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BOOK II - CHAPTER XXII - Christian and Anastasia FanFiction
“Oh, dear God!
What do we do? Christian?”
“Shut up and let
me focus!” I say firmly to Ros.
“Ros!” I warn
her, and the only response I get from her is a light whimpering noise. Her eyes
are wide and unfocused; she’s trembling as if she just walked into the Arctic
Circle in her underwear. Her lips are moving and no sound is coming out. She is
It’s hard to
control the Charlie Tango when the tail is nearly out of commission. The
fenestron system in the EC135’s tail is supposed to be a better stabilizer
compared to any other helicopter of its class. They use this helicopter for
extreme rescue situations all over Europe for God’s sake! This helicopter can
hold up to seven passengers and 6400 pounds! Other than Ros and me, it doesn’t
have a heavy payload, so that’s a positive in our current predicament.
don’t want to die! I wanna go home to Gwen! Please!” she shrieks losing control.
Smoke is coming from the air conditioning system which I promptly turn off to
prevent smoke inhalation.
I want to go
home to Anastasia, too! I quickly pat my jacket where I have her small gift box.
That little box in my pocket is the only lifeline I have, close to my heart,
it’s only connection I have to Anastasia. The thought of not holding her, kiss
her, love her never again is agonizing, excruciating, soul ripping torturous. What’s
worse, some fucker is going to slide in my place and hold and comfort her when
I’m gone! Whispering soothing words into her ear, holding her hands to comfort
her, hugging her in his embrace. This is
the biggest torture I have ever had to endure!
WAY!” I yell, and make Ros jump in her seat. I’m determined more than ever to
land this bird. I look at the altimeter amongst the blinking lights and buzzing
alarms. It is still very accurate, thank God! I focus all my attention on my
instrument panel to assess what is out of commission and what I can do with the
remaining tools I have at hand, and try recall all my emergency training.
The two radar
altimeter antennas are located underneath the tailbone. It’s used for precision
approaches. The fire in the tail is still going, I don’t know what part of tail
the fire is on, but I’m assuming it’s on the rotor. One saving grace could be
that the blades in the tail are installed irregularly which might help and buy
me a few minutes of time. I need to divert my attention. I don’t want to panic!
Panicking would be deadly for both of us and I’m the only one who can fly this!
How to focus... How to focus.... Focus!
Her answer comes
in an incoherent whimper.
“Ros! Ask me a
“Focus! Ask me a
“Are you out of
“No, not yet! I
need to focus, and so do you! Ask me... ask me...” I rack my brain, and a light
bulb goes on, “Ask me why the tail blades are irregularly placed in the rotor!”
“Do you wanna go
back to Gwen?”
“Then fucking DO
IT!” I say making her jump in her place. She looks at me like I lost my
marbles. I need to focus! She needs to focus! My brain works better when I’m
multitasking! I need to get rid of my panic.
why...” she stops and whimpers, and sniffles. “Why are the blades in the...
“...in the rotor
Ros!” I say, and she gives a tearful ‘what
the hell’ smile.
“These German engineers
are so fucking smart!” I say as I pull the joystick trying to gain elevation. My
voice strained I add, “You see they thought that if you place the blades
equally it creates a harmonic vibration or harmonic pitch which is very
penetrating,” I say as I try to keep up speed even though the fucking engines
have failed, and the Charlie Tango is shaking like it has the flu!
done is after discovering if you break up the distance between the blades, it
creates a node - it silences the resonance. That simple noise cancellation
trick might be the thing that could save our lives today!” I say in a high
pitched rattling voice as the shaking of the helicopter affect my speech.
if I lose any of the blades, remaining blades should still aid me in
stabilizing the helicopter until landing. Since the blades are enclosed in the
shroud in the tail, if I were to impact and that would eliminate added possibility
of getting hurt because of the well forwarded stabilizers and the blades up
there,” I say quickly pointing to the ceiling, “are not as long as other
helicopters' blades which could eliminate the added interference with the terrain. You know hitting trees and other obstacles as such.” Of
course this is hopeful thinking granted that the tail doesn’t break off. I can
hear Ros’s harsh breathing over the cans.
shows 174 feet and we are descending quickly and spinning at a slow rate! Fuck!
Fuck! I have to use the main fin offset for lateral lift which should create a
pull towards the right of the helicopter. I have a fucking tail wind which is
not helping, and if I can stabilize the spinning and use that lift I may just
have minimal impact!
Christian!” says Ros panicking.
“Ros,” I say
swallowing. “Listen, I have to try to create forward flight to use the main fin
in order to streamline the aircraft.”
“Oh, ok...” she
says as she violently wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands.
“It’s a fairly
short aircraft, as helicopters go, where they put a large vertical fin in the
back of the tail to create a substantial amount of sideward lift and stabilize
the aircraft in flight,” I say to her, and I might as well speak to her in
Swedish, because she doesn’t of course understand a word I’m saying, but it
keeps her mind occupied, and my mind from veering off to focusing solely on the
that if they did have a complete catastrophic failure of the fenestron,” she
makes an agonizing sound with the word ‘catastrophic,’ “and if I can keep my
speed up around 70 knots plus my aircraft should theoretically continue to fly
normally without having any losses of control.”
fenestron?” she asks trying to remain hopeful, and occupy her mind.
“It’s the tail
“But we were
hovering.Can you get to 70 knots keep
the speed, because you said...” she says teary eyes, “...you said that both of your
fucking engines failed!”
I hold onto the
joystick as if our lives depend on it; well it does... I’m supposed to have two
auto pilots. If one fails, number two automatically kicks in. Beautiful, but no
one fucking thought of the failure of both engines at hovering and slow speeds.
So, I have to use my glider skills to get a brick down from 161 feet safely! Unless
I can create a forward thrust.
“The fillets on
both sides of the aircraft are supposed to aid me stabilize Charlie Tango and
help it to fly straight at normal cruise speed which is around 120 to 125
Mr. Grey! But right now your bird seems to have lost its wings!”
I look at the XM
Weather Alive to check the wind behind me. I press the button for digital
radar; it’ll allow me to see the digital map, so if I can just turn in the
right direction, I can use the tail wind for our benefit. My EGPWS stays on all
the time which is an the enhanced ground proximity warning system designed to
alert pilots if their aircraft is in immediate danger of flying into the ground
or an obstacle. It’s a terrain awareness system. Right now I’m looking for a
place with minimal impact to land, and I don’t get to choose.
“Yes and no Ros!
Each engine drives the transmission and tail rotor. In other helicopters, there
is a different setup to drive the tail rotor. The beauty of this helicopter is
that even I lose both the engines, the transmission is going to drive the tail
rotor through the airflow going through the main rotor!” I say as my teeth are
rattling with the shaking of Charlie Tango.
hallelujah! Because we get to test all these today! We have lost both engines,
and we have a fire going in the tail! Your bird is shaking and rattling like a
Los Angeles earthquake! If you can land us despite the problems, I’m personally
thanking those fucking engineers who planned ahead!”
