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.
Flashbacks
Dreams
Chapter Four: Beyond Reason
He did his best to suppress the urge to slam his phone into a wall. Instead his grip tightened as he headed for the elevators, he had to get out of here, he had to find Lisa and fast. Why he felt so urgent about it was strictly beyond him, but he knew that despite all his wrong doings, this had to be made right. It just had to be done… but again the reason was beyond him.
The elevator's descent seemed to be taking forever, mostly because on each floor another person or persons had to get on. Jackson did his best to curse under his breath as much as possible as his eyes rolled.
Lisa was worried, the emotion was becoming more and more etched into her features as minutes went by. Just where had Ellen the nurse gone anyways? Glancing at her watch, Lisa let out a groan of frustration and hopped down from the table, "Screw this." Finding the nearest exit sign, the young woman made a beeline straight for it . Once she had escaped the ER, she paused momentarily to make a quick study of the hospital layout map and took off for the front desk, hoping to find some information about her Father and his whereabouts.
DING!
"Finally." Jackson hissed through grinding teeth as he rudely pushed his way through the mob of elevator passengers and strode quickly towards the front of the hospital his body instantly colliding with someone, the collision instantly causing both of them to tumble to the floor, " Son of a b—Lisa?"
Furiously she tossed her hair back, her green eyes darkening as she recognized the voice. In a flash she was on him, her fist flaying, "You bastard! Where is my Father? What did you do with him this time asshole?" She was screaming, tears streaming down her face as she gave her fight all she had.
She was terrified, instantly he captured her wrists and hoisted her up as he stood himself and practically dragged the distraught woman outside of the busy Florida Regional and then tossed her back against an ambulance once the ghost was clear, " Tsk. Tsk my dear. Is that anyway to treat an old friend?"
She took a moment to get her breathing back to normal before she did her best to try and stare him down, a feat not easily executed, " Where. Is. My. Father." Her green eyes were alive with furry and rage as she clenched her fists, her first instinct wanting to fly at him again until he bled.
" I. Don't. Have. Him." Jackson himself was also trying to slow down his respiratory system as he tossed his hair back and met her eyes with his cool blues, " But I know who does and if you want him back you've got to trust me."
" Go to hell." She flew at him, tired of being rational about it and once again began to pound him with her fists.
" Enough!" This time he slammed her back against the ambulance and held her there between the two of them, " And I've been there, it's not the Ritz by any means." And then he made the mistake of breathing in her scent, the intoxicating smell of Lisa Reisert and he felt that once silent desire swell inside him that only she seemed to bring out.
She was confused, he had slammed her roughly against the ambulance, the act had knocked the air from her lungs and now he was suddenly distracted, his features seemed to be growing softer, his face nearer to hers, " Why…" She sucked in a gulp of air, her heart still fluttering for some strange reason, "should I trust you?"
His eyes closed a moment as the tip of his nose brushed her hair. It took every ounce of strength he had to keep from grinning as she stiffened beneath him when he took a sniff of her neck, " Why should you trust me?" He suddenly snapped back to attention and pushed himself off her, " I feel betrayed that you would even ask such a question Leese." In an almost loving manner he tucked her wild hair behind each ear, " After all when have I ever lied to you?"
She frowned, he had a point, "Damn you." Her heart fluttered briefly as he touched her hair, " And somehow I doubt that you and I running into each other back there was merely random Jackson. So get to your point of reason, however twisted it might be." She glared at him, her eyes like two frozen green lakes.
Pushing his hair back from his forehead, Jackson found himself frustrated… in so many ways, " Well it was, but it wasn't." He pulled her to him by her elbow and began walking forward at a quick pace, " There is a point I promise you, but here and now is not the time to discuss it." Briefly he glanced behind them and began to jog, "Why must women always wear heels?" He groaned as Lisa struggled to keep up with him as his pace grew even faster, " I don't suppose you're parked any where nearby?"
" We wear heels so we can shove them into the bad guy's leg." Lisa smirked, " You of all people should know that Jackson." Slowly she shook her head as her smile faded due to the glare she was given, " My car was totaled."
" It was what!" Hearing that he skidded to a halt and pulled her in front of him, " When? How?"
"At three o'clock this morning as I was rushing here to see my Dad who had apparently been brought in with a heart attack." She tossed her head back, forcing most of her hair out of her face, " Some jerk slammed right into me."
