A/N One chapter for you and I know I need to do more of anything but write here but its cold and my bed it so warm and its so easy to just curl up and ignore housework...LOL. And I am eager to get you to the flash backs that are coming up. I spread them out in a couple sections but the first one is in this chapter. Eager for your thoughts. Thanks again for reading, favoriting, following and reviewing.

Friday Night Reigns time! Much love!

Sara's POV

It felt strange when I woke up. I didn't remember right away where I was. I could feel the rain still lightly dripping onto my already soaked hair, the drops making their way between the fabric of the jacket around me to my bare skin underneath. I felt a hard smooth chest under my cheek and could hear the soft deep breathing of the man holding me.

Roman...

I blinked away the water from my eyes and tilted my head up from where I was nestled in against his shoulder. His breaths were slow and deep against my face, and I could smell his manly scent as he breathed in and out so rhythmically. His eyes were closed, but not tightly, more relaxed as if he might be in a peaceful dream and not facing any horrors that could be made worse in his head.

At that moment I realized I hadn't had any nightmares while I slept in his arms at all. I didn't even know how long it had been since I had slept without the fear of watching my whole family die. The scenes were on a constant replay in my mind whenever I closed my eyes.

But finally, not tonight.

And it was all because of Roman.

I nuzzled my head down in the crook of his arm again, my hands resting around his naked waist. He was so warm, his skin so soft and his presence soothed any fears that tried to plague my mind. He felt like peace in the midst of frightening all-out war.

My every breath pressed my skin against his again, the fullness of my breast to his muscled chest. It felt so strange and yet so perfect. My white lace bra was the only barrier between us as he held me against him. I tried to slow my breathing and closed my eyes to sleep some more, but my mind felt very awake from everything we had already been through.

He had kissed me as we were crashing. That had been the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced in my young life. I had been so scared, my mind reliving every aspect, every detail of the horrible day I lost everyone I loved. I felt Roman clinging to me, his body wrapped tight around me, his legs between mine too, caging me in under him protectively on the floor as the plane spun and tumbled out of control.

As we kissed, and I felt his arms around me I could remember my brother's arms around his girlfriend. They both were caressing her belly and the little life that they had created that never got to be born. I could see my mother's fear, her looking back and forth between him and me and Dad, like she did not know how to be there for all of us at once. My dad had been so strong. I could see him fighting tears in his eyes as he tried to help our mother into her parachute that she never got to use.

How I was the only one that was pulled up to safety as the plane crashed, I had no idea.

Daniel too I remember was just looking at me like he knew it was the end for us. Little did he know that I had already promised myself that I was going to give him back his engagement ring at the end of our family vacation and break his heart. He had been so kind and loving to me and I thought I loved him back. I thought I knew he was the one.

But the closer we got to our wedding, the more trapped I felt. I didn't feel the joy and exuberance of him as 'that' man. It was more like I liked the 'idea' of falling in love, happiness and forever and the fun of planning my wedding that I had dreamed about since I was a little girl.

I wanted love so much.

I thought I had found it with him, but it felt wrong. It wasn't passionate; like I could never live without him. Sure, I grieved after the loss of him and everyone else but not in the way that I thought I would.

I wondered why I had been spared too. Was it to meet Roman?

He seemed so unlike who I thought I would end up with and yet everything with him was exactly what being with Daniel wasn't. Just lying and snuggling against Roman's warm body right now and my heart was pounding like a 13-year-old girl after their first kiss. I knew he was different, and I wanted to explore that, as wrong as it was to fall in love with an inmate.

But he was more than that. There was more to him than just a man in prison. So, so much more.

I sighed, burying my nose against his skin inhaling the scent that was just him. He smelled of the fresh rain that was still falling all around us, mixed with prison issue body wash that all the men used. But combined with his own scent he was intoxicating, and I could not get enough. My arms curled tighter around him, pulling him in more against me.

I remembered holding him so close, smelling the very same body wash, feeling his hair brushing against my face, his warm skin against me...

I was leaving for the day late again. I seemed to never just get out of there when my shift was over. I had nothing much to do with my evenings besides mourn my family, and cuddle Ian. I needed to just get out there again and date. Or maybe just get out of the apartment for a while to do anything.

When I was chatting with Kelly on our way into work that afternoon, she was gushing about a club she needed to show me and that was only after dress shopping. She said there were some amazing men there that I just had to meet.

So here I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror admiring the dress that Kelly and I had picked out over lunch. She had been begging me for a few weeks to come with her to the latest club she had loved, and I ran out of excuses to get out of coming. The last one being I had nothing to wear.

