AN: Sorry guys, I had to pass this through the wonderful people at GAFF. (Bet you never thought you'd hear me say that!) who actually aren't that bad if you ask for help! So, if you notice that the grammar is a little better, I bet they had something to do with it.

AH! Finally, we are getting off of this stupid plane! Whoo hoo! I would have had this update up earlier, but I also had to go to Wal-Mart! I now own four movies with Cillian Murphy in them. He is a truly wonderful actor!

Okay, hortensio gets to be thanked for the corrections in this chapter. Anything missed was not their fault… it was mine. I'm still learning!

Part 10:

Lisa noticed two things when she awoke: that her head was aching and that Jackson was no longer sitting beside her. The first realization was her excuse for her reaction to the second. She panicked.

She twisted her head in either direction, looking for him. Where could he have gone? He wouldn't have just left her sitting there by herself unless something had happened to him. How could something have happened to him? They were on a plane. Still…

It struck her as extremely odd that she was concerned over the well being of the man who was kidnapping her, but she put that particular thought into the back of her mind. When she found Jackson, she could have time to wonder at her brief mental break. He had hit her enough times on the head in the past few days that she could always just blame it on that.

She was actually half way through the process of unfastening her seatbelt and getting up to go and find him when he came around the corner and slid smoothly into the seat beside her. "What do you think you're doing?"

She looked at him, swallowing the feeling of panic that had been unnecessary in the first place. What had possessed her to worry about him? Looking into his blue eyes that were once more full of mocking and coldness, she wanted to slap herself. Worry about Jackson? Please!

"I asked you a question Lis." He smirked, finding himself funny.

She looked coolly at him. "I could ask you the same question."

He gave a short laugh, widening his eyes in mock surprise. "What, concerned about my whereabouts? Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you alone."

She turned her gaze from him, disgusted. "I wish you would."

So, why had she worried?

"This is where I went." Jackson continued on with what he was saying, completely unaware of the way Lisa was mentally yelling at herself. She turned her gaze towards him and watched as he shook two aspirins in a plastic glass. She looked at him for a moment, trying to reflect some of his snideness back at him.

"Why so concerned?"

He gave her an uncompassionate and flat look. "I'm not, but I would really hate for you to pass out from pain half way to the car." He looked out the window, and Lisa noticed as well. They were no longer moving.

"That's right, we're about to get off of the plane." He gave her a sympathetic look that she wanted to hit him for. "I'm sorry that you missed the announcement."

She muttered darkly, "If you hit me much more, I'll stop waking up."

He shrugged and handed her a bottle of water. "Drink up." When she looked at him flatly for a moment, he gestured towards the pills.

After a moment she sighed and took the pills. She needed them.

"So, what was wrong with you when I came back? You looked like you were about to cause a riot." Lisa was not in the mood to answer Jackson, and she certainly wasn't in the mood to tell him that she had been worried for his well being. That would be such a laugh; he would probably tell her 'Thank you for the sentiment, but I don't need anyone worrying about me.' Either that, or he would tell her to go to hell. For some reason, she was definitely leaning towards the second one.

She looked at him blankly and answered. "I was hoping that you had managed to get lost."

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes seeming to penetrate her own and see past her lie. Anger seemed to wash over his face for a moment, and he turned away. Lisa recognized that look; it was the look of pure fury that had appeared on his face when she had lied to him in the bathroom. Jackson obviously wasn't a person who liked being lied to.

She definitely wasn't going to apologize, so she turned her body away from him, looking out the window.

Jackson must have gotten his anger under control a few moments later, because he turned to her once more. "When we get off of the plane, we're going to go straight to the parking lot. I have a car there. Once we get to my house, I'll make another call." Lisa couldn't help but find herself intrigued. She was going to get to see where Jackson Rippner lived. What did an assassination manager's house look like? Was it cold and empty, or maybe black and red to show some kind of sadistic twist? Even if she hated the fact that she was being forced to go, she was actually looking forward to seeing where he lived.

"What is it now? What did I say that suddenly sparked an interest?" She was really beginning to detest the fact that he could seemingly read her like an open book. She shut down the look of emotion on her face before answering him.

"Well, Jackson, you did just mention my father again." She commended herself on telling the truth this time. He had mentioned her father after all… The self commendation quickly dissipated when Lisa noticed the angry look in Jackson's eyes.

"Thank you for flying with us once more. Please exit the plane in an orderly manner."

He shut his mouth, and a smirk curled on his lips. "Come on, lets get moving." He stood and stepped back so that she could go out first. She sat still for a moment, wishing that she could just defy him and stay on the plane.

"We're wasting time here Lis, and the longer you wait, the longer it's going to take me to make the call." She stood with that final threat. When she was in front of him, one of his hands came down onto her shoulder almost possessively.

"Now, don't try anything stupid, and everything will run perfectly smooth."

Every word that he said made her want to do a little instep and smash her heel into his shin. Somehow, she managed not to. She marveled at this feat: her will was clearly made of iron after all.

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AN: Yep, in the next chapter, it's Jackson house. Or, I don't know… we may just have an rather extremely stimulating drive and leave you hanging as Lisa opens the door. Sounds like something evil to do, yes?

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