Post by Nina Moore on Jun 21, 2006 17:24:21 GMT -5
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to Red Eye, if I did I wouldn't be writting a fan fic.
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-If it hurts, kiss it better,
You wear skirts, I write nice letters,
Never said nothing with flowers,
Though we always talked for hours,
Lisa stared at the seat in front of her, a tear ran down her cheek as she began to comprehend the extent of what she had done began to sink in. She could hear the people around her as they applauded, the plane had landed and the people were waiting for permission to unbuckle. Lisa gripped the pen in her hand and prepared for what she was about to do. When she opened her mouth to speak, Jackson suddenly put out his hand as if he was asking for a toy from a child.
"Give it to me, Leese," he said without looking at her. Lisa looked at his hand as if it was about to bite her.
"Give you what?" she asked pushing herself against the window.
"Don't make a scene, Leese, give me the pen before you hurt yourself," his tone left no room for question.
"I don't know what you are talking about," she said fixing her gaze once again on the chair in front of her. Letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh, Jackson undid his seat belt and grabbed Lisa by her arm causing her body to turn to him, and she dropped the pen on reflex witch landed in her lap.
"I really wish you wouldn't lie to me, Lisa," he said snatching the pen from her lap and stuffing it into his pocket, "Frankly, you are not that good at it, and it only makes mad. And if you haven't figured out by now that that's not a good thing, then you're an idiot."
And it seems to get much colder,
When you cry on your own shoulder,
And we know the show must go on
Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on
Lisa and Jackson sat at one of the center tables in Starbucks, sipping coffee. Every now and then Jackson would shift in his seat and Lisa would feel his knees bumping into hers under the small table. When this would happen, she would look up only to be met with an apologetic smile and then he would turn his attention back to his coffee.
"So, Leese," he said finally breaking the silence that had fallen between the two as they waited for Jackson's 'call'. "You never told me what turned you into such a loner.
"You don't need to know," she said without looking at him. She didn't want to look at the man that would probably kill her when he got that call that he wanted so much.
Some Jefferson airplane,
I'm trapped and I am enclosed,
But I won't complain,
I'll open all the windows,
'Cause when it's colder,
I feel much better,
When I cry on my own shoulder,
Just throw on a sweater and go,
"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa," he looked at her with amusement written over his handsome features. Lisa glared at him for his redundancy,
“Must you say my name seven times?” she spat before she picked up her coffee and continued to sip the caffeine which she desperately needed.
“Insecurity is common in women, Leese,” Jackson leaned closer so that she could feel his hot breath on her face. “But I would suggest that you get over it, Lisa, it could interfere with future relationships,” he reached out and caressed her cheek; Lisa winced at his touch.
“Why do you care?” her voice gave away the fact that she was holding back tears.
I'll make the calls,
You cover your ears,
Niagara Falls still flows on New Year's,
I will save your plunging neck line,
I kiss your face, you try to deck mine,
“Call it… a personal vendetta,” he said quietly.
“Can I go now, please?” she pleaded looking into his cold pale blue eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” her voice emerged barely over a whisper. And Jackson found himself almost pitying her. Almost.
“Not yet, Leese,” he said returning himself to his seat, “We’re almost there, just a few moments and-,” he was cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Sending Lisa a warning glare, he answered it. “Ripner,” Lisa listened intently as he spoke on the phone, “Wait, what do you mean he didn’t show?” Suddenly his eyes snapped up to her, the fire in his eyes caused Lisa to tremble slightly, and look away, “Got it, yeah, see ya.” He hung up the phone and met Lisa with one simple question, “What. Did. You. Do?”
If I behave it's gonna cost him,
Skip the rave in downtown Boston,
And we know the show must go on,
Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on,
“What do you mean, ‘what did you do?’” Lisa exclaimed, “I made the call like you wanted!”
“I ‘mean’ our good buddy Keefe didn’t show up at the hotel!” he growled grabbing Lisa by her arm and dragging her through the airport. She whimpered in pain as dragged her into the one person bathroom and slammed her against the wall. She heard the lock fall into place before he pressed his body against hers pinning her to wall. “You did something I know you did, what did you do?” he growled as he dug his nails into her chin. His hot breath left a tingling sensation on her cheeks and she tried to shrink away from him.
“I didn’t do anything! You were there when I made the call; I didn’t say anything about you!” she said as she struggled against him trying to break free. This only caused him to dig his nails even harder into her chin producing in a small gasp from Lisa, which gained a small smirk from Jackson.
Some Jefferson airplane,
I'm trapped and I am enclosed,
But I won't complain,
I'll open all the windows,
'Cause when it's colder,
I feel much better,
When I cry on my own shoulder,
Just throw on a sweater and go,
“Well guess what, Leese?” he said, his lips grazing her cheek as he spoke, “Since our good friend the politician didn’t show, you and I get to spend the rest of the week together, doesn’t that sound fun?” he felt Lisa tremble against him.
