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.

Phrases in bold indicate voices over a loudspeaker; specifically the terrorists.

Phrases in italics are Lisa's communications with Jackson.

2:45 am.

Wednesday.

As Jackson moved down the aisle he found himself wondering how on earth he was going to possess someone – and how in God's name he was going to find out what their plan was.

Shaking his head furtively he kept going, only casting a glance once back over his shoulder at the half-scowling, half-exuberant Lisa, who appeared to be either cheering him on or threatening him with a fate worse than death.

Which was going to be hard to accomplish, if this was what it was going to be like for the rest of eternity.

He grunted to himself and turned back, but not without first walking straight through one of the guards.

He jumped in shock as he heard a stream of words pass through his head when he walked through the man. Pausing, he stood back and frowned.

Was it really that easy?

Taking a breath like a diver before the plunge, he stepped forward and slid into the man's body, filling up every nook and cranny with his own spirit.

It was a loose fit – the man was bigger than he was, in ways more than one. Jackson decidedly ignored this fact and went straight to his head.

It felt like he was in a computer. All he had to do was ask it what he wanted and the information came rushing to him. As he contemplated what this could mean, he shook himself mentally and began collecting as much information as he could possibly get. He didn't want to spend any more time inside this man than was absolutely necessary.

Lisa, on the other hand, was growing more and more nervous. She'd seen Jackson vanish almost like a puff of smoke into one of the guards that was leaning against the wall. It didn't look like any kind of possession she'd ever seen in movies; he was still looking around grimly, still looking every inch the trigger-happy, itchy-fingered brute he was.

When Jackson emerged from the man's body Lisa breathed a visible sigh of relief.

He walked back down the aisle, with a rather shaken look on his face.

"Well?" she murmured as he sat down beside her once more. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything the loudspeaker came on.

"Our demands so far have not been met. Therefore, we will draw lots for execution – one per hour. If you hear your seat number, you will be taken out by our guards and killed. Do not attempt to resist; you will be killed."

"Oh. Shit." Lisa whispered, pressing her hands over her mouth.

"I could've told you that." Jackson said, a touch of sarcasm in his shaky voice.

"Shut up." she shivered slightly, tearing up a little. "They're…they're going to kill us all…"

"Snap out of it!" he argued, feeling like he wanted to slap her. "This is a 767! There are so many seats!"

They called out a number; it was nowhere near Lisa. Somewhere near the front of the plane they heard a muffled, "Ready, fire!" and a retort.

Lisa buried her face in her hands, shivering.

"Come on!" Jackson hissed, shaking her vigorously. "We can get out of here! I know we can!"
She looked at him with accusatory eyes. "And what about all these people?"

Jackson sighed. "What about them?"

She sat back stonily in her seat. "If you're not going to save all of them, then you can't save any of them."

"What?" he hissed, shaking her again. "Are you insane? You'll never be able to save all these people!"

"Maybe I can't." she said, standing up, her heart beating rapidly. "But I think you can."

He nearly screeched. "WHAT?"

"You there! Why are you standing?"

"I'm volunteering. You can kill me next." she said slowly and clearly.

"You're an idiot." one of the men sneered.

"Let her have her way." said another.

She stood in the aisle, waiting until finally they told her to come down to them.

Jackson followed her, nearly tearing his hair out. "You're MAD!"

Come on, Jack. Think. There's something you can do, and you should do it right now.

He shuddered. "But – "

Jack, they're going to shoot me. I'm going to die. And then what use am I going to be to you?

Shit. She was right.

He took a deep breath.

"I hope to God you know what you're doing."

He took a step. And then another.

To Be Continued…