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Roman's POV

Oh fuck no! Rusev must have given him the knife and let him do that to himself!

I saw Harper seated to my right a few seats turn and listen more to our conversation. He was a big guy with a huge bushy beard and dark beady eyes. He had the biggest grin on his face too knowing what Brock was doing.

"She must be so lonely all the way up there by herself. Did you warm her up for me? How wet is she? I can't wait to feel her soft skin..." Brock whispered so quietly just to me. "Well right before I wrap my hands around her throat and hear her gasping for breath and begging me to stop. Hell, maybe she will even call out for you to save her..."

Brock grinned a mile wide, whispering in a high voice..."Roman, help me...he's hurting me...Please stop him..."

Harper's buddy Wyatt laughed too and they both must have heard it what was going on. Wyatt's grin was like a damn Cheshire cat and as creepy as hell, his blondish dreadlocks swinging down by his face as he flexed his muscles at me acting all tough.

I was halfway ready to flip out of my seat I was losing my mind at Brock's threats.

Rusev just stood there and started unlocking Brock's ankle cuffs from the floor panel and pulled him up from his seat. "C'mon Lesnar. You need to get that looked at. It looks nasty."

"NO!" I screamed, not giving a flying fuck who I woke up. Damn it where was Dean when I needed him?! "Rusev, he wants to hurt her. Don't. Please don't let him," I begged.

The guard merely laughed at me and shrugged. "That is enough Reigns. You had your time with the doctor. Lesnar here needs medical attention."

"But you gave him the knife!" I yelled back trying to stand up, only to have him shove me back down.

"I did not! I would never give a prisoner any kind of weapon," he shot back at me indignantly, a look of fake shock on his face. He was as bad as Brock, the bastard. He looked around at the other prisoners most of whom at woken up at the sound of my panic. "Did anyone see me give Mr. Lesnar a knife?"

No one said a damn word, all heads stayed down. I saw a smirk on Harper's face, light shining off the bald spot on his head, but I knew he wasn't going to say anything of course.

It was my word, against a guard's. Yeah that always went well.

Rusev even searched Brock once he stood up to pretend like he was looking for the knife and came up with nothing. Then where was it? I thought. I looked around before seeing it just laying on the seat beside me tucked right in the corner of it. It was too far out of reach but just laying there...

Brock caught my eye as I looked back up at him. "Come and get me Pretty," he dared me and I knew he had left the knife for me on purpose.

Just then Lashley was back with Ziggler and dumped him back in his seat. He cuffed him back down and moved to across the aisle to unlock my ankle cuffs. "Boss, please. Sara's..."

Lashley pushed me against my seat. "Not another word out of you!" he snarled.

"Its not about me!" I tried again. I felt something crash into my face, snapping my head to the side. I felt like my vision was swimming and I struggled to focus. I saw his weapon in his hand and that was what had slammed into my head. My cheek felt like it was on fire.

By now I saw Brock holding a cloth to his bloody wrist and being walked by Rusev to the front of the plane. Damn it what could I do?!

Lashley unlocked my hands to help me to the bathroom but I tripped on the seat beside me before he pulled me down the aisle, pocketing the knife in my palm as I went by it.

I felt like I was losing my mind with fear. I had never been more scared in my life... And as a black ops agent, that was saying something! It felt like my mind was going a million miles an hour but my feet were moving in slow motion.

I needed to get to the front of the plane, to HER. Not be dragged further away!

But just as we got to the doorway towards the bathrooms Miz stood in front of us.

Oh shit! This just kept getting better and better.

I still hadn't seen Dean anywhere.

"I'll take him. You head back to the others," Miz instructed Lashley and grabbed my arm, pulling me forward.

I had no choice. I had to try to get my biggest fan to understand. He had a crush on her, an obsession really so he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Would he?

"Boss, You have to listen...Sara..." But I didn't even get to finish that sentence.

He grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall, the veins on his forehead pulsing as he glared at me. "No you listen," he hissed at me as I struggled to breathe. "SHE is off limits to you. You don't say her name, you don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You stay the fuck away from her!"

He was was seething mad, his blue eyes nearly popping out of his head. "You should be damn glad I LET her stitch you up before. I am DONE with you in just a few hours here and I never have to see you again. And you will never see Sara again either! She is MINE. You are a murderer, a monster, a terrorist and I hope they put you to rot in that prison for life!"

The crazy guard's hold on my throat was starting to make me see stars and I fought to stay conscious. "Sara, needs..."

Miz slammed me back against the wall again. "She needs ME! Not you, you are nothing!"

Oh shit this was not helping! God knows what Brock could already be doing to her! The man was serving 5 consecutive life sentences for killing his whole family. His parents and sisters and brother. He would barely blink to add rape to his rap sheet. I needed to get to her before it was too late!

I felt Miz's grip on my throat loosen just a little and I slammed my head against his as hard as could. He stumbled back a bit and I grabbed his gun from his holster at his side and spun to slam HIM into the wall!

Oh fuck what did I get myself into?!

Forcing the gun to his spine I held his other hand tight in mine and pressed him hard between me and the wall. I could hear a string of curse words and threats just spilling from his mouth at what I was doing.

"You are going to shut up and cooperate now and do everything I say if you don't want me to use this gun and show you how I really feel about you!" I hissed at him, my head right by his ear. "And since I can't fucking reach anywhere else I would start with your more than tiny balls if you don't freaking move fast and get me to Sara at the front of the damn plane!"

Miz didn't answer me and his face looked completely ashen white at my comments and I felt him just get limp like he fully surrendered. I dragged him forward with his own gun at his side, just daring him to make a move or I would shoot him.

Keeping him in front of me, we made our way through the plane. Lashley drew his weapon at us as he saw us and another guard did the same. I looked back and forth having no idea what I was going to do. Some of the prisoners were whooping and cheering at what I was doing.

"Drop it and kick it away from you," I snapped motioned to Bobby first and then other guy, Sheamus, I think was his name, he had bright spiking red hair and was night and day from Lashley in skin tone. Sheamus was strong and muscular and was training a weapon on me too. "Now!" I yelled out.

Both guards were looking at Miz for some kind of clue as to what to do.

"Do it you idiots," I heard Miz cry out. He sounded way weaker than the ass he always was. "I don't want to get shot! Put them down!" Both guards complied and I dragged Miz past them.

"Unlock me!" I demanded and again they looked at Miz as he gave them a rapid nodding of his head. Sheamus came forward and pulled the cuffs off my ankles that were still chained together making it very hard to walk holding Miz too. Then he stood up and undid my wrist, leaving me free.

Man did it feel good to be free or all the chains and cuffs.

I unsnapped the pocket knife and yanked Miz's head back, the edge of the knife at his throat now that I could reach and dragged Miz along as I saw two more guards pull their weapons on us and him motioning them angrily to put them down.

"Don't you dare shoot or I will rip his throat out!" I snarled at the guards coming at me. I could hear Miz whimpering in my arms and yelling at the men to drop their weapons and do what I said. Maybe he was just a weak little man with a big daddy. He didn't sound so tough now.

We rounded the corner into first class and Rusev who was standing by the doorway surrendered his weapon to me as per Miz's frantic instructions.

I did not want to know how many guards I had behind me.

All I needed was to get to her.

I was laser focused to find Brock when I got to first class but also terrified of what I might find too. How I might find her...

I saw his shaved head as I got closer. Brock was in the chair, and as I looked down rounding the corner I saw his wrist bandaged and him actually cuffed to the chair like I had been.

Instantly I tossed Miz away against the wall and reached out to grab for Brock, nearly pulling him from his seat making him grunt out in pain at the cuff pulled at his wrist. I pistol whipped him with the one gun in my hand while keeping the other trained on Miz sprawled out against the wall.

