Disclaimer: I don't own Red Eye, Jackson, Lisa.
Authors note: Ok, first red eye fanfiction, yay! Please review and tell me what you think. It would help, a lot. Enjoy!
It had all changed. He didn't avenge himself, she didn't go back to her usual secluded routine. They thought about each other of-course, he would get angry; mad at himself for his faults. She would dismiss the violent flashbacks, the awareness of him being alive; the distant suspicion of him. Mostly Jackson and Lisa were at peace.
"... you won't be able to, Let's just go." Jackson called out as he rested himself against the silver Jeep Grand Cherokee.
"Shut up, didn't I just say two minutes!" Complained the silky voice coming for inside the car. Jackson chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, 15 minutes ago."
"OK, OK. Got it." Muttered the woman as she stumbled out of the car, earring held up in victory. "Told you I would find it." She said smugly, then effortlessly connected arms with Jackson's. He smoothed the light chestnut hair from her indigo-green eyes and grinned. "I promise I will never doubt your ability to find small objects in big cars again."
"I'll hold you to that, let's eat." She chimed and gave a feeble punch to his arm, then comfortably envolded herself into his warm embrace.
"Um, What are you having?" Lisa asked politely to the man opposite of her, his stare glaring down to the menu in-front of him. He narrowed his eyes then showed her the menu.
"What does this even mean? I can't read it." He bit his lip and stared at Lisa, white teeth visible as her smile grew bigger.
"That's cause it's in French." Lisa laughed as she took the menu out of his grip and examined it herself.
"I can't read French."
"Neither can I."
He innocently grinned, locking eyes with hers. "Who knows what we'll end up with. You choose for me."
"Moules Marinières." Lisa replied, gently smacking his head with the menu.
"Fish?"
"And here's me thinking you couldn't read French," mused Lisa, playing with her wine glass.
"Oh, I can't. Just a guess..."
"Reservation for Rippner?" Jackson slightly rasped as they entered the restaurant. The dim lights and vintage paintings covered the inside of the carmine walls, while mint aroma filled it. "Yep, right this way." replied the waiter, motioning them to a two seated table. They sat down and laughed at each other.
"A proper date..."
"Yep."
Jackson sighed then softly kicked her foot under the table, "Oh well Matilda, it could be fun."
She grimaced and leaned in closer to Jackson, locking his stare with his.
"Don't. You. Ever call me Matilda. Ever!"
Jackson cocked his head then forged a sympathetic look, "Oh I'm sorry, do you not like me calling you that?" Matilda leaned back in her seat, studying Jackson.
"Nah, it's cool Jack."
Jackson's jaw clenched as he burned his scolding blue eyes into her. Ally tightened her fists and gave a look of disgust. They continued to look at each other this way, till they finally relaxed and smiled.
"Oh sorry," said a quiet, sickly-sweet voice as they collided softly with Jackson and Ally's table.
"It's fin-" Jackson shrugged till he looked up at the accused. He swallowed abruptly, fixated on who appeared in-front of him.
"Leese?"