Dean nodded to me and I smiled up at him and thanked him for helping already. He said he would stay near the door or down the hall and check around to make sure we were okay. I moved forward and gathered up everything I needed to get the bullet out of Brock's shoulder, washed my hands with the antibacterial hand soap in my bag and pulled on gloves.

Brock was unmoving in the chair, his eyes closed and I had remembered the last thing that had happened to him when I was around was Roman had hit him across the head with the butt end of his gun. I could see the huge bump on his temple from that but nothing there looked very serious.

I carefully peeled back his jumpsuit from his shoulder and saw that there were a couple layers of extra tank tops that had been packed in the plane that they must have used to keep pressure on the wound. I tugged the jumpsuit all the way off his shoulder and down his back and laid the seat down more and as much under the light as I could to see what I had to work with.

Glancing back behind me I saw Roman laying peacefully, his hair soft under his head, the blankets tucked up right by his chin and his eyelashes so long and dark against his skin. I was so grateful he looked so relaxed.

Pulling my eyes away from him, I focused back on Brock. I pulled back the layers of bloody clothes till I got to his shoulder and gingerly examined the edges of the wound. It wasn't bleeding as much anymore but I knew I needed to get the bullet out. I poked around as carefully as I could, waiting to feel for it and felt I needed to go deeper, hoping it wasn't lodged near or right against any bone.

Suddenly I felt him jerk in pain and his eyes flew open. Oh shoot. Brock looked dazed and blinked a few times and started looking around having no idea where he was or what was happening.

I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I get something to knock him out more or just continue to search for the bullet? Just then he jerked his shoulder around more with my instrument still in the wound. It tore at it more and blood started spurting out and I must have nicked an artery or something. Damn it!

I scrambled to grab for the already bloody clothes to stop the bleeding as I held the wound mostly closed to keep pressure on it.

Just then Brock's gaze leveled on mine. "Doc?"

He grinned at me being so close to him, his white teeth all showing as his lips curled up in a sick smile. I saw him look down at me and his eyes widened even more taking in my more than ample cleavage visible from the ripped apart blouse.

Damn it why did I not think to fix that before? Well I knew why. I had been focused on nothing more than Roman and making sure he was okay and made it to the back of the plane and gotten the meds he needed.

But now, now Brock was looking at me like I was a sex toy...oh shit. I looked around to call for Dean and couldn't see him anywhere.

He leaned in his head so close and his mouth right by my ear. "Ooh Dr. Delicious is right here with me? She is dressy so sexy! Pretty should have been a smarter con though and NOT shown that I could see that his weakness is poor defenseless little...YOU. You just made yourself SO much more attractive to me honey. Can I have a kiss?"

He licked his lips and winked at me. I felt my stomach spinning as he looked at me like that; like I was nothing but a plaything, a way to hurt Roman.

I saw him full on ignoring the pain he must clearly be in as my mind raced with what to do. I couldn't reach anything holding the clothes against his wound with both hands keeping the pressure and I could feel the blood pressure beneath the near soaking shirts. He was losing blood and fast.

"Dean," I called out fast and saw him reappear by the door after he must have been checking around by the hallway. "My bag there," I motioned as I was still holding his shoulder and the blood spurting. "Yes there is are packages in there with tranquillizer needles please grab one...fast!"

Dean had cuffed Brock's one wrist to the chair farthest away from me but his other one was free and just laying in his lap right now before I felt it sneak out and touch my skin at my waist.

Oh no. "Dean hurry." I could see he was digging in the bag but maybe not sure which package was the right one and started holding up different ones and I shook my head at each wrong one. No this wasn't working. What the hell did I get myself into?

Brock's hand though had made his way from my waist to my chest and I squealed out at him pawing at my breast through my bra. He was still grinning at me and watching me but not saying anything else, just watching and that made me feel even more sick.

I tried to wriggle away, half standing up to get out of his reach, but still somehow hold onto his shoulder wound and back away as I felt him kneading my soft flesh over top of my bra before the same hand started going down lower and tearing my skirt, digging his hand between my legs. My heart was racing and I was ready to let go of his wound.

But if he bled out and died, Miz would take Roman away from me...so I held on and stifled a scream as I felt my skirt tear more.

"Dean, come here," I cried out, half sobbing in fear. "Never mind the bag. Get him off me..."

And he dropped the bag and was halfway to me when I saw a hand wrap around Brock's throat and start squeezing and Roman had half thrown himself in the seat beside him and slammed the man's head against the wall once, twice, three times hard and finally Brock slumped down and sunk unconscious in the seat.

Roman collapsed beside him, his eyes falling closed himself and I motioned Dean to hold onto Brock's wound again. I wanted to get far away from him...and fast.

