Roman's POV

Damn she sounded so hot I thought, even though I could barely think straight at all. I was so weak I could barely open my eyes and yet my girl was protecting ME. I could not believe this was happening. It felt surreal.

She glanced fast back at me and I pulled my eyes open to see her again too and I saw tears in her own, before she looked back fast at Miz and Rusev in front of us. "Oh my God, Roman are you okay?" Sara cried out and I saw more tears slipping down her cheeks.

I could feel my head hurting like hell and likely had bruises all over my faces judging by any movement hurting and more blood on my lips. I felt more blood soaking at my wrist that I could see now she had tied up with what looked to be the sleeves of her white blouse. I coughed and gagged and spit more out on the floor beside me and tried to flip my hair back again. I felt her fingers in my hair more, pulling it back with her free hand while the other held the gun up and I moaned at the connection and her soothing me.

"I'm okay Sara." I pulled myself up to sitting beside her, trying to show her I could be strong for us too. I forced my body more up and using the cushioned seat as some kind of leverage to maneuver carefully to a sitting position and she was sitting more now too, her eyes zeroed in on the two guards in front of us and I curled my head to her shoulder.

She nuzzled me too, wrapping her arm around me and pulling me in to her body while still laying mostly against the bottom of the seats. But I felt so weak still and without trying to my head fell to her chest as she held me against her. Her white blouse hung off her, now sleeveless too, since she used those to tie up my wrist and her bra was very visible. I couldn't even reach that far with my hands to help her tie it up in any way or even offer her my t shirt if I wanted to with my one arm still cuffed to the chair.

"Sara, your shirt.." I tried to say and motion with my eyes at her state of undress but she just shook her head. She looked like she didn't care or notice at all and was much more worried about me as she pulled me to lay back down on against her body, my head falling to the bare skin of her chest with her bra beneath my cheek. I was getting my blood all over her too.

"Its fine Roman, I am worried about you now," she was keeping an eye on the guards staying backed up and then back to me before feeling all over and checking if anything was broken. I wouldn't have been surprised if I had some bruised ribs based on how I felt. I winced and cried out at places she gently pushed on my side and near my belly. She felt all around my chest and neck, arms and sides, and as far as she could reach while still holding the gun up. Hopefully I was okay and it wasn't serious whatever she found out.

Damn, it felt like everything hurt. Everywhere her hands moved and touched hurt.

"Its okay Roman, I've got you. Its okay, just breathe," she whispered to me. I closed my eyes and relented, realizing that she was right and just soaked in how soothing her voice was, her body was and I tried to forget the pain whenever it raced through me at sharp shooting intervals.

Finally she stopped pushing on any muscles and I felt her fingers in my hair as I laid on her chest. Her hands stroked up and down through my hair as my cheek was so soothed by her warm skin.

Mmm, that was much better. Everything about her felt so good, relaxing me, easing my dizziness and soothing all the pain I felt coursing through my body.

But we were not alone so I knew I could not just fall asleep like this. Not now. I couldn't leave her alone to face these monsters herself and was starting to wonder why they had been so quiet and lifted my head and looked around for where the asshole was now.

Miz was staring at us but had not said a word in the last minute or so, just sitting in the darkness. He had been beaten at his own game. Bested. And I could hope that meant he would finally leave us alone too, just like I had demanded from Lesnar, who thankfully looked to still be out cold in his seat.

I lifted my head to hers to see she was staring back at Miz and then motioned with the gun. "Keys Miz. Give me the keys," she demanded.

My biggest fan started laughing and I was thankful he was now plenty far away from us but lounged out and across from us. "No, I'm not going to do that." He laughed against and crossed his arms and motioned Rusev to sit too.

Miz pointed at the gun in Sara's hand. "We granted you the courtesy of not rushing you to beat the fuck out of that ass you have all curled up in your arms even more because you are holding that gun. But you really think its wise to use it all the way up here and not put the plane at risk of crashing?"

Crashing? Oh shit. Miz hit a trigger for her big time and he likely did not even know it.

I pulled my eyes open from where I had let myself lay back down again and could already see the gun wavering in her hand. It was already affecting her, what he said.

"No, no keys. Why the hell would I let you let Reigns free? Just so he could beat the shit out of me? Oh no no no... Not happening. Those cuffs are staying on till he is off my plane and into that prison where he will rot for the rest of his god damn life!" Miz yelled.

