I am a huge Riddick/Jack fan, and there are few film couples that I like as much which also kinda explains why I haven't written anything in over a year...but I was definitely missing it and thank God there is Jackson and Lisa. I guess I like the weird dark couples that can't really be together, yet at the same time, only they can truly complement each other. I'm also going to try to keep Jacksn a bit "crazy" - I don't think he can be a flower-heart candy type of a guy. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story and I don't make money from this so don't sue me blablabla...or I will sue you for encroaching on my right of freedom of expression...More importantly, I'm looking for some constructive criticism b/c I feel like my writing is a bit out of practice. Enjoy!


He finished four high profile assassinations within three months. He had to - he had to make up for his failure. Once he was back in his employer's good books, he took some time off to "rest". It's just that Jackson's way of resting involves stalking his obsession.

The thought of killing her slowly and painfully did motivate him while he recovered in a hidden medical facility, but soon he realized that he did not want to kill her. He wanted her. It was still hard for him to accept the fact that he was completely consumed by her, but he didn't lie to himself. He wanted Leese. For him to possess. And he wanted her to want him back with the same amount of intensity, if not obsession.


1:52 am

He admired the power and concentration with which she ran. Her fists were clenched, her feet pounded the treadmill, but her eyes had the look of someone who was trying to outrun the devil. Maybe a bit of herself, maybe a bit of him.

2:46 am

He watched her move around her apartment, putting her books in alphabetical order. She couldn't sleep, not that she used to sleep much before. But ever since the encounter a few months ago, she could barely sleep for more than three hours a night. In fact, he noticed that she was surviving on power naps. She would keep herself busy until she was so tired that she would pass out. Then she would get back up and start her whole routine again until the next nap. Jackson wasn't stupid, he knew she was avoiding her dreams. Her nightmares.

6:17 am

Jackson sometimes wished Lisa had a window in her bathroom. He wanted to see her body, but more importantly, he wanted to see if he left any scars on her body like she had on his. Yet a part of him did not want to invade her personal space – the one place he could not watch her. Anyway, he told himself it was only a matter of time before he would meet her. Then he would observe her up close and personal. He would finally know how she transformed herself from a lonely and scared girl at night into an ambitious hotel manager during the day. He would be able to see how she tied her hair into a chic bun, put just the right amount of make-up to accentuate her full lips and her beautiful eyes, and wore the type of business clothes that he wanted to tear off of her. He wanted to understand how she could be both so frightened yet so confident, so scarred yet so alluring.

9:30 am

He could not believe that Leese was using her body to appease a client. He wanted to lock her in a room so that she could be his. Instead, he had to hack through the hotel's security system to watch her through the video feed. Watching her lean over a bit more than usual to reveal some cleavage. Could that be the same Lisa as the one who put congealer on her scar? Or maybe it was the Lisa he always knew existed, especially when they were in the plane's washroom. Well, Jackson noticed with clenched fists, the young client definitely forgot his complaint by the time she was done charming him. Jackson definitely wanted to kill him.


After watching her for over a week, Jackson couldn't control himself. He wanted to kidnap Lisa and take her far away. He wanted to hit her, he wanted to do her, he wanted to be with her. He also wanted to know why Lisa was pretending to be the social butterfly that they both knew she wasn't.

Almost every evening after work, Lisa would leave the hotel in a subtle but sexy outfit. She would wear tight jeans with lace or silk tops. The first time he saw her after all these months, Jackson was shocked. She was actually dressing up to go out to a bistro, lounge, bar or even a dance club. Lisa would meet up with Cynthia, friends and even an occasional hotel customer. They all seemed to buy her fake smiles that never reached her eyes, but not Jackson. He knew she was tiring herself out and getting her mind off of other things because she never looked like she was actually having a good time. She did not look like the girl in the pictures at her dad's house, or the one he bought a drink for at the airport during their first meeting, or even the person who stabbed a pen into him.

At least he took extra care of the 2 male clients who dared to ask his Lisa out. Jackson didn't kill them because he still had to be careful of the police, but he did make sure that their journey back to the hotel would be very long and painful. Anyways, his Leese would never want a man who cried at the sight of a knife.