A/N Well I couldn't pull myself away from doing one more chapter here first. I need to go back to the other story too but I am too invested in this one and love to pieces how it is going and wanted to add more here. So sorry for those of you waiting for an update of Fighting to Live. Next update will be there I promise.

Sara's POV

Once Dean had left I immediately turned my attention back to the weak man laying so warm against me. I had been wiping the cloth over his skin everywhere I could and was still just so happy to have this precious time with Roman. I shut out that I could see the light, the dawn coming in the windows. We had maybe half the flight left or even less. Nothing was long enough.

A prisoner had once broken free in the halls by the infirmary when I was there and had done almost exactly what Roman had done and held a guard hostage to escape. It hadn't been Miz that time but the man had held the gun to the guard's head and had made it through three locked doors by threatening to kill him. The other guards complied and let him through. It was only before he passed the last gate to his freedom that he wasn't as careful and Miz had found a blind spot to hide and shot him before he could kill the guard he was using as a shield. He wasn't fatally shot either, just hit in the shoulder of the arm that he had been holding the gun. They dragged him back and I had no idea how long they beat him but when I was called to tend to the wounds, I had barely recognized him. He had bruises and cuts and blood all over him before he was thrown in solitary for daring to escape and threaten the lives of everyone there.

I shuddered at the thought of what they could have done to Roman for his actions had they been given more of a chance. It already sounded so bad when all I could do once I had woken up was listen and try so hard not to cry. I had no idea how much I had missed but I had pulled myself to consciousness only once I heard Miz screaming at Roman to shut up when he told him he couldn't kill him. The sound of his voice, his high pitched screeching sounding voice startled me and I nearly jumped but laid still, keeping my eyes closed.

He had even taken Miz hostage himself, not just another guard, and there was no doubt that the Captain wanted revenge. I could see it in the man's eyes as he looked at me once more before turning and walking away earlier. He hated that I had won. That I had Roman in my arms and protected here and he couldn't get to him and hurt him more.

Looking down now, I smoothed my hands on his face and felt a huge bump on his cheek and another on the side of his head, where more blood was coming from.

"Are you sure you are okay?" I asked him gently and felt him move slightly against my chest. He had seemed so relaxed and might have been asleep again. He looked so beautiful even laying all beaten up but peaceful in my arms. His hair was sticky and sweaty and yet still felt like a blanket of softness under my arm as I held him against my chest. He was safe with me that was what I saw. Roman was safe and that made him look so perfect, so...I didn't even have the words to describe it.

I heard him clear his throat and cough again but this time he at least didn't spit up more blood.

"Yep," he said popping the 'P'. "Never better. Miz hits like a girl. Kicks like one too." He started to smile and then cringed at the pain that smiling must be causing. I smiled back at him through my tears at his stubbornness to still be tough with me.

"Roman you are so cute. But you don't have to do that," I scolded him softly, gently pressing my lips to head and he turned more to touch, his head nuzzling my body more.

He looked dizzy and his eyes closed again. "Of course I'm cute, and I hope hot and sexy and a lot more fun describing words but my head hurts that I can barely think straight right now." Despite his pain, his face was relaxed and a heard the smallest moan from his lips as my hands stayed tangled in his hair. I saw a smirk again as his eyes opened and he looked up at me, his gray eyes teasing as he sat up more beside me, leaning back against the seat. "Oh and do what baby?"

I realized that I loved hearing him call me that or any affectionate names. It made me feel so special, loved. I could still hardly believe he told me he loved me, in front of everyone. What the hell was I getting myself into loving a condemned man that I might never see again in a few hours?

"You know what. Miz just beat you for storming the plane to save me and you are acting tough, like you think you need to around me." He looked confused at my statement.

I felt more tears at my lashes. "I thought he could have killed you Roman! I was so scared and I was laying there once I woke up and I just froze like I couldn't do anything and just heard you gasping or cry out and I couldn't stop it!"

At that moment everything shook more around us. I could not stand all the bumps. I felt like I could throw up, my stomach was spinning so much.

"Hey, hey Sara," I heard his voice right by my ear, the sound so soothing and I knew he was so aware of my fears. I felt him pull my chin up with one of his long fingers and I looked up in his eyes, mine flooded with more tears. "Come 'ere."

He opened his arm more and I just climbed into HIS lap on the floor, curling my body into him just waiting for the shaking to stop again. His head was pressed to mine the whole time the plane was shaking and he only drew back once the turbulence had subsided again.