I like this
better. I can deal with angry. I can’t deal with nervous, jittery, losing
control, shrieking when Charlie Tango is about to go down! I have to maintain
control of the aircraft and oddly Ros’ anger drives me to focus.
“Well Ros, both
engines drives the transmission, the transmission drives the main rotor plus
the tail rotor, and one engine will do both jobs, even without both engines the
transmission will keep running. In some helicopters, if the engine quits the
tail rotor stops spinning. Not in this bird! There is a reason why I paid $4.6
million Dollars for it!” So it becomes crucial for me to land this helicopter
soon without crashing to the fucking ground! I have to get it going forward and
let the body of the helicopter do the job.
“I really hope
they tested those theories boss! If we don’t make it down safely, you overpaid
for your fucking chopper! I wanna get back to Gwen! I’m not saying we’re not
gonna make it, but just to let you know, you have been the best fucking boss I
ever had. You’re a fucking tight ass, but you’re decent. You’re alright boss!”
she says sniffing in her raspy voice.
“You really have
to quit smoking, Ros!”
“Really? You’re really
fucking asking me to quit smoking right now? Because I aim to smoke one whole
pack once you land, and I don’t have a single cigarette on me! Don’t you have
something nice to say to me since we are going to die?” she asks teary eyes.
“We aren’t going
“How do you
fucking know that?”
“Because, I have
a girlfriend I proposed to! I don’t want some other fucker moving in on her,
comforting her, holding her hand, and hugging her because I fucking died today!
I want to hear her response! I want to hear her say ‘yes’ to me! I don’t want
Jose or Ethan end up fucking my girlfriend because I’m not here anymore! I love
her! She’s my woman!”
“Wow! You really
aren’t gay, boss!”
Your gaydar is back in business...” I say as she gives me a teary smile.
She mutters some
other shit, but I tune out Ros’ raspy voice in my head. I want to get back to Anastasia!
I see her beautiful face, the intensity of her deep blue eyes looking at me in
the eyes of my mind and feel her arms holding me. I want to get back to her
arms, to her embrace, to her kiss. I don’t want to die here today. I want hear
her acceptance of my marriage proposal. I need to... I have to get back to her.
I push the speed
“Ros, hold on
tight! We are going to go down at about 70 knots of speed. I’m going to try to
control the speed at the last few second, but it’s crucial for me to keep speed
up since the engines aren’t working until we get very close to the ground, then
I’ll cut it!”
Ros just looks
“Ros!” I yell
firmly, and she jumps in her seat like someone jolting back into their body.
“Look at me! We
aren’t going to die! We’re both going home!” I say as I keep the speed up, and
look at the terrain with the aid of EGPWS. I have to get as flat to a ground as
possible. I see it ahead and turn the helicopter trying to stabilize it using
the vertical fin and letting the wind help me push the helicopter in the
direction I want to go.
“49 feet, Ros!
We’re going to descend quickly.”
I use the
horizontal stabilizer and the vertical fin, and let the wind push us with the remaining
drive from the transmission. I try to avoid the trees, and locate a place to
land with minimal impact. I see it close to the marshes, a patch of land clear
of debris, or trees and large rocks. I see the TOT limit reached is flashing on
my FLI gauge, the First Limit Indicator, because of the fire in my tail rotor.
And the fucking torque is also at the limit flashing on the screen, for fuck’s
sake! Of course it’s at the limit, I have no engine power! I’m only running on
transmission driving the main and the tail rotor which by the way is on fucking
fire like my frigging soul!
“18 feet!” I
yell to give heads up to Ros. She braces the sides of her seat.
I cut the speed
down and let the rotor take its remaining power to get us down and use the wind
to aid the stabilizer to get us in landing in one piece.
“6 feet to
God!” screams Ros.
“I love you with
all my life Ana! I’ll always love you!” I whisper. I can feel the spinning of
the main rotor completely stop and we hit the ground like 6.0 earthquake
skidding on the grass and Charlie Tango leans on its side to the right, and I
hear the blades hitting something and sound of breakage, but the impact of the
blade aids the helicopter to lean forward and creates an equal and an opposite
force enough to push the helicopter right itself as it finally comes to a stop
after the helicopter leans forward one final time and the tail’s weight pulls
the nose back up. We rock in our seats jolting back and forth violently several
times during the impact. My breath is knocked out of me. I can’t breathe for a
minute as if my lungs flattened out like pancakes! I don’t know if I have
bruised or broken ribs; my chest is hurting as if an army of Claude Bastilles
beat the shit out of me! My neck is bruised because the harness cut into it. A
small rise in the ground halting our movement and the tail of the helicopter’s
fin is touching the ground as the nose of it is lifted up in the air. I try to inhale shallow breaths. It hurts to
“Ros! Are you
okay?” I ask once I manage to get a lungful of air. She has a bloody nose, cuts
on her arms, shaken, and out of breath, but otherwise alive. Thank God! She
looks at me with horrified eyes; her face is matching the color of her hair.
Blood is running from her nose and dripping onto her shirt. She wipes it with
the back of her hand unceremoniously smudging it all over her face.
“Oh my God,
Christian! I thought we were going to die! I thought...” she says, choking on
her words starts sobbing.
I turn off all
the electronics to prevent fire spreading the entire helicopter.
right away. We have to get out!”
I unbuckle the
harness quickly, and jump out of Charlie Tango and go to the back of the
helicopter and open the clamshell doors on the back of the aircraft. I grab the
built in fire extinguisher and quickly put out the fire on the tail rotor. My
heart is in my throat! My hands are shaking. The last 8 minutes have been the
longest in my entire life. For the last few seconds, I thought I’d never see Anastasia
again. I thought I was lost to the world, and not being in the same universe
with her was the most excruciating pain I have ever felt...
Ros stumbles out
of Charlie Tango and lands in the dirt on the ground. Pencil skirt, and four
inches studded Jimmy Choo high heels aren’t meant for outdoors. She walks
towards me awkwardly, her heels sinking into the ground. She looks at the smoke
from the tail with bewildered eyes, and turns her eyes to the rest of Charlie
Tango. Her gaze assessing the broken blade, the small crater Charlie Tango
created, its tail touching the ground, and small column of smoke after the fire
on the tail has been put out.
“Mr. Grey! You
really are one fucking talented pilot!” she says and with that her arms go
around me in a hug as I’m standing with the now emptied fire extinguisher in my
right hand, standing awkwardly.
I pat her back
with one hand, and then rubbing my neck with one hand in contemplation I say,
“well, I had dinner plans, if we can get going, I’m sure I can find a way to
make it on time.” She lets go of me and looks at me shaking her head.
“I really was
very scared. I’ve never been this scared in my entire life, and you with your
tight ass ways, however strange, you kept me focused Mr. Grey. Did you know what
the most awkward thought I had was as we were getting close to impact?”
recently read some trivial information about people’s biggest fears. You know
how they survey so many people and come up with a number, one of those. Did you
know what people’s biggest fear was?”
