A/N: Yay! Another chapter out! And what makes it even more fun, is I thought of most of this whilst watching Edward Scissorhands!
Elizabeth was surprised when they boarded the plane to Las Vegas. There were hardly any people on it -- seven, counting Jack and herself. Of course, it was one of the few flights that left in the early morning hours, but she had somehow thought that there would be more of a crowd.
She was feeling nervous around Jack, and had been ever since he mentioned his job to Gibbs. It didn't seem right to travel with a man who could be arrested for his occupation... The lack of bodies was increasing her unease. She wanted someone to be near enough to conk her companion over the head, just in case he pulled out some sort of weapon.
What if he was a hired assasin for the Mob?
The two of them took their seats at the back of the aircraft, carefully shuffling in. Elizabeth noticed that the rest of the passengers were at least five rows ahead of them. Out of earshot. Unable to see them without turning in their seats and craning their necks.
Not good...
Jack turned to face her, making a rather funny face. "What's up?" he asked. "You seem a bit... piqued. Everything alright?"
In her mind, she kept seeing a Rambo-like Jack, complete with headband and machine gun as he shot down dozens of innocent people like herself.
"Fine," she said, forcing a smile. "Absolutely fine. Everything alright with you?"
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any more questions. Good, thought Elizabeth. Perhaps I'll have time to devise an escape plan... just in case. But before she could think of anything, she found a hand in front of her face, holding a package of Gummi Bears.
"Want some?" asked Jack.
"No... no thank you."
"You haven't eaten in quite a while, Li... um, Da -- no... Vicky. I'm getting rather worried, to tell the truth."
She chuckled nervously. "I'm fine, Ja -- er... Cl -- er... Egan. I already told you... I'm just not hungry."
"And not thirsty, and shaking like an old man with Parkinson's?" he finished for her, raising the other eyebrow as well.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasted your seatbelts -- we're ready for take-off," said the tinny voice of a flight attendant over the intercom. At the same time, the FASTEN SEATBELTS sign lit up.
Elizabeth reached for hers immediately -- her twitching hands causing her to fumble with the buckle. She couldn't seem to get the stupid thing to work... Bloody contraption...
Little did she know, Jack had been watching her struggle to master the safety belt, and decided to be kind and help the poor girl. After all, it wouldn't pay to be cruel to the girl he had abducted. She had been awfully cooperative so far.
He reached over and fastened it for her, giving her a pointed look.
"I could have done it," Elizabeth muttered, feeling very uncomfortable.
Jack snorted. "I think you might have low blood sugar," he said, pushing several boxes of sweets into her lap. "I'm not taking any chances -- it would be very awkward for you to collapse whilst in my care."
She stared down at the candy, and sighed. "Thanks, Egan."
"No... Clyde and Daphne Whitaker. You don't want me to call in my associates from Scotland Yard, mate..."
The man Will was talking to seemed ultimately disheveled. There were prints of flight records everywhere, notes all over the place, and still nothing to be found.
"I'm sorry, sir... I'm sure I'll find it in a minute."
Ten more minutes of frantic searching finally brought Will what he was looking for: Clyde and Daphne Whitaker -- the 718 to Jamaica.
The streets of Las Vegas were illuminated with all sorts of lights -- mostly from casinos and resorts, which was what brought this city most of its crazed, gambling-addicted tourists. As Jack and Lizzie strolled down the street (not daring to take a cab, because one never knew what danger lurked in a foreign place... especially if one hasn't read the tour book), their luggage dragging behind them, an eerie sort of music suddenly made itself heard.
Five minutes later, they were faced with an ancient organ grinder, and his ridiculously dressed monkey. He leered at them, and the monkey did a strange sort of dance on the sidewalk, throwing its little arms into the air.
"Care to donate some money to the poor?" said the organ grinder. His voice was gravelly and rough -- the voice of a smoker, Jack realized.
The monkey howled.
"If you're so poor," Jack said, making sure he sounded American, "where'd you get the chimp? They don't exactly run around city streets, y'know,"
For a second, the organ grinder glared. But then he was distracted by his companion leaping onto Lizzie's shoulder. She looked at it nervously, obviously unsure of whether or not it was going to attempt an attack. Jack decided to speak before she let her accent slip.
"What's the thing's name?" he asked, pointing at the wild (and possibly rabid) animal that was climbing up Lizzie's head.
"Jack," replied the organ grinder.
"How fitting," said Lizzie -- in the best imitation of an American accent she could manage -- giving the human Jack a very evil smile.
"Come on, darling," Jack muttered, shoving the monkey off of Lizzie's head and grabbing her by the arm. "We don't want to miss giving you your medication... You could start seeing people again."
And with that, he proceeded to drag her down to Caesar's Palace, where their room was booked. (Once there, Jack gave her a very long lecture about talking to strangers, and humiliating him in front of them. Fortunately for him, Lizzie was to frightened that he would chop her head off to argue with anything he said.)
XxSablexX: Thanks! And yeah... Lizzie is very submissive. In a way, I'm mocking all the chicks in movies who don't protest to anything. Jack's goatee/long hair will definitely be back soon. I promise!
Pirate: Yes, J/L does rock! Jack and Lizzie will definitely have fun in Vegas. There's just so much trouble they can cause! (And don't worry, there will be plenty of disguises for them to wear!)
hpdancer92: You're back! And I'm glad you reviewed ;o) Thanks for all your compliments again!
rythmteck: Oooh, dear, you lost college registrations and cell phone payments? Crazy. Thanks for reviewing in spite of all you have going on! Jack with short hair is rather alarming, although I have a lovely mental picture of him, so all's well for me. *chuckles to herself* I'm glad you liked his outburst, too... It was rather hard to write, as he didn't really get mad in the film, but I kind of incorporated a whole bunch of people I know into that particular scene.
KawaiiRyu: Thanks for reviewing! And whilst I'm not sure if Jack's business will interfere, Elizabeth finding out about Jack's business might.
Clez: Thanks! And Will... he's kind of a dorky fop. (By the way... Please don't die!)
Savvylicious01: That's so cool! Thanks for reviewing! I did enjoy writing that part where Jack gets his hair chopped off... it'll grow back, though. I hope...
PirateWannabe: I know... Will's being a nerd (You're welcome to slap him, by the way). I haven't seen OUTM... It's rated R, and I'm not allowed to see R rated movies. *sighs dramatically* Isn't it mostly rated just for violence and language? And just so you know... every time I see your name in a review I think of wassabe... or wassabi. However you spell that.