I blinked, feeling how close I was to him again. This was so much different than being thrown in his arms a few hours ago when I had been helping him with his bloody clothes. Now I just snuggled into his warmth, both of us having clothes sticky with blood. I felt comfort and peace amidst such insane circumstances, not the sexually charged air I felt in his arms before.

Roman tilted his head down to me and grinned, his smile all sexy at me too. "Oh and you pointing the gun at Miz's balls...Baby, that was bad ass. I'm not sure if I should be proud of you or angry that you might have made him more hungry for revenge on us." His low chuckle was the last thing I expected from him with what I did. I probably just made Miz more pissed now at both of us.

I laughed hearing him calling me bad ass. Little Sara Jordan was never bad ass. At least not till today she wasn't. I nuzzled him more, my head on his shoulder. "I just did whatever I needed to to save us. I didn't think Roman. I just acted cause I needed to protect me and you too."

Roman put his arm around me the best he could with one still cuffed to the seat, his chin against my head like he had done a few times already. I was soaking up all the closeness I could, knowing time was still getting closer and closer to when he would be ripped away from me and I was already aching inside not knowing how I could handle that.

He spoke quietly, his voice low by my ear. I could hear the pain in his voice and I wasn't even looking at him. "He was so sick in teasing me that he knew he couldn't kill me literally but he found out that just touching you was killing me beautiful. God knows what else he could have done to you if you hadn't gotten that gun baby. I don't even want to think about it."

Roman's voice fell to a whisper and I looked up to him. seeing his expression serious, his lips in a tight line. "Promise me something Sara, actually two things."

I nodded to him. The way I felt about this man after only knowing him for a month, and what we had all been through, I would promise him the world.

He gripped my chin in his hand, leveling my eyes to his. "Promise me you will quit. Please baby. You need to get out of there before someone else like Brock does come after you. I won't be there anymore either and I can't stand the thought of you in the wrong situation with any of the monsters from the prison."

I stroked his cheek, nodding to him. I had been thinking of that more and more, that I really didn't know why I was there. I was trying to 'be the change you see in the world' but it didn't seem like I was making any difference like I had hoped. "I will. I will. I promise Roman. I know what you mean and you are right. I have been feeling that way for awhile now too, probably all the way since you were poisoned."

He smiled at me, a big broad smile of relief it looked like, like I had just taken a huge burden off his shoulders. I heard him groan as I nuzzled deeper into his chest. I lifted my head right away, scared I was hurting him. "What? Where else does it hurt?" I asked.

"I'm okay Sara," he soothed rubbing my back. "It kind of hurts everywhere, but you feel so damn good everywhere too. " My fingers clung to the edges of the orange jumpsuit as my head just lay against his heart, listening for the soft steady beats pounding powerfully by my ear. I could not get enough of that sound knowing time was slipping away, far too damn fast.

"Believe me it looks worse than it feels," he tried to assure me. But I had heard so much from where I had been laying and could see so many bruises and blood now so I had no idea.

I knew he had no broken bones or deep cuts like the man that I remembered tried to escape did so I was glad I stopped it when I did. "I need you to be okay Roman, you scared me passing out like that and hearing that Miz ordered Rusev to kill you.."

I felt his hand cradling the back of my head as he smiled at me, his gray eyes soft in their gaze on mine as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I need you to be okay too," he breathed.

My hands wound around his neck, feeling the shiver all the way to my toes at what that sexy voice did to me. I snuck my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck as we just stared at each other.

"What was the second thing?" I asked, remembering him wanting me to promise him two things.

He nodded to me, his eyes lighting up in remembrance and leaned his forehead against mine, his lips so close. I could practically taste the breath from his mouth as his one thumb stroked my cheek. His eyes were pools of deep steely gray, just crashing like waves on a stormy shore as he gazed back at me. I saw his bottom lip quiver as he opened his mouth.

"I need you to do something for me," he breathed out, his voice raw with emotion. I watched his eyes, trying to figure out what else he could want. I nodded numbly, just caught in his magnetic gaze.

"Wait for me."

His voice was cracked and barely a whisper, his throat tight, his eyes pleading as he looked longingly at me. I sucked in a huge breath, just inhaling his scent hovering in the air in front of his lips. He ran his hand down my cheek, his head still pressed lightly to mine.

"It won't always be like this, hiding in the darkness, with time slipping away."

I swallowed a lump in my throat as he was so transfixed on my eyes. I felt like I could wait forever if love could feel this amazing. "What are we doing Roman?" I whispered into the air between us, my voice trembling at how close he was.

He caressed my cheek, trailing the pad of his thumb down it till my lips, pulling gently on my bottom lip as his eyes were locked on mine.

