Roman's POV

I looked around me, still pulling myself from the memories of that day nearly a month ago now. That day it was me who was in such danger, that I didn't see it coming. That day Dean couldn't even save me from. He had no idea what had happened until after.

Back then he was the safe one, on the other side of the bars. With the steel between him and the monsters. And the monsters roamed around me like lions prowling for their next meal.

Now, Dean was the one that had been surrounded by the literal hyenas jumping on their prey as I was backing away and pulling my girl to safety.

I knew it was the right thing to do without question, but it broke me to pieces to leave him there after it was HIS plan that saved us.

Hell, I had saved him SO many times over the time we had known each other too. He had my back as much as Seth did over the years, more so, I was sure.

Especially after Seth's betrayal Dean and I were closer than ever.

Being turned over to a Russian arms dealer by your supposed brother and spending 6 months tortured in their prison will do that to you.

But surviving I know meant more now that Dean had a family to get back to. We were not just flyboy bachelor's anymore that risked way too much and had nothing waiting for us at home. He had a wife who loved him more than I had ever thought anyone could love that crazy idiot. She was as insane and as adorable as he was and now, he was going to be a dad too.

Closing my eyes, I bent to kiss my Sara's head and hugged her closer. I had more reasons to come home too. I wanted to survive get the hell out of the nightmare more than any other mission I had ever been on. I felt her arms around me and hugged her closer too.

I heard the man in front of me clear his throat and I lifted my head to him. As much as wanted to stay hidden in the soothing feeling just holding my girl, we needed a plan and we all needed to work together.

The pilot was motioning to the woman beside him, and I moved my eyes to her and within seconds Sara had stepped out of my arms and moved forward to hug the young woman.

"I'm Randy and this is my co-captain, Becky Lynch." The woman gave me a small shaky smile as she hugged my girl, and I was glad they had each other.

She looked glad to see another woman here and I then wondered what happened with the other young woman here too. She was pregnant was that made everything even more dangerous, I was sure. Everyone had run to the front of the plane to confront Sara and I before and so I prayed that she had somehow gotten away from them and found some place to hide or gotten off the plane safety.

Randy's focus was still on me, his eyes narrowing, "Can we trust you? I mean I see that you want to keep her safe. I don't know about you, but I want to live through whatever the hell happened. I sure did not sign up for this when I agreed to the exorbitant amount of money from Mizdow Inc. No money is worth being stuck on an island with a bunch of criminals."

I nodded to him and hoped he believed me. "You can trust me sir." I said, hoping the respect I added to the sentence would help. I had been pissy earlier when I was still in chains, and everything was very different, and it hadn't meant to be directed at him at all. Well not all at him. He was just the last one in my line of fire after so many had roughed me up and abused me the last while.

Sara came back to me and snuggled in under my arm and I pulled her to my chest and kissed her hair. "I mean it. We would be dead if it wasn't for you," I nodded at him. "I owe you and Dean our lives. I don't know how much you could see of what that creep Lesnar was trying to do to her but..."

Randy looked down and nodded slightly at me. "I had a pretty good idea."

I was biting my bottom lip, not even wanting to remember at all and felt Sara slip her hands under my shirt by my waist again and holding me close, her one arm caressing my back.

"He's been looking for ways to destroy me since I got to the prison a month ago and now...knowing that I love her," I indicated of my Beauty. "Was just the perfect way to nearly kill me without even touching me." I said to him. "Plus, he gets whatever he wants from her too."

My hand trembled as I laid one on the steel door. "So, I had...to get her out of there and Dean...was too far away." I looked down at Sara in my arms and blinked away tears knowing how close we were to what Brock had forced on her.

I cupped her face in my palms and felt so emotional. "I had to stop it...I was going to throw myself at him and risk him killing me than you go through that. I fought him when he forced me..., that night.

And I stopped it. Thank fuck I stopped it. Even with 3 of them there...

But that's why they burned me..."

Sara put her hands on mine on her face too. "Oh God Roman...that is why you were burned? That's why you had strangle marks on your throat?!"

I nodded and felt tears slipping down my cheeks at her. I remembered...

"So, when I heard that zipper and saw him force your head down and you were so weak, and I could already see the bruises on your neck from how much he had been choking you I would have rather died than let that fuck have you like that..." I whispered.

Sara was crying now too, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me. I could see more clearly how bad the bruises on her neck were too and reached out to stroke my finger along the edge of them. "God, baby I am so sorry he hurt you. I couldn't stop him, and it was tearing me apart that I couldn't."

