chuckle when Taylor messaged him right back saying he's already outside. Bastard's annoyingly good at his job.

With one last glance to check his belongings, he stepped towards the front door. That was the only door he remembered seeing last night, and he didn't even realize how big this place was. It just looked uninhabited.

Before he stepped out, he heard the stairs creek, and turned around just in time to see her walking down.

She peered up and spotted him by the door, and her face soured instantly. That was not the reaction he was expecting, nor was it one that he was used to seeing.

"Christian," he extended his hand once she's by the door holding the handle on the other side of it. When she merely glanced at his outstretched hand and not bothered to take it, he frowned. "And you are?" He demanded, completely taken aback by her rudeness.

"Done now." She replied, her hand pushing the door into his face and an arrogant smirk flashed across her lips before the door clicked shut behind him.

For fuck's sake! He raked his hand through his hair and got in the SUV parked by the drive waiting for him.

"What happened last night, Taylor?" He questioned the instant he closed the door behind him.

"How much can you recall?" The buzz cut bodyguard asked, wanting to gauge just how much information he should dish out. His boss certainly gave him a run for his money with the way he acted last night.

Christian slumped in the backseat trying to go over the events of last night. He was a billionaire in his mid-thirties, and he couldn't name one night where he was blackout drunk to the point that he didn't give a shit about the consequences. He couldn't tell if he enjoyed last night or if it was just because he couldn't remember it much.

The faint pounding behind his eyes reminded him that alcohol was involved, and probably cheap ones too - he didn't really recognize the area that he was in as Taylor drove him back to his penthouse.

Opening a bottle water, he drained most of its content and smacked his lips together. He silently vowed to never allow a repeat, ever again.

"Vanessa." Memories weren't coming back to him but the events of yesterday were.

"Sir?" Taylor prompted. He wasn't sure where his mind was at.

"I went too far, and she left." He continued as if Taylor hadn't uttered a word. "I walked out trying to clear my head. Where did I end up? Why don't I recognize the area?"

"You were on the other side of Seattle Grace Hospital."

"I should know the place, it's where my mother works." He lamented, rolling his head against the headrest.

"It was a neighborhood that you've not been before." Taylor answered, deciding to bite back the comment about how he didn't really visit his mom at work, despite the effort from the woman.

"Who is she?"

"Anastasia Steele."

"Who?" He scowled, silently berating him for the clipped response. "Am I supposed to know who she is?"

"No, sir."

"Then who the fuck did I sleep with? Did she sign an NDA? Fuck, I even told her my name!"

"I doubt your identity would be of any significance to her."

"Why?" He barked, that response did nothing to quench his ire.

"Why did you tell her your name, sir?"

"I'm hungover, and just spent the night at some stranger's house without them signing a form after probably drinking some cheap ass shit from a bar. Spare me the smart remarks."

"You said you weren't worried that she's going to sell you to the press."

"When did I say that?"

"You texted me last night when she was in the toilet in her house. Told me that you told her a lot of things such as your lifestyle, why you're at a bar drinking and your name."

"Did she ever tell me hers?"

"No, sir. You were very forthcoming." Taylor bit the inside of his cheek to hide his reaction from when he read the text.

"Fuck!"

"She's a first year surgical intern at Seattle Grace." Taylor provided as they got into the elevator at Escala. "The daughter of the world renowned surgeon, Dr. Raymond Steele."

"Why would I give a fuck about that?"

"Your mom will know who he is."

"I don't care. Tell me more about her."

"Her mom left her and her dad when she was four, and started another family without her. She somehow made it through premed and medical school partying and drunk most of the time, and she traveled across Europe with a friend after graduation."

"So she's promiscuous."

"It's a fair assumption."

"I'm surprised my brother hasn't ran into her yet."

Taylor remained mute. Thankfully the elevator was opening the doors at the foyer of the penthouse, letting its residents out. He nodded his head at his boss tersely and headed straight to the security office.

