Disclaimer: I own no part of Red Eye, and am in no way earning any profit off this story. It is fan fiction, and is written for enjoyment, not monetary gain.
Italics are Lisa's thoughts to Jackson.

The pavement eventually turned into a dirt road, and Lisa gave Jackson a rather skeptical look.

"If you've gotten us lost on purpose…"

"D'you think I want to walk back on foot? Just keep driving." he said, face buried in his map.

She sighed and kept going, turning on her brights.

"Are you insane? Turn those off!" Jackson hissed, making wild gestures with his hands. "You want to get us spotted?"

She turned them off. "Jackson, are we going somewhere we're not supposed to?"

"We're dumping a body!" he nearly squeaked.

"Point taken." she kept driving, wishing her eyes would adjust to the dark quicker.

Eventually they reached a chain-link fence, and beyond it Lisa could see a small shack, and beyond that, a pile with flames.

"It's a pit." Jackson said. "Stop the car. We'll get out here."

She nodded, leaving it idling so they could get out of there quickly if they needed to, and they went round to the back and removed the body and the other bags.

"Ugh. This is just creepy." she shivered slightly, rubbing her arms before hoisting the other bags out. "You take the corpse."

"The dead are left to carry the dead." Jackson rolled his eyes. "The irony would kill me – "

" – If you weren't already dead." Lisa chuckled dryly, walking round the fence to get inside.

The shack was empty but they still were careful. Silently they walked up to the burning pit. Jackson dumped the body-bag in first, and then Lisa tossed the normal garbage bags on top. They watched the plastic melt as oily smoke rose into the air.

"Smells really bad…"

"That would be the carbon." Jackson said dryly. "Mmm. My favorite."

"What?"

"Charred flesh. The blackness? It's carbon."

She gave him a blank look.

"Oh, just because I stayed awake during chemistry class in – "

She was walking back to the car.

"Hey, wait up!"

They were back on the highway with no interference.

"That…was…interesting." Lisa said when she figured she could breathe again. "I just dumped a body…"

"You can do anything now." Jackson shrugged, looking out the window. "God, it's black out there…"

"I can't drive all the way back home like this. I'm tired and in a few hours I'll be totally asleep…"

Jackson unfolded the map. "Motel a few miles off the main road…take the next exit."

She nodded, and when the exit came up, took it. "It has a sign…"

"Ooh, vacancy. Good." he said, as they pulled up to the small motel and got out. The office was still open, a single fat old man sitting behind the desk.

"Yah want a room?" he asked, tapping his pen on the binder.

"Oh, ah, yes. Yes, please." Lisa said, remembering her manners at the last minute.

"Lisa, he's staring at your breasts."

Lots of men do that. If you're going to stick around, you might as well get used to the fact that most people with a Y chromosome talk to my chest.

He sighed and leaned against the desk.

"How long?"

"Just overnight."

"Just you?"
"Yes." she said, fighting the urge to look at Jackson.

"Fifty." he said, holding out a fat palm.

She dug in her purse and pulled out two twenties and a ten, handed it to him.

He reached around, gave her a key, and then she and Jackson went back outside.

Lisa shivered slightly in the cool night air. "Room number ten?"

"It's at the end of the row. Over here." he said, pointing to the door.

It wasn't very nice, but it was a place to stay. TV, dresser, table, bathroom…

"One bed."

"It's a single."

They exchanged looks.

"You should've asked for two."

"But then he would've thought I was crazy or something."

Jackson sighed, stretching slightly and leaning against the dresser. "Well, I'm not sleeping in the car."

"But I'm the one that's driving." Lisa pointed out. "I need a good sleep."

"Well then get in." he rolled his eyes, pushing her slightly.

She had him by his wrists and pinned before he realized it.

"Don't do that." she said, eyes narrowed.

"Uh…right." Jackson raised his eyebrows as she let go and went to the bathroom.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took his shoes off. "Lisa?"

"What?" she came out of the bathroom, taking her own shoes off and crawling under the covers.

"Nothing." he shrugged, sighing.

There was a long moment of awkward silence.

"…Oh, fine. But you're staying on top of the covers."

"Thank you for your boundless hospitality."

"Shut up, Jack, or you'll be spending the night outside."

He was quiet, laying down just on top of the covers, her below.

Lisa found it difficult to try and fall asleep. She was on her side, Jackson at her back, and both were in danger of falling off.

"This isn't going to work." she eventually sighed, rolling over and looking at him in the dark.

He shrugged. "Then what?"
"Oh, just get in." she held up the covers and he got in behind her, spooning her and lifting the covers up. He rested an arm lightly on top of her hip over the covers.

For a dead person, he was surprisingly warm. Gone was the ice-cold feeling of his skin from when she'd first met him on the plane after he died. Then again, he was wearing warmer clothes. Both of them were still fully dressed, but Lisa found the situation oddly intimate. It was…almost scarily…comfortable. Not something she wanted every night of her life, but…just…comfortable. She could deal with this, here and now.

For the moment, she almost considered telling him this, and then he put his arm over her side, pulling her a little closer.

She blinked, and then smiled to herself slightly, resting her hand over his, and drifting off to sleep.

To be continued…