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
Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Seriously, I have had a tough weekend at work and my best friend Aimee is leaving Alaska tonight and moving to the other side of the country. I have been drinking to try and feel better, but then when I would sit down to write, nothing came out. So now that Aimee is gone, I'm not drinking until this story is finished. I feel like I let everyone down, when I couldn't think in the Red Eye mind frame.
This is a small update, I know. But I promise the next one will be better. I didn't have time to write at all this weekend. And I promised an update on Monday. If I get time I'll post another chapter tonight. I owe you all a good story.
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"Love makes me treat you the way that I do. Gee, baby ain't I good to you?" Lisa sang as she walked down the halls looking for Jackson. Instead she spotted the familiar young man who had the unfortunate job of always interrupting Jackson when he was with her.
"Hey, I didn't catch your name," Lisa said walking up to the boy who looked to be in his late teens.
"My name?" he asked looking baffled, "I'm Shane,"
"Hi, Shane, I'm-"
"Ms. Reisert," Shane interrupted trying to remain formal.
"Lisa," she finished casually, with a warm smile.
"I'm really not supposed to be talking with you," Shane said looking around.
"How old are you, Shane?" Lisa asked.
"Twenty. Does Jackson Rippner know that you are freely wandering around?" Shane asked running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.
"Actually, I was looking for Jackson. Do you know where I might find him?" Lisa asked.
"Go back to your room, Lisa. Please just listen to me on this one," requested Shane. Without waiting for her reply or even to see if she would listen to him, Shane took off down the stairs.
Lisa decided to listen to Shane and walked back to her room. Again she heard Jackson before she saw him and decided a little eavesdropping never hurt.
"I'll take care of her," Jackson said, trying to persuade someone.
"See that you do. The company no longer wants to have dealings with Ms. Reisert, because she brings nothing but trouble," a very polished sounding male voice said.
"I understand, Val," Jackson replied.
"See that you take care of her," the second man replied, before footsteps faded to silence.
Lisa was seething with hatred at that point as she silently stood around the corner. So he planned to kill her after all. Jackson wasn't really falling in love in with her. Lisa felt stupid for thinking a cold-blooded assassin would fall for her. She was not going to die without one hell of a fight.
Knocking lightly on Jackson's bedroom door, Lisa waited impatiently for him to answer. "Jackson it's me, Leese. Can I come in?" She asked sweetly.
"Lisa," Jackson greeted opening his door for her to enter. Jackson's shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open and Lisa stared at his lean muscles, smooth skin, and the scars that she had put there five months ago.
"You bastard. You were going to take me out," Lisa declared accusingly.
"Leese lets try to use our indoor voices. What are you talking about?" Jackson asked calmly.
"Don't lie, you planned on killing me! You made me think you had feelings for me!" Lisa screamed out.
Lisa grabbed the wooden desk chair and hit Jackson with it as hard as she could. Lisa felt a brief satisfaction when part of the chair broke upon impact. Jackson staggered back, but quickly reached for Lisa grabbing her by her neck and shoving Lisa against the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of her.
"That was slightly aggressive," Jackson, said his voice sounding dangerous, squeezing her neck a bit tighter.
"Fuck. You. Jack," Lisa managed to wheeze, before she blacked out.
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Special thank you to: BregoBeauty, Laurenmlbc, playnirvana24, trinity-matrix-13, The Phantomess,
No One Mourns the Wicked: Ah yes! That is why I wrote this story, because I see Jackson as the scary possessive type. And that gives me all kinds of obsessive and happy moments. At work, I think of what would the characters actually do.
Evergreen702: I'm terrible at work, because I do whatever I want and they can't fire me, because I'm one of their best employees. So when I'm not writing fanfic, I'm thinking about what could possibly happen next in the story to keep it interesting.
LolaQ: Creepy, hmm? I didn't think I presented Jackson as creepy, but I guess you're right. I don't find any of his sadistic behavior creepy or even bad, but then the perspective I have on things is a little twisted. But that was what made me love the movie and the characters so much. I could see the potential for a twisted relationship.