“Dying?” I ask
“No! That’s what
I would have thought. It was public speaking! Dying was only the second
biggest. I always hated public speaking too. But at the last minute, I decided it
was a tie for me.”
I look at Ros
with an impassive face. “Well Ros, though standing up before a crowd to make a
speech is not my favorite thing to do; I’d rather give your eulogy than be in
the box any day.”
Ros looks at me with
narrowed eyes trying to give me a scornful face, but then her face breaks into
a cathartic laughter and, she says, “Ditto, boss!” making me laugh, too.
“I have a first
aid kit here, you might want to clean up the blood off your face,” I say
slightly indicating her face with my head. She nods, and I hand her the
package, and she cleans up her wounds with the alcohol wipes.
“We need to call
for help Mr. Grey,” says Ros after patching herself up.
“We can’t use
the radio. The impact knocked most everything out, and a lot of the connections
are broken. I can risk another fire turning the power back on; we’re out of
fire extinguisher. So, the radio is not an option.”
“I have my cell
phone but, we can’t even call 911, there is no cell reception,” she says,
making me grimace. No... Fucking... Way! We can’t wait here till someone
figures out that we’re lost. We are way out of the road in the back country. By
the time they get to figure out we’re lost, and look for us, it could even take
a couple of days for them to find us! And I need to get back to Seattle, or
fucker Jose will be all over my girlfriend like a static pair of pants!
“Fuck it! I
don’t have reception, either!” I say displeased.
“Do we wait?
Taylor knows we’re supposed to be on our way back.”
“We can’t wait
Ros! Because, they may take a long time to find us, and it will get dark. I’m
sure you don’t want to spend the night in the wilderness. Besides, we have no
food, and only a liter of water between the two of us. It’ll take time for them
to find us. We don’t know what the weather will be like, and if it rains, I
don’t want us to risk being in the elements, seeing how Charlie Tango is seated
in nearly 45 degree angle.”
You’re Christian Grey! Do you think they’ll take all day and all night to find
you? They can dispatch a helicopter to look for us...”
that they know we are lost. They won’t know that till later in the day, and it
will be dark. There is very little chance for anyone finding us in the dark. And
we’ll be all over the news tomorrow. I don’t want that kind of publicity. How
much charge do you have on your cell phone?”
“Mine is nearly
90. We’ll use yours first to guide us to the road with your GPS, and we’ll try
to persuade a driver to take us back to Seattle. How much money do you have?”
She digs in her
purse, and counts everything. “I have about two hundred and seventy eight
Dollars with me.”
I check my
wallet and see that I have three hundred and twenty five Dollars. Okay, between
the two of us, we have $603 Dollars. That should bribe someone to get us back
to Seattle once we find the road.
“Take only your
purse and cell phone, we’re walking. If we stay, our phone batteries will
drain, and we will have no navigation. Right now at least we can use the GPS in
the phone until the batteries run out. Then we may reach a road,” I say.
“Do you have any
food Mr. Grey?”
“No,” I say to
her my mouth a flat line. What do I look like, 7-Eleven? I’m not open all
night! I don’t carry a stash of snacks with me.
She digs in her
purse and says, “I have a chocolate bar. Guess we’ll have to share that until
we find something.”
“Fine. Let me
see your cell phone,” I say, and she hands it to me.
I bring out her
GPS, and locate our position on the map.
(Silver Lake map)
“This is where
we are,” I say pointing to the map on her cell phone. “Near the southeast side
of the lake. We need to get to a highway, so we’ll try to stop a car, hitchhike,
whatever it takes and see if they can drive us to Seattle,” I say tracing a
route with my finger.
major road would be Sprit Lake Memorial Highway, so that’s our destination.
We’ll find a pathway, and stick to northbound direction to reach Sprit Lake
Memorial Highway,” I say. She looks down to her nearly ruined heels, sighs.
“Ok, boss. Lead
the way,” she replies.
I would be the
first man to admit that I love high heels on a woman; my woman in particular. I
think it’s one of the sexiest, most feminine items a woman could keep as a part
of her wardrobe. Same for the pencil skirts. There’s something very feminine
about them, the way it hugs a woman’s curves, and shapes her body. But, I would
rather see Ros in flip flops and a potato sack right now, than those high heels
and the pencil skirt. I look at them in distaste. They are slowing us down big
time, and I want to get home to Anastasia. Time is ticking, and we’ve been
walking for over three hours! The water is gone, Ros is complaining about how
her shoes hurt her, and I’m frustrated with the snail speed we’re walking! Her
pencil skirt is tight, and I now find them annoying and inconvenient.
I’m ready to take those shoes and dump them into nearest water source! They’re
slowing us down. I’m willing to take my shoes off, and let you wear mine. Let’s
just walk faster! Since we’re on paved road, I’ll walk in my socks until they
“Mr. Grey! They
are $2500 Dollar Jimmy Choos!” What is the deal with women and their shoes,
even in dire straits?
“The way they’re
slowing us down, I wouldn’t take them for free from Choo himself!”
no cars are passing through here. Doesn’t anyone live this way?”
“I don’t know.
It’s off the beaten path, but we’ll soon get to the highway, though,” I say
looking at her shoes and her swollen feet, “it might take a while still. My
offer stands about the shoes.”
“Fine! I’ll take
you on your offer, but, you can’t toss my babies! I’ll have them all cleaned
up, and I hate seeing them all messed up in the dirt and grime, and dust.”
We finally stop;
I take my shoes off, and Ros takes her heels off, and wipes off some of the
dirt, crooning softly, “my babies, mommy will get you all cleaned up!”
“Fuck Ros! I
don’t wanna hear you talking to your shoes like they’re puppies! It’s taking
away from your ball crushing persona.”
“Mr. Grey, do
you how many balls these babies can crush?” she says rubbing her hands softly
over the suede of her shoes.
part of my disguise. If I was just riding on my broom all the time, I’d scare
off everyone. Even Miss Frosty wears the best heels. Don’t tell me your little
miss doesn’t put a pair of heels on!” she says grinning.
I give her my
impassive face with glacial eyes as a response. She holds her hands up in a
giving up gesture. I hand my shoes to her, and her feet swim in them.
“Geez, Mr. Grey!
What size shoes do you wear?”
“13,” I respond
flatly. She grins, shakes her head, but says nothing.
She takes her
heels in her hands one in each, her purse hanging on her shoulder. I hold her
cell phone guiding us to the highway. I take my jacket off as I’m getting hot
and sweaty. Her cell phone is in the red, battery is running out. I quickly
memorize the road and the direction we ought to take before her battery runs
out. Mine isn’t any better. Still no signal. This is the worst day of my life!
Taylor was supposed to go visit his daughter today after dropping me off. His
ex told him that his daughter had appendicitis. Bad things come in threes they
say. Charlie Tango’s crash, Taylor’s daughter, and I wonder what the third one
would be. Jose!
