I don't know about everyone else who writes Red eye Fan fics, But I am quite possibly the hugest Cillian Murphy fan you will ever meet. I'm not that chick who taped a picture of his face to a dog kennel and pretended to feed him dog biscuits (you can find that on Google videos by typing in "Cillian Murphy". It's quite funny) but I do fantisize about him , and you will only see my fantasies about Red Eye published on-line. With that said, I don't own any of the characters in this story though I wished I owned him! (tee hee)

Darkness enveloped me. I couldn't see anything, though I could hear all sorts of things. Crying, laughter, talking. I didn't know where I was and I didn't really care. I was lost in my own thoughts.

"Jack. . ." It sounded like the voice of a thousand bells ringing softly in my ears. Come to think of it, it sounded quite familiar. . .

"Jack. . ."

There it is again. Such a lovely voice. I wonder who it is?

"Jack, open your eyes. . ."

Oh yes, now I remember.
WHAM! It hits me with the force of a ton of bricks. I'm there and she's there, too. We just made love on a deserted Tuscan beach. It's our honeymoon and we're nothing but a tangle of salty sweat and bodies. It's a year later. We're sitting on the porch of our new house with a white picket fence and I'm rubbing her very pregnant belly. Another year passes, we both have jobs and struggle to find a babysitter. It's four years later and my son looks up at me with the same startling blue eyes and tells me to kick the ball back. He's in high school now, on the Varsity Soccer team and me and his mother watch hand in hand as he scores the winning goal and his team hoists him onto their shoulders. Now, his mother and I watch from the front center seat as he marries a pretty girl he's in love with and we all love one another. . .

I finally open my eyes and realize what I could have had. She hovers over me, her brown curly hair falling past her face and startling hazel eyes looking into my own. What if things had been different?

She smiles. "I don't know Jack, but it's time for you to wake up now."

Huh?

Suddenly, an explosion of light and pain meet my eyes and body. I'm sitting in a hospital bed, gauze bandages over my throat, chest, and thigh. I try to sit up, but can't. I try to speak, but I can't. I push the nurse assistance button. Ahh, something I can do. A woman of maybe mid forties walks into the room a minute later, carrying a lidded Styrofoam cup containing ice water. I realize then how thirsty I am.

"Good evening Mister Rippner. I trust you slept well. You've been out for the past three days now,"

I try to speak, but my words come out in a low gurglish croak. Instead, I point to the water. She hands it to me and I gulp it down greedily. She sits down in the chair opposite from my bed. A few minutes pass in silence

"I thought I'd let you know what condition you're in. Nod if you'd like to know,"

I nod, my thirst properly quenched.

"Well, you know your injuries, I assume,"

I nod again.

"The doctors performed surgery to remove the bullets, but one of them hit your lung and there were hours spent repairing the tissue damage. Surgery was a success. Then they went down your throat and had to internally stitch up the damaged tissue of your windpipe. The stab on your thigh will heal with time. They didn't have to do surgery on that,"

She reaches toward my bedside table and picks up a yellow notepad and pen. I noticed a vase of flowers sitting there as well. Who the fuck could have sent those? The nurse notices my look of confusion towards the flowers.

"Your attempted murderer sent those, believe it or not." As if on cue she hands me the notepad seeing the look of shock written all over my face. I quickly scribble out WHY!

She chuckles. "She forgives you I guess. You know, I've seen relationships take a turn for the worst, but I've never seen it get this bad,"

What the fuck is this woman talking about?

Then it dawned on me. To save my skin, she told a lie. Hm, fancy that. Little conservative Lisa Reisert told a lie.

"Anywho, you'll probably be able to talk tomorrow, after you have some more sleep. Until then, My name's Barbara, and I'll be on shift till two. Just press that little button if you need anything else. Goodnight Mister Rippner, or, can I call you Jack?"

Ahhhhhhhh. That's finally finished! I like it a lot. I hope you people like it. If you do, review. I'll still continue with it even if I don't get any. I take flames, though I don't worship them. Until next time!