Hello everyone!

So, I have to admit that I don't really like this chapter. It's very short (sorry! I swear I'll make the next chapter longer) and, I dunno, I just don't think it's very good. Although, mind you, I never think that I anything I write is very good. I may re-write it later.

P.S. The reason it may be kind of sucky (is that a word?) is that I wrote half of it at half past midnight last night (considering that my normal bedtime is around 10), and the other half of it at 7.30 this morning (in the holidays!)

Anyway, enough excuses. Back to the story.

The terror in Jackson's eyes evaporated as he took her in. The glass between them was soundproof, but she could see his lips mouthing 'Lisa?''

She pointed at the chair opposite her. Jackson swaggered up, and as he walked, Lisa could almost see the old, emotionless mask slide back into place. He slid into the chair and gave her a cocky smile before picking up the telephone-like receiver that hung from a wire. He put it to his ear and smirked again.

"Hello, Jackson." she blurted out before he had the chance to say anything. Jackson gave her another arrogant grin before leaning forward and whispering into the receiver, "Is this conversation private?"

Despite the confidence that his entire body was radiating, there was an urgency in his tone that slightly scared Lisa. This wasn't the Jackson that had terrified her on the plane, and, later, in her house. She looked into his eyes and could still slightly make out the fear that she had seen earlier, behind the mask that he had created.

'Are you scared of me?'' she thought, and before she could stop them, she found the words slipping out of her mouth. Jackson scowled.

"Is this conversation private?"

Lisa nodded, then watched as Jackson visibly relaxed. She wasn't sure that she wanted to be here any more. Yes, Jackson was incapacitated (although he wasn't wearing handcuffs, like in the movies), but as for evil... she looked into his eyes again, and she couldn't see it. She could see cool indifference, which she was sure was what he wanted her to see, but she could also see fear, and another emotion that she couldn't quite put her finger on...

"Why are you staring at me?" Jackson growled, and Lisa pulled her gaze away from his, looking at her hands as she felt her face flush.

There was a pause.

"No." said Jackson.

"No what?" questioned Lisa, looking back up.

"I'm not scared... of you." Jackson seemed to have taken a sudden interest in the floor. "I didn't see you. When they told me I had a visitor I assumed..." he looked back up, sharply. "Why did you visit me?"

"I... I don't know," Lisa mumbled. "I... I want to go now."

She stood up, but before she took the receiver from her ear she heard him say "Goodbye, Lisa." There was an odd finality to his tone which made Lisa pause for a split second, before she turned away, shutting out his piercing blue eyes.

She walked out of the room.

Jackson sighed and waited to be escorted back to his cell. He found himself wondering how long it would take for Peter to come.

"Not long now."

How was it? Please let me know!

Also, thank you very, very much to everyone who has reviewed. I love you all, and as soon as I've finished putting this chapter up I will answer all of them.

A very special thanks to emptyvoices - I promise I'll make the next chapter longer!

Laters (why do people say that?),

PJ

P.S. I know now what people mean when they say reviews are addictive! When I recieved the first few I was thinking 'Please be good... Please be good...' but everyone was so nice! showers all reviewers with invisible chocolate bars