Disclaimer: If I owned Red Eye, it would've been a LOT longer and…I dunno, there'd be more of it? and I wouldn't have to write this!

The "Cynthia Workout Song" belongs to Cynthia (not this one), and the Rugrats. Whatever happened to the plastic chick anyway?

Cynthia!

Or

"If You Like Pina Coladas…"

By Claire Hall

"Cynthia! She's a really cool dancer—Cynthia! Um…" Cynthia sang happily as she registered last minute reservations on the computer.

"Dum dum dum la la laaa…." Admittedly, she didn't know much of the rest of the song, and garbled nonsense for the next two verses. She picked up her Louis Vuitton bag and got ready to leave—her shift was over and she needed to meet Lisa at the Crossed Stars clubbefore having dinner.

She walked over to her car and proceeded in driving over there, mulling over what'd happened to Lisa on her flight back from her mother's. Lisa had admittedly been both very friendly and sweet to be around Cynthia—but she couldn't help feel she was being a bit protective as well.

When Cynthia had invited her out before her grandmother's funeral, she always used to see her eyes widen before giving her a resounding no. She did come over a few times to watch movies, but mostly she had stayed a loner.

After the…incident, Lisa had also kept advising her to keep sharp objects nearby, along with a nice bat that Lisa had bought especially for her. She kept them at home, mostly because you couldn't easily bring them around in a little Louis Vuitton bag. Though she was wearing heels….

Cynthia arrived at the club and found a nervous Lisa Reisert frantically searching for her at the entrance. "Cynthia, what took you so long?" Lisa grabbed her arms, squeezing them hard.

"Lisa, I was doing some last minute reservations—"

"Oh, okay." She sighed. "Do you want to go inside? We have VIP passes."

Cynthia nodded, and they went to the bar next to the dance floor. "Honey, are you sure about that plane flight not affecting—"

"Cynthia, it's been some time since then—"

"Lisa, it's just you're so overly protective and all!"

"That's just because you're a bit of a klutz."

"Oh, thanks."

Lisa stared into her Cosmopolitan tentatively. "But seriously, I've faced worse. And it made me…stronger."

"Than yesterday?" Cynthia giggled as Lisa punched her affectionately, but then put down her Mojito and wrapped her arms around Lisa.

"What about that guy, Lisa? Will you be able to…get over him?" She felt Lisa arch her back like a cat, and she saw the odd remorse on her girlfriend's face.

"I wonder if he had any feelings…" Lisa trailed off, looking lost and confused.

"Lisa?" She had told Cynthia about a few secrets about the guy—he had started to soften, and, oddly, at least before, she had felt an attraction to him and she had felt that he had almost felt the same all the way through.

"Oh, Cynthia, don't worry. Now, c'mon, let's dance, I like this song!" Lisa grabbed Cynthia's arms and pulled her to the dance floor.

After some time, Cynthia went back to the bar to order another drink, leaving Lisa out there still dancing and socializing. That was more Lisa's scene anyway.

So that's why she jumped and emitted a tiny peep of sudden surprise when a handsome man smiled at her and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Um, no, that's okay, I have one already," she said, as her Pina Colada came. The man had sharp blue eyes and dark hair. He stared at her, and then looked away, embarrassed. Cynthia blushed.

"Oh…there goes my pick-up line! A Pina Colada girl, eh?" They both laughed and Cynthia felt herself go oddly tingly. "So, what's your name?"

"Cynthia." She smiled as he ordered a Margarita for himself.

"Not…Cynthia? At the Lux?" The man raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

"Why, have I met you before?" She cocked her head, trying to identify him. His features were sharp and definite, and he looked both beautiful and rakish at the same time.

"No, it's just…I think I knew one of your friends or something." He smiled thinly this time. "She was wonderful, I remember…"

Oh.

"Who was it?" Cynthia ran through her list of friends who might mention her to this tall, dark, and handsome stranger.

"I—she—she might not want you to know about me. She was so nice and sweet and—" He sighed, talking a long drink from his alcoholic beverage. Cynthia's eyes widened, wondering if he was going to take revenge or something on her.

"It didn't work out?"

"No. She didn't know that I luhhh…loved her." Cynthia turned and stared at him, surprised. "I couldn't tell her I did—I—she would never—" The man put his head down on the counter, muttering, "Shit, shit, shit…"

He turned to the dance floor, suddenly talking in a rush. "She didn't know, but I saved her….I mean. I mean. In the end, I wanted to hurt her, but—it was my job then! And. And…"

He whispered to himself, so softly that Cynthia couldn't hear: "I need her again…."

Cynthia swallowed nervously. "What?"

"Cynthia!" He said teasingly in her ear. She fidgeted. "She called you, remember? That's how I know your name." He paused. "I have a different job now," he said in a softer tone. "Maybe not the best side, but now I don't have to answer to those idiots with their stupid rocket bazookas." He smiled at her, as if this were all a romedy and it was all very light-hearted and any moment Will Smith and Eva Mendes would pop up.

"I do have feelings for her."

"For who?" Cynthia said this though she knew what was coming anyway.

"Lisa." he said reverently. He put down his Margarita, now all gone, and got up to leave. Cynthia's breath caught.

"By the way, it's Jackson. Goodbye. Oh, and thank you." Jackson grinned eerily and left. Cynthia frowned, confused. Thank me for what?

Lisa walked in on that moment. Cynthia stared at her. "Lisa—" She stopped. Should she tell her? It was all so confusing. She had realized later who he'd been—and—he loved her?

"Cynthia, what's wrong?" Lisa looked innocent to the conversation Cynthia had just had and she raised her eyebrows. "Did a guy finally talk to you? Pick-up line and all?" She laughed.

"Um…yeah. Hey, Lisa, let's go to my house and have pizza, okay? And do you want to stay over? Why don't you stay over?"

"Okay, sure. It is getting kind of late anyway."

As they were about to leave, the bartender called Cynthia over, handing her a check.

"I didn't order a Margarita!"

"That guy said you were old friends—you were talking for a long time and all, so I assumed…."

Cynthia's eyes widened, remembering Jackson's last minute thanks.

"That bastard!"

Author's Note: So did you guys like it? It was a bit darker than I thought, but for the most part I hope I conveyed the feelings I wanted from both Cynthia and Jackson.

I heart Cynthia, haha…that last remark from Lisa standing up for her made me giggle a lot. ;D

Review please! This might become more than a one shot if I feel like going one but…eh. No flames please.