A/N One more longer chapter for you this weekend. Too hooked on this to stop writing.. hiding from my housework and withdrawal from my daughter moving too. But here you go. After the crash... Roman's point of view. Be warned he is pretty freaked so language warning...

Roman's POV

There was no more time so I gave her everything I had left to give. I thought we had till prison in Bulgaria. But no...it looked like we were meant to be ripped apart even sooner. Even more tragically and right from each others arms.

I was pulling her in as tight as I could to me and wanted nothing more than to make everything go away. The fear and the horror in her eyes was paralyzing, nearly crippling my senses and I knew I had to pull my Sara out of it or I would get sucked in too just seeing the pain on her beautiful face. This was the girl that was scared just from the plane taking off and she had been squeezing my hand in a death grip already then.

Now though we were crashing, hard and fast with no way to stop it.

Hell, I knew how to fly a plane and had done so on some missions. There hadn't been time to get to the cockpit to help the pilot stop this if there even might have been a way to do that.

The pilot had been frantic on the intercom already that he had had no control and could not stop the plane from plunging down from the sky! How the hell had this happened?!

So even though I was a black ops field agent, I couldn't do anything to stop the plane from crashing. I had barely the strength to have made it to the back of the plane earlier and it had taken far too long in my weakened state.

But looking at the terrified face of the woman I loved...I knew I could do something for her.

So I didn't think about anything else. I didn't think about the ache in my heart that I had already been nursing, knowing I was being left in Bulgaria without her. I had no idea when I would ever see her again. I didn't know if we would be granted immunity at all for our testimony.

I didn't even think of all the pain I was in, my ribs spasming from the hard boots of that bastard guard that connected with my muscles as he cursed at me that I would never have my beautiful Sara. And that from everything I did to get to her, he said he would take care of her after I was gone.

The fire in his eyes as I peeked up from between bloody dark lashes made me believe every putrid word from his mouth. But his way of taking care of a woman.. God it could mean beating them too. I shivered just to think about it.

He didn't even know it...but he was right. What did I have to offer this woman? This perfect soul that I felt was made just for me?

A life as a wife at home while her husband was on missions and her never knowing if I would make it back? Passing in the night with her as a doctor at a local hospital and me traveling so much? Marrying her only to disappear the second after our honeymoon was over. Her swollen belly growing with my baby, as she would embrace me after weeks of me being undercover and then barely being home a few days to revel in her, till the powers that be would pull me away to disappear again? Missing my child's birth because I was trapped deep in with a Mexican drug cartel?

No, that could not be our life. I wouldn't let it be.

Dean had made it work being married and now with a child on the way. But he wasn't deep cover, he was field ops, clean up crew more so. He hadn't been forced to go away for months on end to dig deep into the bowels of organized crime.

As I was moving to cover her, protect her from the imminent crash, and possibly death...so many thoughts raced through my head. I wanted more time with her. I didn't want things with us to end before it barely begun. But seeing her eyes shut so tight, her lips nearly red from her biting them in her fear, her one arm clutching me to tightly as she cried out my name, I knew I needed to protect her from her fear any way I could.

I fought against the wind coming from somewhere, a hole in the hull already? The pressure was trying to hold me down on the floor, pushing me hard while the plane was almost at a full downward tilt to pull my weight against the wind and dragged my body against the gravity to move myself nearly on top of her.

I had ripped my IV out awhile ago already not even noticing any pain there until now when Sara frantically grabbed at my arm in her fear and sharp shooting pains raced through me. But I bit my lip and fought through the pain and focused on her now and not me.

She needed me to sooth her fear.

I curled my free arm around her head at the same moment that I just crashed my lips to hers, the force of the wind pressing my whole body against hers. My legs were beside hers and as we kissed her thighs parted more and I edged my knee between hers, half straddling her body on the floor.

Even with the loud whine of the jet engines I could hear her whimper as her one hand framed my face, before it slid back and her fingers clenched in my hair, pulling it out of the loose bun. She was holding me so tight, her fingers burying themselves in my sweaty hair.

My mouth opened more, seeking, hungry, hot and full of want and I was desperate to draw her focus to me and my fervent kisses, rather than the pure terror of the wind against our faces, the screams and shattering glass above us and creaking metal.