And I turned to the door and halfway snarled out. "But I can't open the fucking door for Dean because I can't risk that monster EVER putting his hands on you again Beauty. That was too fucking close."

I slumped against the door and leaned my head to it, closing my eyes in defeat. It felt like a sick game where I could not save my best friend and the woman I loved. Someone had to die. And that was so fucking wrong.

Randy moved closer and caught our attention again. "Umm, I'm super sorry guys but we need to think of how to get out of here. There IS actually an island out there. Maybe there is a way we can get off this plane and get somewhere safer and signal someone for help or something."

I sniffled and lifted my head. This wasn't the time to drown in all the emotions of everything or we could die here too. Besides I wanted to see this island for myself. There were windows in here so maybe it was already visible from where we were. I was already slowly pulling myself up and Sara helped me, and we stepped forward to lean out toward the window.

Sure enough it was right outside the front of the plane, and I could see a few cons swimming and using debris to make their way a short distance in the water toward a large expanse of land.

Thank God. At least we weren't stranded the middle of the ocean. I could see cliffs and trees and rolling green hills.

I turned back to Randy who was unbuttoning his white dress shirt at the collar and loosening the blue tie around his neck. He undid the buttons on the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them up exposing what to me looked like sleeve tattoos on both his arms. They were skulls and black thick designs that I could see so far as he showed his skin. Very interesting and not what I expected from him. The tats made him look much more badass than he originally seemed all dressed and pressed with the pilot uniform on.

"Do you have any way to call for help? A sat phone, a way to contact anyone?" I asked him. "The black box would have a beacon, right? I need to get a hold of my cousin and tell him where we are. They could have rescue here before anything happens to us and re-arrest all these bastards."

Randy shook his head at me again and tossed the tie to the seat.

Well, that was no help. This guy was just full of good news. I saw Sara's face scrunch up in confusion. She didn't know I had a cousin or about anything else we did. Maybe now was the time to tell her.

"I'm sorry man, I looked for the sat phone after the crash and it fell in the water and I can't get any kind of signal from it, at least from this altitude. Maybe if we dry it up enough and get to higher ground something could go through. And I'm pretty sure based on the gauges before they just shorted out and the fucking plane went into a stall that we lost the tail a ways back. Black box included."

That drew a sigh of exasperation from me. Was there anything that was on our side here?

Randy continued. "So, I'm pretty sure that our black box could be miles away, even a hundred or more. And carried in the current it might take days for rescue to track it down, let alone where we are compared to where it will be when they find it. We were close to The Azores Islands when everything started shutting down. But there are still hundreds of miles of ocean before Europe."

Shit! That was just a barrel full of more good news. I tried to stay calm thinking that we needed to play hide and seek with a bunch of killers and rapists till Jey got his ass over here.

Hell no. I was not looking forward to that. It could take days! Shit!

Sara moved to stand closer to me again, swishing her legs through the chilly water. She had gone and checked on the other lady Becky again who was curled up on one of the seats with a blanket over her and they had talked quietly as Randy and I had been talking and now she came back to me. It was as if she could sense whenever I was needing her lately.

Everything just felt like one bad thing after another, and I was just so freaking tired.

I lifted my arm to allow her to curl up at my side, grimacing slightly at the pain in my ribs. Her body felt so good against me. So right. And everything hurt like hell from fighting Brock and Strowman and Miz's beating.

I studied the nearly unhurt pilots across from us, seeing mostly cuts and bruises and remembered the plane going nose down at such fast speeds. "How are so many of us still alive? Hell, how did you two survive a head on nosedive? This is likely shallow water, right?"

"Yeah, I think so," Randy confirmed, wiping his head with his arm where I saw a shallow cut and only a little blood on him, but he looked relatively unhurt. "I mean we are still sinking so who knows how shallow, but I did some fancy maneuvers and pulled it out of the stall at the last-minute managing to get the nose up and catch a hard and fast updraft. I think it might have been the only thing that saved our lives because the plane landed almost flat in the water like it hit a cushion. Crazy I know."

Mmm hmm, I couldn't agree more. I wish the crash had killed more of the monsters that were free now but then maybe my baby would not still be alive too or me. The water was rushing almost to my thighs by now, telling me time was running out. "Well, we need to figure a way out of here with those bastards blocking the door," I said to him. "Is there any other exit from here? A trap door to the lower level, anything?"

The captain shook his head for the umpteenth time, and it was really starting to piss me off that nothing he said was anything positive.

