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 Fourteen – A New City, A New Look

Lisa and Jackson landed in Paris without much complication. As soon as they did, Jackson had a rental car delivered to the airport. As he drove around the beautiful city, Lisa marveled at his intricate knowledge of the Parisian streets. He pulled up to the streetcurb next to a salon and put the car in park.

"Okay, Leese," he began. "For us to be indistinguishable in this city, we're going to have to change our appearances. Now, this is a very expensive salon, probably the best in Paris."

He looked at her beautiful chesnut locks for a moment, wanting to take in her sultry beauty. He squinted for a moment as he considered letting her keep her hair color.

Maybe we could have it cut differently, he thought. No, that wouldn't work. She'd still look like Leese.

"I was thinking of maybe strawberry blonde," he said. "Maybe kind of a light ginger with subtle blond highlights. And maybe blue contact lenses as well."

Lisa shook her head and furrowed her brow. He knew that look all too well now. She was not going to comply. In truth, he was not entirely enthusiastic about changing her hair either. He had liked her dark tresses that brought out the darkness of her green eyes. He loved her relentless defiance and her need to question everything. Her feisty nature caused him to lose control of himself if he was not careful.

I'm going to have to push a little, he thought, ignoring the fact that he was getting hot under the collar.

"Leese, need I remind you that there are very dangerous people after us that are set on killing us?" he asked in a tone of voice that he would use with a five year old.

She threw him a disdainful glance before her shoulders sagged and she exhaled. Jackson held his breath, trying to stay patient with her. He knew that this was all new to her and that she had not quite adjusted to the fact that her life was completely changed now. But why couldn't she adapt to her new surroundings like he did; take life as it comes in curveballs?

Because she isn't used to it. She's used to her little world where she thinks she has control of everything. Well, almost everything.

"Fine," she said. "But if they mess up my hair, they are going to fix it until I like it."

"Fair enough," came his short reply. "Come on."

As they walked into the salon, Jackson spoke to one of the French receptionists.

"Bonjour. Parlez-vous anglais?" he inquired in perfect French pronunciation.

"Oui, monsieur," she replied, smiling flirtatiously at him. She wore too much makeup, especially eyeliner and lipstick. Her dark hair was coiffed into a style that Lisa found ubsurd, but she knew that the style in France was far different than Miami, Florida. She secretly hoped that the stylist was not planning on doing anything to make her look ridiculous.

"Okay. We have an appointment."

"Merci. Please wait here, ten minutes," she said before going to the back of the salon.

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Three hours later, Lisa and Jackson stepped out of the salon with new looks. He glanced at Lisa. Her hair was now cut above the shoulders in sweeping layers. As much as he loved her dark hair, he found her now strawberry blonde tresses quite fitting for her. The salon had even colored her eyebrows just a little lighter than they had been to match the color. He lifted a hand to his now shorter hair that had been colored black as well as his eyebrows and wondered what she thought of it. As they got into the car and headed to the hotel, she spoke to him in a low voice.

"I hate you for doing this to me," she said. "Don't think for a second that I am under the impression that we are some loving couple on a romantic vacation together. This is all your fault, Jackson. I wish that I had never met you."

Jackson winced at her bitter tone. Her words stung, but not as much as she was going to in the near future.