"I don't know baby. I know this is so wrong and it too late. But damn it, it feels SO right to love you," he choked out and I saw a tear slip down his cheek. "I have never felt this way about anyone."

I grabbed for his hand before it fell from my face, cupping it in my own against my cheek as I moved to kiss the tears sliding down his own cheek. I pulled back, my brown eyes locked on his.

"I love you too Roman, so much. How can I live knowing you are leaving me so soon?" The tears started again.

"I don't want to leave you," he said instantly his thumb sneaking out from our clasped hands to run it over my lips again...just like he had that night.

I missed his lips on mine like they were made for me and me alone. I hadn't had near the feelings for him weeks ago that I had now and I could only guess that kissing him more now would be explosive for both of us. Finally no one was here to stop us, to pull us apart.

"I don't want you to leave me either," I whimpered. My eyes that were steady on his dropped to his lips, showing him what I wanted, what every inch of my body was aching for. I saw him smile knowingly, his mouth inches from mine before his eyes started closing and his hand on my chin pulled me in closer and closer…

He met my lips so gently, his own so unbelievably soft and his touch so tender. There was nothing wild or heavy or passionate right now. Our heads were pressed together and at first I had just been curled up sideways on his lap, nuzzled into against his chest, but his one hand pulled me closer as his lips pressed onto mine as I straddled his lap.

My arms wounds around his neck, pulling his head tight, tugging on his hair, coaxing a moan from his lips enough for me to slip my tongue in his mouth as I could feel his body grinding up against me. I pressed down too, showing him I was just as hungry for him, just as turned on. I cupped his face, before tunneling my fingers in his hair again and he delved his mouth in deeper, kissing me hungrily with a whimper of my name into my mouth.

"Mmm Sara," Roman breathed and I smiled into the kiss and held him tight taking it all in and trying not to cry that everything would be over far too soon.

The kiss was slow, deep, so so sweet with both of us so hungry for the other person's taste and not able to get close enough.

"God Roman," I breathed out. "Please don't leave me," I felt more tears and couldn't stop them and they started falling down my cheeks as we kissed.

I felt him pull back from my lips and look back in my eyes. He stared back at me and stroked the pad of his thumb down my face, wiping the tears away. He looked like he wanted to say something but was holding back. I could see it all over his face.

Tears started slipping down his own cheeks as he gazed back on me with so much love in his eyes. "Sara, there is something..."

"Captain Mizdow to the cockpit please," a voice echoed through the air phone. "Captain Mizdow." I was startled by the loud voice echoing around the room. I blinked listening again to the announcement. The pilot was calling Miz to the front? I wondered why. I was terrified to think what that could mean. I didn't want him anywhere near either of us.

I saw Roman wiping the tears away quickly and I moved back closer to him and curled back into his lap, my fingers clenched in the folds of his jumpsuit as I looked up at him. His one arm was wrapped just as tight around me too rubbing up and down on my bare arm as I tried to calm the fear of facing anything or anyone right now. I just wanted this time with him. Why couldn't we just be left alone?

"Roman I'm scared and so tired," I mumbled against his chest. "I don't want to face any more. We already have so little time as it is."

I could already hear him shushing me and feel his lips on my head.

"Why can't I just run away with you?" I whimpered. I had been so brave with the gun before and now I felt so weak and exhausted. Time was just marching on ahead and didn't give a damn about our love.

I felt him reached forward and grunting slightly. "Baby, can you pass me the gun? Let me be strong for us? Let me protect us? " Roman said as he looked back in my eyes, his one hand stroking my hair back from my cheek.

Sniffling and smiling at his offer I nodded and shifted my body a bit forward and scooped it up and passed it into his one free hand. "Thank you," I breathed out and dropped my head back to his chest. He kissed my forehead again and I moaned at the feeling of his soft lips on my skin.

My arms curled in tighter around his waist but careful not to hurt him as I laid against his chest just grateful to have him protect me now too.

Suddenly he raised the gun fast and I lifted my head to see the curtain pulled back and Miz walked through and stormed to the front of the cabin and banged on the door of the cockpit loudly and paused and then banged on it again.

"Cozy enough for you?" his voice cutting through the air like jagged glass raining its sharp shards down on the intimacy of my time with Roman. I didn't even want to look at him. I wanted to just strap on parachutes and jump out of the plane with my love and escape everything else.

Roman's arm instantly went around me protectively as we sat huddled on the floor as he leveled the gun at him. Even with my eyes down I saw Miz step into the aisle, blocking the light from falling down on us before he moved over without another word and sounded like he collapsed into the nearest chair while waiting for the pilot to open the door.