"No, the nearest airlock to the bottom level is right outside the door in first-class. There is nothing in here but a tool compartment. All I have is my luggage. The airlines kept losing my shit every flight, so I started just keeping in here with me. I have a couple oxygen tanks for the deep sea diving I had planned to do but otherwise I just have my clothes and not even a weapon that works, nothing."

I sent him a teasing look. "Yeah, thanks for the lack of loaded gun by the way."

Randy half chuckled and made a face back at me, maybe he was actually starting to like me. "You think I would bring a loaded weapon on a plane myself? I have a hard enough time knowing the armory area is all in the back and under control of the guards."

I just laughed wishing that it had been loaded. "Well, if you had, then Brock would have plenty of holes in him now and I would never worry about him ever touching my girl ever again and Dean would be safe and sound in here with us. All because you are scared of a loaded gun on your plane Orton."

Randy just glared at me and nodded. "You..." he gritted his teeth at me. "...are definitely right about that. So, I am sorry. But there is nothing I can do about it now is there?"

Shaking my head I smirked at him, happy to be right. "Nope, and all the weapons are control of the corrupt guards, and they gave the prisoners free reign of the armory hours ago. I haven't seen Lashley or Miz so I am assuming they probably just tucked tail and ran. Likely got on the island and away from the cons as fast as they could, or we would have seen them both dead here somewhere."

I sighed looking around, trying to think more. There had to be something else. "Well can we break the windows?" My tone was getting more desperate as I tried to think of anything we could do.

I should know all the answers to my questions from my experience with other missions, but I just could not wrap my mind around things as well right now. I was struggling to concentrate while feeling my head pounding from everything hurting and all the fighting I had already done. Sara snuggling against me felt like my only way to stay focused and keep fighting to get us off this damn plane.

God, I needed her right now. Everything felt fucking hopeless.

"No, the windows are way too strong to break. I don't I even have anything in here that could break them," Randy replied dejectedly.

"Damn it, give me something man! How the hell can we get out of here and save Dean?!" I snapped at him expecting him to offer up a magic solution after all the crap he just said wouldn't work.

"Roman, I heard him calling for you to run. And you are saying it was his plan to save me," Sara's small voice mumbled from against my throat. "Dean is more than just another guard here...isn't he? Did you come here together somehow?"

I drew in a deep breath and pulled her head back gently from my body, cradling her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks, as my fingers were digging into her hair by her ears. "Yes, Baby girl." I dropped my head to her hers, my eyes closing as I sighed.

God. I wanted to just freeze time right now and share with her everything that was bursting from me every time I was near her. It always hurt to keep anything from her.

I opened my eyes, gray eyes locked steadily to her brown ones. "Yes, He is my best friend. I know I have so much I need to tell you. I just NEED to get you out of here first. But I promise I will tell you everything. There is SO much I need to tell you. So much of me like I said I wanted you to see the real me that night like I saw you in the darkness...I want you to love the real Roman. Not just the Roman I've been allowed to show you but the real me that has been aching to be real with you since the moment I met you."

Her eyes narrowed in curiosity but slowly she nodded to me, her hands up around mine on her face. I smiled at her, eager to get the lies gone from whatever we already were to each other. Right now was not the time but soon.

"It's not what it looks like," I heard her mumble maybe to herself. And I nodded to her before pressing my lips to hers in a firm but tender kiss. I captured her mouth in mine, just gently, an action full of promise of more time later.

"No Baby it's not. We are so much more. Believe that." I breathed against her lips, and she pulled them in and kissed me again.

I needed to pull my attention back to my buddy. It had gone way too quiet behind the steel door as the water kept rushing through the cracks and rising around us. They had not just given up on us and left, had they?

The loud crack of a gunshot had me jumping back from Sara's lips.

"You hear that Pretty?" I heard his nauseating nickname for me again. I looked back at Randy who again was shaking his head.

"Door is bulletproof," he confirmed.

Well about time at least one thing went our way, I thought.

I saw the thick metal that was lodged against the steel, seeing it jiggle at bit before Randy jumped back up, holding it tight bracing the door closed. "Lock was fried in the crash," he whispered. "But this should hold. There is no doorknob on that side so they can't pull it open."

I was glad to hear it, but it still left us in there as the water kept flooding the room. We couldn't stay here forever. And with no trap doors or way to break the glass I had no idea what to do.

"I know he means something to you. I'll shoot him if you don't open the door Pretty!" I heard Brock scream out.

No, I couldn't lose him. But what else could I do?

Then I heard another loud thud against the door and the weak sound of my best friend calling out to me.

"Roman." His voice sounded so pained and then I heard coughing and him moaning from the likely injuries he had sustained in saving our lives.