I have a renewed
sense of determination. We’re both, sweaty, dusty, dirty, and muddy. The sun is
getting down. It’ll be sunset soon. We have to make it to the highway. I just
want to make it home to Anastasia, and lose myself in her. I have to see her. I
want to feel alive, and there is nothing that makes me feel alive like
Anastasia. I want to go home, spread her out and love her till she begs for my
cock, push both of us to our limits, and have her hold me till I feel my soul
“Mr. Grey, the
highway!” yells Ros brining me out of my daydreams.
“Now we hail a
passing car willing to take us home.”
“Do I have any
battery power left on my cell?” she asks.
“No, your cell
died over half an hour ago. Mine is blinking red, and no fucking signal. It
won’t last a few minutes,” I say bitterly.
“What time is it?”
“6:09. We have
better find a vehicle to take us to Seattle. No one would want to take us in
the dark. You don’t know what lurks at night, so, people would be weary of
strangers on the road.”
“Let’s walk on
the side of the road.”
“I-5 is that
way,” I say pointing the road. So, that’s the direction we want to be in.
Someone going in the I-5 direction might be willing to take us. We have $600
bucks. It could tempt someone for a two hour detour.”
We start walking
on the side of the highway, and there aren’t many cars passing in our
direction, and the two which just passed us without stopping were speeding as
if they were being chased by the hellhounds. We walked about a hundred yards
down the road, and heard the break squeaks and steam being let out of a big
rig. An eighteen wheeler pulled next to us, and the window lowered, a middle
aged man with a week’s beard in a John Deere cap stuck his head out the window.
strangers. Need a lift someplace?”
Ros and I
stop in our tracks. Thank God!
“Yes. We’ve had
an accident several miles back, and we’re trying to get back to Seattle. We
would be in your debt forever if you could give us a ride. We could pay you for
your trouble of course,” I say.
“No trouble at
all man. It looks like you walked a long way. And you ain’t got no shoes. Gave
‘em to your little lady, did you? Hop in!”
We open the
truck’s cab and I help Ros up into the truck. Handing her the high heels, and
her purse, then I climb in.
“Thank you my
man! I’m Christian, and this is Ros.”
“Name is Len.
Len Mattson of South Dakota. You guys look parched. Are you thirsty?”
“Yes!” Ros jumps
in. “Do you have any snacks or something. We haven’t had anything to eat all
day since breakfast. We can pay you for the food.”
“No need for
that little lady. Let me pull aside at a pullout to be safe, and we’ll eat
dinner. I have some sandwich meat and some trimmings. We can make turkey or
roast beef sandwich. I’ll share it with you. Gotta watch my girlish figure, you
know,” he says joking and patting his large belly which looks like he should
have given birth to a ten pound baby last month.
At a pullout on
the side of the road, Len the trucker stops.
“I had installed
an additional storage box below. I have a cooler there. What’s your pleasure, I
have water and Pepsi? I’ll make the sandwiches, you take what you like.”
water, and a Pepsi if you have an extra, I sure need the caffeine,” says Ros.
“I’ll just take
water, Len,” I say.
Len goes down
and he walks surprisingly agile from behind despite his sizeable gut. Ten
minutes later he’s back with sandwiches, and drinks for us.
pre-make the sandwiches. The bread gets soggy. I just make ‘em before I eat
‘em,” he says.
I look at Ros,
and she nods.
you’ll be taking us to Seattle, and you’re sharing your lunch with us, please
allow us to pay you.”
“Son, put away
your money. It ain’t no good here. Besides, my little lady, Evelyn is her name,
would have my hide for not showing kindness to strangers. We don’t do that in
“Trust me, I can
afford it,” I say.
“Well, good for
you son. I can afford this kindness. Humanity ain’t dead, not in Mitchell,
South Dakota,” he says grinning, and takes a swig of his Pepsi.
“Thank you,” I
say completely awed at the kindness of this stranger.
“Len, do you
happen to have a cell phone?”
“No, young man,”
he says chuckling. “You’re going to find it strange, but, I never got one of
those. I’m trying to trim the fat from all expenses for my boy,” he says with a
gleam in his eyes with the mention of his son.
“Oh, too bad.
Our cell phone batteries are dead, and my girlfriend would be worried about me.
I haven’t called her.”
“You two ain’t
together?” he asks curiously.
“No!” we both
say in unison.
“She works for
me,” I say, and Ros adds, “I have a girlfriend, too.”
chokes on his sandwich.
Reverend Walsh said you are, like Ruth and Naomi!”
“I’ve never been
accused of anything in that way, but, who are Ruth and Naomi?”
“To tell you the
truth, I wasn’t paying much attention when he was talking about it. I was
tallying up the bills in my head, but don’t tell that to Evelyn, she’s a Godly
woman, she is.”
“I promise, I
won’t say a word,” says Ros.
“I ain’t judging
you, understand. I’m a sinner myself, we all are. I just don’t understand those
feelings you speak of. But, ma’am, men have so much more to offer. You know
what I mean?” he says with genuine curiosity.
“Well, I've learned that in the third grade when Jimmy Simpson was running for the class president. His motto was 'vote for me and I'll show you my pee pee'. I voted for him out of curiosity. But, I’m not
interested in what they have to offer. Never have.”
“You don’t say!
Curious, just curious. Let me ask you this ma’am. This here Christian is good
looking young man. You see nothing in him? Not even a tiny spark?” he asks
leaning in; he looks like he's trying to solve a difficult math problem.
“Not a thing. No
offense Christian,” she says turning to me. “Though I know plenty of women
drool over him. And besides he has a girlfriend he loves,” she says taking a
large bite of her turkey sandwich. “Are Ruth and Naomi local lesbians?” she
asks curiously. Len chuckles at her question.
they’re in the Bible.”
lesbians in them?”
“I ain’t saying
it does, or it doesn’t. I’m not a very educated man. I’m only repeating what
the reverend said. It could be much ado about nothin’. You see, and I have to
admit I wasn’t listening all that well, he can get boring, you know. Well he
said that Ruth was the daughter in law of Naomi. She had another daughter in law,
Orpah, that’s where Oprah gets her name from, you know the lady my wife watches
a lot on Tee Vee,” he says emphasizing.
says and I interrupt.
“Len, is it
possible to drive, and tell the story? I really have to get going.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah!”
he says and turns the truck on, pulling into the highway.
thing,” he says as if I never interrupted. “Something happens and the husbands
die, Ruth’s and Orpah’s, I mean. Ruth remains with her mother in law, and the
reverend said Ruth clung to Naomi.”
“You mean she
stayed with her?”
“Yeah, but the
way Reverend said it was some Hebrew word, apparently used the same way as Adam
clung to Eve in Genesis.”