Sara practically jumped at the decibel of the guards voice and I could feel her shaking as my head still lay against her chest.

She growled, like literally sounded like she growled and snarled at Miz. "I'm not letting you touch him! I heard what you said when you thought I was unconscious.. before you starting undressing me and kissing me. You told Rusev here to kill Roman!"

I heard a slight gasp and lifted my head again to see Miz's shocked expression. "So, what?" he challenged her.

"So I could go right to your Dad and report you for that and everything else that just happened. Or! "

Miz was fuming and I saw his fists clenched at his sides as he stared at her.

"Or you back off of Roman and leave him the hell alone the rest of this flight and you don't DARE hurt him more. It's only a couple hours and I damn well know I will never see him again!" Sara half choked on a sob as she spat the words at him, the gun wavering in her hand at him.

She was crying again now and I could see the tears starting to stream down her cheeks.

Fuck, this was so messed up. But could she actually get him to back down?

Sara glared at Miz. "You know damn well that Brock came to me with cuts all down his wrist. Cuts! Where the hell do you think he would get something sharp to do that on this plane? Hey Miz? You and I both know you scoured this plane up and down for anything that these cons could use to cause any trouble and use as a weapon at all. You were so sure that there was nothing dangerous on this flight. SO tell me how he got something sharp on here?"

Miz looked shocked at her rant and was quiet.

"Exactly. So none of this is Roman's fault. Someone else gave him the damn knife. That is the only explanation. He thought Brock was going to come up here and rape me because that is what he threatened to do.

And YOU! You literally used that fear against Roman too! So unless you want me to tell your daddy about how you treated me and the death threats you had given orders for then you will back off Roman and I for the rest of the damn flight! So get the hell out of here, and take Lesnar out of here with you and stay out of here till we are ready to land!"

Shockingly I watched Miz move without another word of protest and instruct Rusev to carry Brock out of there and within minutes all three of them were up and gone and past the curtain and the large space was plunged into silence.

Dean, I needed to remember to ask about him yet too. But right now I needed to make sure Sara was okay too.

I wrapped my arm around her as she was literally panting after she finished yelling and she curled her body in tight to mine too. Go Sara. I could not have been more proud of the fire and passion in my girl! She was all kinds of amazing! And I sunk in against her and soaked in her strength.

I was exhausted and so was she and we just held each other tight and I let her cry before I felt my eyes slipping closed from everything being just too much.

Sara's POV

I felt the plane jerk suddenly and I just wrapped my arms around him laying on the floor, my head buried by his hair. I waited till the movement stopped just keeping my eyes closed against him, arms still wrapped tight his head still against my chest. The gun was right beside us but I laid it down to gather him in my arms more fully, his whole body laid across my lap.

I lifted my head, sitting up more as I gazed on his bruised face. "Roman, are you okay? Please wake up," I begged him. I was stroking his head as it lay on me, his long raven hair wet with...I lifted my hand back up to see red and recoiled that it was blood streaking his hair.

"Please baby," I called again, just cradling his head in my arms. I let out a breath of relief as I finally saw his gorgeous gray eyes open slowly and blink as his vision focused. He had passed out almost instantly after Miz and Rusev had left and we were alone. And I was curled up on the floor in the first class cabin with him cuffed to the chair as I felt the plane shake again with slight turbulence.

I closed my eyes tight, scared of the shaking and clinging to the man in my arms.

I thought back to when when he had been scared and I had been the one that calmed him and now I needed him to calm me again, just like he had when the plane was taking off and I needed him even more now...

Careful to not make a sound I pushed the door open and stepped quietly into the infirmary. The key unlocked the door with the smallest click and I was relieved to see 'he' was still sleeping soundly, his face relaxed.

I knew I had crossed a line that night. No patient needed to be in the medical ward overnight unless they needed medical treatment. He had not needed the IV by the time he had woken up last night and I knew I should have sent him back to Gen Pop. If the Warden knew I was granting special treatment it could be bad for all of the staff or the prison as a whole.

Sure I knew it was wrong but I couldn't just send him back to those wolves after one of them had nearly killed him! I had managed to keep Dean the guard that carried him here as the one watching him for the night, so no one else had to know. At least I made sure he was still cuffed to the table so I hadn't broken 'that' many rules.