…

Ana didn't expect anything less when she stepped foot into the hospital - the whispers, the glances, and the pointing. She was Dr. Raymond Steele's daughter. Everyone knew that. She wanted to be swallowed up by the ground but she also knew he would call her weak. She could already hear his voice in her head, daring her to bow her head and buckle her knees.

The few fatherly interactions he'd had with her growing up were mostly of him discouraging her from pursing a career as a surgeon. She couldn't understand why he didn't want her following his footsteps, but it didn't matter, she had chosen this path and she was stubborn enough to stick to it.

Most people call that determination and motivation, but she called it stubbornness.

She held her head high and pretended like she wasn't aware of all the speculations, even her attendings had shot her a knowing look.

"I've read all of your dad's work." Kate said in her ear, jogging very slightly to catch up to her as they followed their resident's fast paced struts. They were on a tour of the hospital and were all being assigned tasks, and all Ana could hope for was to be treated in the same way as others, but of course, she had to be singled out.

"Anastasia Steele." Her attending called, stopping her next to a private room.

"It's just Ana, Dr. Bentley." She corrected, earning her a glare but also a nod.

"This is your patient, Sophie Taylor. Study her charts." She ordered, and shoved Ana the clipboard, then the team moved forward without her.

"Catch you later, Steele." Kate nudged before leaving. She was obsessed with Dr. Steele, and the techniques he had came up with.

As annoying as it was to Ana that someone would constantly bring up her father, she'd choose the admiration from Kate over José's fangirling every day. She got it, everyone loved her father because he saved many lives, and came up with more ways to save more lives, and she was just an intern not a prodigy. José never said those words, but he sure showed his jealousy of her prestigious bloodline in between the lines.

That annoyed her to no end.

"Hi Sophie, I'm Ana and I'm going to be your doctor." She walked into the room and introduced herself to a girl who was admitted for epilepsy episodes with an unknown cause and trigger.

The girl paid her very little attention as her eyes were glued to the TV screen in front of her bed. Ana's eyes followed.

"Are you a ballet dancer?" She surmised.

Sophie nodded. "Classical."

Ana knew nothing about dance or ballet, much less the different disciplines, but this was her first day and her very first patient, she had to prove to her boss that she was actually good at this and not because she had a famous surgeon as a father. Part of being good included being able to make her patient felt at ease.

She detested small talks, but she would do it just so people could get rid of their preformed opinions of her.

"What's it like?"

"I was supposed to be performing with them. This was my ticket to Julliard, and my teacher said I had a very good chance of getting it."

"But you sprained your ankle?"

"Yes, but I only sprained it because I had another episode and my dad insisted on bringing me here. He dragged me here screaming and kicking and said he wouldn't let me leave until they found an explanation for it. I was this close to getting my dream." Pinching her fingers together, she thrusted her hand under Ana's nose.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure you'll be back in no time."

"Then I'll miss Julliard."

"You'll get it."

Sophie didn't acknowledge that, and Ana took that as her cue to leave. She slotted the clipboard back into the foot of the bed, and walked out of the room closing the doors.

Later, she met up with Kate in their underground tunnel because it was dark but still had good ventilation. It was where no one would go to, hence the ideal spot for the two of them.

"I'm going to stop talking about your dad. I realized you were uncomfortable." That was Kate's way of apologizing, and she was the first so Ana accepted it.

"What are you on?" She asked of her assignment.

"I might get to scrub in on an open heart surgery."

"Already?"

"I know right? I'm lucky."

"No shit! They're seriously going to let you scrub in?"

"They haven't said anything yet, but I'm going to ask and try to convince them."

"Tenacious." Ana commented with a small smirk, she admired that quality.

"What you got?"

"Some girl who keeps having bouts of epilepsy."

"That's medicated."

"I know," Ana groaned. "And I had to talk to the kid because she was upset that she couldn't be at this ballet thing where she might get into Julliard."

