Lisa sat down at the large wooden table and tried not to appear as if she had just had her heart torn out and stomped on. Witch was rather hard to do when the man who had done sat right next to her. To Lisa's surprise both Steven and David followed them in and sat down at the table, both shooting darts at Jackson. She sighed as the door on the other end of the room opened and the president walked in.

They stood as he walked to his seat then sat as he sat down. 'He's more wrinkly then I remember,' she thought to herself. She stifled a laugh as she tried to get her mind of the wrinkly man in front of her.

He cleared his throat and leaned forward, "Now when we talked you said that you thought that there was a problem with the security system?" he said.

Jackson gave a nod only a few minutes before there was a beep from his watch. Before anyone could ask what it was for Jackson grabbed Lisa and dove for the floor just as an explosion sounded from the far side of the small office.

Jackson flipped her onto her back and pinned her to the ground with a hand on either side of her head. He looked down at her and a boyish grin played across his lips as he looked down at the very frustrated Lisa.

"You know… if there hadn't just been an explosion just feet from us-,"

"Why don't you not finish that sentence?" she said giving him a shove to his chest. To her surprise he rolled off of her when she did.

Standing to her feet she ran to where the president was now laying bloody on the floor. Bending down she checked his pulse, but she got nothing, "He's dead," she turned to Jackson. "This was what you were planning from the beginning isn't it?" he smirked and bent down to her brothers now unconscious form; opening his hand he placed something in it.

"What is that?" she asked standing to her feet. She didn't trust Jackson one bit, "A detonator genius." He sneered and gave David a good kick to the side before striding over to Lisa, "Within the next few hours your brother will be behind bars."

Lisa opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud groan coming from the far side of the room. Lisa was at a pile of rubble within a few strides; she removed the rubble to find a rather disoriented and confused Steven Rightenour. Though he looked like hell with his bloody nose that wasn't made Lisa gasp; it was the large piece of glass sticking out of his leg.

Taking off her jacket she bent down next to him laying the jacket over his chest. She could see that he was losing consciousness, and he would probably be a goner if he did. She glanced over at Jackson, but he was preoccupied with his cell phone to pay any attention to Lisa.

"Stay awake Steven…uh…. Tell me your middle name," she said examining the wound that was now blooding like crazy!

He gave a small moan and shifted a little before replying in a small voice, "Lesley."

Lisa sat up straight and looked down at his face crinkling her nose, "Your middle names Lesley?" he laughed and then moaned in pain, "oh, I'm sorry."

She went back to examine the wound when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder, "Time to go Leese."

"Lisa is not going anywhere with you!" Steven shouted.

Jackson looked down at him with a mocking smirk, "Seeing as you're the one with the glass in his leg I don't think you should be giving the orders." He grabbed Lisa's arm and pulled her to her feet and away from Jackson, "That can ruin your whole day." He murmured as they passed the dead body of the president she glanced over her shoulder at Steven who was now trying to stand up.

When she looked back she realized that they were walking through a door that she didn't even know was there. They passed through a long dark hallway as Lisa's heart began to pound with every step they took. They soon came to a door and Lisa looked at Jackson confused he simply opened the door and pulled her out by the elbow. Looking around for a moment, as Jackson dragged her with him as he walked; she realized that they were outside.

Before she realized what was going on they were at his black truck and she was being shoved in. Jackson slammed the door and walked over to the other side, "How in the world did we just do that?" she asked glancing out the window.

"That room is sealed and sound proof, no one will even know what happened for another couple hours; your brother will go to jail 'Jason' will become president and no one will know that we were ever here. It's really great to have a guy in the white house, Leese."

"You're planning on Jonathan becoming the Vice President, aren't you?" she asked looking at him. When he didn't answer she continued, "He's a wanted man, they'll never let him in the white house."

"Jonathan Crane is, but Jonathan and Lisa Brown aren't," he stated matter-of-factly. She looked at him horrified at what he had just said. He smirked and turned to her for a second before his eyes darkened; the car gave a jerk as he pulled over to the side of the road. Grabbing her elbow he examined the bandage on her arm; on the surface of the white cloth there was a blood stain that clearly read, 'JC'.

