Hi! I'm not dead, honest! I've just been seriously out of ideas... but then I realised that I was scared of sporks (coughHarpie138cough), so I mashed this together. It ain't very good, and it's a little short... and I promise that the next chapter will have more action in. Cross my heart. And it'll be longer. Hopefully.

And the author's note won't have the word 'and' repeated in it as often.

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Lisa stared for a few seconds.

Then she shook her head.

"You're lying".

"No, I'm not. I never lie. Ever." He replied, voice low.

Lisa stood still for another second or two, before turning and exiting the living room. She picked up the medical stuff off the table, walked back and dumped it in Jackson's lap.

He opened his mouth to say something.

"No!" She cut him off, voice a little higher and louder than she would have liked. She composed herself. "No. Get cleaned up. No remarks, no questions."

She untied his hands but not his feet, body tense, preparing herself for some sort of attack.

It didn't come – he sat there, rubbing his wrists and looking at the objects on his lap, not meeting her eyes.

She turned and went into the kitchen.

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"Lisa..." she had to listen to him. He'd make her listen.

She ignored him.

He made as if to get up, before realising that his feet were still tied together.

He shut his eyes, counted to ten.

Then he looked through the stuff that Lisa had given him.

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"Can I have some water?"

Lisa whirled around, almost knocking her coffeemaker off the counter.

"W-Why?"

He held up a small packet, shook it.

"Aspirin. Or do I have to swallow them dry?"

Lisa got a cup – a plastic cup – and filled it with water. She was about to go over and hand it to him, but an idea formulated in her brain.

"Say please."

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"What?"

"You heard me."

He rolled his eyes. They didn't have time for this.

"Just give me the water, Leese..."

"No. Say please."

He bit his lower lip, then swore as pain lanced through his jaw from his bruised mouth.

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She was enjoying this way too much.

"Say it..."

"Fine." He spat. "Please."

"Say it like you mean it..."

"For crying out loud..."

She smirked at him.

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Cold brown eyes surveyed the blue front door, as their owner pulled a slim black object from a concealed pocket.

A gloved hand turned a shiny new key. The door swung slowly open on well-oiled hinges.

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"Come on, just..."

Then Jackson froze, looking at an area just over Lisa's shoulder.

Lisa turned around slowly...

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Whoo. In other news, I just got back about a week ago from the USA. You guys have so much sugar in your food! Seriously. Not that that's a bad thing. And I miss Hot Topic.

Also, I went to the reading festival on Sunday. Apparently I'm in an army. Gerard Way said so, so it must be true...