I tangled my tongue with hers, the heat of her mouth, the grip from her fingers in my hair, and her little body shifting on the on the floor, pressing me closer, pulled a rough groan from my throat as we kissed.

I shielded her from the glass raining down on us, pulling one of the blankets from the chair I was laying on over both of us too. My whole body was around her, my legs fighting the gravity even more to encircle her completely. She was still caged in tight mostly beneath me, with me flush against her.

I could not get close enough to her in these frantic moments knowing the end could shatter everything between us in mere minutes. I nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth when she broke away to gasp for a much needed breath. My free arm wrapped as tight as I could around her.

"Just hold me tight. Don't let me go. Focus on me Sara," I breathed in her ear before covered her face with more kisses, my lips wanting to touch every bit of her soft skin that I could in the little time we had left.

There was so much of her I would not ever get the chance to explore now, taste and revel in. There was not enough time. Not enough time to even begin to show her how much I loved her.

"Mmm," I heard her moan. "I'll never let you go Roman."

My heart soared at the joy even these precious and fleeting moments had given me and I had hoped had given her. I had never felt more alive right that second, clinging to the person that meant the most to me in the world as we crashed to our possible deaths.

All of a sudden I started getting flashes behind my closed eyes. Flashes just like in my dreams. They were my dreams... but this time they didn't stop and this time I was awake...

I saw myself dragged down a hallway...saw her kneel in front of me...my head on her chest...I saw myself moved again and my head on her shoulder...I felt so dizzy...

Sara was wearing red, a red dress... she looked so beautiful...I saw her yelling and holding me, I felt cold ice on my back and my lips fell to her neck...and remember kissing her...

And then I remember moving and darkness and water falling down... and her so pretty with the water soaking through her dress and her hair...I saw her skin so close, my lips on her cheek, I saw her breathing heavy against the wall, her lips so close...

I asked her to let me heal all the broken pieces in her...I wanted to kiss her so badly, her lips were so close, her mouth open...her breaths gasping as she looked at me.

Suddenly I got scared and remembered tears and fear and her hands on my face and the water poured down on us...

I was startled out of my thoughts by the sounds of metal creaking and should not have dared to look up from our little bubble of heaven. But a strong gust of wind caused my eyes to follow it only to stare in complete shock as part of the roof of the plane was ripped off and up into the sky!

The bright flash of lightning lit up the sky through the hole in the roof now as the wind whipped around us even stronger now. I felt my body lifting even with her arm wrapped around me and I grabbed hard for the chains that secured us to the floor.

We seemed to be falling and spinning at the same time and then it seemed we leveled off for a moment but the next noise was the groan and snap of one of the wings as it was torn off the hull of the plane spinning us more out of control at a faster rate! Oh dear God!

I didn't want to know more. I shut my eyes, my head pressed against hers, feeling her arms wrapped tight around my neck. My thighs were clenched hard around her waist, praying I wouldn't be torn up and out of her arms from the force of the free fall. I prayed the cuffs held us down. I heard her whimper my name into my mouth and I opened more, tasting all of her that I could as my arm stayed locked around her waist, holding her tight.

We probably had maybe seconds left.

I gave myself over to just the sensation of her tongue, her mouth, her body so tight to me pushing out all the fear, the screams, the wind pulling on me so strongly, her tears that I could feel and not see on her cheeks as our eyes both stayed shut.

"I remember Sara, Kissing you right now...like this...maybe its the fear or the adrenaline. It triggered something. " I held her to tight. Cradled her body so close and treasured every last second of her warm and alive in my arms.

I could hardly believe it myself but needed to tell her even we died in the next moment. I leaned right by her ear, my lips right against her skin as I felt the wind so strong around us. "Not just pieces... I remember everything ."

And then there was nothing but blackness as I called out her name, but I couldn't even hear my own voice in the roar of the wind. I felt the air whooshing around me like everything had been ripped from their bolted position on the floor before we were jolted violently up and the back down hard before I felt nothing but emptiness as it proceeded to swallow me whole…

Hours later...

