Hey you, yeah you. Thanks for looking into my fic! First let me explain why you don't see anyone from LOST in here yet. This is a RedEye/Lost crossover. Yup, you heard me. Never-before-attempted, to my knowledge. If you know of something like it, let me know. Anyway. The first chapter is strictly Red Eye, but it is still exciting, don't worry! At least, I think it is. Don't be afraid, it jumps right into LOST in chapter two. All you have to do to see it is read and review. Yeah, that's all! Easy, right? I think so too. Anyway, let's get on with it, shall we?

Lisa turned over in her bed, hoping sleep would take over, but at the same time knowing it wouldn't. Groaning, she sat up, looking at the clock. 2:55 am. Great. She got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen in the dark. There was no point in turning on the lights, seeing as how she had walked this way countless times before. She opened up her refrigerator and looked to see if there was anything worth having at this point. Seeing nothing else, her hand went to the eggs on the door. She jerked it back as a memory hit her as hard and fast as a freight train.

"As far as I can tell, your life revolves around your job, the occasional cocktail at the corner café, classic late night movies, and scrambled eggs at three am."

She had last seen Jackson on the floor of her father's house with numerous holes in his worn out body. She had left her father to go check on the Keefes and the rest of Lux Atlantic, and when she arrived back at the house, her father was looking at her with sympathy and fear written clearly on his face. He informed her that Jackson had never arrived at the hospital, and the ambulance was missing, along with the EMTs and the guards who were with it. That had been a month ago to the day, and Lisa had finally started to get on with her life knowing that wherever Jackson was, she had still beaten him. Lisa settled for a glass of milk and climbed back into bed. As she got comfortable, a hand clamped over her mouth.

Eyes widening in terror, Lisa reached for the knife she had been keeping under her pillow since the flight. Finding it missing, she kicked out, her bare foot connecting with a leg. Ignoring the pain, she tried biting the hand over her mouth. It worked, and her attacker relented. Lisa scrambled out of bed, groping in the dark for her field hockey stick. She could hear the ragged breathing behind her, and she knew without a doubt that it was Jackson. Her worst fears were confirmed when the man spoke.

"Aw, Leese, did you really think that after last month I would let you use that ridiculous piece of sports equipment on me again? Then again, I can see how why you would like it. It's very easy to handle."

Lisa heard what could only be described as a "whoosh," and realized that Jackson was whipping the stick through the air. Her back hit the wall and she started to inch sideways, succeeding only in trapping herself in the corner of her room. She could only see Jackson's outline, as it was pitch black, but his ocean blue eyes seemed to pierce the darkness, absorbing every sliver of light shining through the windows. Suddenly, she gasped in pain and sank to the floor as the hockey stick collided with her stomach. Jackson set his foot on her back as she was trying to get up, forcing her back onto the floor. He straddled her, grabbed her hair, and tilted her head back so she was looking to the ceiling. Placing a knife to her exposed throat, he whispered viciously into her ear.

"Thanks for the extra knife, by the way. You'll never know when it will come in handy. Now, you screwed up my last assignment, and I'll be damned if you go unpunished. So you're going to get up, walk to the driveway, and get into my car without a word."

Jackson stood up and held out his hand to help Lisa off of the floor. She ignored the gesture and stood up shakily. After a second of hesitation, she grabbed a lamp that sat on her dresser and threw it at Jackson's head. He ducked and the lamp shattered harmlessly against the wall, but the distraction was all Lisa needed to get a head start towards the door. She was almost there when Jackson dove towards her, slicing her leg with his knife. She tripped and fell, hitting her head against the door. Jackson brutally dragged her back towards him and shoved a cloth over her mouth and nose. Lisa could tell it was doused in Chloroform even as she held her breath. She struggled underneath his weight as hard as she could, but soon she could no longer stand the burning in her lungs, begging for oxygen. She breathed through the cloth and darkness consumed her.