I was trembling in Roman's arms. What was going on? I peeked up and watched as he turned to us as he waited, taking in Roman leveling the gun at him as I lay curled up against him. I buried my head closer, against his neck as the ass that tried to rape me looked me up and down, his eyes locking in on my more than visible cleavage from where he ripped my blouse open. I curled my body even more into Roman's, hiding my chest more from him as his sick gaze finally fell and my breath was shaky in my lungs.

"You two just stay out of this. I don't know what the hell he wants but if you want to stay together then just stay quiet and I'll deal with him. Is that clear?" Miz snapped at us and looked to be staring down Roman more so than me at the moment.

I watched as Roman looked down at me and then back at Miz before nodding to him without a word, the gun still aimed at him.

The door swung open slowly and the pilot peeked his head out, a gun raised himself. "What the hell is going on here?" he looked down at us and I could see him staring down Roman and Miz jumped back to his feet.

I held up my hands and I put my whole body in front of Roman as I saw the pilot instantly aiming his gun right at him.

"NO! Whoa! Back off! I mean it!" I cried out and stayed right in front of the man I loved, not daring to get too far away from him and risk Miz pulling me away and getting his hands on me again. But I raised my hands and blocked the pilot from getting any kind of chance of a shot at Roman.

I turned slightly and without words asked for the gun from him and he passed it to me. I stayed knelt down on my knees in front of him, not daring to let either man near enough or get any kind of opening to aim at him. "You called for Miz. So talk. Leave us out of it!" I snapped at him.

The pilot looked tall and strong too and well built. He could easily over power Roman in his weakened state but I was determined not to let him get close enough to get any kind of chance to.

The man looked angry at Roman and I knew they had the little faceoff earlier. I had calmed him then with just my hand on his leg and he had looked back at me and not said another word back at him then.

I backed up more, closer to him but still in front of him to shield his body, but to show the pilot that I trusted Roman I handed him the gun back. The pilots eyes were huge seeing a prisoner handed a weapon.

"I'm sorry, "

My head turned to see my man was talking to him.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his voice low, his eyes down and the gun not up raised at him at all. He had it half way up toward Miz I could see but not at the pilot. "About before. Really man. Now I just need to protect her so please let me. She doesn't deserve any of this. So just let me protect her. We are not going to hurt you. Just leave us alone...Please, " Roman trailed off and looked sorry and I knew he meant his apology. I could see it all over his face.

The pilot looked back at him and was silent and looked like he had no idea what to say about any of that.

Miz interrupted the more serious moment and laughed. "You won't be around to protect her for much longer Reigns. So enjoy it while it lasts...Tick tock..."

I shivered and moved more beside him and he just held me closer, Roman holding the gun up in front of us. I didn't even want to think about it.

The pilot looked pissed at Miz and finally focused his attention to him and I was beyond grateful. "Look Captain Mizdow, I called you out cause I heard the shots and I did not sign up for this flight to get in the middle of a riot in the sky," he snapped at him, his eyes hard on him.

"Keep control of the creeps on the plane so I can do my job and get you over the ocean without incident. I had heard all the shouting and the god damned gun shot and I couldn't even come out and investigate till it was all clear. You never know who would try to hijack the plane."

"We will Captain Orton, it won't happen again." Miz affirmed almost impatiently and I saw him glare at me before he looked back at the pilot and smiled fakely.

"It better not," he snapped back at him. "Anyway I needed to tell you we have some rougher weather up ahead. More so than the mild turbulence we were having before. We already tried to fly above it but the storm system is encompassing a lot of the sky. It should be on us in about an hour or so. So you all need to strap in by then cause it's going to get bumpy."

The pilot left, slamming the cockpit door and I watched Miz turn back to us slowly and just stare at us huddled there on the floor. Roman raised the gun without a word and glared back at him as I curled up against him.

"You wanted keys?"

The words hung in the air like the tease of freedom that they were...

I lifted my head from where it was nuzzled in at his neck and studied the man in front of me. I glanced at Roman's other wrist. I had bandaged it the best I could with the sleeves of my blouse and some gauze and medical tape when he had been unconscious before. I had tried whatever I could to stop the bleeding and had made a tourniquet and had done all I could with it still cuffed to the damn chair. I knew he had pulled on it so hard to get free when Miz had been threatening me so it was all kinds of torn up.

Roman cocked the gun at him. "We don't need shit from you," he hissed at him.

Miz looked to me.

Oh God.. we did need them.