I smoothed the skirt down of the silky red dress I had picked out. It was blood red, sleeveless and draped elegantly across both my shoulders, showing off the bare skin of my back. It wrapped up with a tie to the side, cinching around my waist and fell slightly down mid-thigh. I admired how I looked as I just stared at my reflection in the mirror.

The girl in front of me looked sad, tired, and emotionally just not ready for this. She was still mourning her brother and mother and father and even though she had not wanted forever with Daniel, she missed him too in a weird way.

How if she felt so broken inside, did she expect a man to even notice her, let alone willing to see deeper in her than the surface? Who could mend the shattered and fragile heart that she barely had held together with tape and glue, that was peeling away at every little fearful moment she remembered of the past or even tried to think of any kind of happiness in her future?

Leaning in against the sink I wished I knew if this was the right decision, the right time, the right anything. The dress made me look much more made up than I was used to. Kelly had played around with her own makeup on me before she left to go home and change and she gave me smoky, hot, bedroom eyes, she called them and a splash of clear gloss and light blush.

I had to admit I did look hot and those were the words she used. I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror when I stared all sexy at my reflection. When I wiggled my eyebrows, I could hide all the sadness on my face and actually look normal.

I slipped out of the plain jane black shoes I always wore and slid my bare feet into some bright bronze-colored strappy shoes with a 2-inch heel. I even took the time to paint my toes shimmery red during break time. No one would likely even notice my painted toes, but I liked how girly and pretty they made me feel. I did it for me and that was what mattered. The heels we bought made my legs look so much leaner and longer too.

I found myself unable to stop a grin from spreading on my lips. Maybe this would even be fun?

I leaned down and dug into my purse pulling out my bronze dangling heart earrings and slipped on the arm bangles that Kelly had picked out for me that matched my heels.

I was ready. What for...I had no idea. But I knew I could not just stay wallowing in my pain and emptiness forever. I could try to enjoy myself. Try to pretend to be all put together when that was the furthest thing from the truth.

Turning on the tap I ran my fingers through the water and then played with my hair, dampening it enough to pull it back from my face and secure it with a few pins in a loose wrapped up-do with some pieces falling down to the sides of my face. I smiled at my reflection trying to believe I was in fact the woman staring back at me.

Part of me didn't want to meet another man. Oh no, part of me already wanted...Roman Reigns.

My fingers immediately darted out to grip the edge of the counter and I closed my eyes. Oh my God just thinking his name and I felt like my legs were like jelly.

I could still feel his finger stroking my mouth, telling me he wanted to taste my lips, still almost feel him caress my cheek now, his voice so low ...The sexy way he asked if my moaning was for him.

God, hearing him call me Baby girl. I just melted into a puddle of aching need in front of him. Need for him.

What the hell was the matter with me?

If the guard had not called him back and startled us, I had no idea what else might have happened. What I might have admitted to him. Would I have told him that I thought about him and waited for the next time I could see him? Had he seen that I wanted to kiss him too.

Damn it. I was such a mess.

But after this morning, discovering what he had done and then him trying to explain away what I had read all about; that he was a wanted terrorist, I knew this thing I felt with us needed to stop. I had to just treat him like another patient. I could not get mixed up with a known terrorist.

The next time he came in for any kind of injury I needed to just put up the walls and be clear that that kind of behavior was not okay. Not going to be tolerated by me. I was not the piece of ass that every other prisoner acted like they wanted in here and I was sure that was all he wanted too. Just to brag about me. He was the prettiest, hottest guy in there so why wouldn't he get some prison rep saying he flirted with the doctor? That was all it was right?

But remembering just watching him sleep early this morning and I was already feeling butterflies in my belly at the thought of his peaceful long eyelashes fluttering as he shifted his head, his inky black hair falling in his eyes…

Damn it Jordan! I needed to just let it go.

I needed to forget about Roman Reigns and go to the club and relax and try to meet someone new. Someone not in freaking prison...my brain spat at me.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up. Kelly was ready and would meet me at the club and I texted her back that I was leaving now and thanked her again for helping with my outfit. She sent me the smiling emoticon and I tucked my phone in my purse and turned to head out of the bathroom.

I was nearly bowled over in the hallway by two guards dragging an inmate between them and down the hall to the exam rooms. I heard the man moaning in pain as I rushed toward them, dropping my purse on the floor. My head fell to the man's dark long thick locks, and I knew it had to be him.

"Roman?" I breathed out, already worried, already scared what I would find when I saw his face. What had someone done to him now?

I knelt on the floor in the middle of the hallway, cupping his face, shaking him gently till his eyes stopped moving to focus on me.

