Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye. Though I wish I owned Cillian Murphy. :P

A/N: Just a little something. Might be part of a multi-oneshot deal, all from Jackson's POV.

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Jackson sighed impatiently, his fingers twitching on the armrest of his seat.

He chanced a glance back over at Lisa. She was still slumped against the airplane window and for a split second, Jackson wondered if he killed her.

It would be funny if he did, Jackson mused. Except for the fact that the job would remain unfinished. And that meant no pay.

He sighed again, the percussion of his fingers growing in tempo. He was restless; he always was when the job was on hold.

But he had to retrieve the book from the old woman. God forbid she read what Lisa had written.

Jackson stifled a snicker at the irony. God had no place in this business. And neither, for that matter, did women like Lisa Reisert.

He let his eyes drift over to her for another second. It was a shame really. She was a deceptively delicate creature. Her porcelain skin was flushed with the heat of her previous tears. Her curly auburn hair lay in disarray around her face and her eyes, if they had been open, would be a mossy green. So very young, so very beautiful.

At first, Jackson had been slightly disturbed over the fact that this job would require the use of this woman, consensual or not. She seemed constantly wide-eyed and lost, like a small child. Yet she was so very strong, so very sure at the same time. It was quite fascinating.

Without consciously realizing, Jackson had reached out to touch her face, almost tenderly. A older woman across the aisle remarked to her husband about the beauty of true love.

Jackson pretended not to hear, but in reality, a frown had furrowed between his eyes. Is that what he seemed? A hopelessly ensnared excuse for a man? He drew back his hand quickly and his nails grazed her face. She stirred then but continued to sleep, four angry marks against her cheek.

Jackson sniffed and bored holes into the back of the seat in front of him, refusing to allow his eyes to stray anywhere else. He would wait until she awoke and he would terrorize her once more until she gave him what he wanted. And that would be it. He'd leave and vanish into thin air. Lisa Reisert and Jackson Rippner would never meet again.

And, he thought resignedly, it really was a damn shame.

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