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.

7:23 am.

Wednesday.

By the time Jackson had stumbled to his feet, he was totally sick. Everyone was out of the plane, but he hadn't seen Lisa go past him.

"Lisa!" he called out, stopping to retch and cough up a large, sopping wet amount of…stuff.

"Fucking hell…" he whispered. It looked like he'd hacked up a piece of his lung. Shaking his head and shuddering, he stumbled down the aisles, calling out her name every so often.

Eventually his legs gave out and he ended up crawling on his hands and knees.

The plane rocked and shuddered with stray gunfire, there was a series of loud bangs and suddenly the plane was filled with fire and smoke.

"Lisa!" he yelled, practically dragging his body along the aisles. "Lisa…"

Suddenly he reached out and felt warm, shaking flesh. "Lisa?"

"Jack!" she coughed, grabbing his hand. He could barely make out her face; his vision was a dark, murky red. "Your eyes are bleeding!"

His capillaries must have burst behind his eyes. That would explain it.

"You have to get out of here!" he spluttered, spitting up blood and bits of his internal organs.

Lisa let out a choked cry and struggled. "I'm trapped! My legs are stuck under baggage and I think my left arm is broken!"

He looked at it through the gloom of his vision. It swam. Her arm hung at an odd angle, she was bleeding as well. "Shit. I can't – " he coughed up another large chunk of something. "I can't move the baggage!"

"You have to try!" she protested, struggling with her one good arm.

He dragged himself around to her legs, pushing bags and packages off her, growing weaker by the minute. Finally he shoved the last box off and she struggled to her knees.

It was his turn to collapse, though, and he managed to hack up another large piece of organ.

She sobbed softly, grabbing him round his chest under his arms with her good right arm, dragging him towards the door. It seemed so far away, such a long way off.

"Jack, Jack, say something, keep talking!" she protested, praying that he couldn't die again.

"Say what?" he managed, voice thick and wet with blood.

"I don't know, just something!" she said, crawling forward, inch by inch, under the smoke and flames. Her skin felt oily and greasy, and she could smell fuel leaking.

"Shit, Jackson, the plane's gonna blow any minute…" she yelled, doubling her efforts. It felt like she was crawling through miles and miles of tar; her limbs felt heavy and she coughed, shaking her head and closing her eyes for a minute.

"No! Don't…don't you stop…don't you stop for a minute, Leese." he rasped. "You have to get out. Leave me, I'm already dead. Nothing worse can happen to me. You need…you need to get out."

"I'm not leaving you here!" she protested, dragging them another foot before pausing to take a breath. They were still so far away from the exit.

"Lisa if you don't drop me and hurry, this plane is going to go up and take you with it!"

"We can make it, I know we can." Somehow, his protests were giving her the strength she needed. She managed to crawl faster; they were less than three feet away from the door when the plane gave another vicious rocking motion and something blew behind them. A wave of intense heat rocketed through the plane, and Lisa screamed in pain as she felt it hit her exposed skin, crisping her flesh.

"Drop me and GO!" Jackson roared, trying to fight with her and get her to go on without him.
"No not leaving you." she protested weakly, struggling the final few feet, the door was so close, so close, so close, yes, it was right in front of her, right in front of them, she pushed Jackson out and slid forward and –

A huge explosion rocked the tarmac. The 767 could take no more hits, and finally exploded in a huge ball of fire.

To Be Concluded!