Hey! This is just a little one-shot that I thought up all of a sudden. Enjoy. Oh, and please R&R!

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She hated to be the cause of all this, but what choice did she have? He was going to kill her if she didn't do it to him first.

Lisa looked around the cemetery. Reporters, women, some men that looked like they were in the 'Organisation', as Jackson had called it, and even her psychiatrist! What was he doing here? There were a few women (besides the female reporters), but she had expected that. It wasn't like she was the first one to be wooed by him. She looked at the sluts (or, that's what image they portrayed to her). All of them had a sad expression on their face. Some looked slightly relieved that he was gone, but all of them seemed to be mourning him all the same. That was how she felt right now. She was the cause of all this.

She watched them lower the coffin that held Jackson. After all, people like him should belong there. He had been like Satan himself, so what better place for him than below the earth? While the last few prayers were said, she looked once again at the crowd. But she couldn't see any sort of family. Even if Jackson had killed his parents, there should have at least been aunts or uncles, grandparents, siblings, something! It wasn't like he murdered everyone, now was it? Before she could think of anything else, she was rudely awakened from her thoughts by loud wailing. It was the women. Lisa now wished that she had been the only one to have fallen for him. The pain…

Just to get away from it, she made her way to the psychiatrist. Again, why was he here? He saw her from about a metre away.

'Hey…' she said, trying to sound miserable. It obviously didn't work, by the look in his eyes.

'Hey… I thought you might be here' he replied.

'So, why are you here?'

'I was just…in the neighbourhood'

'Likely story…Come on, spill!' she smiled.

'It's best not to, Lisa…'

'I'll just keep pressing you…' she smirked mischievously, in a sort of sing-song voice.

'No…'

She shot him the puppy-dog pout. She knew that always worked on him.

'Fine… He's a relation of mine, let's say…' he surrendered.

'Relation?'

'Yep…' he simply replied, not wanting to go any further. Unfortunately, Lisa did.

'What, you a cousin or something?' she asked.

No…'

'Well, you're not Grandpa…'

'Oh, screw you…' he smiled.

Lisa watched the others. She had come alone, but there were still too many people for her liking. She accepted the fact that there needed to be a minister and there3 would be other ladies (even the odd few associates), but journalists? Hadn't the media already had their fair share of the action? Thankfully, the only ones giving statements were a few limelight-hogging sluts. Somehow, they all looked the same; short skirts, revealing tops… The usual. How Jackson could have stood his job was beyond her. Maybe he was what she had recently thought of him as; a slut.

'He was my brother…' He finally said.

'You, his brother? Okay, I can see where you get the looks from, but you have different names. Rippner, Crane. Not exactly the best match…' she uttered.

'You'll get it out of me someway, so here it is: I never really wanted to have the same name as the guy that killed my parents, so I had it changed…'

Lisa just stood there, mouth open. Well, at least she knew that Jackson had family here.

'Oh…' she just said.

'Yeah, and right now, you need to be heading home. If his co-workers, as they are, see you, they'll want your head. Believe me, I know that from a personal experience…'

She finally snapped out of her trance. She took his word and left.

Yeah, I know it leaves a lot, but I really don't know what else to put unless I want to make it a chapter fic. And you know how I am with those…