Sweet Surrender

Discord Marie

Disclaimer: I own nothing Red Eye related.

A/N: Five months after the terrifying ordeal that took place on the Red Eye, Jackson Rippner decides to check on his girl. Jackson/Lisa

I'm kind of depressed that after one day of being introduced and I only have one review… That is lame. I don't write for the reviews, but I was hoping to get some kind of response on whether I should continue or not. This story wasn't even supposed to go on as long as it has except more and more ideas keep coming to mind.

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Lisa squinted against the light that shined onto her. She tried to cover her face, but her hands felt like they were filled with lead weights. Trying to take in her surroundings only seemed to invoke a nauseous feeling, like a hangover. This wasn't her apartment and this definitely was not her bed.

"Ah look who has decided to join," Jackson said holding a glass of water out to Lisa. She eagerly accepted the drink.

"W-what," Lisa tried to ask a question but the sedative was still having an affect on her.

"Lisa, for your protection I have brought you to where I work. This is one of the many properties my company owns. I have a room next to yours. No, this is not where I live, but being a work-a-holic like you, I often sleep here," Jackson explained running his fingers through Lisa's hair absent-mindedly. Lisa was sure Jackson wasn't aware of what he was doing and how comforting it was.

"Now I didn't tell anyone else that I brought you here for your safety. I convinced most people that I am going to use you in a job," Jackson continued.

"Why should I trust you?" Lisa demanded her voice sounding a little gravelly.

"You shouldn't trust me. But you know I never lie to you," he responded standing up and walking towards the door.

Lisa thought about what Jackson had told her. She knew that while he may be a killer, at least she knew him and had already beaten him. The other people that had a contract on her, Lisa hadn't even thought about. The enemy you know is better then the one you don't she reasoned. But that was not Lisa's only reason for deciding to stay; she wanted to be near Jackson, despite all that he had done to her.

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It did not take Lisa very long to discover that her clothes and toiletries were already there. She was delighted by how nice the bathroom was in contrast to the bedroom. While in her room it was basic necessities, but the bathroom was ornate with a large Jacuzzi-sized bathtub, a shower stall, toilet, and a powder-room area.

Lisa decided to take a shower and wash the blood that was now crusted onto her skin from the hit man in the parking lot. She loved the feel of the hot water beating down onto her relaxing her tense muscles. Taking her time in the shower she stayed in until her fingers wrinkled.

Drying off with a fresh and fluffy towel, Lisa wrapped the towel around herself and looked over the clothes Jackson provided for her. They were not her clothes, but outfits that he picked out for her. Deciding on a cream-colored tank top and pale pink dorm pants to sleep in she took in her appearance and was surprised at how well her pajamas fit.

Lisa walked back into her room and jumped out of her skin. Jackson was sitting on her bed waiting for her.

"Did you make sure to clean behind your ears?" he asked with that patented smirk of his.

"I forgot to ask how your neck was feeling?" Lisa replied glaring at him.

A rush of anger flooded Jackson as he looked at Lisa. Two could play that game.

"Speaking of scars, I wouldn't mind getting a second look at yours," he replied with a devilish grin.

Lisa quickly closed the distance between them and slapped Jackson as hard as she could. Jackson's head snapped to the right with her blow and he returned in kind. Standing up so that Lisa knew how much more imposing a figure he really made. Jackson slapped her across the face as well, sending her reeling to the floor. Lisa glared up at him.

"Leese, I only hit you as hard as you hit me. But if you really want something to hold against me, I could hit harder," Jackson said looking like the picture of civility.

"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Lisa asked accusingly.

"I do not believe in hitting women, Lisa, but I will not hesitate to hit back. So if you would be a good little girl you wouldn't end up hurting so much," Jackson explained.

"Go to hell," was all Lisa could think to say. It wasn't a great comeback but her head felt like it was about to explode from his hit.

"Sorry you are still inclined to being so disagreeable," and with that Jackson walked out of her room.

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