I reached out, my hand trembling as I laid my palm on the door. "I'm here buddy. I'm so sorry." I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed it down needing to figure out how to be the hero now when Dean had been so much on our hero just a few minutes ago.

"You saved us D. You saved Sara and me. Our new friend here told me about your rescue plan. Your plan and it worked man. Sara is safe in here because of YOU. And I will never be able to repay you," I choked out, feeling a tear in the corner of my eye.

"You can Rome. Promise me you will take care of Renee and my baby," I heard my bestie pleading.

I shook my head fast, not realizing that he would not be able to see me. "No way. That is your fucking job. I am not going home without you. Face your wife without you? She'll kill me if I don't bring you home to her. Hell no! Don't you dare give up on any of us!"

I felt Sara's arms curl around my waist, her body warm against mine as she laid her head in the hollow between my shoulder blades. I reached for her hands tucked up by my stomach and squeezed them in mine, offering her what little comfort I could as she tried to support me.

I heard another bang and then my buddy cry out and I wondered if Brock had slammed his head against the door. Dean swore quietly as I had my ear still pressed to the steel.

"Say it!" I heard the monster hiss out and then another bang echoed, and Dean groaned.

"Roman, he wants me to tell you there is no way out. Either you and Sara drown in there or..." there was a long pause. "Or he will kill me."

I shut my eyes, my forehead still leaning against the door.

Damn it!

Dean's voice carried again, sounding nearly frantic. "Don't you dare open the door Roman! You have to forget about me! You have to keep her..." I heard another loud noise and a moan as Brock must have hit him again, silencing his warning to me.

"Last chance Pretty. Your buddy has a gun to his chest. Rollins, your old buddy from all I am hearing is ready to blow him away. You guys were all like brothers at one time? How fucking precious."

There was a pause and then the sound of multiple bullets slamming into the door. "Now open the damn door and get your ass out here! You have 5 seconds before Ambrose dies!"

I straightened back up, turning around and leaning back against the door, my mouth was open wanting to say something, stop him somehow. I wanted to scream, yell, curse and have a gun just magically appear in my hand that I could go all Rambo on his ass.

"5!"

I couldn't do it. I knew that. But to willingly let my best friend die? No, he already told me to stay put and keep her safe. I could not let those psychos at her. I just kept seeing Brock with his hand around her throat, his tongue on her cheek, forcing his head in his lap and the terror in her eyes as I was damn powerless against him.

No, I could not make her relieve that. Ever.

"4!"

I started shaking, knowing I had to let it happen. I was breaking my promise to Renee in bringing her husband home. I was losing another partner and another friend would be devastated that I had not saved them.

Last time it was freaking family I had devastated and this time it would be a close friend.

I couldn't do that. How...Not again...

The pain on Jey's face when I told him Naomi had died when none of us would give in and break down to say who we were working for had been the moment my bond with my cousin just shattered beyond repair. It wasn't enough in their lives that he had lost his twin brother Jimmy years earlier. No now fate that somehow bonded his brother's grieving widow to him and showing him that joy and love was actually possible again after such loss saw fit to steal her too. Just when our family was finally healing.

I could not bring his fiancé, or my CIA partner Sasha home either and that left us all broken beyond repair as family ever since.

Their wedding had been planned for a week after we were supposed to get back from the Serbian mission. And when I stumbled off that plane alone, all I remember was my cousin's knees hitting the tarmac as his heart broke in a million pieces.

And now I was going to do the same thing to Renee! God, no.

"3!"

I cringed and literally felt as my stomach started spinning. I struggled to stay standing as my knees started buckling and I fell against the door.

Warmth pressed into me more and I turned around and looked up, tears slipping down my cheeks and saw Sara' s mournful brown eyes looking up at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"2!"

I let out a cry as I clung to her, my arms going around her small frame, my tears dripping into her already wet hair. "I can't..." I whimpered, knowing as much as I wanted to, I could not open that door. She held me as I broke down.

I had not been that raw with anyone but her and this now was the second time I had turned into a crying withering mess in front of her. I remembered what happened that night now. It came back to me in wild flashes as we kissed as the plane crashed.

I buried my head in her shoulder just wishing everything could be different.

"God Damn it Pretty!" I heard Brock yell at me.

"1!"

I had hardly opened my eyes when the gunshot made me feel like I jumped out of my skin. It just shattered the silence and I fell to my knees in the water, my arms clinging to her waist, my head against her smooth stomach. My nose had somehow nuzzled in at the hem of her torn tank top and could feel her warm skin against my cheek. I just knelt there, the water almost to my neck as I cried.

