Summery: Lisa sees Jackson again, but not all is as it should be. Kinda fluffy. NO I will not tell pairings but if you don't know them by now you never will.

Disclaimer: Honestly, if I owned any of these characters I would have a lot of better things to do than sit around and write fanfics all day. Please!

A.N.: Yes, I know, I should be working on my chapter fic, but this popped up and begged to be written so, here yah go. It's kind of a crazy concept but, it works for me! Think about it...

And I revised just one line in here so if you're feeling up to it…

A chilling wind whipped her long brown hair into Lisa's eyes and she fought to keep it under control as she glanced around the darkened street. Why she hadn't just driven Lisa had no idea. Sure, it was only a block between her apartment and the gas station but still, Lisa never walked alone at night, not for the past two years. She clutched her purchase tighter and quickened her pace. The reason for her nighttime outing had Lisa worried and that only served to heighten her senses.

As a car rolled by she jumped, and then grinned mockingly at her foolishness. Get a grip, Lise, she told herself uselessly. There's nothing out there to hurt you. As soon as the thought had formed Lisa knew it was a lie. There was too much out there that could hurt her. Evil had a name, and a face, try as she may to forget it.

Shaking her head Lisa listened to the sounds drifting around the semi-darkness of the street. There were murmurs from TV sets in the apartments, the constant electric hum of Miami, and something else. At first she dismissed it as her own breathing and footsteps but to be sure Lisa stopped a moment. Hearing the sound more clearly she turned around. Nothing. All she saw was the far off light of the gas station and the empty street.

Turning forward to continue her trek Lisa's heart froze.

"Hello, Lise," Jackson greeted her. Stepping backwards and holding her bag protectively in front of her she struggled to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. The man who haunted her dreams, her thoughts, her entire mind stood before her now in jeans and a t-shirt, hands in his pockets. His bright eyes bored into hers in the dimness of the street.

"Jackson," Lisa breathed. One thought took hold of her mind and in response she turned to run. Lightning fast Jackson's hand shot out to grab her arm while his other one went for the knife at his side. He glanced up and down the street to be sure they were alone. Satisfied, his attention went back to the girl in his grasp. She was staring at the knife in his hand, terror written clearly on her features.

Tugging her along Jackson guided them into an alley, the one right besides Lisa's apartment. So close, and yet so far. Once there he shoved her roughly against the brick wall and appraised her, knife resting by her side.

"Why so surprised to see me?" he asked, face inches from hers.

Had she been able Lisa would have run but as it was, with Jackson's hands holding her against the wall, all she could do was whisper in reply, "It's been awhile." Their last encounter was all too fresh in Lisa's mind. It had only been one month this time, as opposed to the three month gap from when she had stabbed him to when he had shown up at her apartment. Her eyes burned with tears but she was determined not to let them fall. She felt so vulnerable, trapped here in this alley with a man who had threatened her so many times.

"Only a month." Jackson raised the hand not holding the knife and brushed the hair away from Lisa's face. Almost unconsciously she leaned into the touch as he rested his hand on her cheek. The feel of her skin brought back memories he longed for. "I missed you," he said, pain in his voice.

"What did you miss?" she spat bitterly. This wasn't the way it was meant to be. He was a murderer, a deceiver. There was blood on Jackson Ripner's hands and she felt it in every touch, every slight caress. Warm, and alive it flowed over her now as his hands met her skin and with everything in her Lisa tried to tell herself she didn't want it.

Jackson put the knife away and brought his other hand up to hold Lisa's face, eyes never leaving her deep green ones, barely brimmed with tears now. "This," he whispered as he pressed his body to hers and their lips met.

For the briefest moment Lisa was going to pull away but as she felt Jackson's warm, soft lips on hers she was intoxicated, just like last time. Slowly the kiss deepened and Lisa matched the intensity with which Jackson was drawing her closer. Her hands slid up and over his shoulders, one still holding her bag, as his ran down her back.

Lisa could feel the pain, the longing in his touch but there was something else there, something more sinister. He didn't just want to be with her, as he had already, he wanted her. Body, mind, and soul Jackson wanted to control her just like he controlled everything else in his life, his job, the people around him, everything. In the end it was Lisa who pulled away first, very nearly disgusted with what she had just done, remembering much more. She could feel his infectious passion taking over and it scared her more than anything.

Breathing hard she told him, "I can't do this." Her arms dropped off his shoulders but his stayed firmly around her small frame. Her eyes glanced away but his stayed glued, watching her expression and reading it like an open book.

"Lise," he said softly, "don't you see it? It doesn't matter if you try to fight this. It doesn't matter how many lies you tell yourself. The truth is you already belong to me." Lisa's eyes once more met Jackson's as he went on. "In the morning when you wake up, whom do you think of? When you see that scar," he paused, bending to kiss it lightly, feeling as Lisa cringed, "who is it you think of first now? Every day at work, who can't you get off your mind?"

"Jackson, stop it," Lisa begged. Oblivious he continued.

"At night," he whispered harshly, "lying in bed all alone, who do you wish was there?" The silence rang out as the pair studied each other.

Lisa swallowed hard, only because she knew he was right. Staring into those blue eyes, those damnable blue eyes, she cursed him for it. She cursed him for knowing her better than she knew herself, she cursed him for ever coming into her life, but most of all she cursed him for the last time they met.

"Don't you see, Lise?" Jackson stated, halfway mocking her weakness. "You already belong to me. Stop trying to fight it and life would be a lot easier." He held her close in a warm embrace but pulled back suddenly. "What's this?" he asked, grabbing her bag.

"No, don't-" Lisa tried, but it was too late. In his hand Jackson held the reason why Lisa had gone out that night. An E.P.T. It had been six weeks since her last period, four since she had seen Jackson. Do the math.