"Sara?" he rasped weakly before they fell closed again.

God, just him saying my name and I was such a liar saying I was going to push him away...

To hell with new anything, this man had my heart in a freaking choke hold already.

Instead, I was pulling him closer, into my arms, wrapping him in my embrace wanting nothing to hurt him ever again. I had never held him like this against me. Never felt the warmth of him so heavy on me. There were no fences between us now, as his weight was on my chest as the guard had him by only his arms up as they looked down at me.

Before this the only time he had been this close was when his head had fallen on my chest for a mere few seconds as I pulled his hair up in a bun last night when he had been throwing up. And I had pulled away so quickly then thinking it was wrong.

Of course it was wrong, my brain hissed at me again even now, but my heart and arms were reaching for this wounded beautiful man and pulling him closer and wanting to protect him more.

I didn't give a damn if it was wrong now. Was that wrong?

Now here he was so weak, so heavy against me on the floor in the hall as the men held his arms up between them as I cradled his head against my chest.

I looked up at the guards that had just stayed where they were as I had stopped them. Lashley and Miz had him each by one arm as he hung limply between them. "What happened? The truth!" I snapped at them, my eyes fiery.

I was pissed. I knew the guards loved to lie about prisoner injuries and glaze them over just to avoid the paperwork and the small effort it took to file a report about injuries.

I caught the scent of burning flesh before I even heard their answer. Miz was the one who spoke first. "We found him like this just before the last count. He was crawling back through a door by the furnace room. His back is all kinds of messed up Dr. Jordan."

Roman's eyes were still closed, and his head was falling lower, almost laying in my lap as the guards leaned him down and I looked over his back. Oh God, his white tank top was practically melted against his skin! There were three deep long grooves that seemed to be burned into his back.

Pipes...oh God.

"Someone held him against burning hot pipes?!" I yelled out at the guards, and they nodded confirming his painful injuries.

"Well call the damn ambulance Miz! He needs surgery like immediately! Who did this to him?!" I demanded as I felt his head hanging down as I held him again against my chest not caring one bit what the guards saw of how much I was reacting to him in so much pain.

Miz dialed the emergency number and listened to the stupid automated message. "We don't know. We just found him like that. He was obviously where he wasn't supposed to be during Tier Time and who knows if he was trying to escape," Miz said with almost no emotion. The man was a damn robot when it came to compassion for the prisoners.

"He wasn't escaping." I snapped at him. "Someone is trying to kill him. He was poisoned at supper last night too and could have died if he had not gotten to me soon enough."

Roman moaned then as I felt his head move more against my chest. He was awake but barely conscious. I saw his half-lidded eyes staring at me as he hardly had the strength to say my name.

"Sara," he breathed out again and I heard him whimper slightly like he might actually realize he was with me. "I was calling for you when they just left me there in the dark," he whispered so quietly, and I heard a sob catch in his throat as these words were just for me to hear and I bent right by his lips. "It burned so bad... I needed you..." he choked out, his lips against my skin.

Oh God my heart was breaking for his pain. I tried to get him to focus enough to see me. "I'm here. You found me. It's okay Roman, we are going to get you better okay. Just trust me. Okay?" I rubbed my hand on his cheek and I saw him seem to focus and his eyes found mine and just barely tried to smile before he looked like he was fighting more pain.

"K get him up. Get him to Exam room 1" I ordered the guards and I motioned that they get him moving down the hall.

Lashley laid him on his stomach so the burn would not rub on anything, and he had his head down and to the side as he just peeked out at me with one eye. Miz was still on hold with the nearest hospital. I raced around and prepared to start a central line. I could already hear Roman whimpering and calling for me the second I wasn't in his view from the side of the stretcher his eye was open on.

"Roman, I'm right here. Just tell me. How bad is the pain? 1 to 10," I moved closer to his face, gently caressed his head, tilting it to the side enough to check his pupils and ran my hands over his body making sure there were no other injuries added to the wicked burn he had.

He looked like he had bruises around his neck like he was held down with someone's hand around his throat to keep his back burning on the scalding hot pipes! I could not imagine what the hell had happened and was scared to ask the whole story right now. Now I just needed to focus on getting him calmed down and somehow relieve the pain till the damn ambulance could get here.

Everything felt like it was taking forever.

Finally, the woman on the other end of the call answered and told Miz that there was a huge pileup at the edge of town and that they wouldn't be able to get here for possibly a half hour or longer. I swore under my breath, hearing the woman's voice far too loud through the phone sounding like she could care less too.

