This story is first told through Jackson's perspective. It is post Red Eye, about three months to date, give or take. After escaping from the hospital, he sets out to find someone that he has unfinished business with. Maybe some romance, though they both try to suppress it as much as possible. Rated M for the usual reasons because I'm not sure where this story will go. I don't own anything Red Eye, so don't sue. I don't own anything Harry Potter either; I just know that if I had a cat, I would name it Crookshanks because it's cool. So don't sue!

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Chapter Thirteen – On the Run

"Lisa, wake up. Come on, Leese," Jackson said, trying to shake her awake.

Her eyes fluttered open to see Jackson sitting next to her on the side of the bed. His hair was very mussed from sleep, which instantly gave her the urge to run her fingers through it.

Is that bad? Lisa thought, frustrated with the fact that she was unable to control her attraction for him. She propped herself on her elbow, sitting up slowly. Her body was sore from the previous nights excursion, and she winced as pain shot through her lower abdomen. She felt the aftereffects of their previous night's rough sex. But much to her chagrin, she had enjoyed it. Lisa looked down to notice that she had been dressed in long pajamas.

"What time is it?" she croaked groggily as she rubbed her eyes free of sleep.

"9:30," he replied shortly. "We have to leave in an hour."

"Where?" she asked.

"Change of plan. We're going to Paris," he whispered so softly that she struggled to hear. "They will have a harder time finding us if we're out of the country. We need to get showered and cleaned up before we leave."

Lisa waited for Jackson to move out of the way before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet touched the cold floor as she made her way to the bathroom. Before she could close the door, Jackson walked in behind her. The door closed with a soft click.

"But I thought-" she began.

"It will be faster if we shower together," he said, noticing her widened eyes. "Don't worry, Leese. No time for hankie pankie this morning. I wouldn't dream of it."

She nodded in compliance and began to undress much to Jackson's astonishment. She had seemed so modest before, but now ...

She must not be so scared after last night, he thought as he pulled down his boxers. Shit. Down, boy.

He was so used to morning sex after midnight sex that his body was trained to be ready for it when he woke up each morning.

"Not now," he muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Lisa asked as she checked the water's temperature before stepping into the shower.

"N-nothing," he replied, stepping in after her.

She tried to keep the gauze of her wounded arm from getting wet and found it difficult to wash her hair with one hand. Seeing this, Jackson bathed himself before helping her wash her hair, tilting her head back just so as he worked to saturate her hair before shampooing it.

"It's important to get every strand soaking wet before you lather in the shampoo," he said as he massaged shampoo into her hair. "Otherwise, it can cause build-up and dryness. Keep your arm straight out of the water."

She took in his words, surprised that he was helping her in the first place. How did he know so much about something as simple as haircare? As soon as he finished washing the conditioner out of her hair, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her head. The hair expert stayed in, washing his own hair while Lisa wrapped a terrycloth bathrobe around her and wiped the condensation off of the mirror. She brushed her teeth quickly and sat down to work on her hair. Jackson stepped out of the shower and watched her for a moment as she fiddled with her hair. She was beautiful as she sat in her terrycloth bathrobe trying to make sense of the curly muss that was her hair. She looked in the mirror with determination as she worked, but her stiff, wounded arm prevented her from reaching around her head. She cried out softly in frustration and discomfort, and Jackson finished wiping excess water drops off of him to put the towel securely around his waist.

"Here," he said, stepping behind her. "Allow me. I used to do this for my mother when I was little."

With that, he took the brush from her hand and brushed her hair out with long, even strokes. He noticed how she closed her eyes when he gently brushed the tangles from her hair and felt delighted for a reason to run his fingers through her soft tresses.

"Just put it up," she said. "I just need it out of my face for now."

He obeyed, and she had a nice looking ponytail within the matter of two minutes. She turned her head to see that Jackson had coiled her hair with his fingers to create ringlets running through her ponytail.

"Very nice," he said softly as he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Now go get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us."

An hour later, they walked out of the hotel together with luggage in hand. Jackson had put on a blue button down shirt with khakis, whereas Lisa wore a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved shirt to hide her arm. Jackson popped the trunk and grabbed Lisa's duffel bag to put it along with his. They sat in the car for a moment in silence before he looked over at her.

"I know that you have a lot of questions," he said. "But just know that in time, I will provide answers for you. For now, I need you to sit back and trust me. About last night. Leese, if I hurt you in any way, that way, I apologize. You won't have to worry about me doing that again."

Lisa nodded, relaxing against the passenger seat as he put the car in reverse and drove out of the parking lot.