Chapter Thirteen

One month later.

The smell of fresh blueberries engulfed the small kitchen of Lisa's house. She had recovered from the wound in her side. After they had released her from the hospital, Jackson and her had gone back to her place. Which had made Lisa extremly happy. Her whole life she had worked for what she had recieved, and having a place to call her own, was one of her biggest achievments.

When they had arrived to her house, they had both half expected to meet someone there who was hired to kill them. But fortunatley, they were wrong, and came back to the same, clean house that they had left a little over a month ago. Nothing out of place.

No one but Lisa, knew about Jackson. She hadn't said a word to her father about seeing someone. Scared of the day he would ask who it was. Even when he asked, how was Lisa suppose to explain to her own father that the man who had stolen her heart was the same guy who had tried to kill both him and her not too long ago? There was no way that he would allow it.

The first night Jackson had stayed there, which had been that night, it had been very awkward for both him and Lisa. Jackson didn't do much without asking for permission from Lisa, which had Lisa questioning in her thoughts, wether this was the same Jackson she had meet at the Dallas airport or not. Knowing that it was the same Jackson, she basically granted him all acess of her entire home. It wasn't entirley out of fear, but more out of confussion. Even though, she still had some fear of him in the back of her mind. Jackson had a temper, you didn't need someone to tell you that much.

Flipping over the blueberry pancakes in the small frying pan, Lisa thought back to the night before. Remembering how Jackson had looked, almost like a small child whenever he asked for permision. Quite frankly, Lisa did not like it at all. As much as it pained her to say it, she enjoyed having Jackson hold all the power and control. Maybe I need therapy? She thought to herself.

Jackson had not come down from the room yet. He had gotten up and went directly to the restroom, where he had gotten into a nice hot shower. He too, had been thinking about how weird it felt, to be asking Lisa for approval. But he got over it quickly. Grateful that she was still alive and wanting to be with him. Especially after everything he had put her through.

After slipping on a pair of casual jeans, and a grey tank top, he headed downstairs. He stepped quietly into the kitchen, watching Lisa cook. She was wearing a black, wavy skirt, a white blouse, that the sleeves went down to her elbows, and she was strutting around bare footed. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, but he didn't care. To him, it only made her more beautiful.

Turning around with a plate of pancakes on it, she almost had a heart attack seeing Jackson there at the doorway. She had not expected him to be there, and had not heard him come in. That part about him always made her a little angry at him. He could move around as if he were invisible to the world, and never be heard. But what can you expect from a very well trained assasin.

"Shit!"She shouted, nearly dropping the plate of food."Jack, don't scare me like that!"He just smilled at her, and chuckled a little at her annoyance. Then he walked over to her and took the plate from her. "Here. Let me help you with that."He offered, placing the fluffy, light brown pancakes on the table.

"You don't need to be so...quiet all the time!"Lisa was not about to let Jackson switch the topic that easily.

"Habit."He merely said, kissing her lightly on the temple before pulling a chair out for Lisa.

"Thank you."She told him, a hint of iritation in her tone. Jackson had to bite back a laugh, and quickly took his seat next to her.

They ate silently for a few minutes, enjoying their plate of blueberry pancakes and bacon. Jackson was the first one to break the silence. "Lisa."He said, turning in his chair to face her with his whole body. He took her hand in hiss. And Lisa could feel his nervousness through his slightly shaking hand. Jackson sat there a little longer, not saying anything, just studying her face.

"Yes."She saw his gorgeous blue eyes quickly moving across her face, and it worried her.

"I need to tell you something."He managed to say after a long moment. Which to Lisa, seemed like an eternity. She rose both eyebrows up in confussion."What is it?"

"You have to promise me that you are never going to share this with anyone else but me."He demanded, his eyes peircing right through her. Lisa began to shift in her chair under his gaze, and wanted to somehow hide from it. But knew that it would be an impossible task.

"Jack? What-"She was cutt off by Jackson.

"Promise me, Leese."He wanted to get down to the chase, but needed her word. Even though he trusted her with his life, he had to make sure that she knew how serious this was to him.

"OK...I promise not to tell a soul."She assured him, thinking that whatever he had to say next might just send her into unconciousness. Jackson never talked this way before, and she was absolutley right about what she would do when he finally told her what he was going to say.

"Uh...well I am not really sure how to say this. And I probably shouldn't be telling you this anyways. But I feel that I have to."He continued. Lisa was now very still, but still listened to him."I..am not an assasin. But I am working for the government. Being an assasin, was just undercover work."He paused for a moment, then caught Lisa as she passed out. He held her in his arms for a little longer.

"Well, that went a little better then I expected."Jackson was relieved to have let her know, but he knew she would want to know more as soon as she woke. For now, he was glad that the subject had just a little more time to stay left alone.

Gently rubbing her eyes, she looked around her golden lit room, to find Jackson sitting at her feet. The way the sun hit his body, it made him look even more beautiful then he had ever before. To her, he looked like an angel, but that was almost instantly, pushed aside by reality. And the solid fact of what was happening in her life, brought back everything to her.

"Jackson! What the hell?!" She screamed at him, bolting up from the bed, him following with her. He took her by the shoulders in a weak attempt to calm her. "Lisa, baby. I was gonna tell you sooner or later."He tried to sound calm, but Lisa brushed his hands off of her.

"Jack! People working for the government don't chase you down from an airport to your own family's house then try to kill both them and their loved ones!"Lisa was infuriated, and her skin was boiling. She could remember every time she had been brutally attacked by Jackson, and she was having a hard time containing her rage.

"I know, I know. But I had to do it."He informed her, and before he could explain, she pounced on his case.

"You had to do it?!"She yelled, wanting more than ever, to hit him right then. Her face was burning, and her cheeks were red with anger.

