Hey guys – saw the movie recently and LOVED it…although was a little disappointed at the lack of L/J pairings. This is set after the movie – Jackson needs Lisa again, Lisa wants to move on. Please R&R
Disclaimer: I own none of this apart from the plot – and I share Larry the trilby with Mel – don't ask
Jackson Rippner crept closer. She couldn't see his eyes – they were hidden by a wide-brimmed black trilby hat – but she could feel them on her.
"Get in that corner" he told her "if you try to run, or make a sound, you know what'll happen".
Yes, Lisa Reisert knew. This was the man who had kidnapped her and held her hostage, who had plotted to kill her father, if things hadn't gone according to plan. This was the man she beat the crap out of. This was the man who made her fight back. Two months had gone by since that eventful evening. His wounds had healed, but clearly his passion for vengeance was still bubbling just below the surface. Lisa could understand how he felt – after all, she wanted something just as much as Jackson – release.
She backed into the corner, walking backwards until she felt the hard wall behind her. Once she did, she slid down it, eventually ending up in a heap on the floor. She was, after all, exhausted – she wasn't sleeping well of late, not that she'd had the perfect eight hours before the red eye – and she'd just worked a double shift at the Lux Atlantic Hotel, where she was manager.
"Get UP Lisa" Jackson snapped, his voice getting dangerously low. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her, and she sank back down. He wasn't prepared for this – he was used to Lisa being a fighter, but then again maybe this was one of her strategies.
He walked over to where she was sitting, back straight against the wall, hugging her knees to her chest. "What's wrong Lise, don't you feel well?" he asked, his voice oozing with sympathy. He took his hat off and fixed those piercing, icy blue eyes on her. "Or are you just playing for time?" he asked, his voice hardening.
His question was answered when her face suddenly drained of all its colour. Then she slumped over, unconscious.
When Lisa came round, she was still in that tiny corner of her apartment. Jackson was nowhere to be seen. She had to phone Michael, and let him know that Jackson was back. She couldn't imagine Jackson leaving without taking what he wanted, so she had to act fast.
She stood up, ignoring the disorientating head rush, and walked over to where the phone was. As she picked it up, a hand grabbed her wrist, twisting it up behind her back. Another hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her.
Ok – please R & R - thanx