I woke up sputtering and coughing as water hit my face, startling my body into action. I looked around blinking rapidly and trying to focus my eyes despite the blood I felt dripping down my face. I lifted my arm, swiping the blood away as my vision cleared. I could barely recognize the plane at all. There was nothing normal around us, just bent metal and twisted seats. The overhead lights were sparking, the sizzles falling into the water that was spreading on the floor.

I lifted my head from where it had been laying. My arm tucked under me, the cuff still securely in place. Every inch of my body ached, every muscle protested me doing any moving but I didn't give a frigging damn about me and I needed to find out if Sara was okay.

I had no idea how long I had been out, hours? There were suitcases and cargo it looked like, scattered all around me and there was a wide hole where there used to be a wall. It looked like the cargo compartment had broken open littering all the luggage around the small area.

"Sara!" I hissed out frantically and groaned moving my weak arms to push more cargo out of the way. I didn't want to call out too loudly in case anyone heard me or God forbid any cons had gotten free at all. I had to make sure she was okay and no one else could get to her. Her life depended on it.

I followed my cuffed wrist and found her body feeling it still right beside me in the water but there was a whole pile of stuff that looked to have been tossed all from the cargo hold and clothes and suitcases and boxes and so much was all around her prone figure. My wet hair whipped back and forth as I crouched down, pulling harder at more suitcases and boxes that looked to have fallen all around her beside me.

My wrist screamed at all the moving I was doing fighting to use my weaker wrist while my good one was the one still cuffed to the floor. I cursed not being able to use both hands freely but I knew that if we had not anchored ourselves down then there was no way we would have survived not being pulled out of the plane. Especially judging from the huge hole in the roof now.

Then I caught sight of a small flash of brown hair that floated up to me as the water kept rising.

Sara!

I pulled harder at everything near that small strand of hair from of my brunette beauty. I uncovered an arm and then saw her dark brunette head next. She wasn't moving. Please be alive..

Fate must be smiling down on us cause one of the seats that had been fully reclined for me to lay down in looked to have been ripped from the bolted position on the floor. But once I uncovered her it was still reclined and its headrest must have gotten under her somehow in the rush of the water coming in when the plane started flooding.

And there it lay, cradling my love's head and keeping her face and nose away from the water. I felt tears start to stream down my face at the sight of that as I saw it once I uncovered her from the debris all around her and just sank down in the water and cried with relief. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her insistence to take care of me here at the back of the plane and lie down and rest could have very well saved her life too.

I stroked my fingers in her hair, and saw blood on her head once I had got her turned around so she was facing up and not laying over the water pooling on the floor. My breath was in my throat, my heart aching in fear as I grabbed for her head gently shaking her and checking her pulse. The erratic beating in my chest got more painful and stronger as I searched her neck for that precious little clue to whether I had lost her or not. She hadn't drowned, so she had to be okay right?

My body just fell back in relief as I found her pulse! It was weak but there! She was alive! I looked up to heaven my trembling lips moving silently in thanks to the higher power that had not taken her from me. I felt tears start pouring down my cheeks in relief and dripping down her already wet body. I cradled her in my arms the best I could on the floor, my tears soaking into her hair as I knelt down, burying my head against hers. She was alive! I could hardly believe we had survived!

I pressed my ear to her chest just treasuring that beautiful sound. I felt her body moving and nearly jumped off her to give her room to breath. I checked all over her, feeling her body for anything broken and I couldn't find anything. My protecting her on the floor I hoped had spared her any injuries. Her eyelids fluttered and her coppery eyes opened, squinting in the bright daylight that was flooding in the cabin from the broken windows and open roof. The storm looked to have passed by now and it was well past night and bright as mid day even.

"My God baby," I breathed out hardly having any words for how I felt as I leaned my head back down against hers.

"Roman?" she whispered, her voice so weak. "Are we?" She blinked and I smiled down at her.

"Alive?" I smiled just as tiredly back at her, but so thankful she was okay. "Yes baby, we are alive. I was so worried about a head injury since I saw the blood on your head and wondered what might have slammed into us but thank God you are talking and we are okay." My tears blurred my vision as I let out a long breath.

My girl reached up a shaky hand reminding me of the weak way I reached for her myself when I heard her calling me, kneeling beside me and shaking me awake after Miz had beaten me. I moaned at the feel of her hand on my cheek and I shut my eyes as tears slipped down my face.