"She's in a private room, she's got to be loaded. I'm sure her parents could get her in after she's all healed. They didn't even have to lie so much if she actually got the talent."

Ana chuckled. "I'm sure they could donate a building and she could get in even if she couldn't dance to save her life."

"You're cynical."

"You don't know the half of it."

Ana was about to tear into another packet of snacks when her pager beeped.

"Shit." She shot off the wall that they were sat on and sprinted towards the stairs.

Code Blue

Forget catching her breath, that page alone could kill her much less wasting time on breathing.

She rounded the corner and into the room where nurses had already surrounded her with machines. Ana grabbed the gelled pads from a nurse and rubbed them together, barked out the shock level she wanted and began the resuscitation procedure.

Not how she imagined her first night shift would be, though an apt reflection of what she'd be facing in her profession if she wanted to continue down that path.

Shoving away the panicking thoughts that were threatening to rear its ugly head, she increased the power on the machine after her previous few attempts had failed.

"Fuck." She muttered to herself as Sophie's body jolted once again under the shock of the defibrillator, but her ECG remained uneven.

"One more time." She ordered. Rubbing the pads together, she placed them onto Sophie's chest. "Now!"

Her body jolted more this time, and so did her heart. Ana watched the monitor screen wishing the lines would start to angle and the beeping would even out. She pushed the pads together ready for another shock when the first wave of normal signs appeared through the screen.

Everyone let out a breath of relief. They all turned to Ana wanting to say something to her but she had no time to hear it.

As gently as she could, she placed the pads back onto the machine, and darted out of the room. Running down the same flight of empty stairs that she took earlier, she sprinted out of the back door and emptied the content of her stomach on to the nearest grass field.

Thank fuck no one's around.

"Holy fuck."

She let go of the fire door to make sure she wasn't going to get locked out and slid down against the frame next to it. She glanced at her pager again to make sure there weren't any new developments.

It was just after midnight.

Throwing her head in her palms, she grunted several times trying to steady her racing heart. Her very first patient almost died on her hands, and the thought of how other people would think of her didn't even cross her mind, she just didn't want to start her career that way.

Pulling herself back onto her feet, she made her way back inside the hospital and ran straight into Dr. Bentley on her way to Sophie's room.

"You okay there?"

Ana stared at her attending and nodded numbly. She had no opinion of how she felt, she just wanted this nightmare to end.

Of course, everyone knew this was only just the start and if she didn't toughen up, she'd get eaten alive in the medical world.

…

"Did you get to scrub in?" Handing the coffee to Kate, she hopped onto the balcony that they were sat on before.

Kate shook her head, still staring at the cup that was just handed to her. If they hadn't met, people would think Kate was embarrassed, but she was simply accepting her fate. She tried, and god knew she annoyed her attending but she wouldn't always get what she wanted.

"Mine coded." Ana stated. She wasn't expecting anything but she just wanted to share that with the one colleague that she kind of knew would be her person.

"I snuck into the theater." Kate confessed, feeling the same about Ana and trusting her to be there for the both of them to survive.

"How was it?"

"It was amazing." Kate's eyes lit up as she recalled what she'd seen. "You'd love it. You know what they showed us in med school? It doesn't even compare. The real thing is so much better…"

As Kate droned on about what she'd seen, Ana reflected on her times through college and med school. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this passionate about anything. Kate was truly into medicine and surgery, and she used to be just like her. Even Sophie reflected that amount of emotion towards classical ballet, and she was in bed with a possible ticking time bomb in her brain.

"I want to figure out why she was having those episodes. All of her scans came back clear." She pondered aloud long after Kate had finished her impassioned speech.

"You think they missed something?"

"It's a possibility, isn't it?"

Kate shrugged, throwing a chip into her mouth. The crunching sound from her teeth did nothing to drown out the doubt in Ana's head.

"Are you going to question your attending?"

