Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye or any of its original characters, setting, or plot. However I do own any new characters that I may add to this fanfic.

Summary: what if Jackson Rippner wasn't an assassin? And what would happen when he and Lisa first met.

Sorry it's taken me a long time to post this next chapter. I couldn't really think of much to write for this chapter at the time, and my dad has been busy on the computer for the past week. Hope you enjoy this one.

Chapter 7: During the car ride.

As Jackson pulled into the Lisa's driveway, he quickly checked his appearance in his rear-view mirror. Hmm, open shirt collar? Check. Hmm aftershave? Check. Soft hair? Check. Wallet? Check. Driver's-license? Check. Condoms? Nope not here, ok well it's only the first date, won't need them anyway.

As Jack went over his mental checklist to make sure everything was perfect, Lisa was trying to pick which dress to wear. "Dad?"

"Yeah Lisa?"

"Which dress should I wear, I mean, I like the red one, it adds se… attractiveness, But the black one shows off my slim form way better, and show I'm very mature as well. Which do you think would be best?"

"Hmm, I'd go with the black one. It does show off your slim form very well, and has "mature" written all over it, and it also says "don't you think you'll get me in your bed so easily buddy."

"Dad" cried Lisa, shocked as he made that statement. Her Dad then walked out her bedroom door, and Lisa quickly got into her dress.

Meanwhile, Jackson took another glance at his checklist in his head and then got out of his car and rang the doorbell. Joe Reisert answered the door.

"Hello Mr. Reisert." Jackson said greetingly, extending his hand. Mr. Reisert took it.

"Hello Jackson. Come on in, Lisa just getting ready."

"Thank you sir." Replied Jackson, as he stepped into the front hall, he closed the door behind, him, and when he turned around, he noticed that Joe was looking at him, with anger written all over his face.

"I don't have to say anything to you to make you realize how badly I will hurt you if you do anything to my daughter, do I?' Asked Joe as he starred at Jackson with a raised eyebrow.

"No sir." Replied Jackson, as he began to tremble a bit with fear after the way Joe looked him. Lisa then began her way down the stairs, and the minute Jackson saw her his jaw immediately dropped.

"Wow, Lisa you look… Amazingly beautiful this evening." Said Jackson as he realized he was beginning to sound childish, then got back to a serious, polite tone.

"Thank you." Replied Lisa, as she reached Jackson. Jackson then remembered the roses behind his back.

"Oh, these are for you." He said as he pulled the Roses from behind him and handed them to Lisa.

Oh, Thank you, they're beautiful." Replied Lisa.

"I'll go put them in some water for you Leese, you two had better get going. Have her home by 11:30 please."

"I won't have her home a second later sir." Replied Jackson. Lisa started to get her coat on. "Here let me help you with that Leese." Said Jackson has he helped her put her coat on.

"Thank you." She replied, turning around and ending up with her face only inches away from Jackson's.

"No problem." He said as he moved in a bit closer, but before they lips touched Lisa stopped them.

"We should get going." She said as she opened the door and walked out.

"Your right." Said Jackson as he followed her to the car. He quickly rushed to her side and opened her door for her.

"Thank you." She said smiling at him.

"No problem." Jackson then climbed into his side of the car, and started the engine.

"So were are we going?" Asked Lisa.

"East Side Mario's. Unless of course you have a gluten allergy, then I can always take you someplace else.

"Oh no, no, East Side Marios is good, I love their garlic bread, and their Fettuccini Alfredo. Best pasta I've ever had."

"Hmm, interesting, I love their garlic bread, but their pasta… not the best I've tasted. But their pizza is phenomenal." After a long pause Jackson turned on his stereo, only to hear the song "The Show Must Go On" by Queen. Jackson begins to sing along.

"Empty spaces- what are we living for? Abandoned places- I guess we know the score.

On and on, does anyone know what we are striving for? Another Hero, another massacre, behind the curtain in the pantomime. Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore? The Show must go on…" Jackson stopped singing and faced Lisa, who was giving him a weird look. "What?" asked Jackson.

"Nothing, nothing." Replied Lisa, as she giggled a bit.

"Then why the hell are you giggling, and why were you looking at me like that?" asked Jackson.

"I'm sorry but you looked so silly, and you were also very terrible at singing that song."

Replied Lisa.

"Well, if I'm so terrible, then lets hear you sing it."

"I don't think so."

"Why not"

"I don't like singing in front of people."

"Ok, then lets make a deal. You don't criticize my singing, than I won't force you to sing in front of anyone. Deal?" Asked Jackson, as he handed his hand to her.

"Deal" she replied taking his hand, and shaking it. Then Jackson and Lisa continued off to East Side Marios.