Thanks so much for the reviews, favorites and follows. They always mean a lot. Slowly meeting more people online from the WWE fandom and its been great to see that there are still people loving these amazing characters. I have loved hearing from all of you and loved bringing this story to life. Been working on it almost the whole day today and time just flies and I just love how its coming together.

Also debating doing some actual WWE stories based on real stuff happening like alternate ending matches or how things could go in the WWE world too with present time of Roman as Undisputed Champion or Seth too maybe facing him or Dean too or maybe Shield Reunion with Mox. Lots of fun ideas.

This chapter...Scary, dark, powerful, intense. And some inspiration from real WWE feud between different superstars I have seen on RAW way back and it was powerful then and suited really well here too.

Love to know your thoughts. Scared to know how I did. Wanted to push the characters to see what they are made of but still not cross lines and be careful too.

Debating on a double update today too if I can get it done quick enough too. We will see...Too busy of a weekend and haven't even started writing the chapter for my other story yet at all and I have a busy work week ahead too.

Hold on!

(Previously...

"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, a smile on his face.

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

She freed herself from Rusev's grip on her arms and I watched 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.

"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.")

"You what!?" I heard Miz's incredulous response to my girl's confession.

But I wasn't even given time to respond to her as I saw him wrap his arms around her and try to pull her forcefully from me.

God no, I already missed her and I saw her reaching for me and my heart was shattering just watching her heart breaking too.

"Sara, stop fighting me!" I heard Miz snap at her, grunting as she elbowed him in the face. I felt her shake her head as it was still tight against mine. I could not believe she was clinging to me like this.

"No, I won't let you hurt him! " she whimpered, holding me tighter.

I had been ready to give myself up. I had dropped the gun and let them cuff me and I had surrendered.

But now, now I wanted to fight. I wanted to break past the guards and just hold her for one second longer.

My emotions had been all over the place and I had been so focused on telling her I loved her that it was only now as I was being beaten down to the floor and I watched her pulled away from me, fighting the arms around her that I didn't even kiss her goodbye.

Not one kiss. One last taste of her. And my heart broke more.

I saw Dean grab her back from Miz and she fought him too, yelling and calling my name as my best friend pulled the woman I loved back. I looked him hard in the eyes in that second and mouthed 'Please,' and Dean knew. He understood what I was losing.

None of this would change anything with the mission. It would just change my condition arriving there, that was all. Sasha, Ny and I had been been through worse dangers on other missions. But I had never had someone I cared about this way. Someone I wanted to risk so much for and risk being beaten just to have one more kiss with.

I knew I was getting punished badly after this so what the hell more was there to lose?

Dean was backing up with Sara in his arms and her eyes had not left mine, her expression begging me not to have this be the end. I could see the desperation all over her face for me to do something more, anything...

I leaped up, pushing back at the other guards beside me, almost like a springboard to jump higher. I punched Miz hard in the face, my hands still cuffed together, pulling tight on the ankle shackles too and he crashed to the floor beside me. My lips curled up in a smirk at how hard he hit the floor and literally bounced with an oof as my head spun back toward her.

"Come to me, baby," I called out, motioning to my girl as I watched Dean nod slightly to me and he let her go, making it looking like she just squirmed free of him. In an instant she was already running the few feet to me.

We had only seconds and my eyes locked on hers, and she fell against me. I lost my balance to tumble us both to the floor cause I couldn't even catch her with my arms secured so close to my body and I felt her grab the back of my neck and pull my lips to hers.

The kiss was hungry, fast, and so so sweet even when we both knew we would be pulled apart quickly. But damn it was worth every...single... second...my mouth covered hers and I drowned in everything about her.

I rolled our bodies, her under me, her small frame tucked tight beneath me, my hands still trapped between us as I felt her arms wound tight around my neck and held my head steady against hers, taking in her lips as long and as hard as she would let me.

Her fingers were clenched so tight around my neck, till I felt them slipping and I heard a cry from her lips, still trying to hold on to me. "Roman!" she whimpered, already reaching, as I felt her weight being pulled out from under me.