Roman Reigns shifted in his sleep and I watched him turn more, the chain on the stretcher clinking and reminding him that he could not move much. I picked up the file from my desk and moved to sit silently in the chair beside his bed. His hair got more messy as he moved before stillness came over him again and I could see him breathing slowly and evenly again. I waited a few more minutes for him to be deeply asleep again before I moved to open the folder.

I had hardly been able to sleep that night. I had been home, taken a shower, got ready for bed, snuggled Ian who was begging for attention and then I laid down and tried to sleep. But images of someone sneaking in here and finishing the job when poisoning Roman hadn't worked kept plaguing my thoughts. I had called Dean on a direct line to the prison at least 3 times in the last few hours and I think even he was wondering what was going on with me.

So instead of trying to sleep more I had gotten dressed and ready for the day and drove back to the prison at almost 5 in the morning when I wasn't expected here till at least 7, barring any kind of emergency. So here I was, keeping watch over the sleeping man than I was so attracted to already.

My brain was fighting me to think rationally about all this forbidden desire and I told myself that I was going to do some research on the man that had me so smitten. Maybe he was just so attractive to me because he was so wrong. He was in prison for god's sakes!

I had always been such a good girl, a teacher's pet and a great friend, a kind and attentive girlfriend and I never had been involved with a guy like Roman. He felt all consuming when our eyes met. I could sense the passion, and danger at just the thought of him. A forbidden bad boy like him, had 'never' been interested in a cute little good girl like me. Maybe that was all it was, just raw attraction amped up because he was so, so wrong for me.

I flipped open the chart to be staring at Roman's face from his mugshot. I picked up the small rectangular photo studying it. I thought all mugshots made men look like sociopaths. But Roman could not look that way if he tried. I almost wanted the picture to speak to me; to tell me its secrets.

My brain wanted me to find so many red flags that I would run screaming from him.

But my heart...no my heart just raced in his presence, telling me there was more to everything I was feeling. And that my feelings, the electricity when he touched me was no liar to our connection.

I put down his picture and looked at the Mizdow Row registration form he filled out.

'Roman Joseph Reigns' He was not even more than a few years older than me. 28.

Birthday, May 25th 1994. I skimmed through his other physical details that I already knew so well...such unique gray eyes that I had never seen one anyone ever before. They looked so unbelievably attractive like storm clouds in the sky when lightning crashed. His hair, God his hair was so long, I longed to run my fingers through it more and just the very little bit that I had touched it, it was like silk and fell in waves down his back. His tattoos looked so unique too that I longed to know more about them and what they meant. I caught that there was one, only one on his inside wrist in the shape of a turtle that I saw as I was put his IV in and I took the time to look at it as he was still out.

The last detail was his previous employment, a structural engineer. He had even been to college, the same one I had a few years back. I sat back just staring at his sleeping face wondering how a man that with a college degree and had such a well paying job ended up here.

But suddenly he started moaning and thrashing his head back and forth. I thought I heard him crying even under his breath. The chain on his wrist rattled harder against the metal bed rail and I stood up, walking closer.

"No! Stop please! She has nothing to do with this! Don't hurt her, please!" I heard him whimpering as he grew more agitated. I grabbed his free wrist and held it down trying to calm him.

"Hey, Roman," I called out in a hushed whisper. "Its okay, wake up Roman! It's Sara." I wondered who he was crying for. Someone he cared about was being hurt? What had this gorgeous man been through?

He continued thrashing, his long hair getting all tangled and falling out of the loose bun I had tied it in before. I grabbed his face in my hands, stroking his hair and whispering soothingly to him. He still had not woken up but seemed to settle more at my touch.

"Sara," he breathed out his eyes still closed and I saw him smile as I tucked a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, loving the silkiness of his hair between my fingers. Just being able to touch him in a way that was not just as a doctor felt so strange, yet so charged with passion.

His breathing slowed again and it seemed he was asleep and no longer trapped in that nightmare. I leaned back, pulling my hands off him as much I wanted to keep running my fingers through his hair.

Soothing him somehow soothed me too.

I stared down at his closed eyes, his dark eyelashes so long and looked soft against his skin.

I stepped away finally and moved to sit back down beside him, hearing his breathing more even and deep again. I had never done that to any other inmate before; used my voice and my touch to sooth them from a nightmare. This man was quickly meaning more to me that he should despite how very wrong I knew those feelings were.