"No, no Dean," I sobbed silently my words barely a whisper as I felt Sara running her hands through my hair. I just stayed there, clinging to her belly as I mourned the loss of my best friend.

Then I heard shuffling behind the closed door. Randy was up and moved past us and listened at the door. I could hear arguing between some of the cons, but their voices started getting further away. He cocked his head at me as I slowly pulled myself up, gathering what little composure I had left. I sniffled back my hot, salty tears, running the back of my hand over my face.

"I need to bring him back," I murmured aloud. "He needs to go home so Renee can say goodbye and have closure."

"Roman I think they are leaving." Randy told me, using my name for the first time. Maybe he saw me as more of an ally than a con? I hated being seen as a con at all.

I moved toward the window, flipping my hair back behind me I leaned over the control panel. I saw a bunch of the guy's swimming away. There were pieces of the airplane wreckage just floating around in the water. I could see Brock dragging himself along on something. his arm probably still pretty weak and screwed up with a trail of blood down his body. They had given up and actually left. But where was Dean?

I nearly jumped as I saw a fin in the water! Holy fuck there was a shark coming right for them!

I was glued to the scene and Randy came over too and joined us as the huge shark was almost on top of Brock. Despite just moments ago crying for my buddy I could not help the smile creeping across my face, thinking that would be a perfect fucking ending to that psycho's miserable life!

But in the next second I saw him help another con that I didn't even recognize from this far away up onto the broken piece of debris. The guy looked wounded and was bleeding plenty from a big cut on his torso it looked like. He had bright yellow short hair and a weird shaped colored tattoo on his neck. He looked to thank Brock for helping him up when in the next second Lesnar literally grabbed him by his throat and pushed the guy back in the water as the shark lunged right at them!

My mouth was hanging open as I watched horrified as the man splashed and tried to scramble to the surface and fought to get away. Blood spurted from his body before the shark ripped him in two and dove back into the red water taking him with him!

By then while the shark was busy with that guy, Brock and a couple others were almost to the beach area not much further away. Brock had raised a gun and shot it multiple times into the water at the shark, but I could not tell if it had been hit.

I didn't realize it till it was almost too late when I saw him turn his head and his eyes locked on mine! He could see me in the window of the cockpit! Shit!

In seconds he leveled the gun and started firing at us! I dove down as bullets rained down into the cockpit! The windows were not breaking but the hull seemed to be weaker maybe from the crash already.

I grabbed for Sara, diving behind one of the seats and under the water, my body wrapped around her against the wall. We stayed there as long as I could hold my breath as I felt a bullet graze my leg causing me to cry out and swallow water rapidly before pushing to the surface pulling Sara along with me gasping for air.

More bullets rained down as I heard the other lady scream too before it was finally quiet, as I curled around Sara protecting her with my whole body. Randy too and the other young lady had thrown themselves down too and now looked back at me with wide and fearful eyes.

I barely had a chance to turn to Sara when I saw the water just racing from the bullet holes and into the small space. The water quickly rose till past our chests and together with Randy seeing him rip off the metal blocking the door, we threw our shoulders into it to force it open. We needed to get the hell out of there and fast.

Randy looked shocked. Shouldn't the door open? We were the ones holding it closed. He looked frantically at me. I just slammed my shoulder against the steel barrier with him again. Damn it!

I turned back seeing Sara leaning over the red-haired woman who also looked like had caught a bullet. Her arm was spilling blood and after another slam against the door I saw Sara rip off her torn blouse and tie it around and around the woman's arm and tie my tank top up over her chest more.

But more creaking and groaning and the plane hull was collapsing more, and water started gushing in at an alarming rate, the nose of the plane dipping down fast.

They were holding onto each other, and Sara was trying to help the other woman toward the door towards Randy and I but the rushing water kept pushing them back with each pull of the water out of the plane as the water flooded in faster. The water was almost over our heads now.

I heard Sara calling for me and I was helping Randy smash against the door. I yelled back at her hardly hearing my own voice in the rushing water. I wanted to go to her, but I needed to help us get the hell out of there. "Sara!"

And I saw the water go over her head...

"Sara!" I was fighting the heaviness of the water and struggling at breaking down the door again. I felt it creak and groan against our combined weight.

"Just once more," I heard Randy yell back.

But I couldn't see her the next time I flipped my hair back from my face and turned to where I saw my precious girl last.

I needed to see her.

"Sara!"

Oh God please be okay...

A/N

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