A.N.: OK, so I lied. This was going to be a oneshot, but a combination of inspiration and reviews encouraged me to add more. I don't like this as much as the first chapter, but I felt it was needed. In fact there's probably going to be a third chapter too, but I'm not 100 on that. Anywas, you know that drill, reviews welcome and appriciated.

MizzNite Perhaps this chapter might clear up that confusion...

Signs Fan, anime kisses, ellina Hope, and Jess58 Well, you did ask for more so... enjoy it while you can.

Evergreen702 Yes, they did see each other in between the end of the movie and this fic. I tried to make that a little clearer with just a one line revise in the first chapter so, hopefully it helps.

And finally, a thank you to Winged Seraph and silent sister and anyone else who reviewed after I updated this. I just love reviews!

One year. In reality it is not that long of a time span but to Lisa Reisert it stretched on for an eternity that year. No one understood, so she told no one. Of course they all saw what was happening to her, but not many knew the truth. The only two people in the world who did weren't saying anything.

Lisa could remember when her father first saw it.

"Lisa," he asked her gently, not wanting to offend her, "that dress was loose on you last month." Joe appraised his daughter with an unreadable expression.

Trying to sound offhand Lisa commented, "Oh it must have shrunk in the wash." She tried to walk past her father out the door. They were supposed to go to dinner tonight, a Daddy-Daughter date.

Joe wasn't buying it. He touched her arm to stop her and Lisa turned to look him in the eyes. "Lise, I know you're lying to me." His tone spoke volumes of a father's wisdom and Lisa looked away, almost shameful.

"Dad," she tried lamely.

"No," he told her. "Lisa I'm not blind. You've been missing an awful lot of work lately and acting so strange. I've seen only one thing like this before and that was when your mother-"

"Dad," Lisa cut him off, "let's just go to dinner, ok? I'm hungry." She glanced away but made no move towards the door.

"I love you, Lise," he whispered. Closing her eyes Lisa saw another face but the same words. Breaking down she let her father take her into his arms. "What happened?"

Lisa had made up some lie about getting drunk one night and not remembering what had happened the next morning. Joe Reisert did not believe her. His daughter did not sleep with strangers. In fact as far as he knew his daughter didn't sleep with anyone. But the look in her eyes, that desperate, pleading look, told him not to ask. And he never did.

"Hush a by you sweet little baby and don't you cry anymore." Lisa sang softly to the beautiful, precious gift she held in her arms. His bright, expressive blue eyes were slowly closing and the delicate thumb was caught between two lips.

Alexander Joseph had been born four months ago. Only Lisa's father had been there with her. Alex's father had been nowhere to be found. Often times, looking into the eyes of her child, Lisa could see Jackson there. The child looked just like him, blue eyes, dark hair, trademark smile. In a way it haunted her everyday. Just waking up and seeing Alex reminded her of that night, that mistake, or so she had thought.

Now when she thought of Jackson and what had happened she wasn't so sure that it had been a mistake. When he had shown up after three months of nothing Lisa had been ready to kill him. The longer he stayed, though, the more she felt far different. By the end of that night she knew that no matter what she did Jackson would always be there. Alex was living proof of that.

"Daddy is down at his stock brokers office a keeping the wolf from the door." Lisa's singing was a mere whisper as she gently set baby Alex in his crib by her bed and went to change into pajamas.

Coming out of the bathroom in silky shorts and a shirt Lisa stopped dead in her tracks. Standing over the crib holding Alex was a tall, skinny man with dark hair.

"Its ok," he whispered, "Daddy's here." Turning he looked at Lisa with his piercing blue eyes and her suspicions were confirmed.

"You never called," she accused. Stalking up to him she stared into those eyes and grinned.

"I couldn't," Jackson replied. "They can't know about you." He returned his gaze to the child in his arms. "He looks so small, so frail." Trailing a finger down Alex's cheek he bent down to kiss the child on the forehead.

"He looks just like you," Lisa smiled. Jackson looked at her once more and leaned in to kiss her. She let him but barely had the energy to return it.

"Can I have a picture?" Jackson sounded like a child begging for a toy and Lisa took pity and went to rummage one up for him. Returning she found Jackson had put Alex back in his crib and was lounging on the bed.

"Here," she said, handing it to him. It was a picture of Lisa smiling up at the camera holding Alex, who was also smiling but at Lisa instead of the camera. He took the picture and set it on her nightstand. Taking a hint Lisa settled down next to him, laying her head on his chest. "Please stay," she breathed against him. Lisa had no idea why she couldn't hate him. She didn't know why she longed for his touch, for his very presence. In a strange way she even longed for his control.

"I can't," he told her, holding her close, breathing in the scent that he had missed so much this past year. Jackson had wanted to be there, wanted to see his child, and wanted to see Lisa. Being away from her was like missing a part of himself. When he didn't know where she was he felt as though the world was out of whack. If he couldn't control her life what could he control? That was how he loved her, in his own twisted way.

A kiss soon became more but by the next morning Jackson was gone, leaving only a note with a silent promise to her.

Lise,

I wish I could have stayed but we both know I can't. Soon we will be together; soon I won't have to go, but for now just remember I will be watching you. Send my love to Alex.

-Jackson

That was it, no I love you, no yours truly. Simply Jackson. That was all Lisa really needed.