“What word was
“Little lady, I
barely speak my own language good enough, now you’re asking me a word in
Hebrew. But as it happens, I remember it, because it kinda sounded like
Dubuque, Iowa, where I have my cousin Mark where he owns a grocery store. Nice
place. Anyway, the word was ‘dabaq’, because it
sounded like Dubuque, I asked reverend if it was spelled that way, and he
spelled out for the whole congregation, which was really nice of him. But after
the sermon, Mrs. Shubert whispered to my little lady Evelyn that the reverend
preached that sermon, because he found out his favorite niece Margie who would
never date a boy, not even the quarterback of the football team was secretly
admiring Reese Jacobsen!”
“A gal from her
high school class. But Reese married Jonny Griffith, and has two beautiful
boys. She ain’t that way.”
“It’s a small
town, maybe the Reverend’s niece didn’t find what she was looking for there.”
“I reckon so,
ma’am. But anyway, that’s the rumor. To this day, I never knew why the Reverend
gave that sermon. But he just let it at that, and let it simmer and said, that
it was curious the word ‘cleave’ was right there in that context, and raised
his bushy eyebrows, and being Irish, you wouldn’t think he would have those
kind of bushy eyebrows, but he did nonetheless, and I never forgot that sermon.
So, there you have it.”
“So are Ruth and
curious thing. Naomi married her off to Boaz, a distant male relative or other.
In them days, if you were a widow, life was hard ma’am. So, you had to have a
“Maybe they were
just close friends. Sometimes, friends are closer than relatives.”
right ma’am. We have no way of asking them anyhow. They’re long gone. Maybe
they were just too loyal to each other.”
wishful thinking on your Reverend’s behalf.”
“No matter what
it was, I ain’t gonna judge you ma’am. That’s God’s place, and I ain’t playing
God. And besides, I have a disabled son my little lady is taking care of at
home. Who knows what I’d done and God is punishing me for it...” he say
I narrow my
“Why would you
think that God’s punishing you with a disabled child?”
“Oh, no! He
ain’t a disappointment. He’s the sweetest boy you can hope to have. He’s
fifteen now, but a father wishes his son to play football in the team, and I’d
like to take him on a trip with me. But, he has these seizures and the doctors
never did figgir out why he has ‘em. Evelyn, my little lady and I took him to
doctor to doctor, and he ain’t getting better. I mortgaged this rig to get him
taken care of, but, money’s gone and no results,” he says worried.
“How do you
figure this is a punishment?”
“Son, look at
me! I’m 55 years old. That’s the kid we tried to have for years and finally
had, and he had these problems. And now, I caint fix him. I must have done
something wrong when I was younger because I’m a disappointment of a father.
You want to be able to provide for your family and fix their ailments, and I
ain’t able to do that. That kid deserves a better father than me,” he says
shaking his head.
name?” I find myself asking.
says proudly. “Sweetest young man you’ll ever meet, present company excepted.
Evelyn home schools him, because we don’t want him to be teased at school if he
has one of his episodes. Kids can be cruel, and you know how it is for
teenagers,” he says.
I knew all too
well how it was to be different.
“I think your
kid is lucky to have the best father there is for him,” I say to Len as Ros
looks at me curiously.
“That’s kind of
you to say it young man. Say, what kind of accident did you have anyway? Where
is your car?”
“We didn’t have
a car crash. We had a helicopter crash,” I say as a matter of factly.
“You don’t say!
Well, then God really must love you young man,” he says to me, and turns to
Ros, and adding, “...and you, young lady to spare you to those who love you!”
“Yes, we are
very lucky,” adds Ros in a small voice.
From the distance,
I could see the familiar silhouette of the city of Seattle in the distance, and
my heart lurches with excitement to see Anastasia again.
“Well, we’re getting
close to home, kids,” says Len with excitement as the truck moves on the
highway shaking his oversize belly.
“We’ll drop you
home first young lady. Looking at the size of those heels, you might wanna soak
your feet in some Epsom salt. I don’t know how you city girls walk in them
shoes. I’d trip and break my back!” he says chuckling.
“Well Len, then
I’m glad they fall onto my lot than yours,” she laughs back happy with the
prospect of getting home.
“Our homes are
very close to each other actually, Len,” I say. “You’ll need to go to downtown
Seattle. Mine is a big building called Escala, you can’t miss it. Ros is almost
across the street from me.”
I laugh at his
assessment. “You can say that.”
direct me to the building you want me to go young lady,” Len says to Ros.
As we approach
Ros’ building, I could see some photographers waiting around at her building.
Ros and I getting lost wasn’t a secret apparently. News leaked. I look at Ros.
“You might wanna
call Andrea for me, and have her contact PR and make a statement saying we’re
fine, and nothing to worry. And if it leaked, she might have to contact my
parents. They might want to find out,” I say.
you’re not a father I gather, but any parent would want to know that their kid
is okay especially if they had an accident. They must be worried sick! Let your
mom and dad know you’re okay,” he says.
“I’ll do that,”
I say giving a small smile for his benefit.
appreciate for all your help Len! Look, we have 600 bucks between the two of us
now. Are you sure you don’t want it? You took a detour, and shared your food
with us. And you could use the money for your kid.”
“That’s kind of
you son, but, Evelyn would have my hide if I got paid for a kind deed. If you
ever get back to our neck of the woods, Mitchell, South Dakota, look me up, Len
Mattson, or if I’m on the road, my Evelyn would love to have you guys over.”
“Thank you. We
are in your debt,” I say to him solemnly and quite surprised at the kindness of
Ros points to
her building, and we drop her off.
I point Len to
my building, and he pulls the truck in front of Escala. He’s surprised with the
small army of photographers outside as I was.
“News of you
getting lost is out then, son,” he says extending his hand. “You must be an
important man of your own right.”
“Thank you Len.
I won’t forget your kindness.”
nothing of it,” he says shyly. “Call your mama, now. See you around son,” he
says, and I shake his hand. I get down in my bare feet, my socks, my shoes Ros
handed to me before she got off, and my jacket in my hand.
I wave to Len as
he drives off smiling.
“Mr. Grey! Mr.
Grey! John Brattell from Seattle Times. Do you have a statement for us, sir?”
“Mr. Grey, is it
true that your helicopter went down?”
“Mr. Grey, are
there any casualties with your accident sir?”
“Mr. Grey! Mr.
Grey! The news of your helicopter getting lost is all over the place. How did
you get rescued, and how did you get home?”
“My office will
make an official statement. Good night gentlemen,” I say as Steve the doorman
opens the door allowing me in, and closing it right after.
sir. I’m glad you’ve made home,” he says nodding his head.
“Me, too,” I say
I hit the call
button on the elevators in the lobby. It feels like forever for the elevator to
reach down to the lobby and open up. I’m nervous that Jose and Anastasia are
alone in the apartment. I hate the idea of another man alone with her. I am
writhing in jealousy right now. But I have missed her beyond belief. Did she
know I was missing? Did she worry about me? I just want to hold my girl, and ...