"I don't know, I have no evidence to suggest anything."

"You sure there's no tumor or anything?"

"I haven't seen the actual scans, but I've seen the reports."

"Maybe you should see the scans." She said, throwing out the suggestion just because it sounded like what Ana wanted to hear. "I mean, I probably would."

"You're just obsessed with surgeries and wanted to scrub in." Ana retorted, though she was seriously contemplating her suggestion.

"You're just as bad." Kate quipped.

…

After a full 24 hours of barely sleeping, running around answering her pager, she finally got to go home. There was nothing in her fridge and she could not be bothered to eat anything, all she could manage was to fall onto her bed and she was out the moment her head hit her pillow.

She would've slept through anything if it wasn't for the consistently loud thumping from downstairs. She dragged her eyelids open and squinted at her phone, she had been sleeping through the whole day, and it was now in the evening. She had no idea what she was going to do on her day off, and she didn't even want to think about taking care of herself because that would be an energy consuming task.

The thumping still didn't stop, forcing her to drag herself up from the bed to scout out after the noise.

It was coming from the door.

She frowned. I didn't order take out did I?

She peered through the cat eye and her face dropped.

Yanking the door open with a loud groan and almost a fist to her face, she suddenly couldn't decide how she was feeling.

"What do you want?" She sighed, opening the door further so he could come in and she rolled her eyes to the back of her head as she did a one-eighty on her heels. "Did you leave anything here? If you have I've not moved it."

"This happens a lot?" He moved into the house, closing the door behind him. This time, he took the time to take in his surroundings.

"What?" Frowning, she took a seat on the arm of the couch to stare at him.

"Guys leaving things behind just to come see you again."

Rolling her eyes once more.

"No." Was all she said, she would've had more of a smart ass remark if she wasn't so tired from her first shift. "What are you doing here?"

He shuffled in his spot slightly uncomfortable, and pulled out an envelope.

"Do you seriously think I care about you enough to bitch about you to the press?" Huffing, she stuck out her hand as her eyes scanned the area searching for a writing tool.

"You do this a lot too then?"

"You're not the first to shove NDAs in my face for sex."

Raising an inquisitive brow, she stared back at him.

"If you want me to honor yours, you wouldn't ask me about the ones before."

"Fair enough." He mumbled, conceding to her point.

Taking the pages from him, she started to scan through it but made no effort to actually search for a pen. He took one out of his suit pocket and offered it to her, but she didn't move.

"So you know who I am?"

"Christian Grey, yeah it's right here."

Rolling his eyes at her smart mouth, he shoved the pen further into her view, but she still had no intention of taking it.

"Do you also have my background check somewhere?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering how she'd known that.

"So you did run one on me?" She looked up finally, smirking at him. "That was just a wild guess."

"I'm careful with who I interact with."

"Not the impression you gave me the night we met."

"Just sign the damn thing."

"No."

Fisting his hand around the pen that she had still yet to take, he took a deep breath and gritted out. "Why?"

"I need time to read this."

"It's a standard NDA, you've read plenty of this before."

She hummed, covering up the grumble in her stomach as it screamed at her to consume something.

"Buy me dinner."

"What?"

"Buy me dinner, and I'll sign this then."

"Why?"

"Because I'm hungry and let me just put it out there, but you eat too, don't you?" She challenged, that sardonic smirk never really far from her lips.

He scowled at her, clearly disliking the turn of this conversation.

"Did you always have some conditions before signing those?"

"No," she shrugged. "You're just special."

"The fuck I am, you just want a free meal."

"Sure, but you want me to sign this." She pointed to the pages and looked back up at him.

Hopping off the couch, she headed to her front door and somehow he knew there was no backing out.

"Do you actually know who I am?"

Sending him a mysterious smile, she grabbed her keys and stood by the door silently beckoning him to join her.

Begrudgingly, he followed her, and as he walked past her, he heard.

"No, I actually don't."