How Could This Happen?

Author's Note: This is a Jackson/Lisa story, but not in the sense that you'd think. I hope you like it. It just came out of my head when I was listening to the Saturday Night Open House Party on 97ZOK, so...that's basically the premise. Also, sorry if Lisa is a little OOC; she's gotta be for this story to work. Same for Jackson.

Disclaimer: I think we all know what I do and don't own, right?

Summary: 5 months after the Red Eye flight, Lisa runs into Jackson at a nightclub when both of them are drunk. But what happens next? Lisa/Jackson!

Chapter 1: The Club

Lisa walked over to the bar and ordered a beer. She guzzled it and ordered another. Before she knew it, she was drunk. She walked away from the bar and ran into someone.

"Oh, sorry!" She said. "I didn't see you there." She looked at who she had bumped into and gasped. "What are you doing here!" she asked, startled. Her words slurred a little from being so drunk. Jackson Rippner was standing in front of her.

"I was about to ask you the same thing."Jackson said. "I thought you didn't drink. Or go anywhere else by yourself anymore, that is." His words slurred, and Lisa could tell that he was drunk.

Suddenly, her reckless side came through. (A/n: Yes, she has one. I think that she had a bit of one in the movie, so she's getting one now.) "Oh, screw it!" She laughed and pulled him out to the dance floor. Jackson laughed as they started dancing. "Yeah!" came on, and they started grinding. She turned around and started kissing him. Jackson hungrily kissed her back.

The next day...

Lisa woke up with a pounding hangover. That's the last time I have that much to drink! she thought, sitting up. She looked around, confused. Wait, this isn't my room! The room was blue with a desk and chair in it. There was a widescreen TV in the corner. Wait, I didn't...did I? she thought. She looked over at the other side of the bed and screamed.

Jackson woke up quickly, only to get hit on the head with a broom. (A/N: He was cleaning his room before he went to the club.) "Ow! What the hell!"he asked. Then he looked over at Lisa, who was still screaming. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Lisa glared at him. "What do you mean, what am I doing here? I assume you brought me here." Then she stopped, thinking about the previous night. "Oh crap! I willingly came here! You deliberately(Sp?) took advantage of me! You lured me here!"

Jackson laughed. "What do you mean, I lured you here? I was drunk, too, remember?" He grabbed his boxers and put them on. He started walking around. "I can't believe that we actually did that! What were we thinking!"

"We were drunk, jackass! Do you really think that I would come here with you when I was sober and do that? With you?" Lisa said, angrily. Jackson laughed at her.

"Well, people do strange things when they're drunk." he said, calmly.

"Would you turn around?" Lisa asked. At Jackson's confused look, she said, "I want to get dressed, and I don't want you looking."

Jackson sighed and laughed. "You know, Leese, you should really act more like an adult. You're what, 21?"

"I'm 23. And just do it!" Jackson turned around, laughing. When she was done, Lisa said, "I'm leaving."

"What, already? Don't you want any breakfast?" Jackson asked. Lisa stopped and looked at him.

"Why?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Well, it's only polite, considering what happened was partly my fault." Jackson said, getting slightly frustrated.

"I'm not hungry." Lisa said, even though she was. Suddenly her stomach gave a really loud growl. Jackson laughed.
"Okay, maybe I am."

"Come on, have a seat." he said, leading her into the kitchen. Lisa started to gather ingredients when Jackson stopped her. "What are you doing?"

Lisa just looked at him. "I'm making breakfast."

Jackson just laughed, taking the ingerdients from her. "You know, contrary to popular belief, I can cook. Scrambled eggs, right?" Lisa looked at him speechlessly. She slowly turned around and sat down.

I can't believe that I'm actually in Jackson Rippner's house, having breakfast with him! What was I thinking last night? Man, I must have been really drunk! Lisa thought. She looked at him closely while he cooked. He was as handsome as he had been on the plane, but she couldn't think of him as as nice person. Not after what he had tried to do to her. Suddenly she realized something.

"Okay, what's the catch?" she asked. Jackson turned to her, surprised.

"What do you mean, what's the catch?" he asked her, confused. His head throbbed with his massive hangover.

"I mean, what's the catch? You're making me breakfast. Is this part of a plan to kidnap me or something? You wouldn't cook breakfast for me normally. I mean, I did try to kill you." Lisa said, exasperated.

Jackson sighed and turned to face her. He put his hands on the arms of the chair. "Leese, is it so hard to believe that I am a nice person normally?" When Lisa nodded, he stood up and started pacing. "Leese, the only reason I was so mean to you on the plane was because you were a part of the plan to kill Keefe, and I'm mean to people if they're a part of a plan like that. But I was also trying to hide my true feelings about you."

"What d you mean, your true feelings about me?" Lisa asked. "Did you have a crush on me or something?"

"Actually..." Jackson began, but Lisa cut him off. "You had a crush on me? Well, that explains everything! Tell me, do you normally slam the girl you have a crush on into walls and try to kill her?" She said, sarcastically. "I can't believe that! Why would you have a crush on me?"

"Take a look in the mirror, Lisa. You're beautiful. And you're a geniunely nice and friendly person. What guy wouldn't have a crush on you? But, if you want nothing to do with me because of last night...Well, then, I understand." Jackson said, slightly downhearted.

Lisa said, "Oh, don't worry. After breakfast, I'm not talking to you again."

Jackson said, "Fine, fine. I understand. But if you ever want to talk to me again, I'll be here."

Lisa laughed. "Like I'd ever want to talk to you alone! The only reason I'm here now is because I got drunk and came home with you!" She was going to continue, but Jackson put a plate of eggs and hash browns on the table in front of her.

"Breakfast is served." he said, sitting down. "You like hash browns, right?" Lisa nodded. "Well," Jackson said, "bon appetit."

TBC...

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