I moved to get my weak patient's attention again. He wasn't answering me. "Roman!" I grabbed his head, threading my fingers through his thick dark hair that felt sweaty against my palm and shook it gently watching his eyes weakly open.

I looked up then to see the guards still just standing there not sure what to do. I felt Roman reach out and grab for my hand and clutch it pulling me toward him and I held his hand tight at his side, tangling our fingers together and he brought my hand to his cheek as he started shivering.

The guards just stared at me as I rubbed back and forth on Roman's side as he lay curled up on the exam table facing away from them and toward me. "I'm fine. Get out of here! Just wait for the ambulance and send them right in when they get here!" I yelled at them louder than I had intended, and they both stumbled back out of the room.

Finally, we were alone, and I was so glad. I didn't need those creeps in here at all. All they did was lie and make everything worse, for so many prisoners and I was determined that tonight that was not going to happen.

Not to Roman.

I was so upset that someone had tried again to hurt him. This precious man had been through enough and so soon after his near death from being poisoned last night. Not to mention everything I was already feeling from this afternoon after I ran away from him at the fence.

I shook his head again barely getting a response from him. I checked his pulse which was racing, and his heart was pounding like a drum as he laid there on my table. "Roman, the pain… Please tell me how much it hurts."

He opened his eyes again and I leaned down closer to his lips. "You look...beautiful Sara," he whispered, his lips almost touching my cheek. "The red is so...hot and so... perfect on you."

I swallowed hard at that, as flattering as it was, I needed to stay focused. But I did not deny that those two sentences sent shivers down my spine.

I hated untangling my hand from his, but I need to give him some kind of pain relief and I need my hands to get an I.V. going. I kissed the top of his hand and laid it back down at his side and heard another whimper as he was shivering more. I grabbed some blankets on the shelf beside the exam table and covered him up right up to his neck but even that didn't seem to help.

"Roman the pain, please," I begged, stroking his silky hair back from his warm cheek. I was already trying to find a vein but each time I almost got one to stick the needle in, his whole body would jump away. I needed to give him something to help him relax too but he was not letting me.

He looked like he barely knew what was happening. I could have called a guard in to help hold his arm, but I just wanted those useless men to stay the hell away from us.

I tilted his head more to face me again, his dark hair falling in waves all down the back of the blanket as he shifted to lay further on his side, and I slapped his cheek lightly and got almost no response. He opened his eyes slightly and I heard him breath out like in pure relief when he saw me.

"I was crawling out of there and they had choked me and nearly forced me down..." he whimpered again, his face looking like he was near tears and even with third degree burns on his back that must be starting to cause intense pain. But I could not tell if the pain was physical or emotional, everything just looked so heightened.

Then in the next moment he looked up at me with such teasing in his eyes, "I wanted to kiss you at the fence...did you want to kiss me? But you ran away... and now everything just hurt so much..."

Roman was squirming under the blanket and still shivering too and I could hear him groaning softly.

His mood swings were making me so confused and I had no idea what all happened at all. But the pain in his face just made me want to gather this precious man up in my arms and never let anyone dare hurt him again.

However, in regard to pain now he didn't stay still long enough for me to get any kind of medication started so I opted for injectable pain relief instead of setting up an I.V. I looked again at the gruesome burns on his upper back. If I found out the monsters that did that to him...I was livid at what this man had already endured.

"It's going to be okay. I'm not leaving you, Roman. You found me and I am right here," I soothed him, running my hand down his cheek again to caress where I had just gently slapped him to startle him awake. I had no idea if he had a concussion so until I could examine further, I needed to keep him awake for sure.

He stopped moving and I saw his hand slip down to fall to the side of the table, his head just laying still finally. I was glad to at least have gotten him to stop shivering and run my fingers through his hair, smoothing it down his side as he relaxed, curled up as close as his body could be to me while still laying on the exam table.

"Mmm, pretty and sparkly just like your eyes..." I heard him mumble and I followed his gaze down to the floor. I froze as Roman's warm palm trailed lazily down my calf as his fingers pointed toward my toes. I watched him stroke his finger across my bronzy sandal and saw him pointing to the sparkling red nail polish.

A smile curled at my lips, and I felt a shiver race through me at his touch. Someone did notice my painted toes. I slowly slipped my feet out of the sandals and tucked his hand back up on the bed under the blanket.

After giving him a strong dose of morphine for the pain and something for his dizziness and more meds for his possible fever I prayed something would help and at least take the edge off till the paramedics got there.

I slowly and carefully got him back up to sitting on the exam table and tried to think of what else I could do to help ease his pain. He was still shivering but looked more alert and not as out of it. Maybe he was in shock from the burn?