Instantly I was in Roman's arms again and whispering thank you's to him and sunk into his warmth, his safety. I ripped my gloves off and clung to him, holding him and feeling needing to feel him.

That was how fast one of those creeps could take advantage of me.

Oh God I felt sick. He was so right about me needing to quit.

I laid in his embrace until I could get my breathing back under control and felt him stroking his hands up and down my bare back under my torn apart blouse. He was now the one whispering to me that it was okay and that I was safe and he was right there and I could hold him as long as I needed to. I clung tighter and slipped my hands under his shirt too and sought out his warm skin and just laid my head on his shoulder.

After a few more minutes I pulled my head up and saw him looking back at me. "How did you know?" I breathed out, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

Roman smoothed his thumbs over my cheeks more and tucked the hair behind my ears. "I was deeply asleep but something in my dreams even I think just made me pull myself more awake, like I knew I needed to. And then I heard you cry out. You sounded scared. I could hear the fear in your voice baby. I don't know I just jumped up like I had energy to burn and it took half a second to know he was scaring you somehow."

Kissing my head he still rocked me mostly on his lap. "And I made Miz promise he would be knocked out if you ever had to treat him so I knew that the only thing scaring you could possibly have been him."

I sniffled and nodded. "I don't even know how he woke up and I thought he was heavily sedated. I still hate that I have to deal with him more at all, after that, after everything."

Roman nodded back and kissed me again on the lips this time. "Well you just make sure he's out and get it over with as quickly as possible and come back to me."

"Okay, I will. I still have to treat your wrist too. Are you up for any food? I can get Dean to make sure you get some food in you while I deal with Brock yet." My stomach was spinning from everything Brock just did to me but I knew Roman might actually be hungry and I had no idea the last time the prisoners had been fed at all.

Roman smiled and nodded to Dean that that sounded good. I helped him back over to the bed and tucked him back in. I needed to find another vein for the IV cause he had ripped it out when he leapt across the room before to protect me. Once I got that running I gave him one more kiss and turned back to Brock.

Making sure we had plenty of tranquillizer in him I nodded to Dean that I could handle it now and took over the pressure on the wound. I had raised the one chair up enough for Roman to still half way lay down but still sit up enough to eat.

In no time a shorter, longer haired young woman came in and offered Roman some snacks and something to drink and bottled water too. The lady pushed a cart and even offered him some liquor in tiny bottles and Roman took one and she gave him a small cup with ice he could pour it into.

She was polite and dressed smartly in the white blouse and pinstriped blue gray skirt with sensible like shoes and had shimmery brown hair halfway down her back and very pretty eyes. The only thing that made her look young was a variety of sparkly rings all adorning her fingers and a black netted choker necklace.

She smiled sweetly but seemed very out of place on a plane with such dangerous criminals. She offered him a little of everything on the cart, meats, cheeses, fruits, some kind of supper pasta dish and dessert and breads too and crackers and peanuts and pretzels. I asked her for ginger ale to soothe my spinning stomach and she smiled and gave me one.

Roman passed me another look of concern and I knew he was worried about me. I reveled in that fact that I could make him feel so relaxed even just for awhile and I longed to get back to him for him to continue to soothe me.

I watched him eat and look so normal. Not like a condemned man at all and I forced myself to try to smile to see him treated like a regular person at least for little while. Time just kept slipping away.

I held the pressure a few more minutes before checking the wound cavity again. This time I made sure ahead of time to have extra syringes with some more pain meds for Brock not that he deserved them but I didn't want him to wake up at all mid procedure again. I found the slightly torn artery and clamped it before I went looking for the bullet. I had another syringe ready right beside me if he started to wake up again but this time he looked good and out.

A few more moments of digging and I felt it just on the tip of the tweezers and moved just a bit further in and closed them and pulled as slowly and carefully back out. I didn't want any of the jagged edges of the torn skin to make me drop it.

And finally the bullet was out! I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Roman and beamed at him. "Way to go beautiful! I knew you could do it," he said proudly.

I dropped the bullet in the dish nearby and dabbed at the wound and saw nothing else seemed to be bleeding anymore. It was just the one artery and I checked more inside too and for anything that needed stitching up. So I took care of that one as delicately as I could and then closed and we were good to go.

I gathered up another suture kit and ripped it open and cleaned the wound and focused just a couple more minutes. I sighed again and strained to focus. I could do this. I needed to.

Slowly and carefully I stitched up the torn skin, one stitch at a time until it was all closed. I backed up and examined it and cleaned it again. It looked good. He would live.

Turning back to Roman I nodded. I was done. And I did it all for him...for us.

Now I needed to take care of his wrist before Miz forced me to lock him up again. He was sitting up partially in the chair still and I reached for his damaged arm. "Okay now its your turn. I need to get this looked after okay."