Lisa woke to find each hand bound to a separate armrest, and her ankles tied together. She was also blindfolded, but not gagged. She figured she should be thankful for that, but she realized that it meant there was no one to hear her yell for help. She tried to pull her hands out from the ropes, but only succeeded in tearing the skin on her wrists. Lisa realized her clothes had been changed, and she was worried about who did that. She always thought that Jackson was the kind of man to keep everything for himself, so she assumed he was the one who had changed her clothes. The thought was hardly comforting. Her head was throbbing from hitting it on the door, and her stomach wasn't much better after the field hockey assault.

A hand rested on her shoulder; she automatically flinched and shrugged it off.

"Good, you're awake. It's about time." She recognized the voice as Jackson's.

"You wanna take this blindfold off?"

"Why don't you check your tone, Lisa?"

"Take the blindfold off, please,"Lisa said sarcastically.

She was quickly rewarded with a backhanded slap to the face. For the moment, Lisa was glad there was a piece of cloth covering her eyes, so Jackson wouldn't have the pleasure of seeing the tears fall from the sting on her cheek.

"Do not forget who you're dealing with, Leese. I'm not going to hold back if you provoke me. You are here because you're going to help me with my next assignment. You messed up the last one, but this one is fool-proof, made just for you. In case you haven't noticed the turbulence already, you're on a plane. A private jet. That means it's just you, me and the pilot, who is trained not to leave the cockpit under any circumstances. He won't come running to your rescue if you scream, and he will not land until I say so, which won't be until after you do what I tell you. So don't get cute with me, because there's no escape this time. Do I make myself clear?"

Lisa couldn't think of any way to get out of this situation, so she decided to go along with it until she could figure something out. She slumped a little in the seat, trying to look defeated, which wasn't hard considering the circumstances.

"Yes. Could you please take off my blindfold Jackson?"

"Sure thing, Leese," Jackson replied, and moved behind her to untie it.

Lisa blinked a few times to adjust to the bright light, and sure enough, they were in a spacious jet, equipped with comfortable chairs, a couch and a bar. Lisa, however, was tied to a normal airplane seat, though it was slightly more comfortable than usual. She looked down at her arms and cringed, seeing the blood from her struggles staining the ropes. Jack flipped out a knife and Lisa withdrew as he brought it down to cut the ropes binding her.

"If I was knocked out and in mid air, what was the point of tying me up?" Lisa asked, seeming genuinely curious as she gingerly touched her wrists. She asked the question timidly, not wanting to make Jackson angry.

Jackson did not feel like making small talk, he just wanted the job over with so he could move on, and possibly take Lisa with him. Although making Lisa help with this assignment was the company's idea, Jackson didn't find it to be even close to compensating for the last time he and Lisa clashed.

"If you woke up free before we were off the ground, you probably would have tried to escape, and I would have killed you. Then you wouldn't be able to do what I brought you here for."

"Oh. And what exactly am I here for?"

"You are going to call Mr. Keefe and tell him I will kill you if he doesn't meet my associate at this address tomorrow night at 7." Jackson handed Lisa a slip of paper with an address and apartment number on it.

"And Leese," Jackson started. Lisa looked up from the paper and met his eyes.

"I will kill you."

Lisa drew in a deep breath, as if bracing herself for her own answer.

"I won't do it, Jackson," Lisa said quietly.

"Oh, I think you will." Jackson lifted Lisa up by her wrists and threw her to the floor. When she caught her breath, he kicked her repeatedly in the stomach. She grabbed her abdomen and rolled onto her back, her eyes squeezed shut in pain.

Coughing, she gasped, "You're going to kill me if he refuses, and I'm not about to make him feel guilty because of my death. If you kill me now, you won't have any way of convincing Keefe to go to the apartment. You lose, Jack."