"Shit." He lashed out then, his foot connecting with the side of a parked car, " Shit. Shit!" He kicked it again and again, " Son of a fu--"
"Whoa." Suddenly she placed herself between him and the car, " What is going on Jackson?" She had never seen him like this before, he was angry, but also scared, " And second of all how in the hell are you alive?" What a time to finally come to that realization.
His hands clenched into fists and then slowly released and before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed her and placed his lips softly against hers, his hands running through her hair, " I'm sorry…" He whispered between fervent kisses, " About all this… it's my fault… I never should've…"
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
His kisses were mild, gentle and caring. At first She was shocked and quite surprised at this sudden display of affection, she also felt slightly sick to her stomach but then that passed as she found herself placing her hands on each side of his face and pulling his face closer to her own, " Your… phone…it's..."
He silenced her quickly with his lips as his tongue slid across hers asking for entrance, she slowly melted and his tongue began a slow dance whit hers until that sound brought him back to earth, " I know…" He breathed and reluctantly pulled away, the dazed look on her features mirroring his own, " Rippner here."
" Bravo. Such a well played reunion." Came the voice on the other end, " I really didn't want to stop it, but in broad daylight Jack my boy? Really even you are more romantic then the side of a van."
His eyes narrowed, the coolness of then growing by the second, " Get. To. The. Point." He hissed into the phone, his knuckles once again growing white from the tight grip he had on it.
Meanwhile Lisa watched on, her mind desperately trying to piece herself back together after Jackson's onslaught of affection, but she had a funny feeling she would never be the same after this. But the look on his features made her blood run cold… it was so hateful.
" The point?" The voice laughed heartily, " I need to speak with your lovely companion."
"Why?"
" It is strictly none of your business." The voice snapped.
He said nothing, he didn't have to, his eyes spoke clearly for him as he held the phone out to Lisa. For a moment their eyes locked and she felt herself recoil slightly and she took the phone from him and placed it to her ear, " This is Lisa."
" You sound as lovely as you look my dear." The voice became smooth, silky and misleading, " Does your head feel better?"
Her eyes instantly narrowed, " What do you care?"
" I do, more then you think I do." The voice smiled, " But that is beside the point, I have spared your life for an important reason. You see I have something dear to you, but in order to get it back--"
"My Father… you have--"
"BUT! In order to get it back you must help my old boy Jack there complete a particular task. Do you think you can kill another human being…" there was a small pause for effect, " one that has never done anything to you?"
She froze in place, she wanted to be sick right there. Instantly her body started shaking, her fingers almost dropping the phone as she placed a slender hand over her mouth to hold back any sobs, " I… I…" It was just like before, only this time she had a strange suspicion that she wasn't the only one being controlled by this, "I… Oh G--"
"DON'T SAY THAT NAME!" The voice screamed into her ear as she reeled back, her eyes widening, " Never, ever say that word, that name in my presence!"
Quickly Jackson snatched the phone from Lisa and frowned as she slumped against the van and began to cry as she had that fateful night on the plane, " What. Did. You. Say. To Her? You son of a bitch."
"Not much really, only that she helps you or her loving Father dies, as does she and you."
"Bastard."
" Thank you, but before this becomes even more of a devilish pickle, I suggest, you find a suitable vehicle, steal it and be on your merry way to the Miami airport. There you will go to the desk for the same flight company as was your redeye and give them Her name. Two tickets and further information will be awaiting you." There seemed to be a distinctive hint of cruelty in Sir's voice now, " You have two hours to reach this point." He laughed, " Remember I'm watching you."
With those final four words, the line went dead and Jackson curtly closed his phone and grabbed Lisa's arm, " Pull it together Leese." He said sharply, " Otherwise you're going to kill dear old Dad and we really don't want that now do we?" Of course he had left out the detail about if they fail they all die.
Furiously she shook her head no and adjusted her black slacks and her powder blue shirt as she tore her arm from Jackson's hand, "What do we have to do?"
" Not much at the moment, just steal a car." He grinned a little at his own sarcasm.
End of Chapter Four
AN: Okay, sorry about taking so long with an update. Sure I only work three days a week, but I've got to get used to working ten hours each of those three days… so yeah, hopefully I'll update a little quicker, but none the less expect updates every week to two weeks okay?
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