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"I wish now that I'd saved my jacket." Jackson sighed, his hand clamped over his shoulder as Lisa searched her purse in the dark for a tampon. "Could've used that as binding."

"This works just as well. It's made to absorb blood." Lisa chuckled dryly, finally finding the little package.

"Well aren't you little miss first-aid." he snorted, taking it and pressing it lengthwise into the small, oozing dent in his shoulder. "Let me guess; were you a Girl Scout?"

She laughed a little at that, leaning back against the walls. They were cool and dry, and the room was still as dark as ever, but at least now with her eyes adjusted she could see shapes. "Not telling. A girl's got to keep some secrets."

Jackson raised an eyebrow at her, and then relaxed against the wall next to her. He prodded the still-sleeping Cynthia, a foot or so away, with his foot. "D'you think we should wake her up?"

"Let her sleep." Lisa said quietly, shrugging. "She doesn't need to be awake for this."

Jackson nodded a little. "Sorry I couldn't get any information out of them. They were like robots."

She tilted her head. "Well, maybe it's a sign that you're getting better."

"Getting better? Leese, I'm dead." he pointed out.

She sighed tiredly. "I don't know. I've never had this kind of conversation with a ghost before."

Jackson murmured his assent and glanced around the small room again. The ceiling was fairly low, if the level of light above the door was any indication. He'd paced the length before, it was big enough to lie down in any direction but you would feel at least one wall.

"So, are you hostages…?" he murmured, looking at Lisa. "Wish I knew."

She was quiet for a moment, and then shivered slightly. It was beginning to get a little bit colder. "Jackson?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you still bleeding?"

"Oh – " he checked. "No. It's stopped."

She wrapped the used tampon in its package and put it back. "Well, that's one bit of good news."

"Looks like normal blood, too." Jackson turned his head and tried to smell the wound. "Doesn't smell like any chemicals."

"They must be out of your system by now." she nodded. Then she shivered again. "It's getting cold in here."

"I noticed." Jackson raised his eyebrows, pulling Cynthia closer to their sides, sharing body heat. "We should probably get away from the walls."

Nodding, Lisa helped him lift the other girl gently and sat them in the middle of the room. It wasn't getting any colder, but it was still uncomfortable.

Jackson took off the sweater and wrapped it around Cynthia's upper body to keep the sleeping girl warm. Lisa gave him a strange look.

"But Jack, won't you be – "

He pulled her down into his lap, her back against his chest, sharing heat.

" – oh." she exclaimed, blushing a little and pressing back into his warmth. "How can you still be so warm?"

"Must have something to do with being dead. I wasn't affected by the cold in the airplane, remember? My body temperature is stable." he shrugged, resting an arm casually around her waist.

"Makes sense." she nodded, pulling Cynthia up and feeling her forehead. "She's a bit warmer now."

"And how do you feel?"

"Jackson Rippner, what a loaded question." she smirked, chuckling slightly.

"Loaded question? Me? Perish the thought."

She leaned back a bit more, curling into his warmth. "You feel like a radiator."

"I'd make a pun about 'warm pipes' but you might take it the wrong way."

She felt her cheeks burn. "Stop that. As soon as it starts getting warm again I'm going to get up."

"Mm-hmm. I know you will." he said calmly, nodding slightly and leaning his head on her shoulder.

She shivered again, this time not from the cold but from his breath in her ear. She closed her eyes and sat perfectly still, just listening to his heartbeat.

His heartbeat?

Lisa nearly jumped. "Jackson! Your heart is beating again!"

"What?" he asked in shock. She turned in his lap and pressed two fingers to his neck. Sure enough – his heart was beating. "You've got a pulse!"

His eyes were wide with surprise, but as he checked himself, he realized she was right. "Maybe I am…coming back to life." he whispered, breathlessly, hardly daring to hope it was true.

Lisa felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. If Jackson could come back to life…he could help them more. She grinned slightly and fought the urge to hug him. She had to remember that this was Jackson, who'd tried to kill her and her father.

Oddly enough she didn't have to – Jackson tightened his grip around her waist.

"Jack?" her brow clouded slightly, she tilted her head back to try and look at his face, but she couldn't get a good angle. Her neck was straining too far, so she looked forward again and paused when she realized he'd locked his arms almost protectively over her lower belly.

"Be quiet." he ordered curtly, staying still as a stone. "I can hear them in the other room."

"I can't…"

He fought the urge to clamp a hand over her mouth. Sometimes, women could really be irritating like that. "Shut up. I can hear them on the phone."

Lisa huffed slightly and looked down, keeping an eye on Cynthia's breathing while Jackson listened to the faint voices through the wall. He inched them closer, so that they leaned against the dividing wall, pressing his head as close as he could.

A few minutes later, Jackson tilted his head forward and let out a breath.

"Well?"

"Which news do you want to hear first?"

"Is there any good news?"

"They're not planning to kill either of you."

"Bad news is…?"

"Well, you are hostages. They're not letting you go any time soon."

"So we're safe for now." Lisa said quietly.

He shook his head lightly. "That's not all…"

"What? There's more?"

He gave her a dark look. "I heard them say my name. I don't know what that means, but I heard one of them say it."

Lisa blinked, and then pressed back, tucking herself into his body, both for warmth and a sense of protection, which was rolling off of him in waves. "Probably just going over my history…"

"I don't know. That is what's bothering me." Jackson said quietly.

She sighed lightly, tilting her head forward and closing her eyes, hoping she could sleep, even like this.

With her last conscious thought, she prayed they would be safe.

To be continued…