Author's Note: A few, like this chapter, will be from Lisa and Jackson's POV.
- Jackson -
"Let me up." Jackson looked at Lisa at hearing her request. "I have to go to the bathroom...Please. You've already got me. I'll make the calls when the phones are back, but right now- You have to let me up."
Jackson gave a crooked smile and a single nod, "Alright, Lisa- I trust you." He then stood up stepping out into the aisle to let her stand. He took a step back against the seat so that she could easily pass him. She let out a shaky breath and also stood, carefully climbing into the aisle beside him. He had stepped out of the way- she could walk past him, but she only stood infront of him- staring. Jackson quirked a brow.
"My purse?"
It didn't amuse Jackson. Sure- maybe Lisa could get a little credit for wanting her purse, the key word being 'little'. What did she take him as? A fool? Hah. Jackson was one of the best of the best. He return her stare with a disapproving expression. "Not that much." And at hearing that- Lisa slowly turned and walked down the aisle.
Stepping away from the seat, he kept his eyes glued to her, watching her every movement. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do if she would suddenly blurt out to someone, or to the whole plane, of her situation. Without a doubt though- he'd think of something. A quick, brutal course of action.
There was a tap on his arm. "Excuse me." Came a small voice from behind him suddenly, tearing Jackson from his thoughts of what may happen if Lisa would decide to do something stupid. He looked behind himself to a young girl- blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail. Casting his eyes back to Lisa- he stepped to the side once more. The girl passed him and stood behind Lisa. Lisa said something or asked the girl a question- but she shook her head. Jackson licked his lips in thought. Would Lisa dare to tell such a young girl what was happening? Did she think that just because the girl was young- that Jackson would simply let it go? Then again- who would believe the girl?
The lavatory's door opened, and Lisa rushed in clumsily. He let out a breath as he continued to watch- waiting for her to come back out. The young, blonde-girl looked back to Jackson after a moment. Jackson's eyes fell from the door to meet her's. He stared back into her eyes for a brief moment, then sat back in his seat.
The light on the phone clicked on again- and Jackson stared at it. His patience wore thin at waiting for Lisa's return.
Finally- Jackson stood up and strolled down the aisle in long strides. Upon reaching the blonde girl, he forced a grim smile and pointed to the door- asking permission to go ahead of her. The girl stared up at him silently, hesitating for a few moments... but than gave a few, unsure nods. He nodded and stepped ahead of her, infront of the door, again stuffing his hands into his pockets. Jackson cocked his head to the side, waiting for Lisa to step out.
The door opened and there was a gasp from Lisa. The grim smile was still on his face as his eyes fell onto Lisa's. But- something caught the corner of his eye. His blue eyes looked to the mirror and read-
18 F has bomb
Jackson rushed in the door.