"What did you do?! I told you I would stop you! Where is she?!" I screamed at him, shaking him.

"Roman," a soft voice cried out and I saw her stand up from kneeling at what looked like her med bag on the second row and stare at me. She looked okay. She looked beautiful. Her hair was down, framing her face, the dark tendrils curling around her cheekbones, her eyes wide but so dark and rich brown that I got lost in their depths every time I looked at her.

Sara who was now standing beside me, shaking, her eyes wide with confusion and fear looked back at me as I dropped Lesnar in an instant, hearing her voice.

"Baby," I breathed out, my eyes finding hers and without another word she flung herself into my open arms, looking more afraid of the guards advancing on us than the guns in my hands. I dropped one of them quickly to the floor and kicked it away so Brock couldn't reach it.

"Sara," I gasped, loving the feeling of her in my arms, no chains, nothing to separate us as my hand cradled the back of her head. My eyes darted back and forth from Miz to the guards advancing on us and back to her as I could still feel her trembling in my embrace.

"My God baby are you okay? Did he hurt you? What happened?" My mouth was by her ear as I held her so tight to me, wanting nothing in the world to ever come between us.

Sara had buried her head in my shoulder, her hands around my waist, as my hand that was behind her head, slid down to her neck, tangling in her soft hair as I raised the gun again in warning at Miz who was trying to get up.

I pointed it back at the guards by the doorway too. I could see Dean now finally and he looked the most shocked at what I was doing, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his gun pointed at me too. Hell what WAS I doing?

"Sara hey," I waited for her to look up at me as I stroked her cheek and tucked a stray strand of her chocolate locks back behind her ear. "Where did he hurt you? Where did he touch you? I swear to God baby he will be sorry he ever hurt you!"

My girl was shaking her head at me as I held the gun up again keeping the guards back. "What, what happened beautiful? You can tell me. I will never let him touch you again." I promised with all my heart and soul. I was barely aware how many endearments were spilling from my lips in my panic.

"He didn't," she gasped out to my complete and utter shock. "He didn't hurt me." Her voice wavered as she broke into a sob. "Oh God Roman, what did you do?"

She looked around at the guards moving closer and I could see Miz standing up by now too his fists clenched. Sara hid against my chest and I held her close to me kissing the top of her head.

I cast a glance at Lesnar to see he was grinning a fucking mile wide. "I didn't touch her," he stated emotionless before bursting out into a laugh. "I was just messing with you Pretty, to see how far I could push you. It was just a joke."

Just a joke?! I was ready to pump every bullet into that worthless piece of shit right then and there just to wipe the smirk off his face! Brock and Rusev had done that just to screw with my head?! Oh fuck fuck fuck. My mind was racing. What did I do?!

I didn't care now what happened to me. I had screwed up majorly all because of Brock and he was not going to just get off scot free. I aimed and pulled the trigger at him, the bullet slamming him back into the seat.

He screamed out, looking up at me and glaring in shock and anger, letting out a string of curses at me. He pressed his hand to his wound as the blood started seeping from his shoulder. It wasn't fatal at all but I was hoping it would finally get the bastard to back off of Sara and me.

He had done nothing but torture me the whole month in prison. Sara told me that they found out he was the one who had burned my back on the scalding hot pipes even though I had no memory of that night. I knew it wouldn't solve anything but I was dying to give him some payback.

"That is your last warning you psycho! You try to hurt Sara or me again and I will kill you!" I screamed at him, the gun shaking in my hand. I saw his hand covered in blood and his eyes dart to glare into mine before it looked like he took one more look at the blood streaming from between his fingers and down his arm and lost consciousness and sunk down in the seat.

Good! I didn't want to deal with him for one more second anyway. At least he would keep his damn mouth shut for awhile. I wished he would just bleed to death but that was not likely from just a shoulder injury. I wasn't going to risk killing him in case I could actually get immunity and get free but wounding him I could not resist doing after everything he put me through.