I couldn’t even bring the rest of the thought. The elevator dings open, and I
walk in holding my socks, shoes and jacket in my hands. I punch in the code,
and the elevator door closes. The seconds couldn’t past fast enough for me to
reach her. My heart lurches to my throat. I could have and died today, and left
her behind. This has awakened something in me. I want reaffirmation of life, I
want to kiss, and love and feel her. In fact, I want to fuck the hell out of
her tonight. Hell, I want to love her, be carnal, be primal, be in her, on her,
around her... Just be with her. I need her like I need my next breath!
As the elevator
reaches up to my penthouse, and doors dings open, I am taken aback with the
large gathered crowd inside my apartment. What are they all doing here?
I hear my mother
shriek like her heart is being ripped off with my name on her lips:
like she’s calling to her lost child. The next thing I see is my mother running
not towards me, but at me ungracefully and just slamming into my body like a
strongside linebacker on Superbowl Sunday as if she’s ready to tackle the
running back! I only have enough time to I drop my shoes, socks, and my jacket
to the floor to catch my mother and steady myself. She throws her arms around
my neck and kisses my cheeks over and over again like I came back from dead. And
oddly, I feel no apprehension for her holding me like this as she has never
done this or shown me this sort of emotion.
“Mom? You okay?”
I ask bewildered gazing down at her. She’s always so controlled, and so sure of
her words and her emotions. I have never, ever seen her lose control like this
and her emotions never came flooding like that, except perhaps when I went into
fights at school, and when I dropped out of college, but even then, it had never
been with this intensity, and never had I seen an outpouring of love like this,
it floors me.
“Son, I thought
I would never see your beautiful face again,” she says in a choking whisper,
resurfacing my fears.
“I’m here now,
mom,” I say in a strained voice trying to comfort her, I stroke her back
“Honey, I died a
thousand deaths today, worrying, crying,” she says sniffling in a hushed
whisper. Then my mother, Doctor Grace Trevelyan-Grey starts sobbing and gasping
unabashedly. What? Wow! Oh! My mom is crying for me! For me! Why? I look at my
mother who now looks like a child lost her favorite toy, and I feel compelled
to comfort her, and hold her into my embrace.
baby, I’m...” she says sobbing, and holding me tighter and crying on my neck
without any restraint, and with complete relief. I can’t say anything in
response but to hold her tighter and rock her in a soothing manner to comfort
her. It must have been my mother’s cries that alert my father who rushes out of
Taylor’s office into the living room, and he comes barreling down towards both
“Oh, dear God!
He’s alive! Shit! You’re home!” and with that he’s holding my mother and I both
into a bear hug, unshed tears pooled in his eyes, and he tries to hold them
back, in his relief.
comprehend his response, all I can say is, “Dad?” questioning his mood. Why? He
squeezes us hard, and absently rubs my back, and I somehow don’t flinch from
his touch. Mia comes running in long strides and barrels into us all and joins
into our group hug. Finally my father unable to contain his tears in his eyes,
pulls back, sniffles, tries to compose himself and wipes his eyes away with the
back of his hands like a child, and finally claps me on my shoulder unable to
utter a word without choking. Mia, and finally my mother leave the embrace
slowly, and my mother regaining some of her composure manages to mutter a,
“No, mom, it’s alright,” I say bewildered with
her emotional outburst.
“Where have you
been Christian? What’s happened to you son?” she weeps, her head in her hands
unable to contain her grief once again.
I blink several
times unused to seeing her in such a sorrow. All this is over me?
“Oh, mom,” is
all I can say, and I pull her into my arms again, kissing her hair. “I’m
alright mom, I’m here now. It’s just taken me hell of a time to get back from
Portland. What’s going on with this welcoming committee?” I say and I look
around the crowd. My eyes seek one person, and one particular person alone. I
finally find her. My eyes lock with her, the sight I longed to see all day; the
sight that have been my lifeline. And her hand is held and comforted by none
other than fucking Jose’s! My eyes are fixed on his hands encasing my girl’s. I
blink up at him territorially, and instinctively he lets go of her hands. My
mouth still goes into a tight line. I have dreaded seeing this all day, that
someone else might be comforting her in my absence. And here’s that someone
else. Anastasia’s eyes are red, and swollen, her lips are pink, swollen with
But, I’m still
confused with all these people at my home. What’s going on?
mom. What’s wrong?” I ask her, and she holds my face in both her hands like she
does a small child’s.
missing all day son! We’ve learned that...” she stops, trying to collect
herself. “We’ve learned that your flight plan, well, your flight never made it
to Seattle. Why didn’t you contact us? Any of us?” she says distraught.
“I’m sorry mom.
I never thought it’d take this long to get back,” I reply.
didn’t you think of calling us at all?”
“There was no
battery power left in my cell.”
you should have stopped somewhere, and called collect, why didn’t you?”
“It’s a very
long story mom. Didn’t get a chance,” I respond.
Don’t you ever do that to me again! Do you understand me? Ever!” she scolds me
half shouting, with sorrow and relief ridden eyes.
“Okay, mom. I
won’t,” I say wiping her running tears away, and give her another hug. When I
let go of my mother, Mia comes to hug me but not before she lands a hard slap
on my chest.
“You jerk! Do
you know how much you worried us?” she shouts in tears, and hugs me again.
“I’m sorry. I’m
home now, for God’s sake,” I mutter. Once I release Mia, my brother Elliot
comes forward. My dad holds Mia under one arm and he wraps his other arm around
my mother. My brother, my macho brother comes and hugs me to my complete
surprise, and he lands a hard slap on my back with his hands.
“It’s so great
to see you bro!” he says gruffly trying to conceal his emotions, but unable to.
frozen in her place, and Katherine whispers something to her. I just can’t take
my eyes off her.
“Mom, dad,” I
say my gaze fixed on Anastasia, “I’m going to go and say hello to my girl now,”
and they step away nodding and smile.
My eyes fixed on
hers, I move in slow but determined steps, still unable to believe that I am
seeing her again. She rises up from her seat, and falters, and finally bolts
into my open arms.
Christian! Christian!” she sobs in my arms. Relief finally floods me to have
her back in my arms, and her scent, her presence, her voice awakens all my
senses. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her, devouring her scent, and
feeling life in me once again.
“Hush baby, I’m
here now,” I whisper, and just hold her. She finally manages to hold her face
up to look up at me, and I kiss her.
“Hi baby,” I
whisper into her mouth.
murmurs back with a choked back sob.
All I feel is
overwhelming love for her right now, and I don’t want to let her go.
“Did you miss
me?” I ask.
“A little,” she
says making me grin.
“I can tell, you
did,” I say, and reaching up to her face with one hand, I gently wipe her tears
away, and they course down relentlessly from her cheeks.
Her face cringes
into a sorrowful expression, and I she begins choking on her sobs again. “I
really thought...” she says breaking down, “I thought...” and unable to word
her thoughts, I hold her tight, and comfort her.
