My first attempt at a Song Fic. It is told through the eyes of Jackson, at Lisa's fathers house with a AU ending. This fic is completly unbetaed, so all mistakes are my own.

Song: Follow You Home by Nickelback.

Disclaimer: I have no relation to Red Eye, and no official relation to the song Follow You Home. I own nothing, in otherwords.

Well you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground

It may have been my first move that caused her to want to kill me, but in the end, I think she just might.

Well you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death

And I'm supposed to be the assasin here. The cold blooded killer, and she is nothing more than an innocent hotel manager with a knack for getting into trouble, and a good aim with a pen.

But you can never keep me down
Well you can stick me in a hole
And you can pray all day for rain

Here we go again

You can shoot me in the leg
Just to try to make me beg
And you can leave me there for days

Throbbing pain shot from my leg, a stilleto is only remotely better than a bullet. In her eyes, I can see the loathe that she feels as she stares into my eyes as we battle over the small bat.

And I'll stay alive
Just to follow you home

And I will survive

But I won't let her kill me, I know her too well, I have more advantages against her than I could count on both hands.

'Cause you're my Mississippi Princess
You're my California Queen
Like the Duchess of Detroit
And every city in between

For six whole weeks she was my entire life, following her from work, to home to whatever other pityful places a desolate person such as herself travels to in her life.

You can slap me in the face
You can scream profanity

I could hear her scream something at me from across the room, where I had retreated to from her last blow.

Leave me here to die alone but
I'll still follow you home
I'll still follow you home

You can make a couple calls
And tell your brothers I'm in town
Put a bounty on my head

And tell my parents that I'm dead
And hope to hell I'm never found

The tears in her eyes scream that she wants to see me die. Closure for all the pain I've caused her, purhapse.

You can steal me the keys
To your daddy's Cadillac
You can tamper with the brakes
Call it a mistake

If I did die just now, she could never be found guilty. If she died right now, I would officially be an wanted person, and I would have a mar on my impeccable record. Never once have I not managed a plot to perfection nor never let the target or ploy escape.

And pray I'm never coming back

Just one last glace confirms it. Closure.

You can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
You can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death

"Where the hell is she" I ponder to myself as I slink around the upper floor.

But you can never keep me down

And I will survive
'Cause you're my Mississippi Princess
You're my California Queen
Like the Duchess of Detroit
And every city in between
You can slap me in the face

A piercing shot echoed through the house, followed by a silence that could only be described as deafening, only to be broken by a sickening crash of metal meeting a hard surface, and I see her, only a meter in the horizon.

You can scream profanity

"Son of a bitch." Lisa whispered, her orbs wide in traumatism. That was the look of herdefeat, and my victory.Silently. Icongradulated myself on yet another job well done.

Leave me here to die alone but

It still was not immediatly that I realised where the shot had landed, and who and shot it. A sickening amount of thick crismson plasma splattered onto the hardwood beneith me.

I'll still follow you home

And everything slowly faded from colour to black. The last thing that I saw was her face, no longer angelic, but petrified, relieved yet guilty. Mea culpa.

I'll still follow you home

End.

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