I felt a warm hand reach out and touch my face, pulling my head away from Brock and back to her. I was panting with anger but was soothed so quickly by her presence and her eyes on mine. She looked up at me with...love in her eyes. Did she love me?

"Roman, you're hurt," Sara brushed her fingertips along my cheek and I winced as she had found the new bruise that Lashley had given me when I had tried to beg for him to listen to me.

I nodded and smiled down at her. "I am okay. I just needed YOU to be okay. I was so scared for you baby. That bastard slit his wrist with the help of the guard and dared me to come after them cause he was coming for you. I thought he..." I shut my eyes a second hardly wanting to even think what I could have found.

Sara wrapped her arms tight around my waist again burying her head against my chest. "Oh God Roman I'm so sorry you thought all that. No, I am okay. He didn't hurt me. I promise."

Miz was stepping closer and had whipped a gun from his ankle holster pointing it at me as I turned the gun back to him. Sara was still in my arms, holding tight to my waist. I spun her around so she was mostly behind me and none of the guards guns were on her.

"Roman, I'm scared." She was still trembling in my arms as she mumbled into my chest. At first I thought it was because Brock had hurt her but now I realized it was because of all the guns pointed at me. She was scared for me.

"They will hurt you for this," she whimpered, tears slipping down her cheeks.

I knew she was right. Damn it, how stupid could I have been?! I did not deserve to be called an agent at all. Everything about this girl had turned my brain to mush.

I turned her back around more just so I could see everyone surrounding us, pointing the gun at all the guards to warn them to stay back. I had us as far to the other wall as possible but there was no way out of this.

"Enough!" I called out, using the last bit of control I had in the hopeless situation. "Get the fucking guns off her!" I was scared that with all the weapons pointed at us something could happen to her and it would be all my fault. "Put down the guns and I promise I'll surrender. But I have conditions."

Miz laughed at me. "You are in no position to ask anything of us Reigns! I'm not blind here. I know you won't hurt her. But the fact that you did all this thinking she was in danger and you risked your life for her will not spare you the worst beating you have ever had here before we let the Middle Eastern authorities have you," he hissed out at me taking another step closer.

"No Roman, no," I heard her cry out, holding me tighter, her arms practically locked around my waist.

"Shh, shh baby. It will be okay," I stroked her hair, tangling my fingers in it and running my hand down her back. I kissed her hair at the crown of her head before my eyes snapped back to Miz, my gun leveled at him.

I saw Brock starting to wake up and I pulled Sara back even further in the corner we were in back from him and more behind me. I moved more in front of her and she clung to my waist, hiding behind me as I moved cautiously forward the few feet toward the bastard who caused this whole mess.

"You!" I hissed at Brock and aimed the gun at him, but still kept my eyes on the guards around us. I pressed the gun up right between his eyes and heard his breath panting out of him as his eyes were so wide staring at me. He looked dazed and hardly conscious. "Just remember the next bullet wont miss, if you EVER dare come after her again!" I snarled at him and I smashed the butt end of the gun across his head and he slumped in the chair again.

I didn't want to give him even a second to say one sick thing about Sara or anything ever again. Everything that came out of his mouth made me sick.

I turned and glared, panting myself back at Miz and flipped my hair back as I backed up and felt Sara wrap her arms back around my waist again and curl her body tight against me.

"Promise me, " I gasped out, my gun back up pointed at him, so glad that creep was unconscious again. "That if Sara if has to tend to psycho's wound here that you will knock him the fuck out the whole time if he wakes up. Please," I begged Miz and wrapped my arms back around Sara and pulled us back as far in the corner as we could go.

I saw him actually nod right away at that. I was relieved that maybe he did see how dangerous Brock was around Sara, no matter how much I was going to suffer for what I did.

"Alright, we can do that. Is that it?" Miz questioned me cautiously, taking another step closer, his gun aimed at my head, his stance steady and ready for action.