Roman nodded and held still. I heard Dean pacing back and forth by the doorway and called to him quickly too. "Dean," And he came right away to the curtain. "Can you get Brock back to his seat. He's done. He will live. Bullet is out. "

I saw him smile at us both and nod back . "Sure thing Doc. Be right back then." He uncuffed him, whistled and another guard came and between the two they carried him between them and pulled him up and out of the chair and was out the door and gone.

The room was silent with just Roman and I in there again and I looked up at him at the same moment as he look down at me sitting on one leg at his side where his wrist was just laying on his lap between us.

"Sara," he said breathlessly.

God every time he said my name it sounded so amazing. And we were alone again right now. I curled up in the seat beside him and laced my fingers with his hand laying in his lap.

I saw him look me up and down and he motioned to me. "Sara, do you have any other clothes here?" I saw him pulling at his shirt and tugging the t shirt and tank top off of him in one smooth motion with his good hand, leaving me speechless with his bare chest now very visible.

But he brushed my leg drawing my attention lower and I knew he meant my skirt as he ran it through his fingers right then and I saw it was torn and bloody too. I knew I had a bag here but right now I wasn't sure I wanted to waste the time with that when we had so little time left.

He untangled the t shirt and prison issue tank top and offered me either one and I smiled and took his tank top from his hand, my fingers trembling slightly and slipped the ripped blouse off. He helped me pull it over my head and it dipped low in the front still giving him or anyone else quite the view but it covered my bra thankfully and I was so grateful.

I pulled my blouse back on and tied it up in the front just under my chest and he smiled at me that it was at least a little better. But for my skirt, I had left my carry on bag all the way at the front of the plane and I didn't want to leave him for anything.

I smoothed my palms down his naked chest and felt my breath catch in my throat. "You...um...want your shirt back..." I stuttered.

I saw him looking back at me just as hungrily and I felt chills race through me. "Maybe I just want you back baby girl, right back here, with me...while there is still time."

Roman motioned his lap and I felt my insides clench just thinking about more intimacy with him. I moved forward, needing no second invitation at all. I climbed on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, this time feeling so very much closer with his warm skin pressed so close to my chest.

He looked back up at me, his eyes so big, his chin quivering as he didn't seem to know what to say right then and I didn't either. I cradled his head in my hands and nodded to him. "I know Roman...I know," I breathed out.

I dropped my head to his and I saw him close his eyes and felt his hands cradling my hips, holding me tight against him.

Just then the plane started shaking, harder and faster and I clutched at him and my eyes were wide and I looked around. "Roman what's happening?!"

He held me tight and shook his head. "I have no idea Sara."

Suddenly the curtain moved and I lifted my head fast to see Dean race in to us and say that people were saying to buckle up and that it looked bad out there. He was gone as fast as he came saying he was going to make sure the others were all warned too. The plane shook violently again and then without warning the nose started dipping, tipping us back hard in our seats.

I heard the frantic voice of the Captain on the speaker phone. The plane wasn't leveling off like the other times. My eyes grew wider and wider as he said that the controls just shorted on him and that he could not regain control in the stormy weather.

I saw Roman grab my seat belt and I hurried to buckle it, tightening it around me. Then he quickly threw on his t shirt before doing up his own seat belt up awkwardly since his one wrist was still so messed up it was hard to move it much at all before I leaned over to help him.

He was shushing me and kissing my head and holding my hand while looking around too. I felt my heart just racing in my chest I was so scared and clinging to his hand beside mine on the arm rest between us. I wanted him to hold me, but we should stay buckled up and that was likely much safer to stay alive. But right now I ached for him to hold me.

He saw everything shaking too. "Sara this isn't safe. We should anchor down lower." He grabbed my face in his palms and looked hard in my eyes. "Do you trust me?"

I nodded instantly at him and I smiled through my tears I felt the plane shaking more. It had leveled off some but was still shaking so much and everything was falling from the over head bins and lights were flashing.

"Okay, then give me your hand baby and we need to get down lower here and if we want the best chance to survive, this would be it. I just need to know you have the keys to the handcuffs Miz gave you right? "

I nodded and patted the side of my ankle boots and he smiled before I scooted closer as the plane creaked and shook more as it the lights flickered and I could hear the storm outside and saw the lightning flashing even in the brightness of the morning sky. The clouds must be hiding the dawn sun rising behind it as the clouds started darkening everything more.

He was unbuckling quickly from the seat which seemed really strange but I promised I would trust him and I did. I trusted him with my life. So I unbuckled too and followed him in dropping my body to the floor.

Roman grabbed up the pair of handcuffs I had laid on the table nearby and cuffed his good wrist and slid the chain through the ankle shackle chain on the floor before reaching for my hand and I passed him my opposite hand. He snapped the cuffs closed and we lay curled up on the floor together.

