Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.

12:32 am.

Wednesday.

There was suddenly a loud bang, a gunshot.

"There's going to be a change in flight plans, folks. We're taking over."

Jackson and Lisa's heads both shot up at the exact same time.

"Oh, shit." they both hissed together.

Then Jackson pressed a quieting finger to her lips, and she nodded. Carefully he slid out of her, doing up his pants and slipped through the door. She waited inside with baited breath.

When he came back in, he looked deeply disturbed.

"They're not anyone I recognize. My people deal in stealth, not semiautomatics." he said, quietly and calmly. "This is all falling apart as we speak…"

"Do they know about…your bomb?" Lisa whispered.

"No, because they're ordering the pilot to land the fucking plane!" he hissed, throwing his arms up in the air.

Her eyes widened. "Go disarm it!"

He shook his head, his eyes haunted. "I already tried. It seems that I can't touch it either."

She trembled and grabbed onto his shoulders. "Wh-where is it? We have to try again!"

"It's in the cargo bay below us." he frowned. "There's an emergency hatch near the back of the plane you could probably squeeze through…"

"We have to go disarm it. Now." Lisa whispered, clutching at his shoulders and searching his eyes.

She found fear.

"I can't touch it, but I can tell you what to do with it." he whispered. "Hang on…"

He went through the door again. "They're all up in the cockpit right now. There's only three guards, and none are looking this way. Hurry! Quickly!"

Lisa scampered out the bathroom, nearly sliding on the slippery metal floor, but she made it. Jackson kept a look out as she figured out how to climb down into the bay off a tiny ladder going down.

As soon as she touched bottom she shivered. "Jack, get down here quick! I'll freeze in a few minutes!"

"Huh?" he asked, climbing down.

"We're in the stratosphere…it's freezing cold and I don't have a jacket!" she hissed, rubbing her arms as she felt the chill spread through her. "And…and the pressure…is much…lower." she blinked. "Shit! I can barely concentrate…we'd better get this done fast!"

He grunted with disgust and exasperation as he half-led, half-dragged her over to the box where the bomb was. "Human frailty makes me ill."

"Shut up, you were human once too." she rolled her eyes and then shivered again, stronger this time. Her teeth chattered.

He said nothing, but opened the box and let out an angry little whining-noise when his hand passed right through the bomb itself.

It wasn't too complicated, but in her state Lisa could barely tell which wires went where.

"Quick, tell me what I have to do!" she whispered, barely able to stop her fingers from shaking as she reached out to lift the bomb out.

"Pull out this wire – no, THIS one! – Put it there, yes, now just rip out the blue wire – no, blue, BLUE! Yes that's it. Just let it fall, it's not important…"

As they went on it got harder and harder to concentrate; the cold and low air pressure was making her sleepy.

"Can't we just…break for a bit?" she said, slumping down and shivering weakly. "M'cold and tired…" she slurred.

He slapped her across the face, panic in his features. "Wake up! Wake up! You've only got one more to go!"

She jolted herself awake. "This one goes where?"

"Here! No, here! Augh, there's no time – they're already dipping down!" Jackson began to panic, until he saw the hatch on the wall of the plane. "We have to throw it out the side!"

"Wh-what?" she blinked, trying to stand. She fell to her knees. Already she could feel her heartbeat slowing down from cold and lack of oxygen.

"Shit, shit, shit! You can't die on me! Not here! Not now!" Jackson was nearly in hysterics. "Get up, get up!" he hurried over to the side and to his relief – managed to get the door open. They were still in some part of the clouds, and rippling, dark blue-black storm clouds clashed around them. "Get over here and throw it out! I can't do it!" he cried.

Lisa heard him somewhere in the recesses of her foggy mind, gathering the bomb in her arms and slowly – like some sort of demented whale beaching itself – dragged herself over to the side of the plane. The wind whipped her as she went, and she shuddered, nearly losing consciousness.

"No, shit, no, Leese, don't die on me!" Jackson nearly whimpered, pulling her back. "Let go of it! Let go of it; gravity and pressure will do the rest!"

She let go of the bomb, and stayed conscious just long enough to see it whipped out of the plane and disappear into the clouds. She had time enough to wonder vaguely if they were above sea or land, and where it would fall, and what it would do when it got there. She tilted her head as Jackson closed the door, blinking slowly.

And then she blacked out.

"NOOOOO!" Jackson let out a long, horrible wail and literally attacked her body, trying to make her wake up again.

Someone came down the ladder. "Shit! Looks like someone was trying to escape!"

There was a laugh. "Idiot. Well, she's another hostage we can take. Make sure she stays alive."

Jackson watched in horror and misery as Lisa's barely-alive body was taken back up the ladder, following dismally behind, wondering hopelessly what would become of them now.

To Be Continued…