"Just promise me you will get me out of here before you do it. Away from her," I begged, my desperate eyes on him, pleading that she did not have to watch what was coming. My hand was cupping the back of her head, my lips right against her forehead.

"Please Mike, don't put her through that." I saw the guard that hated me just freeze as he was thinking over my offer before nodding his head again in agreement.

Miz looked like he could have hissed at me at how close I was to her and how much she was clinging to me. The jealously in his eyes was like fire as he glared at me kissing her head. But I watched him swallow and pause before speaking, staring at us and I just rubbed my palm up and down on her back as I pleaded with him. I was determined to give her as much comfort as I could till the very last second.

"Fine. Let her go now and we will get you out of here, guns down." He motioned me to back away from her and with his hand spun his gun so his finger was off the trigger and laid it down on the floor in front of him, arms raised. The other guards followed suit.

I shut my eyes slowly once more and then opened them trying to mentally prepare myself to take whatever came. I bend my head, tilting hers up to gaze in her beautiful brown eyes again and tenderly kissed her forehead before pulling back. "Let go Sara, you need to let me go." I commanded, my eyes firm on hers.

I held the gun up, keeping an eye on the guards but seeing them looking they were giving us this time. They had dropped their guns and were backing away, giving me the space to surrender and this time to say goodbye. Even Miz was looking down, away from us.

She was shaking her head instantly at me. "No Roman, please don't leave me," she cried. Tears were running down her cheeks, sticking her hair to her face, her beautiful brown eyes puffy and red. I smiled so sadly at her.

"I don't have a choice baby," I whispered tenderly. She was crying and clinging to me. There now no doubt in the world how much I loved this woman.

Forgotten memories or not, I could feel it in my soul, the depth of my feelings for her.

If I did ever remember everything I was told I blocked out then, there would just be more to love, more to treasure about us. But right now I knew without any doubt that I loved her.

And these were my last moments with her.

I looked longingly down in her eyes, feeling a tear in my own. "I am so so sorry baby. I wish I had more time, so so much more time to treasure you more," I told her, forcing a smile to my lips, raising my eyebrows, trying to hide the agony of knowing I was losing her.

She looked broken, empty like she was losing just as much as I was in this moment.

I cupped her face in my one palm, my hand running down her cheek, caressing her soft skin, my eyes searching hers, offering her any comfort I could.

This was it, the end for us.

I took a deep breath. This was not the way I wanted to tell her but I couldn't leave her without her knowing how I felt.

I needed that, she needed that.

"I. Love. You. Sara, Hold onto that. Believe that..." I breathed out, pouring that love into my eyes on hers, smiling to show her it was going to be okay. That she would be okay without me.

Her eyes widened at my confession, her breath sounded caught in her throat. She had tears streaming down her face as I stepped away from her, tossing the gun away from me and held my hands up, interlocking my fingers on my head and knelt on my knees...

I was pushed fast to the floor, the guards on me in a second, my head slammed down as I heard her crying my name. I turned slightly to see Miz was the one straddling me, holding my head down hard with his knee on my neck, a smile on his face.

Sara was struggling in a guards arms and crying more as I was pulled back up to my knees and cuffed back up at my waist.

She freed herself from Rusev's grip on her arms and watched in shock as she flung herself back in my arms, clinging to my neck. I nuzzled her head, moaning her name into her hair and wishing I could hold her one last time.

Why was life so cruel? Why was everything doing nothing but tearing us apart? Why did I meet the woman I loved in such an insane way and place?

"Roman I love you too!" Sara cried out, still holding tight to my neck but pulled back enough to look in my eyes. "I do, I know I do and you needed to know that."

I felt like time just froze in that moment even with everyone all around us trying to rip us apart and I took it all in and smiled at her and she smiled back.

She loved me...and I loved her more than anyone in my life too. And gazing into her eyes right at this moment with her arms around me I felt so unbelievably alive on a plane being sent to a prison for a death sentence.

How could I feel the most alive when everything was too late?