Looking around more I could see the water running on the floor, soaking my knees as I pulled myself up. There was no sounds in the cabin other than the rushing of the water that looked to be spurting through the cracked hull. We must have landed in the water I gathered as I could see bright blue sky high above me from where part of the roof had been torn off. As fast as we were free falling there would have been no way we would not have exploded on impact if we had hit land.

But my relief was short lived as in the next moment I nearly jumped back and I saw Brock limping by the mangled halfway upright doorway, swishing the water with his feet, his eyes darting back and forth! He had blood dripping down his arm, the sleeve nearly soaked with blood. Oh shit! How the hell was even awake already? And freaking free?! Why the fuck did he even survive the damn crash?

I pulled Sara down farther to the floor, arms tight around her. My heart was like a jack hammer in my chest. I shrank back deeper, more thankful than ever for the cargo and debris that had fallen all around us. I was curled up, on the floor with Sara mostly behind me hidden behind the mountain of luggage, my heart racing with fear, gray eyes just peeking through the debris to see the monster that had tried to kill me many times already.

Everything in me still hurt like hell but seeing him free and awake pacing like a damn tiger like he was waiting for something...Okay it was time to get the hell out of here.

"I turned back to her, stroking my palm down her one cheek tenderly. "Okay baby, give me the keys and lets get the hell as far away from these bastards as we can."

Brock was now a fucking uncaged tiger, no bonds, no chains! It was time to go. How the hell could I keep my baby safe now? I don't know if she knew why I had pulled her down so quickly. Her fearful eyes were locked on mine.

I watched her nod to me and I smiled back at her and she dug in her shoe where I knew she put the keys. But her head snapped up and the look on her face was that of pure horror.

Oh, no, no, no.

Sara nodded and I cursed at nothing in particular. The damn weather was the first thing I thought of.

She bit her bottom lip. "I'm sorry, the water must have washed them out of my boot.." she whimpered.

I shushed her and could still hear Brock yelling in the other room. Oh fuck. "It's not your fault Sara. We will find another way to get free. It's going to be okay...

"No! I am not leaving without that bitch!" Brock screamed out. "She is mine and I am going to fucking love tearing her apart till she is screaming and covered in blood! I had her all to myself till Reigns got his damn nose in my business again!" I heard him snarl out to someone I couldn't see from where I was. He was holding something to the wound in his shoulder and had blood dripping down from his forehead too. At least it looked like he got it reinjured in some way from the damn crash but not nearly enough for my liking.

I instantly felt Sara stiffen in my arms and I knew she had heard him too.

"Oh yeah," the other voice said, that voice as slippery and venomous as a poisonous snake. "I can't wait to hold Reigns down while you make him suffer! Can you just imagine the look on his face!"

"Pretty loves her," I heard Brock mocking me and laughing. "He was all over her before he knocked me out when our little plan worked so perfectly to get him to storm the damn plane. He took the guard hostage and freaked out got beaten so bad he's like a wounded deer and its the perfect time to get him and the Doc. So much easier for me to destroy both of them now."

I cringed not wanting to hear any more, my eyes pleadingly on Sara as I saw tears slipping down her cheeks, and felt her body shaking in my arms. The other man was Bray Wyatt. He wanted a piece of me as much as he did Sara. A lump caught in my throat and my blood just froze in my veins as I watched them both from our hiding spot. I could not contain the shiver I felt as my ears could not unhear the evil that monster wanted to unleash on us.

Christ! I would die before I let that happen!

I bent lower, laying Sara down on the floor in the steadily rising water, putting my finger to her lips to make sure she stayed totally silent. I felt her fingers reaching out and clinging to my t shirt. I just needed to keep her as far from the monsters eye lines as possible. She had to know I would fight till my last breath before I let anything happen to her.

What the hell else could I do now though? I pulled as quietly as I could on the cuff still locking us to the ankle shackles chain knowing I couldn't even run with her to keep Sara safe. This was a fucking nightmare! How did that psycho even get free of his cuffs?!

But I had my answer almost instantly as Rusev came into view!