"So, Jon marked ya eh? Well know you do belong to him," something about the way he said 'him' made Lisa's skin crawl. He had said it as if completely hated Jon for owning Lisa.

They had gotten back to Jonathans apartment without a problem, much to her surprise. They had watched the news until midnight when Jason became the official president; this had caused a loud chuckle from Jackson and, much to her surprise, a peck on the cheek from Jonathan. After they had finished with their little… ranting… Jackson piled all three in his truck and they headed to the bar. Lisa was expecting to be left behind and locked in the room or something, but instead she was seated between Jackson and Jonathan on the way.

Jonathan had his arm draped on the seat behind her and every time Jackson turned he used this as an excuse to lean into her. She would glare at him; he would only smile and looked out the window. Once they arrived Jonathan slid out of his seat and then turned to help her out; she ignored his hand and tried to get out herself. She ended up heading toward the ground at full speed before she felt arms encircle her waist.

"That would have been a rather bad fall, Lisa," he said pulling her back to her feet. She glared at him as they walked into the bar. It only took a few moments for them to get seated and get their drinks; that was all Lisa needed to come up with her daring plan.

She waited until she had had a few drinks before she put her plan into action, "…And I was just like sitting there trying to get him to stop lecturing me." Lisa said slurring her words; she had no idea what she was saying but judging from the look on Jackson's face her plan was working.

"And he was just going and going and going when I just got like-WHAT!" she shouted still slurring her words. "What did you says?" she asked leaning toward Jackson who was trying his hardest not to laugh. "Don't interrupts me while I'm talkings!" she swayed in her seat and Jonathan shot his arm out to catch her.

She let out a loud laugh resulting in some of the other guests to turn their heads and look at her. She tried to stand up and nearly fell as she did so; Jackson shot out of his seat and grabbed her before she hit the ground. Both brothers gave her a questioning look, "Restroom." She said simply before she attempted to walk to the restroom.

She made it, eventually. She decided to take as long as she could in the bathroom to seal the deal; by the time she got out Jonathan and Jackson were waiting for her by the door. She tripped over her own feet as they walked to the car and ended up running into Jonathan. He simply smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her as they walked. Lisa knew it was a good half-hour to Jonathan apartment and pretended to pass out in the car.

She was leaning against Jonathan and he still had his hand on her waist; she knew she couldn't move it or her plan would be shot out of the water. She felt the car come to a stop and Jonathan picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed and she could hear the faint sound of the door clicking shut. She waited a few moments to be sure that he was out of the room before opening her eyes; when she did she saw a faint dark figure hovering by the dresser. Jonathan hadn't left the room as she had hoped; as she watched him waiting for him to go do something he began unbuttoning his shirt. Her heart sank, 'he's going to bed!' her mind screamed as she tried to rethink her plan.

He turned to her and she closed her eyes. She could hear the slight rustle as he walked to the bed; she kept her eye closed and tried not to scream in frustration until she felt weight on her legs. "What?" she slightly opened her eyes and looked around to find the Jonathan was hovering over pinning her legs.

She opened her mouth to tell to get off but he brought his finer her lips and silenced her. Lisa squeezed her eyes shut as a few tears leaked out; Lisa knew what was coming and she knew in the deep corners of her mind that this time it really was her fault.

Jackson drove down the road trying to find why he had Lisa marry his brother and not himself? It was then that the thought of the pen that she had put into his throat. He then realized that it was so that she couldn't grab his heart strings and distract him again. He wanted her to suffer but he couldn't let her distract him from his work; he knew that she would if he let her.

He knew very well what was going on in the apartment and all he could think of was how much Lisa was suffering.

Lisa woke up the next morning to a pounding head ache; she slowly crawled out of bed trying not to wake up Jonathan. She quietly opened the door and walked to the bathroom closing the door behind her she fell against the frame and gave into the sobs.
Jackson walked into his brothers' apartment just in time to hear the bathroom door close. He walked down the hall and could hear muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. He knocked on the door only to have Lisa shout in a strained muffled voice, "Go away!"

He walked down the hall and tried to clear his head. He knew that as much as he had tried to avoid it; Lisa had yanked his heart strings. It was funny how she was the only one who could do it, and she was the only one he didn't want her to.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been kinda busy!