“I know baby. I
can see that. I’m here now. I’m so sorry. Hush now darling. I’ll explain later,”
I murmur to her lips comforting her, and I kiss her once again, tasting the saltiness
of her tears and sorrow. I’ve missed her so much; I don’t want to let her go.
alright?” she asks, releasing me from her embrace all too soon, and touches my
arms, my chest, my waist to feel my presence, feel me well in her touch, and I
feel no apprehension to her touch. I craved it all day, I desired it, and I
would have lost it forever. I stand firm in my place, and look at her
unblinking, feeling her touch, reveling in it. I’m hers, and she’s mine. Thank
God! I’m back with her, here at home.
“I’m okay baby.
I’m not going anywhere,” I state firmly.
“Oh, thank God,
Christian!” she says holding me in a tight embrace again. “Are you hungry,
thirsty? Do you want anything?” she asks in a single breath.
“Yes, I am,” I
reply, and she tries to turn and get something for me to eat, but I firmly tug
her back into my embrace, and finally rest her under my arm. I extend a hand to
her ‘friend’ Jose.
“Mr. Grey,” he
says in an even tone.
I make a
snorting sound even I don’t recognize. After the flood of emotions I’ve been
showered in the last few minutes, my heart softens a smidgen. “Call me Christian,
please,” I say.
says nodding. “Welcome back. Glad you’re okay man... and uhm, thank you for
letting me stay and crash at your place,” he says appreciatively.
“No problem,” I
say, thought it wasn’t my first choice, but now all is well in my universe, I
can handle it. All of a sudden Mrs. Jones appears on my side, and she looks
distressed, her hair is out of her usual bun, and she’s wearing gray leggings and
a large gray sweatshirt with WSU Cougars printed on it. She looks like a
college student than my all in control housekeeper.
She too has been
crying, and as she wipes her eyes with a Kleenex, she tries to gain her
composure and asks, “Can I get you anything Mr. Grey?”
Mrs. Jones has
always been a loyal employee, but I had never in a million years assumed that
she would be this worried about me. I can only give her a fond smile, and say, “Can
I get a Budvar please Gale, and maybe a bite to eat.”
up to get me the food and the beer.
“No,” I pull her
down. I can’t bear her absence from my side. I have craved it the last eight
hours. It’s been a torture for me. “Don’t go,” I say softly and my embrace
confines her next to me.
looks up and says, “Okay,” softly.
surprised that you don’t want something harder! What the fuck had happened to
you? Dad called me first and said the chopper was missing, and,” but my mom
cuts him off scolding him.
chopper,” I growl, and Elliot grins at the semantics. Elliot knows that I find
chopper a horrible nickname for a helicopter. Most aviation professionals
cringe with the name. Helicopters are also known as rotary wing aircraft,
because the wings or blades of the helicopters spin. Only the non-flying laymen
call them choppers. It’d be like calling an airplane “a bird.” Elliot grins
like he hit a home run with his ongoing joke.
“I’ll tell you
what happened, let’s just all sit,” I say, and pull Anastasia with me over to
the sofa. My entire family, Jose and Katherine sit down, and everyone fix their
eyes on me, waiting anxiously to find out. I take a long draft from the beer
and set it back down to the coffee table. When I hold my head up, I notice
Taylor entering into the room anxiously. Mrs. Jones must have informed him of
my arrival. He looks worried, upset, and relieved all at the same time. I nod
at him in acknowledgement, and he nods back.
“She’s okay now,
sir. It was a false alarm.”
“That’s good,” I
say finally hearing another good news.
“I’m glad you’re
back, sir. Will that be all?”
“We need to
collect Charlie Tango,” I reply.
“Now or in the
“I think morning
is better, Taylor,” I say thinking it’ll be hard to locate it right now, and I
don’t want to go anywhere to show the way. I need to remain next to Anastasia.
Is there anything else I can do for you sir?” he asks, and I finally shake my
head, and he gives me a genuine Jason Taylor smile as rare as a live unicorn,
and leaves to his office.
insistent voice pulls me back into the room.
happened son?” he asks.
“Well, I had a
call this morning from the WSU in Vancouver to resolve a funding issue. So, I
took Ros with me to sign her up as an executive of the funds; that way if there
has been any other problems, she could deal with it on my behalf without me
having to travel,” I say as let Anastasia hold my hand and caress my knuckles.
It feels great to have this physical connection. It’s been something I’ve been
longing, keeping my head straight through the whole ordeal, keeping me focused,
the funding issue, Ros asked me if I could take a small detour and show her
Mount St. Helens. So, on the way back I took the detour, because I knew the
Temporary Flight Restriction was lifted, and I wanted to see how the mountain
now looked. Guess it was fortunate that we did, because we were flying quite
low, in fact around two hundred feet Above the Ground Level, and right when I
was flying in the vicinity of Silver lake, my instrument panel lit up like a
Christmas tree, and the alarms were buzzing. It showed that I had a fire in the
tail rotor system, and I had to make quick decisions to land the helicopter.
Part of the electronics already went out due to the fire, and I had to minimize
the remainder of electronic usage, and radio was already out of commission, and
as I reached closed to the ground, I had to shut everything off, and land,” I
say leaving off the entire ordeal we had to go through.
They’re all too
worried, and I don’t need to worry them further with details.
“Of course, I
wasn’t going to risk turning them back on again because of the risk of fire
another fire like the one we had during flight. The cell phones had no
reception obviously, because we were nowhere near any cell tower. But the GPS
was working on the Blackberry, and that helped us navigate to the nearest road.
It took us about four hours to get out to the road because Ros was in heels
until then,” I say remembering her very high heels and pencil skirt which put
us into snail pace.
“Neither of us
had any cell reception, Ros’s battery died first, and mine dried up on the way.”
I feel Anastasia’s body tense up with my statement, and I pull her onto my lap
for comfort. I need the closeness myself, I need to feel her.
“But, how then
were you able to get back to Seattle?” my mother asks who is also curiously and
perhaps pleasantly eyeing Anastasia and I practically cuddling in front of the
“Ros and I
pooled our resources. We had about six hundred dollars between the two of us
and were going to bribe someone to drive us back to Seattle. But a truck driver
stopped and, and agreed to bring us home. We offered him the money, but he
refused and shared his food with us,” I say remembering Len Mattson’s kindness.
I make a mental note to repay him in kind.
slower than cars, and it took us forever. He didn’t have a cell phone. Weird,
but true. I just didn’t realize...” I say unable to word the overwhelming love
my family has shown me.
“What? That we
would worry about you? Oh, Christian! We have been going out of our minds in
your absence!” scolds my mother.
“You were all over
the news, bro!” says Elliot.
“Well, I figured
that much when I saw the small army of photographers and reporters outside. I’m
so sorry mom, I should have asked the driver to stop and call you guys. But, I
was too anxious to be back,” I say and my glance automatically shifts to Jose.
I didn’t want him all over my girlfriend.
My mother shakes
her head as if she’s trying to shake her worries away, and adds, “You don’t
know how glad I am that you’re back in one piece, darling.”
her head on my chest inhaling me, trying to feel my presence, holding me
tighter. I feel her tear drops falling onto my chest, and her silent cries
aches my heart.
“You say that
both engines failed?” my father asks in disbelief.