I cried out back to her, my head moving forward, still trying to reach her as she was ripped back and she called to me too as I saw that Rusev was the one that had grabbed her. She fought his hold on her and I watched in horror as he tossed her bodily, fully throwing her away from me. She fell against the wall of the plane and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Sara!" I screamed, fighting the other guards around me holding me down as I tried to crawl towards her on my belly. I nearly gagged as I felt someone use their baton to wrap it around my throat and pull it back, yanking my head up and pulling me back to prevent me from crawling after her.

I fell down to the floor, gasping for breath after not being able to breath with the baton at my throat, in time to see Miz standing over me. He was the one that had just been choking me.

He was rubbing his jaw, the baton dangling from his fingers and glaring at me and I smirked back at him, happy that I at least got him good with once solid punch. He deserved far more.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" a voice echoed from nearby. "That's no way to treat the Doctor!"

Dean. Thank God!

I felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen, turning on my side to cough and gag more but pulled my eyes open again and saw my best friend race to her side and knelt down where she had fallen and I was thankful someone could reach her. Was she okay?

He checked her pulse it looked it and looked back up to me and nodded and I breathed a sigh of relief. She was breathing at least. But as I looked at him I saw Rusev stepping closer from behind him.

No, Dean look out! I gasped out. But no sound came out. My voice was far too hoarse after being choked with the baton. Before I could try to warn him again I felt Miz grab my hair, making me cry out and he managed to wrench the damn baton between my teeth and pulled my head back again while still half sitting on my back on the ground!

I grunted and fought a scream building in my throat trying to warn Dean that Rusev was sneaking up behind him. They knew he was trying to help. Damn it!

"He's sympathetic to Reigns too!" I heard Miz yell. "Cuff him! And get him out of here!"

Dean turned then and had almost got his gun out to stop him before I saw him get wrapped in a choke hold himself and sink down, the gun slipping from his fingers to the floor.

No! I fought and tried to yell with the fucking baton between my teeth still and watched as he was cuffed and dragged away unconscious and I couldn't even say anything. I couldn't even tell him I was sorry.

This was all my fault I thought. All mine. If only I hadn't reacted to Brock's threats. Damn it!

Once Dean was past the curtain and out of sight Miz pulled the baton out and I fell to the floor coughing and gasping again. Laying on my side I could hardly get a breath in and curled in on myself just trying to take in one decent breath of air as Miz stood over me, his shadow looming and blocking me from even seeing my precious girl that was still laying against the wall behind HIM and far to far away from me.

I saw him motioning to the others and then the rest of them all walked out and down the hallways, leaving just him and Rusev it looked like and I blinked between coughs and saw the lights had been turned down to dim all across the cabin, reflecting an eerie and dark glow all around when it was still darker outside.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head to the cool floor and had no idea what to expect next. It was dark and near silent in the large open space. The only sound was the dull hum of the engines and the panting of my breaths as I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Pulling my eyes open I sucked in a deeper breath. I had no way to defend myself with my hands cuffed under me and couldn't even get up after being deprived of oxygen for too long it, felt like I almost passed out multiple times.

I saw Miz bend down as I tried to pull myself up to my knees and arms but sunk back to the floor and he just laughed. He grabbed me by my hair again and wrenched my head up so it was twisted up to face him and pushed my head against the seat cushion. He was glaring at me but he didn't say anything.

"What?" I hissed at him from between clenched teeth. "You have wanted to kill me since I walked into your prison Miz! You were jealous of how Sara looked at me since day 1, so just fucking do it!" I dared him, so sick of his threats and games.

I was starting to wonder if I was going to make it to our destination the way he was looking at me. Taking Dean prisoner, him dismissing all the other guards except for Rusev too and turning the lights down. What the hell was he planning?

He was still quiet and just held me there like that...unless...

"Unless you haven't killed anyone?" I stared him down from between the strands of my dark hair hanging in my face and saw his eyes dart away from mine even in the darker room.

Oh man, I was onto something..."You haven't? Daddy's boy hasn't gotten his hands dirty?" I was grinning at him.

Miz focused his blue eyes back on me "Shut up Reigns!" and he punched me across the face.

I slipped back to the floor, feeling blood at my lip. I caught myself on my elbows and lifted my head, flipping my hair back out of my eyes. My gray eyes glinted with surprise. "You can't kill? You don't have it in you?" And I could not hold back the smirk that spread across my lips.

"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed again and I felt his fist crash into my face.