Picking up the folder from where I had left it beside the chair I opened it again, more curious than ever about this man I felt so drawn to. I looked lower on the form seeing his family was listed as deceased and my heart hurt for him knowing how that felt. It didn't show how long ago he had lost his parents but that was something we had in common. It sounded like he might have lost someone else close to him too and in a threatening way. He sounded so scared for the woman in his dream.

But then I came to the part where they explained his reasons for incarceration. The single word hit me like a ton of bricks.

'Terrorism'.

Oh my God. I slammed the folder closed a little louder than I had planned and closed my eyes. He was a terrorist? Like suicide bombing? Assassination's of political figures? Hostage taking? I sighed deeply, my brain happy to have gotten through to me, my heart however was aching. Well there was my red flag to run.

I jumped from the seat and was halfway to the door when I heard him.

"Sara."

I turned back around to him, my mouth slightly open. I had no idea what to say to him now. I watched him slowly shift his body till he was sitting. His hair had fallen out of the messy bun and was all over his shoulders now and looked so damn gorgeous, the darkness of it compared to the white of his t shirt.

Damn it Sara, what did you just learn?! My brain hissed at me. When my heart wanted to crawl into that bed, straddle his lap, mess up that hair more and find out what his lips tasted like.

"Its not what you think," he breathed out and I realized his eyes were on the folder in my hand. My eyes darted between his as he stared at me. His expression was unprovoking, not volatile in the least.

"Roman," I whispered my voice sounding breathless.

I wanted to believe him. How could it not be what I thought? I wanted to go back to him, to listen to his apparent explanation. But right then I couldn't. I just needed air. I looked back up into his face, his gray eyes so wide and pleading, but he made no move toward me.

"Sara, please?" he begged me as I stepped back more.

I stumbled, bumping into a cart of medical supplies and gripped the edge of it before turning back to him. "I can't Roman," I mumbled. "I just can't. Not now."

And with that I ran from the room till I was back in my car and just sat there watching the sun come up. I didn't know how to feel. I just wanted to know more about him and I sure as hell got that in blazing technicolor.

I had started to let him in, I know I did. He had wedged the door to my heart open that I had slammed closed and determined to never open again because it was too painful. But this revelation was just as devastating.

What did I expect? He was in a maximum security prison! This was not the place to look for love.

I knew it and I'm sure he knew it too.

So I was determined to push him away and forget that spark I felt. I didn't think I had the strength to face that much hurt again, loss of love. So it was easier to pull back now before it got stronger and harder to say no too.

But despite my decision I felt the tears slipping down my cheeks. I cared about him already, without knowing much about him at all. And that was the danger. I needed to just push the feelings aside and just do my job.

Roman Reigns could not become the love I craved, I ached for. It would just destroy me cause it wouldn't last. Not someone from prison. I was damn crazy to think that I could love a man in prison. Want someone here and act on it at all. What the hell was I thinking?

"Sara?" he breathed my name weakly. His one hand lifted to cup my face and I nodded to him, tears slipping down my cheeks as held his hand to my cheek. I loved the way he said my name. It sounded like his voice was caressing me with the lightest of kisses.

I leaned over and saw the hand cuffed to the chair was literally caked in blood, the armrest dripping from more too and more blood all down on the floor. I need to take care of more of his wounds I knew but I didn't want to let go of him now either. I had wrapped the wrist the best I could, as fast as I could.

His lips turned up in the corners in a half smile as he looked up at me. "Yes Roman, I'm here. I'm here. Its just me. I promise. I got them to back off. I'm just so sorry I couldn't get them to free you baby. Miz refused to give me any keys."

He lifted his head from my shoulder and leaned over, spitting more blood from his mouth on the floor beside us as he pushed himself to sit up more. I pulled him in, holding his battered body against me and his head fell down to my chest again as he took in gasps of air.

"I can't believe you are okay beautiful? I was so scared when I saw you get thrown against the wall like that and you weren't moving..." he mumbled, his head to the side, against my skin and bra, staining it red where his head lay. I watched him lift his head up, his eyes finding mine, disbelief on his face like he hadn't heard me at first. I tucked another strand of his dark long hair behind his ear, watching him close his stormy gray eyes, his dark eyelashes sticky with more blood.

