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.

6:59 am.

Wednesday.

"Remain in your seats."

"Oh, that's helpful." Jackson scoffed, feeling – and looking, he supposed – very nervous. Agitated. That was a better word. "Very explanatory."

She gave him a dry look and sighed, shifting slightly in her seat. She could feel the wetness seeping through the tissues, and wished she had a tampon, or at least proper padding. This was scratching, and the toilet paper must've been only one-ply, because it was leaking pretty quickly. "Dammit."

"What now?" Jackson whined slightly.

"I'm leaking." she gritted, fumbling slightly to get more tissues out of her purse. "Can you go get more from the bathroom?"

"Oh, fine." he sighed, going to fetch them.

While he was gone, Lisa watched out the window. It was slightly foggy, and she couldn't see far, but she could make out several red and blue flashing lights in the distance.

Her stomach jolted. Police! Help was finally here!

"Well, I've got your – what? What are you looking at?"

There's a police blockade around the plane. she murmured excitedly.

"Well, whoop-die-do. I certainly hope we're nearing the end of this little trip, because I'm tired of being your gofer."

Gofer? she snorted slightly. You seem pretty happy to get me anything I ask for.

"Only to make you be quiet!" he sniffed, sitting down.

I can't change it by myself. she looked out the window. You're going to have to change it for me.

"WHAT?" he roared. "Enough is enough! I'm not going to – "

He didn't have a chance to say it, though, because at that moment there was a loud sound of gunfire, then a lot of yelling. Suddenly everyone was up on their feet and moving and screaming; Lisa hunkered down in her seat and tried to stay hidden as the terrorists ran up and down the aisles trying to silence people. Violently.

Once things had quieted down again, Lisa gave him a rather pointed look.

"Give me one good reason."

It's an excuse to see my –

He was out of his seat and down in front of her before she could even finish.

Sighing slightly, she looked out the window into the gloom as he busied himself between her thighs.

Jackson emerged a few minutes later with a little bit of stickiness on his hands; he went to the bathroom and washed it off.

He contemplated his non-reflective-ness in the mirror.

"How are they able to get me on tape, if I don't even cast a reflection…" he murmured, furrowing his brow. There was a sudden burst of gunfire and the plane rocked violently; he yelped slightly and grabbed at the sink to stop himself from falling over. "What the hell?"

He raced back down the shuddering plane's aisle to Lisa. "What are they – "

"There's a stand-off outside, they started shooting and they've hit the side of the plane!" she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting up. "They might've hit something vital, and next time they might hit the engines! We've got to get all these people out of here!"

He nodded, going over to the back door that was opposite the fighting, and sliding the lock open, letting gravity do the work as it swung open.

Everyone stampeded towards the doors; leaving baggage in the aisles; people tripped and some were almost dragged along by others as they made a mad rush to leave.

Jackson pressed himself back against the wall so he wouldn't be swept along helplessly as if in a river of people; he barely breathed as everyone rushed past him.

He began to feel sick again, light throbbing in his forehead making him dizzy, forcing him to close his eyes and slide down the side of the plane…

To Be Continued…

Bonus Gag Reel:

Director: Okay, give her your pout and those eyes. And...action!

Rippner::pouts:

Actress: Guh. :faints:

Rippner: DAMMIT!

Director: Not again! Cut!