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 italics are Lisa's communications with Jackson.

Phrases in bold are loudspeaker announcements.

4:00 am.

Wednesday.

While Lisa was rubbing Jackson's back and trying to get the blood flow to stop, the problems on the rest of the plane were getting worse. Tensions were building, and everyone was nervous. One could swear they could hear a pin drop.

Eventually the young man sitting in front of Lisa's seat expressed his needs to a guard – a different one than had talked to Lisa – and made his way to the small bathroom. Aaron Merton, the CIA agent, was going to do a little reflection.

Lisa had no knowledge of this, and was, at this time, trying to convince Jackson to keep his head turned whilst she removed her shirt and washed it.

"If you turn around and look at me, I swear – "

"Woah!" Merton did a double-take as he opened the door. Lisa jumped slightly and wrapped her soaking shirt around her chest. She opened her mouth to scream but he locked the door and covered her mouth.

"What the – what are you doing to her?" Jackson tried to pull them apart but his hands went right through the man. He suddenly felt very, very sick, but this wasn't the blood-illness. This was something different. He bit his lip.

"All right. No screaming. I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth, and you're gonna be quiet. Got it?"

She nodded quickly. He let her go, leaning back against the door. She fiddled with her shirt.

He rolled his eyes. "But why did you take it off in the first place?"

"I, um, had a nosebleed. I'm on my period." she shrugged.

"Some nosebleed." he raised his eyebrows at the brackish red-brown stain on the front of her shirt. "You know that hot water only makes blood stay in the fabric."

Her eyes widened. "Shit!" she exclaimed, turning her back to rinse it in cold water.

Merton stared luridly at her back and Jackson scowled.

"Lisa, he's watching you."

Jack? Do us all a favor and try and think of a way to get him out of here. Who is this guy, anyway?

"The CIA agent I want you to kill."

She froze visually.

"Are you all right? Ma'am?" Merton raised an eyebrow.

"I'm fine." she said calmly, keeping her voice low. Shit, Jack! What should I do?

"The obvious thing would be to kill him."

Where would I hide his body, idiot? she snarled mentally. We're on a plane that's been hijacked by terrorists!

"That's NOT my fault." he gritted through his teeth.

Merton, of course, couldn't tell any of this was going on.

"Wait a minute…you're Lisa Reisart, aren't you?" he cocked his head.

"Yes, I am." Lisa said calmly, finishing with her shirt and putting it under the blower and turned it on. She turned and crossed her arms over her bra, facing him. "How do you know me?"

"I'm Aaron Merton – you were held hostage for a time by a man named Jackson Rippner, correct?"

She nodded, controlling her emotions much better than Jackson had ever seen her do. "Yes."

"I was assigned to his case. Odd man, that one." Merton furrowed his brow. "The people he worked for did a lot of…strange things."

"Really?" she asked coolly. "Are you going to tell me?"

"Hey, hey stop!" Jackson waved his arms in front of Merton's face, but the agent didn't even bat an eye. "You can't say that!"

"Chemical experiments and such. How to heighten emotions, how to drain them, mind-controlling drugs, how to kill more efficiently." Merton nodded. "I'm on my way to HQ to report one of their most idiotic – and dangerous – activities."

"No, stop! You can't!" Jackson was nearly begging now, Lisa could swear she almost saw tears in his eyes.

"Which was?" she leaned against the sink.

"Using some of the more…creative ones on Rippner. Experimenting with biological enhancements, preservatives, stimulants, toxins. He had enough crap pumped into his body to fuel a small country." Merton said with a snort. "He was half-insane by the time you met him, and his body was already beginning to break down. One of the things he was going to get out of the Keefe assassination was the remedy to one of the deadlier toxins he'd put in his body. If he hadn't been shot and subsequently died, his body would've rotted, and destroyed itself from the inside-out."

Lisa covered her mouth with her hands, eyes blurring with tears. "Dear God."

Jackson was leaning against the wall, facing away from them. He wasn't moving, but Lisa could hear his breathing was heavy and ragged. It almost sounded like he was trying hard not to cry…

"Attention all passengers; we must take off again. Fasten your seat belts."

Lisa and Merton looked at each other. "Go, get!" she said, pushing him out the door and locking it behind herself again.

She turned to the other man in the corner.

"Jack…" she whispered quietly.

He said nothing, didn't even turn around. She felt her shirt; it wasn't even half dry yet. She couldn't go back out, so she'd have to stay in the bathroom as the plane took off…

To Be Continued…