AN: Hello all! Okay, so this is my first story for Red Eye, it's one of my favorite movies (especially because of Cillian Murphy…) and I thought I was the only one who saw the serious chemistry between Lisa and Jackson. After catching it on TNT this past weekend I thought I'd check out the world of fanfic for this couple… to my pleasant surprise it has such a fanbase! So… here is my contribution, I hope you all like it, please don't forget to hit up that review button at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I don't own Red Eye or anything belonging to Wes Craven's awesome movie. Sorry!

Lisa Reisert was shooting to kill, the gun pointed directly at Jackson Rippner's heart. But the sharp clang of her father moving around in the back end of the house startled her and her hand tweaked slightly off center, when she shot it barely skimmed his shoulder. He hissed at the flesh wound and then saw his window of opportunity, however small. Lunging forward and knocking the gun from her hands he tackled her down the remaining steps and pulled her hair up as she scrambled to get free.

Yanking her to her feet he pressed the blade of the twelve inch KA-BAR to her throat. He felt her body stiffen pressed against his and suddenly her words from earlier on the plane flashed back to him. "It happened in a parking lot… he held a knife to my throat the whole time,"

He felt sick. This simple motion of pressing a knife to someone's throat, an action he had done dozens of times before, had taken on new meaning. She equated him with someone who had stolen her sense of self and safety – a monster of a man. The knife's sharp edge that was lightly pressed against the supple flesh of Lisa's neck was drawing small beads of blood and she was desperately craning her neck back to avoid its sting. She found herself in a precarious situation, with her head leaning back on Jackson's shoulder, exhaling hot breath onto his ear and ruffling his disheveled hair. His hand was secured across her stomach, palm splayed out on her taught muscles and their legs pressed against one another's.

She felt the knife drop slightly, almost brushing the location of her scar; she ever so gently moved her head into an upright position, her breath still coming in shallow gasps. He leaned his head onto her shoulder in turn and pressed a small kiss to her neck, he felt her relax slightly as he dropped his hand and lifted his lips, "I'm sorry Leese." He whispered.

His hands left her stunned body slowly, dragging so his fingertips were the last thing to leave her hips. Her mouth was about to whisper, "Jackson," when her father reemerged from the kitchen.

"Jackson?" her father stated bluntly and took a few steps forward, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Lisa's body turned and she looked from her father's disbelieving eyes to Jackson's guilty ones.

"Joe, I never meant for it to go this far," Jackson said, letting the knife clatter to the floor.

Joe nodded glumly, "When you called me three months ago, you said your next job would be your hardest, I didn't know you meant you were going to kill my daughter."

"My assignment wasn't to kill Lisa, if it was I would have turned it down." Jackson admitted.

"Then what the hell do you think you're doing pressing a knife to her throat?" Joe challenged and Lisa was beyond confused.

"Things got… heated, the company assured me she wouldn't fight back and I thought I could have just left you all in peace, Joe if I'd known…" Jackson was trying to atone for his sins like a teenager caught with a girl in the back of his father's car.

"Jackson," Joe shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

Joe's eyes finally rested on his daughter, who was looking back and forth between the two of them with wide eyes and a slack jaw. When Joe shifted his gaze back to Jackson he realized that Jackson was watching Lisa intently, studying her every move.

"Lisa," Joe began.

Lisa stumbled slightly and leaned her palm against the wall behind her, her breath was jagged.

"Joe, she's going down," Jackson took the moment to place a hand on Lisa's back and the other on her free forearm, "Leese, sit down."

She let him help her to a sitting position and then she shrugged off his touch, "Please, don't touch me,"

"Leese," Jackson was about to argue but thought better of it.

"Now, explain." Lisa said.

The sound of sirens in the distance put them all to attention and Jackson's mouth suddenly felt dry, "Joe, I know I don't deserve it but you've got to help me out here,"

Joe sighed, defeated again, "I'm only doing this because you were like a son to me, but hurting Lisa… you don't get a free pass for that. I'm sparing you the police so I can kick your ass myself."

Jackson nodded complacently and followed Joe out to a book shelf; it slid open with Joe's press of a button under his desk. A panic room was revealed behind the small library and Lisa felt sick again.

"Just stay here," Joe murmured, "I'll take care of the police, Lisa, you too."

"What?" she said, "not a chance, I won't go anywhere with him."

"It's for your protection, the company will know the mission was a failure by now and be sending someone to clean up the situation, that means you, Leese." Joe kissed his daughter's hair but she flinched away, "Jackson can explain everything to you, please trust me."

"Why should I? You associate with killers." Lisa stuck up her chin defiantly.

"He's not a killer, and you don't know a thing about what we did for a living. But it shouldn't matter, it put you through school and paid for everything you wanted," Joe shook her lightly, "it's time to understand that not everything in the world is rosy." As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.

"Dad, I found that out two years ago." Lisa's eyes brimmed with tears and she turned and entered the cold steel box that was her father's panic room, she turned back and leveled her voice before saying, "I barely made it through that day, and when I did I had to do it alone. Because you were away on business, at least now I know what kind of business it was."

Jackson followed her into the panic room silently and pressed the small button for the door to close, leaving Joe Reisert completely at a loss for words.