Rory finished her message and rinsed off her hands. 15C HAS BOMB. She opened the door and the light began to turn off. She gasped as she saw Jackson in front of her.

"Hiya, Rory," he greeted coldly, spotting her message for help on the wall. He roughly shoved her back inside, and the vacancy sign switched back to Occupied.

"Whatcha doin', Rory?" he asked, his voice low and angry. She shook and tried to fight him as he forced her up against the wall. But it was no use, as he was much bigger and Rory never had been one for lifting weights.

"I hope you've realized that you've just put countless lives in danger by your little stunt," he informed her. Rory jolted in shock.

"Wha-what?"

"Yeah, see, if you don't marry Jess tomorrow, your entire dorm building is rigged to blow."

Rory couldn't speak. Marry Jess? What?

Her dorm. Her friends. Martin, Logan, Paris, Tana, Janet...

"Please, don't," she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please."

"Now, Rory," he wiped the tears from her bright blue eyes. She cringed. "I don't want to. But don't give me reason to."

Rory pulled away from his hand. "Why can't you just leave me alone? Me and Lisa?"

"Must I explain this again?" he sighed impatiently. "Tell you what. When we get to Nice, I'll explain everything to you and Ms. Reisert."

"I get that you need me for Jess," Rory snapped. "But why does Lisa have to be involved."

"Well, you see, my dear, it's a crazy little thing called love."

"Queen," she replied automatically.

"Excuse me?"

"That's a Queen song."

Jackson raised his eyebrows. "My, aren't we educated."

"Damn straight."

"Your mother raised you well, I must admit," he said with bravado. "Where's the daddy?"

Rory looked at him angrily. "None of your business."

"Dead?" he said with no remorse.

"No. He's living with his new family in Boston, if you must know."

"Isn't it a little juvenile of you to be holding a grudge against your dad just because he's getting some with another woman?" Jackson scowled. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm almost twenty. Isn't it a little juvenile for you to threaten women in bathrooms?" she spat at him. The saliva landed near his eye as she raised an arm to slap him. He angrily pinned her arm to the wall above her head. With his other hand he wiped the liquid from his face and onto a paper towel. Then he descended on her, gripping her throat. She sputtered once and her hands clawed at him.

"Watch what you do very carefully, Ms. Gilmore," Jackson threatened. "Lisa learned a while ago that little stunts like those only succeed to further piss me off. I don't care how many rock song lyrics you know, how much Lisa likes you, or how badly Mariano is in love with you, I won't hesitate to inflict pain worse than this. Understand?" he shook her, hands still on her neck. Finally, he released her and she slid against the side of the wall, gasping for air. Jackson patted her cheek.

"Understand?"

She choked. "Ye-yes."

"Peachy." Jackson wiped the soap from the mirror and Rory watched with a sinking heart.

"Well," he straightened his dress shirt and slacks and shot a lazy grin at Rory. "Thanks for the quickie."

She scowled as he opened the door and gestured her out.

As she walked down the aisle, she heard an old woman stop Jackson in the aisle.

"You shall surely burn in hell, you sinner," she snarled. "For corrupting a young girl like that."

Rory almost felt like smiling as Jackson got busted for being in the Mile High Club.

She shakily took her seat next to Jess. He looked at her.

"Better?"

"No," she snapped.

Jackson passed them and glanced at Lisa's empty seat.

"Dammit, Jess, you idiot!"

Jess started. "Wha-what?"

"Where did she go?"

Jess shook his head again in confusion and Jackson took off down the aisle yet again.