We lay beside each other on the carpeted floor, the cuffs only restricting the movement of one of our hands each. I curled my other arm around his neck and pulled him as close as I could to me on the floor. I felt the whole plane shaking more.

"Roman I'm scared," I whimpered against his cheek. He held me tight too. "I know beautiful. I am so sorry." He knew my fears. He helped me with my fear of just having the plane take off before. I felt him hold me tighter...

The pilots voice came back on again and said that nothing he was doing was helping and we needed to prepare to crash. The storm knocked out 2 of the engines and they were flying blind in the sky.

Crash! Oh god no! I felt my breath heaving in my chest and I looked desperately at Roman. I whimpered, his arm wrapped tight around me as I felt the images from the crashing plane bombard me.

My mom's scream, my dad grabbing my shoulders as I heard the whine of the jet engines in my ears.

I saw Daniel who had been in the bathroom running back to us in our seats. He was holding the seats as the gravity shifted and he tumbled on the floor toward the front of the plane! He started crawling back toward me.

I was crying, watching his hand up pulling on the seats toward me. I could see the glint of the ring I had given him as an engagement gift, in the light that was racing through the windows as the plane plummeted from the sky.

I screamed for him, and heard my mom's panicked cries as my I felt my dad forcing the parachute on my shoulders before buckling it up around me.

My brother's girlfriend was crying in her seat holding her pregnant belly, my brother's arms tight around her, trying to help her into a parachute too. He cradled her and their child but her sobs of fear were echoing around the small space.

There was no time. The ground was coming up fast and I could hear other passengers screaming too, their cries just reverberating in my ears.

Daniel had finally gotten to me and with a quick kiss he grabbed me by my jacket and pushed me towards the door. Other people were frantically trying to get parachutes on and I saw my dad helping my mom with hers and so far it looked I was the only one that was ready to jump.

I heard the rush of the door breaking off and flying away in the incredible wind before I was pushed out the door, my fiance's face the last one I saw.

I was crying reliving the worst day of my life as I felt things happening in slow motion. I felt the plane dipping further, as my body moved back and forth on the floor and Roman held me tight to keep me close and help protect me from the plane shaking more and more as the wind started whipping faster around us. I heard shouting and screaming as I felt us falling faster from the sky.

"Roman!" I cried out, clinging wildly to him. I felt his arms around me tighter and all the lights around us were dark now and the sky was fully black. I felt like I was going to die from lack of oxygen before anything else. "I'm so scared!" I whimpered feeling us going down so fast I couldn't even open my eyes to see him when I could feel him holding me but feel the wind all around me too.

But suddenly I felt a warm mouth over mine, his lips crashing down hard. I felt his whole body pressed to me, holding me tight to the floor, caging me in under him as he plunged his tongue in my mouth. I opened my mouth more to him, my one free hand coming up around his face. He opened more, devouring every inch of my mouth, his free hand tight around my waist. I felt him groan against my lips, my one hand buried in his hair as he swept his tongue in deeper, nipping at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth.

I was barely aware that we were crashing, my arm was so tight around his body, holding him hard against me. "Just hold me tight. Don't let me go. Focus on me Sara," he mumbled into my ear, kissing me all over my face. Roman had thrown himself over me, covering my body as much as he could with the cuff attached to the floor between us as we were crashing from the sky!

"Mmm," I moaned at the intensity of his passionate kisses, "I'll never let you go Roman," I felt lightheaded, maybe from his hungry mouth on mine or maybe from the drastic change in altitude. There were more screams around us and I felt stronger gusts of wind. It felt like we leveled off for a bit and then fell further and faster like the pilot was trying to control the crash.

I didn't want to die. I felt everything like it was happening when my whole family died as I was pushed through the broken door and felt the rush of air and the pull as the parachute yanked me back up into the sky as I watched helplessly from above, screaming in raw terror as everyone I ever loved was taken from me as the plane crashed to the ground in a fiery inferno.

But this time there were no parachutes, nothing to stop what was happening.

I kissed him deeper, ravenously, my arm tight around him. I loved that Roman was doing everything he could to help me. His mouth was so warm and soothing, his touch on my body helping keep my fear from eating me alive. I held his head tight to mine, whimpering his name into his mouth as I passionately kissed him back, feeling his tongue tangling with mine. My eyes were shut tight as we clung to each other, as he let me escape reality in that moment and disappear into the carnal, raw need he was showing him from his kisses.

If this was how I was going to die, I was going to die kissing Roman.

And before it all went dark I heard him mumble in my ear...

"I remember Sara...Kissing you, right now, like this.

Maybe its the fear or the adrenaline. It triggered something...

Not just pieces...I remember everything..."