"I knew you were going to be stubborn, Leese. So I prepared to make you see things my way. Come on." Jackson yanked her up, shoving her in front of him towards the back of the plane. He threw her down into a hard wooden chair she hadn't noticed before, and handcuffed each arm to it. Moving over to the bar, he opened up the cooler and pulled out a K-Bar. Lisa guessed it was about nine inches. As it turned out, she was right.

"Lisa, this is the knife that was supposed to kill your father. This is the knife that I chased you around the house with. I trust you noticed its familiarity. I saved it just for you. Now, just tell me when you're ready to make the call, alright?"

Jackson moved forward with the knife and cut a "J" in her forearm, small enough that someone who didn't know it was there wouldn't see it. Lisa pushed herself backwards as far as she could in the chair, but kept her jaw clenched. She made a promise to herself after the Red Eye flight, telling herself not to comply with men like Jackson no matter what the cost. Of course, she assumed he would just kill her, she didn't think he would cause her so much pain that she wished she was dead. Lisa tensed up as the blade continued to pierce her skin, and didn't make a sound. Jackson continued cutting her on the arms and when he finished with those, he undid a button on her shirt. Lisa finally broke, the tears that had been silently streaming down her face turned into loud sobs. When she calmed down, she said the one thing that she believed could get her out of the situation.

"Alright, Jackson, I-I'll make the call."

"I thought you might see things my way after some persuading. Alright Leese, let's get this over with."

Jackson walked to the front of the cabin and picked up the address and a phone as Lisa looked down and tried not to be sick at the sight of the blood making its way down her arms. He walked back, unlocked the handcuff restraining her right hand, and gave her the phone and the address. Lisa gasped in pain as the jet hit some turbulence and the handcuff on her right hand dug into her already cut skin. She grabbed both armrests with her hands and closed her eyes until the banging stopped, about thirty seconds later. Lisa dialed Keefe's number and waited for his phone to ring. When she was met with static, she started shaking, terrified of what Jackson would do to her if the call was not made. She considered faking the call, but after the Red Eye, she knew Jackson wouldn't fall for that trick again.

"What's the delay, Leese?"

"I-my-th- the phone, it isn't working." Lisa shrunk down in her seat and closed her eyes, waiting for the blow that never came. When she opened them again, she saw the door to the cockpit was open, and Jackson was standing there with his back to her, speaking to the pilot. She tried to hear what they were talking about, but she couldn't make out the words. She saw Jackson clench his fists and she winced. Lisa did not in any way want to be the outlet for Jackson's anger. He turned around and stalked back towards her, his eyes bright with rage. Lisa tired to keep her body under control, but she was shaking wildly. Before she could start thinking of all the horrible things Jackson would do to her when he was angry, he took a deep breath and composed himself, though his eyes were still burning angrily.

"It seems that we have hit some stormy weather, Leese. The pilot is going to take us off course to land somewhere. The instant we get out of this, you will make the phone call again." As Jackson spoke, Lisa noticed something behind him. He had left the door to the cockpit open, and Lisa could see what seemed to be a wall of sparkling blue rushing up to meet the windshield of the cockpit.

"Leese, what the hell are you looking at? Listen to me!" Jackson slapped her on the face, and then turned to see what had made his prisoner's eyes go wide with fear. Jackson's own eyes opened wide as he realized what she was looking at. Cursing quietly, he rushed to a seat and buckled himself in.

Lisa gasped as she realized that the wall of color was ocean water, but she didn't have time to think of anything as the jet made contact, and she was thrown into the air, still cuffed to the chair. She hit the back wall of the cabin and was thrown to the floor. The chair broke against Lisa's back, and she lay on the floor, in too much pain to move. Her already wounded arms were cut open even more, and the force of the chair breaking against her was too much to bear. Lisa tried to gather her strength enough to stand, but she couldn't. As she was about to look over as Jackson, a second blast pulsed through the cabin, throwing Lisa into the ceiling. She crashed down onto the back of a seat, knocking the air out of her lungs. Lisa struggled to stay conscious, but soon the pain overcame her, and she passed out.

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