Damn, fucking, hell! One of the guards had let him free! I could not remember the last time I had cursed so much in my head. I started looking around in the shallow water for the keys. Maybe they hadn't gotten far. Maybe I could reach them from where we were and still get us free.

Looking up again after I had searched all over in the water I saw Rusev was holding a shirt or towel it looked like to his head and he had a huge gash on his forehead. His sleeve of the dark blue guards uniform was torn too and he had a large tear in it by the shoulder his skin soaked with blood.

I saw another man step past Brock and recognized Harper. Seriously, did no one die in this fucking crash!? I had no idea how I could stop Brock from getting to my precious girl let alone all three of them when we were still handcuffed to the damn floor!

Harper too looked relatively unharmed. He leaned against the wall by the door and it was then that I saw a sharp piece of metal sticking out of his leg. As deep as it looked that it was lodged, he should be bleeding out, but it must have just missed his major arteries.

I watched as he grabbed for the shard and pulled, sliding it out inch by inch till he tossed it on the ground and let out a deep breath. He ripped off his shirt in one swipe and tied it around his leg before standing back up like it hardly affected him. He cracked the bones in his neck and cocked his head to the side before whirling around right toward us!

I startled back, my eyes averted quickly thinking he had seen us. I curled up further into the shadows despite the bright sunlight streaming through the plane. He looked puzzled and stepped toward the door and I held my breath, Sara tight against my chest. Had he seen me?! He stared back toward the mess for another few seconds before turning back around and my breath just fled from my lungs. That was close.

I was still trapped here with the one woman these men had fantasized about defiling in ways I did not even want to think about. I might be the only one here to protect her. I had no idea where Dean was at all either. Or if the pilot might be someone I could trust or if there was any way I could reach my cousin from somewhere. Maybe he did not even know we crashed.

But right now I needed to just get us the hell off the damn floor before we drowned here. The water was rising far too fast and we still has no way to get free. I looked around for anything that I could use to pick the lock, trying to block out the voices of the men looking for us. I had luggage all around me and there had to be something that would pick a stupid handcuff!

I saw Sara watching me as I felt around in the water and then saw her medical bag just floating in the shallow water. It was already open and I could see a syringe just laying on top in a plastic seal. I grabbed for it and ripped it open with my teeth and saw another one tucked under the first one and handed it to her, motioning for her in a stabbing motion to which she nodded rapidly at me in understanding. We finally had a weapon...if we could get close enough. And maybe the syringe could open the cuff.

I watched her stuff more supplies in the bag, anything she could reach from where we were still half sitting up on the floor. If we could get out of here we needed to bring it with us. I felt like hell from the last beating and I remembered she still needed to take care of my wrist more if she could and that was hoping we wouldn't meet any more danger on the way out.

I could hear more yelling from past the doorway and it sounded like the three cons were having some kind of game to decide who else to let out of the cuffs. I couldn't hear it exactly but it sounded like Brock would only let them out if they promised he agreed to let him...oh God.

If they agreed that Sara was all his!

Okay, there was no holding this back. I was literally shaking. I was going to be sick. Turning away from Sara's shocked expression and gagged and almost threw up in my mouth I felt my stomach clench painfully as I longed desperately to change what was happening. I would even happily walk right into that prison in Bulgaria and never see her again, as much as that would tear at my soul...just to spare her the sick things that these monsters had in mind for her.

I pulled harder on the chain on my wrist, twisting the needle from the syringe in it. Damn it this had to work! I felt her hand on my wrist and looked up into her wide but soft brown eyes. I could see it in their murky chocolatey depths...she trusted me. She had faith that I could get her safe. I could not let her down.

I bent down and went to work again on the cuff but it wasn't working and the needle just bent till it wasn't useable at all. Damn it. What else? I grabbed for a pen I saw just tucked in the side of Sara's bag and ripped it apart with my teeth and pushed the inner piece into the lock, moving it back and forth just so...

"Well she has to be here somewhere!" I heard Brock yelling again. "Pretty does not get to keep her for himself! They are both mine!" I heard someone wade closer in the water and push around in the mess of debris.

