A/N So here it is, the next installment in a series of oneshots. If you didn't read the author's note in the first chapter, let me explain . This story is a grouping of oneshots in different points of view all revolving around Lisa and Jackson. None of them are related to the other. They are just different short stories meant to delve a little deeper into the thoughts of Lisa and Jackson.

This particular short story is told through Jackson's eyes as he is recovering in the hospital. It is written a little oddly because of the pain he is in and the drugs being pumped into his body. And now without further ado, I give you….

Winter

Pain. Burning, searing white-hot. Everywhere. Oceans of ice hidden like diamonds behind feverish eyelids.

Help me!

Knives on skin, nightmares stitching him together. She did this. Hate.

How could she?

Predator and prey.

Which was I?

It was all a game. Spinning, spiraling; down, down, down. No more light. Silence.

Where is she?

He would kill her. Love her. Which?

Save Me!

Ice splinters prick his fingertips. An eternal Winter. Eyes of blue lava struggling to be freed. Hospital lights shining false light, blinding, melting ice. Icicles pierce his throat. He dreams of her. Dreams of hate, revenge. And then he dreams of love, caresses, passion. She is beauty, marred by a beast. She is struggling to the surface in an abyss of midnight, trying to build a life that keeps breaking. There are stars in her eyes. He must find her.

"Leese…" whispers a voice not his own.

Love me!