My head snapped to the side and I laid on the floor like that a minute just taking in more breaths before I turned back to him and spit blood out on the floor.

He stood up fast and I watched him walk over to where the other guard was and he pointed to me and literally handed Rusev his gun. "Kill him for me... now." I heard Miz say to him and I felt the breath leave my chest and my heart just pounded as my eyes darted up to the other guards eyes as he looked first at his boss and the weapon in his open hand and then at me and back to his boss.

Oh shit..

But he started shaking his head and pushed the gun away. "I would boss but I already have 2 court cases coming up from my damn exes and I cannot afford to make any more mistakes..." he trailed off as I already heard Miz cursing under his breath and I let out the breath I had been holding in shock as I had been watching them.

My biggest fan turned back to me and I watched him slide his gun back in his holster. He couldn't kill me. I was relieved and yet scared at the look in his eye. He was still glaring at me and I could barely think after being punched and choked to know what he would do next.

"Well there you go," I said calmly, wiping the sweat from my face on the side of the chair. "You can't kill me. He won't. How about you just leave me alone and we just part ways after this flight and I just pretend I never met you? It doesn't have to be more complicated than that." I could hope right?

Miz laughed, a really sick sort of laugh and I knew that was NOT going to happen. "Nice try. But you are not getting away with pulling my gun on me and damn near ripping my throat out Reigns. Not even close. But I think I have an idea sweeter than your death anyway.."

What hell was he yapping about? I needed to know if Sara was okay. That was what I needed. She still hadn't moved and I was getting worried. I just wanted Miz to leave, or better yet...jump off the damn plane.

I saw him walk closer to Sara and flip her over so she was laying on her back and move her hair back from her face.

What the hell? I was furious and fought more, trying to get up, trying to go to her, pulling myself a few feet on my stomach toward her.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" I snarled at him. "Your fight, is with me. You leave her out of this!"

Miz stepped closer and moved a single strand of hair from her cheek to tuck behind her ear and stroked her face with his thumb and I saw her eyes closed. He stood back up, turning back to me.

"OOh, you are right. My fight is with you. I can't kill you Reigns.. but maybe I don't even have to beat you? And this is how much you freak out when I just touch her?" Miz had a wicked gleam in his eye, and I felt the air kicked out of my lungs with literally nothing but the pure fear of that thought.

Instantly I was shaking my head at him, my eyes burning holes in his skull at what the hell he could be thinking of doing. He came closer to me, dared to really, cause the look in his eye made me want to kill him where he stood right then.

I was zeroed in on his face and had managed to pull myself up to sitting by then still cuffed at my waist and even if I wanted to I couldn't strangle him or get the jump on him to punch him again.

He leaned right in and suddenly I felt Rusev's arms fast around my neck from behind, in a choke hold and he held me fast and I was starting to feel light headed.

I could hear clinking and feel movement lower and Miz was not visible in front of me anymore and as suddenly as Rusev had grabbed me he let go and I fell forward gasping for air and coughing for I think it was the third time. I was losing count and sick of being over powered and tackled from behind. Stupid guards!

Damn it, even with just the two of them I was still helplessly out numbered with no one else to help me. Dean was who knows where and Sara?

God Sara, if I had known what would happen from us both wanting that kiss I never would have done any of that.

Never.

But I could see how much she had been hurting and wanting me just as much. All I wanted was to soothe her crying. I wanted to hold her and make everything better because anything that hurt her, broke me.

I pulled myself back up from the floor now to feel that my one hand was...free? That could not be right.

But looking to my side that was what I saw. I was now handcuffed to the chair beside me by only one wrist and even my ankle shackles they had put on me when they Y cuffed me were off. Just the one hand was cuffed on the chair, like I had been when I was being stitched up earlier.

I looked back at Miz and he was grinning back at me.

Oh this was bad. I did not know how, but it was bad.

"You did all that before just for a kiss goodbye Reigns, ohhh, how sweet..." Miz crooned at me in a high pitched voice, that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

He moved back to me, leaned down, tilting his head to the side to grin at me before he kicked me in the stomach again. I sucked in another breath and grunted but did not cry out in pain.

He still hadn't brought me anywhere away from Sara. We hadn't even left the first class cabin.

"You promised..." I gasped out, trying to take in a shaky breath and already feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth coming up my throat now.