“What?” her voice emerged a shaky whisper, and Jackson reveled in the fact that he could drive this fear into her.
“You, kitty, are coming with me,” he said smiling cheerily at her. She didn’t like the new pet name, but she knew it wasn’t a good idea to make him angrier at the moment. “You see, I do have something of a back-up plan, Leese, and it includes you coming with me.”
And I'll go to undergo,
A surgery to purge me
of this lonely mood,
And my ego, the status quo,
Provides me with a decent attitude.
“No, I am not going any where with you,” she said harshly.
“I don’t believe I gave you a choice, Lisa, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not,” he said grabbing her shoulder, pulling her away from the wall, he slammed her back once again into the, only this time her world went black.
And I'll go to undergo,
A change of heart,
A change of clothes,
And when I'm home,
I think I'll go eat cereal,
And stare out the window
Lisa opened her heavy eyelids to find herself sitting in the passenger side of a car. Without looking over at the driver, she knew that it was Jackson who was driving. “Where are we going?” she asked causing Jackson to jump slightly. He obviously thought she was still unconscious.
“I thought we learned our lesson on the flight about questions, Lisa,”
“I did it, I made the call like you wanted, now you have to let me go!” she pleaded resting her head against the window.
“I beg to differ!” he said cheerily as he pulled the car over and turning to her, “You see, the job wasn’t finished until we took out ALL the Keefes meaning…” he let his sentence hang in the air for a moment as he reached over and grabbed Lisa’s legs and turned her to face him with her back to the window. “You still belong to me,”
“I thought you never lied, Jack! This was never part of the deal; I was only supposed to make the call!” Jackson seemed to ponder this for a moment before he made his reply.
“Maybe,” he leaned forward, “But this wasn’t part of the deal either.” She was about to ask what he was talking about, when she felt his lips on hers. Forcefully and passionately, she tried to pull away, but Jackson wouldn’t have that and placed a hand on the back of her head keeping her in place.
'Cause you confuse me more than anyone,
An adjustment has begun
To let me feel the desperate need
To leave what we undid undone,
And maybe you could sympathize
With the bags under my eyes
And we'll see the signs are saying
That we have used up all our tries
Finally, Jackson released her and she was left gasping for air, reaching out her hand, she was about to slap him when he grabbed her wrist and returned it to her side. “Don’t look at me like that, Kitty,” she winced at the use of the new pet name Jackson had decided to use, “You know you liked that.”
“You sick son-of-a-,” before she could even finish she was rewarded with a slap to the face.
“Such a harsh mouth, kitty.”
He tries to be a better someone,
That understands the difference,
And that he can't show all the people,
All the things that really mean as much as he could (Feel)
“And stop calling me Kitty!” she spat as she tried to straighten herself in her seat, but Jackson put his hands on the window behind her head not letting her move. “My name is ‘Lisa’ not Kitty or any other little animal you might happen to think is cute!” with a smirk, he ran his index finger down her cheek.
“You really are cute, you know that, Leese?” he said quietly. Suddenly she realized how close he was, and she began to push at his chest trying to get him off of her. “What’s wrong, kitty?” he grinned, “Scared?” she shook her head vigorously but continued to shove on his chest.
Feels like I don't remember
Ever being this tired (Before)
Before now my eyes were closed
To all of the beauty in this world,
“Why can’t you just leave me alone!” she shouted as he returned to his seat and straightened his dress coat. She followed suit by straightening herself in her seat and glaring darts at Jackson.
“You just have a magnetic personality, Lisa.”
Jefferson airplane,
I am trapped and I am enclosed,
But I won't complain,
I'll open all the windows
(repeat)
'Cause when it's colder,
I feel much better,
When I cry on my own shoulder,
Just throw on a sweater and go.
And I'll go to undergo,
A surgery to purge me
Of this lonely mood.
And my ego, the status quo
Provides me with a decent attitude.
Jackson began to drive down the road once again, glancing at Lisa every few seconds to be sure that she wasn’t about to jump at him in and attempt to kill them both. Letting out moan, Lisa rested her head against the window and watched as the cars, trees, and other scenery passed by her in a rush. “When can I go home?”
“When I feel like letting you out of my sight.”
‘I’m trapped,’ Lisa thought as they sped down the highway, ‘I’ve gotta break this enclosure!’
And I'll go to undergo,
A change of heart, a change of clothes,
And I'll go, oh yes, I'll go!