Roman needed better bandages and to lie down and a better way for me to treat it but none of that worked with it still cuffed. I even gave him any meds I could too but any drugs were in the other cabinet in the back of the plane too and I had no strong drugs here. I had only the basics all packed in my emergency bag. The big cabinet with the strong stuff was locked in the back by the bathrooms and I couldn't go anywhere to get it and risk leaving him after everything went down. I had a key for that cabinet before, but Miz must have taken that too.

Those were some of the rules the prison had starting enforcing since the riot and a locked med cabinet on the plane wasn't something I was used to at all but it was all because of the crap that happened in the riot.

I nodded slowly.

Miz spoke quietly. "Well Lesnar's bleeding out...slowly but he is. And my dad will kill me if he dies and HR has to investigate and finds out why he was shot..." He looked back at Roman and made a face at him. "Thanks for that by the way."

Roman smirked right back. "Anytime asshole. What the hell does that have to do with us?"

Miz looked almost sorry for trying to kill him only a half hour ago. Almost.

"Well we might be able to help each other. If you save that big psychos life so my dad doesn't ask any questions and you...I can give you..."

I sat up faster in Roman's arms and looked hard back at the guy who used to be my friend and asked with my open hand for Roman to pass me the gun and he did. I stood up in front of him and walked a step forward toward Miz but still stayed plenty back, holding the gun up level with his head.

"Keys and meds, any I damn well want in the locked box and you let me give him a place to lie down and food..." I demanded and did not waver in my words at all.

Miz just glared back at me as my hands were steady as I leveled the gun at him.

I gasped out and saw him smile wryly at me before leveling his gaze at Roman. "Wow, demanding much bitch? You actually like all that fire Reigns? She wear the pants in your cute little doomed relationship?"

Roman laughed at Miz, flipping his long hair back from his face. "You only wish you had someone this amazing creep show," he snapped at him.

But he turned back to me, "Baby, please though I don't need anything from this monster. Nothing is worth anything he will demand you do for him. We will be okay," Roman insisted.

Miz looked back and forth between us and back to me. "Dr. Jordan, It's your call. Lets just say dad did not hire the guards for their emergency medical knowledge. Apparently that was why we hired a doctor. No one else in this damn place knows how to fix his wound and he will die if someone doesn't get the bullet out. Apparently moving him before we nicked an artery or something. We have no freaking idea what is wrong and we have pressure on it but its not stopping bleeding."

"SO, I could let you take care of Reigns the way you want to until we land. But I am only allowing him to be free till you can treat his wrist. The second the bandage is on he needs to be cuffed again or an hour whichever is shorter no more. Or no meds! You pick.

"Sara no I am okay, You don't have to do this," Roman called out to me and I turned slightly toward him and shook my head.

"No baby. You are not. You need antibiotics for how badly you ripped at your wrist. I need to protect you. " I was pleading in my gaze back at him and nodding to him. "I need you to trust ME Roman. Please. " I looked back up into my loves eyes and smiled at him. I could help him more and I figured out how to get him free.

I cleared my throat looking back at Miz, my voice was firm and I was brimming with confidence. "If I do this. If help you with Brock who will be unconscious the whole time time right?"

Miz nodded, a tick in his jaw looking like he was getting sick of me being in the one in control here. But he needed me. so I was going to make sure this ran as smoothly as it could.

"Good just needed to make that clear. And you let me give Roman the good meds and let him lie down and let me take care of him in the back. You let him free for the time it take to fix his wrist and you let me feed him. I know regulations were that you needed to feed the prisoners a couple times during such a long flight but I know you haven't given a damn about them. So if you want my help, you make the rest of his flight as comfortable as possible." I was talking a mile a minute, my head racing with all I needed to make sure Roman got all the care he needed.

My heart sunk knowing there was nothing I could do for him once we landed but here now it looked like I was actually in control.

Miz looked like he would actually rather eat glass than make Roman comfortable but he looked back and forth between us and was gritting his teeth. "Fine! Deal!"

I backed up, my gun still up and leveled at Miz and passed it back to Roman and when I turned back to him I was grinning so wide. I was so proud and felt so fucking bad ass right now.

I turned back to Miz and opened my hand. "Keys..."

He cursed under his breath and dug in his pocket and pulled them out and tossed them to me.

In seconds Roman's wrist was finally free. I wrapped it in his discarded bloody shirt that was still laying on the floor from before and while he was still holding the gun up I hugged him tight as he stood up. It felt amazing for him to be free, standing there and in my arms. I scooped up my meds bag and slung it on my shoulder and nodded that I ready.

Miz walked in front of us without another word and we smiled at each other as I helped him with his arm over my back to hold him up as he limped to the back of the plane.

Small victories...but I would take whatever we could.