Dirty Little Secret

Chapter One

Disclaimer: The movie RED EYE is not mine; nor are the characters: Jackson, Lisa, Joe, or Cynthia. All others belong to me. Don't steal my shit.


Lisa Reisert lay on her sofa, a lollypop in her mouth and a book of names balancing on her protruding tummy. She read them aloud to herself:

"Ian…Iain…Ieuan…Imran…Isaac…Ishmael…Ivan…Jack…Jackson…" she stopped and took a deep breath. Jackson. That name made her pulse quicken and her heart stop all at once. That smooth voice echoed in her mind and those piercing cerulean blues haunted her dreams. She crossed out the name so forcefully that it ripped a hole in the page.

"Definitely not. Jacob …Jacques… Jaden…Jai…Jake…James…" Lisa continued to read for a few more minutes, circling some of the names she liked. She'd always liked "J" names. However, as of recently…

I can't believe I am actually going through with this. She sighed to herself, patting her abdomen. She put down the boy book and picked up the one containing girl names. Her fingers moved to her temples as her mind wandered back to the day she'd gotten into this situation.

(FLASHBACK)

"I need to go to the restroom," Lisa said pointedly. Jackson coldly offered the empty water bottle.

"Best I can do," he replied, devoid of emotion.

"Ok, you know what-you got me. I'm gonna make that call when I can make the call. But, right now, you gotta let me go. I need to go." Jackson sighed and undid his lap belt.

"Ok, I trust ya." He stood up to let her out.

"And I need my purse."

"Ha. Not that much." Lisa rolled her eyes and walked to the airplane lavatory. Seeing that it was occupied, she leaned back against the wall. She could feel Jackson's eyes on her-boring into her. She turned to see that her assumption was right. He stood staring at her intently from their seats. The door unlocked and Lisa pushed past its former occupant into the safety of the small room. She took one look at herself in the mirror and fresh tears began rolling down her cheeks. Why was this happening to her? Hadn't she paid her dues already? She slid down onto the floor and felt herself becoming sick. After getting rid of the Baybreeze she'd had, Lisa realized she had to pull herself together and figure out someway to outsmart this bastard. She lifted herself off the ground and rinsed out her mouth. It was when she was washing her hands that Lisa had an epiphany. She pumped more soap onto her hand and began to write a desperate message to whosoever would come into the bathroom next. Satisfied with it, and knowing that Jackson would be suspicious if she took much longer, Lisa rinsed off her hands and opened the door. The sight of Jackson Rippner almost gave her a heart attack.

"I was wondering-" Jackson eyed the message and roughly shoved Lisa back inside the bathroom, the door locking behind him. Lisa struggled against his grip and tried to cry out. One hand clamped over her mouth while the other held her arms down.

"Don't fight me. You're all worked up from being so creative." They both heard voices close and Jackson shushed her.

"Please, just stop whoever is at my dad's house!" she pleaded. One of his hand roughly gripped her face while the other dug into her waist. Her tears flowed freely.

"I already have…by TWICE intercepting these little communiqués. Ya know, if they had fallen into the hands of a by-the-book stewardess, she'd have gone straight to the cockpit and we'd have landed somewhere else! If that happens, Leese, our guy in the BMW's gonna know about it. So, do your dad a favor and STOP gambling with his life!" Lisa struggled to keep her emotions in check. She had to seem in control-she could not let Jackson see her weak.

"You don't have to do this…any of this…" Lisa searched his face for any hint of the man he was earlier at the Tex-Mex. He'd been so charming…sympathizing with her…sharing laughs and smiles. Surely, it could not entirely be an act. Lisa's breathing became more irregular as Jackson's hand pulled back the thin material of her blouse to reveal a large scar above Lisa's left breast.

"Did someone do this to you?" he asked, his jaw tensing.

"No…" Lisa shivered. He knew she was lying.

"Is that what it is?" he asked coldly, though she was sure she saw a hint of concern in his eyes. Lisa turned her head away; she couldn't look at him any more. He jerked her face back to his.