"Yes. Leese. I had to do it."Jackson rasped, then he took Lisa by the arms and roughly sat her down on the nearest chair, which was Lisa's wooden desk chair. He kneeled down to her height, holding her hands down. Knowing she would throw her fists at him if he didn't.

"Let go of me! Jack!"She scolded. Dizziness threatened to take her back into a world of darkness."How could you be forced to do things like you did?!"

"The Company was beging to suspect that I might not be who I appeared to be. They had people following me all over, and I had to somehow lead them to believe I was a trained killer."He tried to explain as best he could. The whole situation was complicated.

"You are a trained killer!"Lisa still refused to calm down, and she was struggling to get her wrists free from his grasp.

"Lisa!"He yelled, forcing her to stop fighting against him. She had almost forgot about Jackson's temper. Her anger had taken over and almost pushed away everything else in her head.

"I would have never killed you."His voice was soft now, and almost regretful.

"What about the time you came at me in my fathers house? Or the time where you tried to kill me at your house? Huh? What about those things Jack?"She hissed, making sure to emphasize on his name he hated so much. But was not shouting as loud as she had been.

"Lisa, we both know that I can get...angry, at points. But I promise you, that I wouldn't have done anything more than made you pass out."Jackson knew that what he was saing was hard for anyone to except, and probably even harder for Lisa. And hearing the way she said his name, made it more harder for him to contain his urge to hurt her.

"Angry?! Jack! That was a hell of a lot more than anger! When I looked into your eyes...there was deffinatly more than anger!"She couldn't believe what he was telling her. But then the nagging thought at the back of her head tried to force her into believing. Why would he be making up shit like this? She thought to herself.

"You have to believe me Lisa. I would have never killed you."Again, he tried to calm her. He knew he had hurt her, and he regreted it. It never should have gotten as far as it had.

"OK."Lisa whispered, trying to take in everything."What are you? Exactly?"

"I'm an undercover agent, working for the government. And I was assigned to go to this terrorist's company, and work as one of them."He felt safe to release Lisa's hands, and he slowly sat down across from her on the bed.

"How long?!"Lisa shouted, then held back her anger, not wanting to find herself pinned under Jackson again, or some other way he would try to restrain her."How long...were you working for them?"

"Three years. The plan worked better then I had expected. After the first year, the whole damn building feared me and no one messed with me."He cooly said, sure that Lisa would not attack him for at least a few more minutes.

"Jack...who wouldn't be afraid of you?"She pushed the matter further, not able to hold back any of her remarks."The bravest man on earth, would cowar if he ever met you. Just looking into your eyes, sends people into a coma that takes every last bit of strength in you to come out of!"She barked.

"Lisa, don't talk to me that way!"He ordered, holding back the urge to leap off the bed and at Lisa. Maybe he got a little too absorbed in his job. Violence was now very easy for him to perform.

Glaring at him, she tried to read his face."How am I suppose to trust your word?"

"You're just going to have to believe me."For a second, Lisa saw him turn cold, just like the heartless assasin she thought was him. But then she saw another side. The side she had seen when he had saved her life just a month ago.

"Undercover?"She muttered, not sure what to say.

"Yes, that is what I said."Jackson was getting a little annoyed, but tried to keep his cool.

"I think you got a little too into your work...Jack!"Lisa frowned, remembering his cold, harsh words he had so easily manipulated her with on the Red Eye to Texas.

He was about to deny it, but realized that she was right. He didn't need to be as cruel as he had been. "Yes, I did get a little to involved in what I was doing. But everyday, I risked my life. I had to make it look like I was for real."

Relaxing a little more, Lisa took in a long, deep breath, releasing it from her lungs slowly."What do you expect me to say?"She asked, but it was more to herself. Lisa held her forehead with her hand, staring down at the carpet. Jackson cautiously got up from the bed and walked over to Lisa, taking her tired body in his arms.

"I don't expect you to say anything, Leese. I just needed to tell you who I really am."He whispered in to her ear, inhaling her beautiful scent. She smelled of lavander, which he knew was the same type of her favorite shampoo.

"Jackson...who you really are?"Lisa brought her head up from the comfort of his breathing chest, and stared up into his eyes. What she saw in them, was all truth."Oh, god."She chocked out, before sliding down to her knees, trying to hold onto Jackson as her legs lost all strength.

He went with her, slowly, helping her to the ground before taking her in his arms again. She wanted to cry, but couldn't. For so long, she had let tears escape her sad green eyes. Too tired to care, and too exhausted to try. She knew Jackson was telling her the truth, and thats what scared her. He was not lying to her, and was really what he was. She was angry with him, and at the same time, grateful for who he claimed to be. He wasn't the heartless assasin that she thought he had been for the last few months.

Angry with him because he had forced her to believe a lie for so long. He had hurt her in the process, numerous amount of times. Then now, he was wanting her to forgive him for lying to her.

And she wanted to forgive him. She loved him, and he loved her. Her whole life, she had hidden herself behind work and family. Jackson had taken her out of that shelter, and was now standing there right in front of her, waiting for her. Finally, after all this time, Lisa was ready to share her life with him.

Closing her eyes, she held on tighter to Jackson. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on top of the head, not pulling his lips away. Letting out a small sigh, glad to have been able to share the one secret, the one thing that needed to come out, to the one he loved, Lisa.

"I never want to hurt you again, Lisa."Jackson vowed, and he slid to lean his back against the wooden leg of the bed for support. Bringing Lisa along with him, resting her drooping head on his chest."I swear to you."

Again, another short chapter. And sorry it took so long to get up. I have started school, and have lately only been able to get on the computer for a couple of hours. Anyways, thank you again for the reviews, and I will try my best to get chapter fourteen up this week. I hope to get more reviews, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. (Sorry that most of it was in dialogue.)