I was fast at pulling the blanket back over us. I had locked us to a bolt on the floor right close to the far wall in the back by the cargo hold and near where the hole in the wall now was. Part of the back wall had fallen in around us and suitcases and clothes were everywhere. With the rows of chairs all ripped up off hinges too there was almost a wall of debris by the door too between us and the other area.

It didn't even make sense that some of the cons were still cuffed to their seats and that those seats stayed put and had remained bolted to the floor when the ones in our section looked to have mostly been ripped up off the floor entirely. Maybe it was because the hole in the roof was more over the area we were closer to? But the cons that had been released by the guards were taking full advantage of being the alphas and enjoying every minute of that power.

I didn't even know who came to investigate but I felt Sara curled in right against me as close against my chest as she could be and I wrapped my arm around her and whispered soothing shushing noises in her ear. I heard the water swishing around and saw suitcases being tossed around a bit as someone was in the room and looking for us.

Sara was shaking in my arms and I could feel she was trying so hard to keep from crying out loud. I buried my head by hers, my lips right by hers and kissed her so softly. Just the most firm press of my lips to hers but her tears were streaming down her cheeks and her one arm held the back of my head so tight keep my head pressed to hers.

When we broke apart she was finally not breathing so heavily and I felt her grip loosen and I peeked up to see the person tossing boxes by the door a bit more and then just yell back.

"There is nothing but all the damn luggage back here boss." And I recognized Rusev's voice and then Brock look in from the doorway. Rusev just called Brock boss. Oh shit.

I felt her curl more into me and I stopped to focus on the cuff long enough to try the pen again only to have it snap in half in my hands and fall in the water and away past my hands before I could grab the pieces back.

Shit! Damn it what else could I try?

Sara was looking back at me and trying not to show her fear but I knew she was getting really scared that we were not getting free. I was starting to curse that I thought it was not a good idea at all to have cuffed us to the floor.

Another rush of cold water came in from the doorway and raced across the floor and made the water we were trapped in even deeper. I saw the water had brought half the pen back from out of my reach and I grabbed for it fast to try it again.

"Stay under the blanket as much as you can Sara. In case they come back." I met her eyes, hoping my own showed her the confidence I was trying to exude. "I mean it that I will find a way to get us out of here. Okay. Just trust me."

I had seen Harper and Wyatt too walking closer to where we were hiding but there was a half a wall and twisted metal and who knows how many seats just scattered around us along with the luggage. It looked like we were in the bottom of a blender and I prayed that they would not try to push their way through the mess more. Did anyone but Miz even know where we had been as the plane crashed? Where the hell was Miz?

Dean knew we were here. Oh god! Where was my buddy?

I straightened up more still keeping as much to the shadows at the back of the plane as possible. Sara shook my arm as I was still trying to unlock the cuff from the floor. She started pointing to the water that was creeping higher and higher as I watched the cons pace. It was nearly chest level by now.

I strained to look past them and saw a body on the floor as well as another one draped over the seat. How many people had died? Not enough, I thought looking back seeing Brock in the doorway again. I heard him mumbling to someone that I could not see, his face lit up like the Joker.

Then there was the crack of a gunshot and I reeled back to see a man drop from his seat blood pouring from his head.

It wasn't a guard. The cons were actually shooting other prisoners?

This man had an orange jumpsuit on and now was lying in a pool of his own blood!

I couldn't see from where I was who had just been killed. Then I heard the tell tale sound of cuffs being unlocked and Wyatt and Harper just dragged the body up off the floor. And before I could react they just tossed it through the doorway and at us!

I almost jumped out of my skin as now I could see the face of Kevin Owens through the blood caking his face. His body was jerking in spasms as I watched his eyes close. He looked like he had still been alive when they threw him at us and then there was the briefest of moments where he looked like he had seen me through the luggage before his eyes closed and his head sunk down. Damn it. Our tech guy...that was supposed to help with the testimonies...

I felt Sara just damn near hyperventilating now in my arms as we both watched the cons eyes closed as his blood dripped into the water one drop at a time...

I could not let them find us. I cradled her shaking body tight and felt her arm clutching at me as she buried her face in my neck. "Oh God Sara, I know baby. I know..."

A/N Welcome to the Jungle Indeed...monsters uncaged and they aren't. That cannot be good. Love to hear what you think. Have a great night!