Too much of a
coincidence. I shrug and absently run my hand down her back, feeling Anastasia’s
presence and drawing comfort from her. “Well, yeah, go figure.”
a small sob, and tries to maintain her composure.
soothe her putting my finger under her chin and make her look up at me. “Stop
with the crying baby,” I say softly.
She wipes her
eyes and her nose with the back of her hands, “stop with your disappearing,”
she sniffs her lips quivering. Her love and affection makes me smile.
failure, huh? That’s odd...The circumstances, don’t you think so son?” I know
“Yes, it is,
dad. It crossed my mind, but right now, I don’t want to think about it. I just
want to go to bed, and think about all that shit tomorrow.”
“What about the
media? Have they been informed that you have been found and well?” asks
assistant Andrea and my PR people will deal with the media. Ros was going to
call her after we dropped her home.”
“She did. Andrea
called me to let me know you were alive and well,” says my father. I realize
that I have good employees who rise up to the challenges.
“I have to give
that woman a raise. It’s quite late, and she’s working,” I say.
“Well, this is
our cue ladies and gentlemen. My dear brother needs his beauty sleep,” says
Elliot wiggling his eyebrows. I grimace at him.
“Cary, since my
son is safely at home, you can take me home, dear,” says my mother in a gentle,
“Yes darling. I
think we could all use some sleep,” says my father.
I offer them.
“No, honey, I
want to get home. Now that I know you’re safe, I can breathe easy,” she says
lovingly. Unwilling, I move Anastasia to the sofa so I can hug my mother
goodbye. She holds me tight, puts her head on my chest inhaling, feeling my
presence, and shows me her outpouring of love. I feel completely content.
“You have no
idea how worried I was darling,” she whispers.
I blink, and
hold her tights. “I’m fine, mom.”
She leans back
while I’m holding her, and finally feeling secure that I’m really here, and
that she’s in my arms, she nods, “Yes, I believe you are, son,” she says, and I
think she feels happy that I have someone to hold and love me at home as she
looks at Anastasia. Anastasia blushes profusely.
As we walk mom
and dad to the foyer, my sister Mia calls after them.
“Mom, dad, I’m
coming, wait for me!” She sounds petulant.
Kavanagh hugs Anastasia on her way out and whispers back and forth with
Anastasia. Elliot calls his girlfriend from the elevator. “Come on, baby, let’s
go,” he coaxes her.
tomorrow Ana, I know you’re exhausted,” she says to Anastasia.
“Of course. I’m
sure you’re exhausted as well. You’ve traveled a long way today.”
They hug once
more, and Ethan shakes my hand and he hugs Anastasia to my distaste. Jose is waiting
by the foyer. “Look guys, I’ll turn in and leave you guys to yourselves,” he
says. Anastasia blushes to his remark.
“Do you know
where you’re staying?” I ask him, he nods in answer.
housekeeper...” he says, but Anastasia interrupts him.
“Her name is
Jones showed me the room earlier. You have quite a place here Christian,” he
Jose,” I say, and hug Anastasia’s shoulders and lean in and kiss her hair.
“I’m famished. I’ll
go and eat whatever Mrs. Jones fixed for me. Goodnight, Jose,” I say, leaving
Anastasia and Jose standing in the foyer. I want to show Anastasia I trust her,
though it’s hard to do when I know so well the guy is head over heels over my
I come to the
breakfast table, and without even paying attention to what I’m eating, I devour
the contents of my plate. All I want to do tonight is to lose myself in my
girlfriend. When Anastasia walks back into the room, I have an immense yearning
in my heart, a feeling that I can’t live without her, that she’s my reason for
living. We just gaze at each other without words for a while, drinking each
“He’s still got
it bad for you,” I murmur.
She gives me a small
smile, and asks, “and how would you know that Mr. Grey?”
“I am a sufferer
of the same affliction Miss Steele. I recognize the symptoms,” I reply. It’s
called being in love.
“I thought I’d
never see you again Christian,” she says in a whisper, completely sorrowful.
All of a sudden I want to comfort her, and keep worry away from her. “It wasn’t
as bad as it sounds,” I find myself saying. She picks my jacket, shoes and socks
from the floor and move towards me.
I reach to my
jacket, and say, “I’ll take that baby.” Finally, we are alone. I’m with Anastasia
who has been my lifeline throughout the whole ordeal. She gave me hope, she
gave me life, she gave me fight, she gave me reason to want to come back home
tonight. I can’t bear the mere inches between us, and close the remaining
distance and I hold her into my embrace.
she says gasping and sobbing. Her tears roll in a heavy downpour onto my chest.
“Hush baby,” I
soothe her, kissing her hair. “Did you know that in the few seconds of pure
terror before landing, all my thoughts were of you? You kept me tied to life,
you’re my talisman, you’re my angel, Ana,” I say. There it is. All my fears
exorcised before her.
She sobs some
more into my chest holding me tighter. “I really thought I lost you Christian,”
she says in an agonizing tone. As she holds me tighter, she drops my shoes she’s
holding to the floor, and we just stand there in the bubble of our embrace.
Nothing exists in the world, but our connection right now.
“Come and shower
with me,” I murmur pulling her hand. I need to feel her. All of her! I need to
have a life affirming experience, and only she can give it to me!
replies looking up at me, her face flushed and stained with tears, her eyes are
red from crying. I reach down to her, and lift her chin up with my fingers.
even tear stained, you’re the most beautiful woman,” I say and lean down and
kiss her. “And your lips are soft,” and kiss her again, deepening the kiss, and
she gives into the kiss, and merges herself with me.
“I need to put
my jacket down,” I murmur against her lips.
“Just drop it,”
she whispers into my mouth.
“I can’t baby,”
I say remembering her small gift that was my sole tie with her, my only
connection that kept me alert. Anastasia leans back puzzled.
“I take the
small box she gave me, and show it to her, “This is the reason,” I say. I’m
hoping she’d let me open it. It’s 12:03. Technically it’s Saturday.
“Open it, now,”
“Thank God! I
was hoping you’d say that. This little box has been driving me insane,” I say,
and she grins in response.
My heart is
thumping, now that I’m going to be able to see what secret this box is holding.
I untie the string, and unwrap the little brown wrapper. It houses a small rectangular
plastic keychain. I hold it up in my hand, confused with the meaning of it. It
has a picture of the Seattle skyline like an LED screen. It’s focused on the
Space Needle, and the word SEATTLE is written large letters flashing on and
What does that
Key to the
house? Key to my heart? Key to her heart? That she’ll move in?
What is it? I look
at the keychain, and then I look at her completely addled, questioning.
“Just turn it
over, Christian,” she whispers, breathless.
When I turn it
over, my heart lurches and stops, and my eyes go wide. I have never been this
happy in my entire life! Nothing I ever received made me as happy as this tiny
inexpensive, but now priceless keychain, holding the key to my happiness. My
lips part in disbelief because I have no words.
The word, yes,
flashes on the back of the key chain.