"Don't try to shut me out, Leese. I'm here. I'm real," He rasped forcefully. He crushed her with his full weight and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. The other was feeling its way up Lisa's side. It stopped to cup her right breast and squeeze it gently. She let out a soft moan, but then tried to pull out of his touch.

"You know you want me as much as I want you…under better circumstances I'm sure I would have been staying over for breakfast once we got to Miami," Jackson quipped, giving her a smug smile.

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Jack." She retorted, putting emphasis on the name he hated so much. He angrily slammed her against the wall and pushed himself hard against her…and she couldn't tell herself that it didn't feel good...it had been so long since... She shut her eyes tight and pushed her hips against his. This time, it was Jackson's turn to moan. He smashed his lips against Lisa's, trying to force entry with his tongue. She resisted at first, but then granted him access, swirling her own tongue against his in a battle for control. She felt him push her skirt up around her waist and then undo the buttons on his pants. Lisa couldn't stop herself from unbuttoning Jackson's dress shirt and then pulling his t-shirt over his head with it. He made quick work of pulling off her blouse and bra. Her hands ran down his bare chest as Jackson's did the same to her. His hands on her body made her head swim. He brought his mouth onto her neck and bit hard. She bit back a high-pitched moan.

"Tell me what you want," Jackson breathed huskily, "I want to hear you say it."

She didn't reply, but he would make her say something. He pulled himself out of his boxer-briefs and ripped aside her lace panties. He spread her legs in one swift motion, and buried himself inside of her.

"Ugh… oh God…" Lisa groaned moving her hips in a steady rhythm. Jackson lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out, all the while clutching desperately to his back.

"Lisa…" he moaned, quickening his pace inside of her.

"Please," she cried, pushing her head back against the wall. Jackson chuckled; like he could if he wanted to. He left wet kisses on her throat and on her chest. She dug her fingers into his soft, thick hair. He felt her begin to shake.

"J—Jackson…" she panted.

"Look at me," it wasn't a request-he was demanding it. Lisa kept her eyes clamped shut as a last act of defiance.

"Look at me, dammit!" He pulled her face forward, "I want to see you." Lisa struggled to comply with his request as her orgasm washed over her.

"... Jackson!" with the scream of his name she shook violently, the whole time a pair of blue eyes melting into hers. Jackson wasn't far behind. With a final thrust, Jackson came inside of her, and captured her lips again in a hungry kiss. She let out soft sigh. He pulled out of her slowly; then fixed her skirt and panties. Lisa slumped against the wall for a moment before putting back on her bra and shirt. She was still breathing heavily. Once Jackson was finished putting his clothes back on, he wiped away the message she'd left on the mirror and tossed the tissue unceremoniously into the sink. He pushed a stray hair out of her face.

"The phones are working again," he mentioned, his voice once again cold and unfeeling, "You sure we got a deal this time?" Lisa nodded stiffly.

"Peachy. Oh, you might want to clean yourself up a little…you look really flustered." Jackson gave her a smirk, "Not that it will fool anyone…I'm sure they all could hear you." Lisa only frowned at him and worked on fixing her smudged mascara in the mirror. When she had finished, Jackson gave his appearance a last glance and then swatted her on the backside.

"Thanks for the quickie." Lisa pushed past him and out of the door. As she was walking back to her seat, trying to avoid the accusing glances, she could hear the older stewardess informing Jackson that the airplane "wasn't a motel." She slumped into her seat and turned her head out of the window. Even as her body still hummed from his touch, feelings of guilt and disgust washed over her. She had just given herself to someone who was going to kill a good man and had threatened to kill her father.

"What have I done?" she murmured to herself. Jackson sat down beside her.

"You know nothing has changed, right?" Jackson said, trying to convince himself. Lisa gave him a cold stare and reached for the phone.

(END FLASHBACK)

Lisa came hurling back into reality, after zoning out for a good twenty minutes or so. She rubbed her tummy, happy and utterly depressed at the same time. She pulled herself off of the sofa and clumsily made her way into her upstairs bathroom to take a shower. She felt dirty all over again.


AN: The basic idea for this came to me in adream about a week after I'd seen the movie for the third time. I hope ya'll like it so far. If you do...please be so kind as to review it!