"Roman, we need to cool off that burn." I let go of him for a moment and grabbed for a cloth and ran it under the cool water at the sink fast. I should have done that before already.

This gray-eyed angel just did not help me think straight no matter how much I tried to deny the attraction.

I moved back over to him before he tipped over. "I'm so sorry but this is going to hurt." I cringed in advance of the coldness I was going to put against his scorched skin.

He let out a cry as the wet cloth touched it, and his hands latched onto my arms as if trying to stop me from hurting him and his head fell down to my bare shoulder that the dress had slipped down from, exposing more of my smooth skin.

I quickly unwound the arm bangles I was wearing and tossed them to the floor and out of the way as his large hands slid up and down my bare arms as I held the coldness to the burn off and on, careful not to make it too cold too fast either. I wiped the cloth along his forehead and cheeks too and anywhere I could since he had been shivering and I had no idea if he was still hot or cold. Everything was just such a blur.

His head turned to the side as he laid on me, his lips barely an inch from my neck. His silky long hair was all the way draped down my near naked back, since my sexy club dress Kelly helped pick out was practically backless.

I just held him like that in silence having no idea what to do next. The cold cloth in my hand was already warm from the heat from the burn on his skin.

I nearly dropped it the next moment as I felt him give me light kisses against my throat. "Mmm baby," he purred his voice so low. "You taste so good," he mumbled into my neck as his hands held my arms to not pull him away from me.

Oh my God, his kisses felt incredible, his lips so soft, so delicate on my skin and I could feel the light stubble from his chin graze my throat as his head moved. I was melting into his touch, my head falling back, offering him more of my skin to taste. The hand not holding the cloth reached out and clutched at his waist scrambling for something to hold onto to not fall over. It felt that good.

But then he cried out and I knew the pain must be getting to him when I pulled myself up to check on him, his eyes had slipped closed again as he was still leaning on my shoulder as if nothing had happened. Did he even have any idea what he was just doing to me? Did I just imagine that?

I was startled fast out of my thoughts of the past and nearly jumped at the sound of Roman's voice rumbling right against my ear resting on his chest. ""You have no idea how much I want to know what you are thinking Beauty," he whispered, his voice low.

My head tilted up to be met with lazy, half open gray eyes. "Roman, you're awake?"

He smiled down at me and nodded, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head. "Mmm hmm, and you looked a million miles away there."

Wow I had felt so far away. I felt we were back in that night...

"Sara," he whispered, his lips in my hair as he spoke as I felt a smile grow on his kissable lips. "Now that we have established who is who is here, how about you tell me what is spinning in that pretty little head of yours." I shivered at just what the feel of his lips against my head could do to me.

His mouth turned down into a frown before I answered him. "What's wrong? Are you still cold?" The look on his face was so damn adorable.

I shook my head, smiling at him wondering what he would do if I had said yes to still being cold. Offer me his shirt that was hanging loosely open on him? "No baby, I'm perfect."

His frown melted away to reveal a dimpled smile as he pulled me closer, his arms tight around my back. "You were shivering. Are you sure?"

"Yes Roman, I'm sure. You... just umm." Oh, how could I say this? "Your lips against my skin was kind of making me shiver. In a good way," I added.

His lips curled up more. My head was still tilted so I was looking up in his eyes as I lay tucked into his body. "Oh," was his very in depth and insightful response. I almost giggled at him looking tongue tied by my answer.

"You feel so good," I mumbled and gave him light kisses along his jaw. His eyes fluttered closed, and I felt his arms slide down to cradle my hips from on top of the leather jacket he had draped over me.

I meant every word. He did feel SO good; safe, warm, soothing and just everything I needed right then and possibly forever.

"What I was thinking was about everything that night with you. You said you remember now too after the doctors said that with the trauma and the surgery...they doubted you would ever get your memory back, but you are saying you did?"

Roman smiled at me and nodded. "I did. Everything. I am so sorry you had to see me like that. Is that what you were thinking of?" I nodded and clung tighter to him.

He nuzzled in and cradled me in his arms. "Tell me more. What do you remember?"

I closed my eyes and thought back more. "I remember helping you to the shower to cool off your burn more. That the cloth was just not helping much at all, and you were so out of it and stumbling along and could hardly walk. I remember you talking about our date you wanted to take me on."

Roman's voice rumbled by my ear again. "Oooh that's right...and we need to honor that too." I felt his arms rocking me more. "What else? I'm sure you have wanted to talk to me about that night for weeks already so please Beauty. Share anything."

He bent to kiss me again and I closed my eyes, feeling the softness of his lips on my skin as he whispered. "You found me that night...well I found my way back to you too."