AN: Did you guys like the last chapter okay? Sorry about it… Anyhoo! I just watched Disco Pigs. Wonderful movie, sobbed my eyes out.

And sorry, but when I said we were about to get off of the plane, I kinda fibbed. There is this chapter, which is complete and utter Jacksonness! Then the next chapter, and then the chapter after that, they get off of the plane. Sorry for the fib! But Jacksonness is wonderful, yes? Heh, you know what one of my fav parts in the movie is? Where Lisa asks him what he does, and he says "Government overthrows…" And right there, when he says government, you can hear his accent. Wasn't that part just adorable?ssssssss

Sorry for the delay! I was going to put this up after I watched Disco Pigs, but due to some trouble with the computer, I could not transfer it off of my laptop and onto the Internet connected desktop! Sorry it's a day late! Heh, and if you pay attention in this chapter, there are hints about future transpirations (Hmm, is that the correct word to use there?)

Part Nine:

Jackson laid Lisa over carefully after knocking her out; he was beginning to wonder how many times he was going to be able to do this before he caused some type of brain damage… he was going to have to calm down with this method of silencing her.

Still, it was better than that look of loathing and hatred that had been pouring from her eyes. Righteous indignation was perfectly suiting for Lisa Reisert. It was one of the reasons that he had taken her like this. Of course, there were others… but she couldn't know about those. No one could know about those, or Lisa would be in danger— even more so than she already was.

No, he wasn't going to dwell upon that at all. The only thing that he was going to think about right now was the woman sleeping next to him. She was his only concern and his only priority. Jackson Rippner was a man who took his priorities very seriously, and this situation was only a little different.

Lisa gave a moan, and her eyes flickered behind her closed lids. Jackson focused on her face for a moment before shrugging and setting back into his seat.

The only thing left to think about now was his plan, and how he could execute it perfectly. Jackson was a bit of a perfectionist, in every sense of the word. A job done incorrectly could cost lives and money. Both assets were extremely vital in his line of business— He had enough money that it didn't matter… but there were only two lives on this job that he was going to even bother to protect. His own, which he had always had to watch for since he was ten years old, and the life of the person sitting beside him. He had taken on the responsibility of her life, so it was his to protect. Of course, he wasn't exactly sure that Lisa would agree with that bit of information; that could have easily been the reason why he wasn't informing her of that or anything else that was important at the moment.

He hadn't taken any personal time in such a long while that he was almost hesitant as to how to go about it. He knew exactly what he was going to do once they landed, yes… but there was always room for mistakes. He had learned that factor the last time he had been around Lisa. This time was going to be extremely different. This time, he was in control and he didn't plan on letting the situation leave his control at any point throughout the whole affair. It had been because of his inattentiveness and his inability to keep his emotions in check that had caused his downfall last time. Yes, he remembered it well:

XXOkay, Jackson flashbackXX

"It happened in a parking lot, the scar. Two years ago…" When Lisa began talking, Jackson turned his attention towards her. When she mentioned the scar, his interest was instantly peaked.

"In the middle of the day. He held a knife to my throat… the whole time." Jackson's mouth actually dropped open for a moment. His earlier assumptions were true then… someone had raped Lisa. He couldn't even begin to imagine the woman who sat before him in a situation like that. The cold anger that could build inside of him washed through him at that moment. It only took him once second to contain it, but even that one moment had been enough.

"Every since, I've been trying to convince myself of one thing over and over." Lisa's voice, the cool strength that was riddled with the pain of the whole experience… it made him want to offer her comfort in some small way.

"That it was beyond your control." You couldn't have stopped it. But maybe, had I been there, I could have. He had always been one to wonder how he could have made a situation better. If he had been there that day…

"No, that it would never happen again." The pain in her voice made Jackson was to kill the bastard who had done it to her. But, he was pleased with the undercurrent of strength. Strength was always a good thing. Still, if he ever ran into the man…

Lost in his own contemplative thoughts, he looked up when the seatbelt sign flashed…

XXEnd Jackson flashback (And people, his mouth really does drop open!)XX

In that one moment, when he had allowed his feelings and concerns to override his senses, he had lost control of the situation. As soon as he had done that, Lisa had found her way past his defenses and gotten the better of him.

The situation had still been salvageable at that moment. He could have simply allowed her to escape, gotten to a phone, and made a call to his men.

Instead, he had allowed the whole even to become a personal vendetta, and had broken one of the number one rules: Never make it personal. Jackson had made it as personal as anyone ever could have in the moment he made the decision to go to Lisa's home. He knew better the entire time that he was doing it, but the pain coming from his throat and the thoughts that he had actually been out bested for the first time seemed to drive him into a temporary moment of insanity.

The events that had transpired afterwards were only expected when one looked back on the situation. It should have been extremely obvious to anyone that Lisa was going to have better odds fighting him in a house that she was familiar with. Once again, in this instance Jackson had allowed his emotions to overrule his better sense of judgment.

He had allowed his emotions to govern his actions while he was in the house. When he had stepped forward, even after Lisa's warning, his emotions had been out of his own control. The rage and aggravation had driven him to do something stupid; He had known Lisa would shoot, there hadn't even been a gamble when he had stepped forward.

As he had laid on the floor, pain ricocheting through his body from one injury to the other, he had finally come back to his senses. Looking up at Lisa, he had had to admit defeat. He had lost control everything the moment he had given her his sympathy on the plane.

After the events in the house, and during his weeks of recovery, Jackson had made himself a promise much like Lisa's. The situation was never going to be out of his control… It would never happen again.

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AN: I liked that, telling Jackson's feelings about that whole situation. Now then, in the next chapter, we ARE getting off of the blasted plane. I'm going to put two chapters together just to make it happen (Because I supposed that you people are getting sick of plane rides, yes?).

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