Miz bent down, his hand at his ear. "I what?" He laughed and kicked me again." You need to speak up. Its a little hard to hear you from all the way down there."

I flipped my hair that was all the way in my face back behind my head, glared up at him and spit the blood from my mouth again out on the floor and felt it dripping from my lips. "You promised, to get me away from her before you beat me," I hissed at him.

I lunged forward and almost grabbed at his throat but he ducked back out of my reach laughing and shaking his head back and forth slowly and just stood there and as I half stood, hunched over from the side of the chair, blood dripping from my lips as my arm was stretched out toward him, my fingers clenching on nothing but the air between us.

I could see my Sara still just laying there on the floor further away from me between the seats and my heart ached that I couldn't go to her and hold her and cradle her in my arms right now. Rusev had literally thrown her against the wall like a rag doll away from me and she still had not woken up. I wanted to go to her, call to her. She needed to be okay.

Miz put his hands to his mouth in fake surprise and laughed at me. "I did! Didn't I?" He cast a glance her way too but thank God he didn't go back toward her. "Well it looks like she isn't watching or anything anyway so what's the damn difference Reigns?"

He moved closer to my face and smirked. "But maybe she can still hear you...so if I make you scream like a little girl, she can treasure those sweets sounds in her nightmares. Sound good?"

He kneed me in the stomach again and I couldn't stand and slipped back to the floor feeling the room spinning and tasting more blood at my lips and feeling it dripping from somewhere else on my head too. I fought to hold in any sounds so she didn't hear me and give him any kind of gratification here.

"You freaking wish," I spat at him and managed to get blood on his face and he jumped back in surprise, wiping it off slowly as he glared at me.

He moved forward and grabbed a handful of my hair again and yanked my head up and slammed it against the hard metal of the side of the chair and I started feeling more dizzy before he pulled harder at my hair and hissed right in my ear.

"Oh, and don't you worry, I will take good care of her once you are gone. She needs a man that can provide for her and take care of her. What the hell can you do chained up like a dog and going away for life? She won't even remember you existed!"

"Maybe we should make her forget about that kiss right now..." he whispered and dropped my head and I fell back to the floor, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

What? I had no fucking idea what he was talking about. I could hear his heavy boots as he walked away from me and then silence and I pulled my head up weakly from the floor and saw he was leaning over her...My Sara.

My eyes widened when I could barely open them, the adrenaline starting to kick in from everything I was seeing as I watched him pull on her arm and move her across the floor further away from the wall and... closer to me...?

I blinked and focused more as I saw her prone figure being moved on the floor, her body still laying curled up, her eyes closed. Her face was still but I could see she was breathing, her chest was rising up and down ever so slightly beneath her thin white blouse, her skirt, sliding ever so slowly higher up her thighs as he dragged her more across the floor.

I pulled on my cuff, stretching myself as far as I could but still couldn't reach her.

"Sara," I gasped out. My free hand was reaching too and now I realized as I looked back up at Miz that he had freed me further just to tease me with what I still could not have, and could not reach.

He was grinning a mile wide at me and leaning over her like he fucking owned her.

I wanted to rip him to pieces.

He moved her even closer, and a sucked in a breath, my heart racing in my chest as I realized he had laid her just inches out of my reach. Inches

I met his eyes, his blue ones glinting with darkness right now and it scared the hell out of me what he was planning.

"You fucking monster," I hissed at him, hardly able to lift my head as I once more tried to reach out toward her.

Miz smirked at me again. "Let's play a game of how badly does Roman fucking Reigns want to rip his own arm off..."

And I watched his fingers shaking I saw him flip open the pocket knife that I had with me. I didn't even remember where it had gone after I threw him away from me I had been so focused on getting to Sara then. I must have thrown it to the ground when I tossed him away from me too.

Miz dragged the edge of the open blade down her neck from her chin and to her throat and I was cursing at him under my breath, already fighting to pull my arm free.

He was right...I wanted to rip my arm off.

I needed to protect her and was so terrified not knowing what the hell he was going to do.

He looked back at me then as he leaned over her and flicked the blade under the top button of her blouse and it went flying off down the the aisle and rolling away. "Oops," he snickered and he looked back at me as he licked his lips.

