Past The Point of No Return
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Redeye, but if I did, I'd own Jackson. insert evil grin here Nor do I own the title either, Andrew Lloyd Webber does. I just thought it would be fitting to this genre.
AN: This story will be rated Mature. Because Jackson is not a nice man, and the situations in this fic won't be either.
Also, sorry it took so long for an update, but I had a family crisis to attend too.
Flashbacks
Dreams
Chapter Two: The End is only the Beginning
"He's coming around."
"Quick, get the doctor in here stat!"
Beep.
Beep.
"Sir please, lay still… the Doctor is on his way."
Sir? Why did that seem so familiar? Jackson blinked rapidly trying to adjust his eyes and take in where the hell he was exactly, "Where the fu…" His eyes caught movement to his right, a needle? What the hell… Instantly his hand reached out and took a hold of the nurse's wrist and twisted it sharply, a smile of satisfaction crossing his lips as he heard the bone break, "Oops."
"Quick! Get the orderlies! Get him restrained!" The Doctor ordered as he stepped in just in time to see what his patient had done, "That wasn't very nice."
"Yes, well I'm not a very nice person." Jackson replied coolly as he felt a sharp stab of pain rush across his chest, "Damnit." He hissed while clutching his chest, "What in the hell have you people done?"
"We've done nothing. Now lie back before you kill yourself." The Doctor ordered as two burly Orderlies entered and forced the young man down, "You were brought in a week ago, you had been shot in the chest. You're lucky, the bullet barely missed your heart." Making sure his patient was held, the Doctor removed a needle full of clear liquid, tapped it and then shot the substance into Jackson's arm.
"What's that…" Jackson questioned, his crystal stare on fire.
"Painkiller." The Doctor explained simply, "Now if you'll behave my Orderlies will let you go." Seeing the dark head of hair move slightly as the man shook his head, the Doctor signaled for the two large white scrub clad men to let go, " Now then, I need to ask you a few questions before the medication effects you fully."
"Ask away."
"Do you know what happened? How you ended up being shot?"
Jackson thought a moment, the task was difficult with the medicine beginning to effect him already as he searched his mind for anything.
His eyes fell onto the gun again as he shook his head, "You know that won't work you dumb son of a bitch. You made me too strong for that to work." Pulling his suit coat open, Jackson held his arms out, "So go ahead, shoot me. I dare you."
"If you insist."
After a moment of playing the fragmented scene in his mind, Jackson simply shook his head, "Not really. I was shot." He answered almost sarcastically, his blue eyes focused intently on the Doctor seated next to his hospital bed.
"So you don't remember?" There was something not quite right about this man, The Doctor thought to himself.
"Sure. Why not." He smirked just a little, the action causing his eyes to do the same.
The Doctor arched a brow, this man was hiding something… he had to be, but what. Shaking his head, the aging physician slowly stood, " We're going to keep you here over night to make sure everything is healed and then you'll be released."
" Sounds good to me Doc." Jackson replied nonchalantly, the anger inside him slowly beginning to cloud his clear gaze with thunderheads. Revenge would be sweet.
Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, Lisa gave a frustrated sigh as she began the tasking process of unpacking. Her green eyes slowly moved around the newly acquired apartment she now had the privilege of owning. It wasn't much, a small living area/dining room, a cramped kitchen and a bedroom, it worked for her but her Father wasn't overly keen about it.
" Here's your last box Leese." Joe said sadly as he sat the box down, " You know that place on Orange street seemed nice." He offered, but he knew she was fine with this… with second best.
" I know Dad, but it was out of my price range." She lifted a hand to stop him from speaking, " And I know you could help me, but I want to do this on my own, I need to live Dad… I need to do it on my own." Seeing the sadness in her Father's eyes, Lisa slowly gathered the man into a hug, " I'll be over every Sunday for Dinner, I promise okay?" She blinked her eyes a few times before pulling away, she didn't want her Father to see her cry, it would only worry him more.
Slowly Joe nodded and put on a smile, " I know. Just call me if you need anything okay…" Fighting his own tears, the man gave a hearty chuckle, " You know, it's moments like this when I wish you weren't so like your Mother…" Sighing, he turned and left, pausing for a moment at the stairs, that pain in his chest was just a little bit worse today.
Once he had closed the door, Lisa finally gave into her emotions and slowly sunk to the floor, " Oh Dad…" She whispered softly, " I'm sorry." Taking a few moments, she wiped her eyes and forced herself to get up, " Come on, get to work." She instructed herself as she flipped on her stereo and began to make her apartment feel like a home. However she paused at the window to watch the hunched form of a dejected man slowly cross the street, get into his car and slowly drive away, " I love you." She smiled sadly as she kissed her fingers and placed them to the glass of the window as the car faded out of sight.
She stood there for a moment or two, a part of her regretting her decision, but in her heart she knew this was the right thing to do, she needed to move on, get on with life and forget. And despite the fact he was her Father and she loved him, she really didn't need him constantly hovering over her night and day… it only made things worse, made her more paranoid.