"Yes, Roman, I'm right here. I'm not leaving you." At that his eyes opened slowly again and I felt his hand squeeze mine. The plane shook again and I dove to hold him so that his already weak body wasn't slammed around more as I just shut my eyes and waited for the shaking to be over. It felt like a full minute till the plane was going smoothly again. But I wasn't panicked like before, reliving the crash. My thoughts were on nothing but helping Roman at that moment.

I heard the sounds of footsteps coming closer and I clutched the man I loved tighter in my arms.

Was Miz coming back and betraying his word?

I grabbed up the gun and leveled it in front of us and held Roman against me with my other arm and pointed the gun at the doorway.

The curtain was pulled back and to my utter relief it was Dean peeking in. He looked back at my determined face and was I shaking my head at him to back off too.

Roman lifted his head and motioned me to lower the gun. "It's okay Sara, he is on our side I promise you. " I watched him look to the guard and nod to him and Dean nodded back. "We can trust her Dean. Please." Roman's eyes back at the man looked pleading in their gaze and I trusted him. Slowly I lowered the gun and watched the interaction between them.

The blonde guard ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. "I think I might be a kind of peace offering from the Daddy's boy suck up. He came back there and unlocked me and had a ton of apologies that he should never have beaten me up or anything and to please not tell Daddy and oh he was pissing his pants and how much trouble he was in if all this got back to him."

Roman laughed and then coughed but then choked and leaned over and spit out more blood and leaned his head back on my shoulder. "Damn, even laughing hurts," he said to me trying to smile.

Dean looked over us both. "So you pulled his gun on him?"

I smiled back at him, and was super proud that I did. "Yeah, but not before I had to listen to him beat the hell out of you, " I turned and tenderly caressed Roman's cheek and saw him wince at a bruise already swelling.

Roman reached up with his free hand and stroked it down the length of my hair, before his palm cupped my cheek and I turned and kissed the inside of it, holding it to my lips and watched his eyes slip closed. "And I couldn't reach you either..."

I looked back up at Dean. "And Miz made Roman crazy pretty much threatening to rape me it looked like but he had barely kissed me and I managed to get his gun and he was so distracted kissing me that I could cock it right at his damn crotch and you should have seen the look on his face!"

I was grinning a mile wide at that and so proud I could protect myself and now Roman too.

"So they backed off and promised to leave us alone for the rest of the flight," I said.

Roman lifted his head from her shoulder for a moment and half smiled at his friend. "And now all I want to do is sleep..." he mumbled, his eyes falling closed again.

I watched him smile at the guard too and I just knew there was something more there, friendship, trust maybe even. Not a normal relationship in a prison that was for sure. Why else would he be sharing all this with him?

Dean grinned back at him, teasing even, I thought. "Well sweet dreams then Sleeping beauty, I will keep watch the best I can from over there and do my best to keep any other guards away from here too. Neither of you deserved the hell that happened. And I am glad you are okay Dr. Jordan. Really."

"Thank you Dean," I said sincerely and I saw Roman nod his thanks as well. I was so grateful we were not alone.

"Oh and Sara, for what its worth from me. I feel for you guys and what you have been through. Its not fair what has happened to Roman. What Rusev or Miz did hurting you at all was beyond sick too. I tried to get more keys for the big guy too and Miz is being damn adamant that no one let him free so I am really sorry about that. I would help it I could but he took mine and my backup ones too."

I nodded back to him. "Thanks for trying, Could you just reach me the cloth over there on my bag? I don't want to move from him just yet. I had all of Roman's weight on me and him leaned full on my body against the seats and Dean saw where I was pointing and passed me the wet cloth.

Thanking him once more he smiled back and headed back out down the hall and passed the curtain.

Roman's head hadn't moved from how it was nestled on my chest and slowly I wiped the cool cloth over his face and down his neck and wiped away the blood and he smiled and nuzzled in closer to my body .

We were alone again finally and I was so glad he was in my arms and I could keep him safe as long as I could. But as I held him and cleaned off the blood everywhere I could reach I saw the sun starting to peek through the closed windows and shine into the dark room.

Morning was coming. Time wasn't slowing down and I swallowed a sob that I couldn't just make time stand still.

There ya go. Double update. Please let me know what you think. Eager to know. Need to work on my other story next here but have a huge pile of dishes to face first and just want to hide from all that and keep writing... I wish...

Happy SummerSlam Roman's Comeback Anniversary. Its been 2 years since he crashed back as a heel now. Loved it to pieces!