I pulled hard at the cuffed hand and turned to it and saw blood at my wrist already, before I turned back to him and he had already ripped the top three of her buttons and her white lace bra was visible and he was leaning down over her like a dog in heat. He ripped the last few more and Sara's blouse fell open to her sides as she lay there so still and so vulnerable.

Miz was right...he didn't need to kill me...THIS was killing me.

"I will end you!" I snarled at him, "I promise you that! You are dead!" I pulled hard again seeing blood pouring down my wrist from where the cuff was and prayed the damn seat would move. Maybe I could pull it up and beat him to death with that.

"Ooh, you are so close Reigns...so close," He laughed at me again and I felt more blood dripping from my wrist that I was fighting to pull free. My other hand, my fingers could almost touch hers and I reached even further, grunting and screaming which is what I know he wanted from me in the first place, for me to scream.

"Do it! Scream and rip that wrist and come get me..." he taunted me again.

I pulled again and saw the blood streaming more from my skin and down the arm of the chair. I yelled out louder, a roar was more like and I fought the pain before collapsing to the floor, not feeling the chair move a damn inch.

He leaned down further over her, his head this time all the way by her face and I watched him rub his nose to hers as I pulled my head up from the floor.

I was going to be sick.

Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. She had not moved at all, not one bit and I watched in pure horror as Miz, held his lips to hers, moaning into the kiss and he moved his hands up to cup her face and cradle her head and I felt bile coming up my throat.

I fought the cuff and shook the chair and yelled curses at him and suddenly felt a hard kick to my back and knew Rusev must have hit me again.

Damn everything.

I struggled to hold back tears. I wasn't dare going to show him I much it hurt me to watch this. How beating me would be sweet relief compared to this...

Click...

A sound echoed and as much as I hated to look back at the horror of him kissing her, him forcing himself on her, I dared to look back and saw Miz's eyes were wide and full of shock!

Sara was...awake...and her own dark eyes glaring fire back at him and he scrambled away from her lips fast and I saw a gun between their bodies...its muzzle leveled right at Miz's crotch!

She was sitting up now, backing away from him, her shirt hanging off her, sweat it dripping down her chest to the top edge of the lacy bra and her hands up holding a gun shaking in her palms!

A gun, SHE had a gun? Oh my God. I could hardly believe it.

His hands went up fast and he was already patting his holster and grinning at her. She had outsmarted him.

I blinked not knowing what I was seeing and was in awe of her.

Sara looked beyond pissed. "Yeah. You ass! I hope that kiss was worth it. Cause it left you vulnerable for me to get your gun. Finally!"

Relief started flooding my body and I was already reaching for her.

But before I could even call out I felt Rusev's arms around my neck and I was deep in a sleeper hold and already so weak from the blood loss. I felt myself starting to see stars and sinking down in his grip.

"Let go of him! Now!" I heard her yell and she pointed it back to Miz and gestured again for him to obey her.

"NOW! Make him obey you now or I will shoot you so you never take advantage of a woman ever again!" And she leveled the gun back right at his crotch as my eyes slipped closed.

I felt myself hit the floor and my breath gasping out of me and I coughed and gasped more and sucked in more and more air. I heard the sound of fabric tearing once, twice and then something pulled tight hard against my wrist and then felt cloth over the wounds where I had torn my skin trying to break free of my cuffs.

My head was right down against the cold metal floor and all of a sudden I felt warm, soft fingers in my hair and I almost cried I was so over come with relief it felt so good.

"Sara," I whimpered and turned my head up to her and she was knelt down close to me before I saw her lift her head and look back and hold the gun up ahead to her. The hand not holding the gun was pulling on my weak body, lifting my head and the next thing I knew I wasn't laying on the hard cold floor, but my head was curled up against the soothing softness of her small frame, pulling me in against her and I just collapsed with relief, so grateful to finally be so close. So right where I had ached to be for so long already, since the second I saw her thrown so violently away from me.

"It's okay Roman, I'm right here," she soothed. She had pulled me into her lap and I sunk down, my eyes closing as I felt her hand stroke down my hair again and I reached my free hand up to squeeze her hand to and then wrap around her waist, pulling her close.

"Back up!" she yelled at the guards in front of us. "Stay back! And keep your hands up where I can see them! Both of you!"

I knew she was yelling but I could hardly heard her and despite everything hurting and I sunk in against her and could not keep my eyes open...