And hope the new me shows,
So everybody knows that I've found myself
Able to fly away without
Magic feathers or Jefferson aero planes,
I've got with me all that I need
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-If it hurts, kiss it better,
You wear skirts, I write nice letters,
Never said nothing with flowers,
Though we always talked for hours,
Lisa stared at the seat in front of her, a tear ran down her cheek as she began to comprehend the extent of what she had done began to sink in. She could hear the people around her as they applauded, the plane had landed and the people were waiting for permission to unbuckle. Lisa gripped the pen in her hand and prepared for what she was about to do. When she opened her mouth to speak, Jackson suddenly put out his hand as if he was asking for a toy from a child.
"Give it to me, Leese," he said without looking at her. Lisa looked at his hand as if it was about to bite her.
"Give you what?" she asked pushing herself against the window.
"Don't make a scene, Leese, give me the pen before you hurt yourself," his tone left no room for question.
"I don't know what you are talking about," she said fixing her gaze once again on the chair in front of her. Letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh, Jackson undid his seat belt and grabbed Lisa by her arm causing her body to turn to him, and she dropped the pen on reflex witch landed in her lap.
"I really wish you wouldn't lie to me, Lisa," he said snatching the pen from her lap and stuffing it into his pocket, "Frankly, you are not that good at it, and it only makes mad. And if you haven't figured out by now that that's not a good thing, then you're an idiot."
And it seems to get much colder,
When you cry on your own shoulder,
And we know the show must go on
Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on
Lisa and Jackson sat at one of the center tables in Starbucks, sipping coffee. Every now and then Jackson would shift in his seat and Lisa would feel his knees bumping into hers under the small table. When this would happen, she would look up only to be met with an apologetic smile and then he would turn his attention back to his coffee.
"So, Leese," he said finally breaking the silence that had fallen between the two as they waited for Jackson's 'call'. "You never told me what turned you into such a loner.
"You don't need to know," she said without looking at him. She didn't want to look at the man that would probably kill her when he got that call that he wanted so much.
Some Jefferson airplane,
I'm trapped and I am enclosed,
But I won't complain,
I'll open all the windows,
'Cause when it's colder,
I feel much better,
When I cry on my own shoulder,
Just throw on a sweater and go,
"Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa," he looked at her with amusement written over his handsome features. Lisa glared at him for his redundancy,
“Must you say my name seven times?” she spat before she picked up her coffee and continued to sip the caffeine which she desperately needed.
“Insecurity is common in women, Leese,” Jackson leaned closer so that she could feel his hot breath on her face. “But I would suggest that you get over it, Lisa, it could interfere with future relationships,” he reached out and caressed her cheek; Lisa winced at his touch.
“Why do you care?” her voice gave away the fact that she was holding back tears.
I'll make the calls,
You cover your ears,
Niagara Falls still flows on New Year's,
I will save your plunging neck line,
I kiss your face, you try to deck mine,
“Call it… a personal vendetta,” he said quietly.
“Can I go now, please?” she pleaded looking into his cold pale blue eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” her voice emerged barely over a whisper. And Jackson found himself almost pitying her. Almost.
“Not yet, Leese,” he said returning himself to his seat, “We’re almost there, just a few moments and-,” he was cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Sending Lisa a warning glare, he answered it. “Ripner,” Lisa listened intently as he spoke on the phone, “Wait, what do you mean he didn’t show?” Suddenly his eyes snapped up to her, the fire in his eyes caused Lisa to tremble slightly, and look away, “Got it, yeah, see ya.” He hung up the phone and met Lisa with one simple question, “What. Did. You. Do?”
If I behave it's gonna cost him,
Skip the rave in downtown Boston,
And we know the show must go on,
Guess I know, I guess I'll throw on,
“What do you mean, ‘what did you do?’” Lisa exclaimed, “I made the call like you wanted!”
“I ‘mean’ our good buddy Keefe didn’t show up at the hotel!” he growled grabbing Lisa by her arm and dragging her through the airport. She whimpered in pain as dragged her into the one person bathroom and slammed her against the wall. She heard the lock fall into place before he pressed his body against hers pinning her to wall. “You did something I know you did, what did you do?” he growled as he dug his nails into her chin. His hot breath left a tingling sensation on her cheeks and she tried to shrink away from him.
“I didn’t do anything! You were there when I made the call; I didn’t say anything about you!” she said as she struggled against him trying to break free. This only caused him to dig his nails even harder into her chin producing in a small gasp from Lisa, which gained a small smirk from Jackson.
Some Jefferson airplane,
I'm trapped and I am enclosed,
But I won't complain,
I'll open all the windows,
'Cause when it's colder,
I feel much better,
When I cry on my own shoulder,
Just throw on a sweater and go,
“Well guess what, Leese?” he said, his lips grazing her cheek as he spoke, “Since our good friend the politician didn’t show, you and I get to spend the rest of the week together, doesn’t that sound fun?” he felt Lisa tremble against him.
