AN: Hey guys, I wasn't super happy with where the story was going, the characterizations were getting lost, it wasn't feeling cool. So consider this a Director's Cut if you will. Taking a new direction, running with it, and more character development and Lisa/Jackson internal dialogue that I hope youll like. Anyway, hope you enjoy, drop a note if you likey/don't.

"Need a hand Leese?"

His voice was smooth and sinister. It splashed over Lisa like cold water, and she closed her blurry eyes as her knees became weak. His soft words and cruel, mocking tone were all too much for her.

It's a dream, it's a dream.

Lisa tried to convince herself. The blanket of denial was mildly comforting as her skin stung from the heat of his too-close body. The smell of his cologne was overpowering and she felt his warm hands find her wrists. He held her loosely and pushed his chest against the grocery bag so that it remained suspended between their bodies.

Her eyes remained glued to him, fixated. He was hovering just inches from her pink lips. She could feel his warm breath, it was a sickly mint scent, tickle her nostrils. Images from the Fresh Air bathroom danced wildly before her eyes as the memory of their bodies pressed uncomfortably together washed over her quivering form.

"Jackson" Lisa's voice was barely a whisper. The reality of his presence began to sink in as she allowed the hard syllables to slip from her soft lips.

"Lisa." Jackson bared his teeth in a grin and Lisa winced as his slippery, sweet voice engulfed her. "You're looking well."

Lisa heard a faint rasp as he exhaled, and her eyes flickered instinctively toward his throat. A rough scar, comprised of lumpy, misplaced skin sat in a circle beneath his Adam's apple, and Lisa felt a strange sense of pride at the souvenir she had given him during their last encounter.

"I could say the same to you." Lisa felt fear and adrenaline pump through her veins as she bored her eyes into his. "You look better without the hole in your neck."

Jackson's eyes narrowed with ferocity as he thought back to Lisa's humiliating "victory" over him aboard the Fresh Air flight. It was clever, cunning, completely unexpected of the mousy little manager he had been following for months. Although to be fair, all of Lisa's behavior on the flight, although irritating, had surprised him. She had a strange, enraging tenacity that both infuriated and intrigued Jackson. Lisa was quite the enigmatic anomaly, and in Jackson could not shake her from his mind.

Even now as she stood taunting him, Jackson felt torn between his fascination and anger at Lisa's bravery. He shook his head lightly and deliberately, and Lisa watched with hesitation as his gaze returned to her.

"I see no one has trained you to hold your newfound tongue."

Lisa moved backward as Jackson stepped menacingly toward her. He continued his slow advance, like a soft-footed predator cornering its prey. Lisa stepped backward, determined to keep the bag as a barrier between his body and hers. She felt a pang of alarm as the small of her back hit the smooth wood of the kitchen wall.

Her eyes flickered toward the wall behind her, then back to the embrace of his cerulean orbs. They were crinkled in a cruel, crooked smile as he drank in her beautiful frame. Here she was, his Lisa at last, just inches away from his hungry gaze. Everything he had planned for was finally coming to fruition.

Jackson dropped the bag suddenly and Lisa gasped as he slammed his body into hers. She balled her fists into tight rocks and punched violently against him but it was no use. Jackson used his hands to snatch up her wrists and pressed his abdomen against her stomach to immobilize her kicking legs.

Still, Lisa would not give up, and Jackson felt a strange mix of excitement and anger as she struggled beneath his weight.

"Lisa…"

Jackson's voice was a sharp hiss as he tightened his grip to contain her. Lisa twisted her wrists against his iron-like fingers and felt tears brim in her eyes as her flesh burned from pressure and chafing. She allowed her muscles to relax and tried to pull his body down with hers to escape him on the ground.

Lisa was not going to go without a fight. Jackson had expected as much, and the prospect of forcing her settle down excited him. Lisa clearly wanted to pursue the "hard" way and fight against the inevitable. Jackson was more than happy to oblige her and show her the consequences of such insubordination.

"If the floor is really where you feel more comfortable…"

Lisa cried out as Jackson collapsed onto her. She tried to wiggle out from beneath his falling figure but he was too fast. He straddled her kicking body and pinned her against the floor. He pressed each of her soft, red wrists on either side of her face and leaned toward her so their noses brushed.

"I can't say I blame you, given your history."

Lisa bore her eyes fiercely into his unyielding gaze and spat at him. Jackson growled in surprise as the saliva hit him in the cheek and glared as he heard her laugh beneath him. Anger clouded his vision and he felt his body tense with rage. He seized Lisa by the hair and quickly, before the beckoning look on her face could change his mind, slammed his forehead against hers.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he felt her body go limp in his grip, yet he was careful not to allow her head to bounce back against the ground. Gently, he guided Lisa's unconscious form to the floor and let go.

Jackson grunted with annoyance as he pushed his body away from hers and stood up. He glanced around the kitchen for something to wipe off Lisa's embarrassing mark of defiance. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something that surprised him. A roll of paper towels was rolling slowly toward him. He picked it up and roughly ripped off a sheet, not bothering to acknowledge its sender.

Logan stood in the doorway, her arm still stretched out in a half dramatic bowling motion. She lowered her hand gracefully and wore an amused smirk on her face as she watched Jackson wipe his cheek vigorously.

"Jackson?" Logan's voice was cold and hard, with a strange melodious tone.

Her hazel eyes were wide with empty inquisition, and Jackson blinked as he felt himself begin to get lost in her. Jackson could not help but be engulfed by her enigmatic, twisted demeanor. Her sweet betraying voice, and lustful thirst for chaos excited him, although he had played a significant role in helping her develop these traits. Logan had been so different from the other girls in his line of work, dripping with potential, talent, and beauty. Just like Lisa.

Jackson returned his thoughts to the present and nodded curtly to acknowledge Logan.

"Tell me, do you get off on Reisert humiliating?"

Jackson allowed a thin-lipped smirk to grace his lips. He narrowed his cerulean eyes and bore them into hers. He stared at her for several moments, sizing up her sinewy form and taking in her mysterious poise, fully aware that she was engaging in the same strategy. He had taught her well.

"Bad girls always get punished." Jackson's voice was cruel as he winked at Logan. He briefly relished the minute quiver that ran through her body. "You know that better than anyone. And Lisa here…"

He bared his teeth in a hungry smile as he stared down at Lisa's unconscious, crumpled form.

"Will learn that lesson soon enough."