He had to admit, this was comfortable… for a hospital bed, and the food wasn't too bad either, nor was the company. He liked the pretty nurses that attended to his every wish, he had even apologized to the one, Megan who's wrist he had broken, but mostly he had apologized because she looked like her, like Lisa. Was she safe? Or would He send someone to take care of the loose end he, Jackson had left? Evil was a funny employer indeed, it hated to be beaten by good and yet by law it had to let it sometimes because if not the delicate balance would be disrupted.
However he knew there were other ways of taking care of loose ends, sickness was a popular one, accidents, freak incidents of nature and so on. Problem was, as well as he knew Lisa Reisert inside and out, so did his now ex-employer. They knew as much as he did… if not possibly more through higher connections. Indeed the world he knew was way to interlocked with it's nemesis, it had always bothered him that they had to ask for permission from that Guy before pulling a job.
" Evening Mr Rippner."
It was Megan again, he smiled slowly, " Call me Jackson please." He said almost too nicely as he extended his arm for her, " How is your wrist? Better I do hope." He looked right through her with his crystal gaze.
" Oh… I was lucky. It wasn't too bad of a break." She prepared the needle and tried to hide the fact she was blushing, " This'll sting just a little."
He nodded slowly, thing was he really didn't the painkiller anymore, " Before you actually stick that in my arm again, why don't we chat hm?" He nodded towards the door, " Go lock it, I'd hate to be disturbed." He grinned slyly as he watched her walk away, the way her ass rolled underneath her scrubs when she walked, how the waist hung a little low revealing the straps of her thong.
" I don't think--"
" Ssh now. There's little need to think." He cooed at her, his fingers trailing up and down the soft skin of her arm as she sat down on the side of his bed.
" But your medica---"
" I don't need it." He smiled and took her hand, his fingers working hers on the ties of his hospital gown and then letting her hand trail over bandage on his chest before forcing her to pull it roughly off his body, " That feels better." He grinned as he sat forward and placed his arms around his nervous little nurse, pulling her to him, his lips passing over her lips barely before finding a spot just below her ear as his hands began to explore her curves.
Megan found herself stifling a moan as she felt his hand dip into her pants and over the space between her legs, she felt her body respond and arch against him as his fingers dipped into her core and pulled her more against him, " Jack… Jackson…"
As one hand work on her resolve, his other slowly slipped through her brown locks and down across each breast before lifting her butterfly covered scrub shirt over her head and off her body. Then wasting little time, his lips traveled downwards, his teeth biting hard onto the nipple of her left breast instantly causing her to gasp and press more against him, " Mmm… L--" Suddenly his hands withdrew from her and pushed her away, " Get out."
She stared at him strangely for a moment, her body still on fire from his knowing touches, " L? My name is Megan… with an "M"…" quickly she grabbed her scrub shirt and slipped it back on, cursing herself for having not worn a bra today, " I better call the Doctor… you seem---"
" No." He reached for her, his hand closing around the front of her shirt and yanking her towards him, " You will leave here and forget about this. It never happened, you're not good enough." Letting her go with a push, Jackson quickly reapplied his bandage and glared at the girl, " Now leave before I tell the Doctor you were doing something to a patient shouldn't have been doing." His eyes narrowed dangerously, " It would be such a shame to loose your job over fondling a drugged handsome patient now wouldn't it?" Tapping the needle, Jackson then inserted it into his arm.
" I don't think… you should do that." She moved to help him when he pulled the needle from his arm and flung it towards her, "Shit!" She exclaimed as she ducked quickly, her face growing pale as she observed the needle now embedded in the wall just behind her.
" Excellent reflexes my dear." Jackson grinned with a sleepy yawn, " Now get the hell out, I'm tired."
Shaking with fear, Megan quickly pulled the needle from the wall and left, heading directly for the nurse's station to alert them she would be on the lower floor for the rest of her shift.
Lisa was tossing in her sleep, so far she hadn't had the usual dream… in fact she wasn't dreaming at all. Slowly her eyes opened and she eyed the clock next to her bed, " Three in the morning…" Slowly she sat up, perhaps some eggs would help.
Grabbing her robe, Lisa shuffled into her kitchen and turned on the stove, and grabbed two eggs from her fridge along with the milk.
Ring.
Ring.
" It's three in the morning, who the hell would be calling me at---" She stopped, her hand inches from answering the phone, what if it was him? What if he had found her? Clenching her hand into a fist she slowly dropped it from the phone and waited for the answering machine to pick up.
Sorry you missed me. Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you ASAP.
Beep.
" Miss Reisert. This Florida Regional… your Father has just been brought in with a heart attack."
Beep.
" No… please… no…" Reaching over, Lisa slowly turned off the stove and raced into her bedroom and grabbed some clothes and throwing them on, " No… let him be okay… please… please." Grabbing her keys, Lisa headed out into the night.
End of Chapter Two