“What?” her voice emerged a shaky whisper, and Jackson reveled in the fact that he could drive this fear into her.
“You, kitty, are coming with me,” he said smiling cheerily at her. She didn’t like the new pet name, but she knew it wasn’t a good idea to make him angrier at the moment. “You see, I do have something of a back-up plan, Leese, and it includes you coming with me.”
And I'll go to undergo,
A surgery to purge me
of this lonely mood,
And my ego, the status quo,
Provides me with a decent attitude.
“No, I am not going any where with you,” she said harshly.
“I don’t believe I gave you a choice, Lisa, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not,” he said grabbing her shoulder, pulling her away from the wall, he slammed her back once again into the, only this time her world went black.
And I'll go to undergo,
A change of heart,
A change of clothes,
And when I'm home,
I think I'll go eat cereal,
And stare out the window
Lisa opened her heavy eyelids to find herself sitting in the passenger side of a car. Without looking over at the driver, she knew that it was Jackson who was driving. “Where are we going?” she asked causing Jackson to jump slightly. He obviously thought she was still unconscious.
“I thought we learned our lesson on the flight about questions, Lisa,”
“I did it, I made the call like you wanted, now you have to let me go!” she pleaded resting her head against the window.
“I beg to differ!” he said cheerily as he pulled the car over and turning to her, “You see, the job wasn’t finished until we took out ALL the Keefes meaning…” he let his sentence hang in the air for a moment as he reached over and grabbed Lisa’s legs and turned her to face him with her back to the window. “You still belong to me,”
“I thought you never lied, Jack! This was never part of the deal; I was only supposed to make the call!” Jackson seemed to ponder this for a moment before he made his reply.
“Maybe,” he leaned forward, “But this wasn’t part of the deal either.” She was about to ask what he was talking about, when she felt his lips on hers. Forcefully and passionately, she tried to pull away, but Jackson wouldn’t have that and placed a hand on the back of her head keeping her in place.
'Cause you confuse me more than anyone,
An adjustment has begun
To let me feel the desperate need
To leave what we undid undone,
And maybe you could sympathize
With the bags under my eyes
And we'll see the signs are saying
That we have used up all our tries
Finally, Jackson released her and she was left gasping for air, reaching out her hand, she was about to slap him when he grabbed her wrist and returned it to her side. “Don’t look at me like that, Kitty,” she winced at the use of the new pet name Jackson had decided to use, “You know you liked that.”
“You sick son-of-a-,” before she could even finish she was rewarded with a slap to the face.
“Such a harsh mouth, kitty.”
He tries to be a better someone,
That understands the difference,
And that he can't show all the people,
All the things that really mean as much as he could (Feel)
“And stop calling me Kitty!” she spat as she tried to straighten herself in her seat, but Jackson put his hands on the window behind her head not letting her move. “My name is ‘Lisa’ not Kitty or any other little animal you might happen to think is cute!” with a smirk, he ran his index finger down her cheek.
“You really are cute, you know that, Leese?” he said quietly. Suddenly she realized how close he was, and she began to push at his chest trying to get him off of her. “What’s wrong, kitty?” he grinned, “Scared?” she shook her head vigorously but continued to shove on his chest.
Feels like I don't remember
Ever being this tired (Before)
Before now my eyes were closed
To all of the beauty in this world,
“Why can’t you just leave me alone!” she shouted as he returned to his seat and straightened his dress coat. She followed suit by straightening herself in her seat and glaring darts at Jackson.
“You just have a magnetic personality, Lisa.”
Jefferson airplane,
I am trapped and I am enclosed,
But I won't complain,
I'll open all the windows
(repeat)
'Cause when it's colder,
I feel much better,
When I cry on my own shoulder,
Just throw on a sweater and go.
And I'll go to undergo,
A surgery to purge me
Of this lonely mood.
And my ego, the status quo
Provides me with a decent attitude.
Jackson began to drive down the road once again, glancing at Lisa every few seconds to be sure that she wasn’t about to jump at him in and attempt to kill them both. Letting out moan, Lisa rested her head against the window and watched as the cars, trees, and other scenery passed by her in a rush. “When can I go home?”
“When I feel like letting you out of my sight.”
‘I’m trapped,’ Lisa thought as they sped down the highway, ‘I’ve gotta break this enclosure!’
And I'll go to undergo,
A change of heart, a change of clothes,
And I'll go, oh yes, I'll go!
And hope the new me shows,
So everybody knows that I've found myself
Able to fly away without
Magic feathers or Jefferson aero planes,
I've got with me all that I need
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