Sometimes…

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Summary: Lisa's moving on but a strange game of chance gets in the way. After someone attempts to murder her, she is reunited with Jackson, yet this time he holds control over her, despite her best efforts.

Chapter One

The first month was the hardest for Lisa Reisert. Jackson Rippner, the man who had terrorized her aboard flight 1019, the red-eye from Texas to Miami, was in the hospital recovering. The DA had yet to fill any formal charges against him and it was being to look like the charming assassination manager would walk without as much as a slap on the wrist. Lisa had lost her job at the hotel, leaving her job-less and no other employer was willing to hire her until the mess surrounding the Keefe assassination attempt was cleaned up.

She spent her new accumulated free time training herself to beat Jackson, should he dare to come after her again. He had said that he would and Jackson Rippner always kept his promises. She was not afraid of him—far from it—but she was determined to be prepared to face him again and she would finally kill him this time if the need be.

Lisa was not a killer but she was not going to let him kill her.

She ran every day and the slap-slap of her new sneakers against the hard pavement soothed her frazzled nerves and reminded her that she was alive. She refused to back down and become a loner or to be even mildly worried about Jackson. Her father was worried every day and he had begged her to move back into his house. She had refused and continued to live in her apartment.

She ran in the morning, despite whatever lack of sleep she was fighting from the night before. She had developed insomnia, which she reasoned would come in handy should Jackson return.

In the afternoon, she worked at either a firing range with a newly bought and registered gun—a .45 that she kept with her at all times thanks to the concealed weapons permit that she had—or took a self-defense class.

She was prepared for anything that Jackson might care to throw at her. She could even kill him a pen now. It was shame that she had not thought to drive the monster pen farther into his throat until he died…. Or even picked another spot to stab him—such as the jugular or maybe even his cold blackened heart.

To think that she had once trusted him and even had feelings for him made Lisa want to throw up. How could she have been so stupid? Hadn't the parking lot incident taught her anything? All men were slime, especially the charming ones like Jackson Rippner. They all wanted control and wanted to dominate woman. That's what rape was—a domination of a woman and a way to make her feel helpless.

Jackson had tried to make her feel helpless but his plan had backfired and she had landed him in the hospital. At first she had felt pity for nearly killing him, but as each day went by, she became more and more convinced that she should not care because he would have killed her in a second with no remorse or pity for her. He would not have thought twice.

She had wanted Jackson to be a nice man, she really had. Yet, after the near-strangulation in the confined airplane bathroom, Lisa had known that there was no future between them. He was a ruthless man with a job who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. As long as the phone call was made, he did not care what happened to her.

But, her mind always screamed at her. But he seemed concerned when he noticed that awful scar.

That one moment, even when coupled with the nice airport Jackson was not enough to make her change her mind about Jackson. Jackson Rippner was scum, no even lower than that. He was scum on the scum of the slime and deserved to die.

If she had her way, Jackson Rippner would soon be buried six feet under, no longer able to terrorize and control anyone. Then she could finally forget about him. She could stop dreaming about him at night, stopping wishing that he had been anything else except a manager and that they could have met under different circumstances.

But that was all just a dream and Lisa Reisert lived in the real world. And in the real world, Jackson Rippner needed to be, like all types of scum, eradicated.

Author's Notes:

I have about five or six new Red Eye fics I'm working on, but this one's the only one that's ready to go. I'm hoping that this story is a new twist on the wacky relationship that is JacksonLisa. This will probably be JacksonLisa, but I'm not 100 positive either way. Not for a long time though. Enjoy!