For Great Justice!

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.

"All right, Jack – you're sleeping in that one." Lisa pointed to the bed nearest the wall which separated the bathroom from the main room.

"All by myself?" he said demurely, unbuttoning his shirt. Lisa turned away quickly, flicking off the lights. It was a difficult thing but she managed not to turn around.

In the darkness of the room, there was only sound and heat; Cynthia was already half-asleep by the time Lisa climbed in beside her friend. Turning over to peer at Jackson, she realized he was watching them.

Pulling the gun out of the drawer she'd put it in, she pointed it at him.

"Don't even think about it, Jack. This thing is still loaded"

He merely raised an eyebrow. "Just thinking about how you two – "

"Oh, knock it off!" she cocked the gun; it clicked loudly in the stillness of the room. "It's because neither of us wants to sleep with you. Ever consider that?"

"Not going to call me an egomaniacal, chauvinist pig?" he chuckled, turning over to face away from her.

It was a long time before Lisa felt calm enough to put the gun down again.

In the morning Cynthia woke up, rolling over to find a gap in the bed beside her. Blinking, she rose up and froze when she spotted Lisa and Jackson tangled in the sheets of the other bed.

Eyes big, she tip-toed over to the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping it wouldn't wake them up.

Unfortunately for her, it did.

Lisa woke up first, and the room's silence exploded into a blood-curdling shriek.

"God dammit, Jackson Rippner! What did I tell you!"

He jolted awake only to stare down the barrel of the gun, which was pointed right between his eyes less than an inch away from his face.

"I didn't do anything!" he yelped, skittering backwards and pressing himself up against the wall. Or at least, he tried. He was far too tangled up to really go far, and it dragged Lisa down on top of him.

The gun flew out of Lisa's hands as she was jerked forwards, and it landed half-way across the room. She landed half-way across his chest, face buried in his neck. Several moments of awkward mashing went by before Lisa finally separated herself from the mess of sheets.

"I'm taking a shower. Ugh. I feel so dirty." she shuddered, speaking her thoughts aloud as she stormed into the bathroom.

Cynthia shared a rather edgy look with Jackson.
He held up his hands in innocence. "I swear, I didn't – "

"She sleepwalks." Cynthia whispered conspiritally as she gazed out the window. "Our car is back…"

Jackson jumped out of bed, hurrying over. "It…hang on." he put his shirt back on, taking the gun and slowly examining every inch of the inside of the car. It was mercifully devoid of invisible assassins. "All clear."

Lisa came out and watched him. She was still irritated and angry, but was calm enough to look Jackson in the face as they all climbed in and she took the wheel. "We'll be back by mid afternoon probably."

"That's good." Cynthia nodded from the back, nervously trailing her fingers over the gun which Lisa had tossed to her from the driver's seat. "They'll be wondering what kept us. I called last night, but…"

Jackson stared out the window as they pulled out of the parking area and drove back onto the highway. "Still. I don't like this whole thing. I didn't find anything wrong with the car, but…"

"I know what you mean." Lisa sighed, adjusting the rearview mirror. "I feel like we're being watched."

"Not just watched…followed." Cynthia said nervously, pointing out a small blue-gray car that had been trailing them for several blocks now.

"What?" Lisa jerked, but Jackson grabbed the wheel to keep them steady.

"Just keep going." he urged in a low voice. "If they suspect we know what they're up to, they might not be content to just follow us any more…"

Taking in a deep breath to steady herself, Lisa narrowed her eyes and upped her speed just slightly on the highway. The car behind them kept pace, not getting any closer, nor lagging behind.

"I…I can't see anyone driving." Cynthia said in an alarmed whisper. "I – I think – "

Suddenly the car sped up – Lisa jerked and reacted, and the whiplash nearly knocked Jackson out of his seat.

"Jesus Christ! Be careful!" he hissed, holding onto the armrests as they weaved through the other cars on the highway to try and avoid being caught up to.

"I don't have time." Lisa snarled, risking a sharp look at him before turning off the highway onto the roads just beyond.

They were followed; she took back roads she knew would be difficult, and Cynthia felt her stomach rebel.

"I'm gonna be sick…" she gritted.

"Just hang on." Lisa hissed, doing a sharp turn – the car behind them didn't have time to catch it. It rammed right through the guard rail and rocketed nearly forty feet into a ditch and crashed hard, nearly exploding into flames.

Lisa kept driving; she could feel the heat behind them, but didn't turn until they'd reached residential roads she knew.

"God…" Cynthia sighed from the back seat. "Don't – don't do that again…"

Jackson didn't say a word. He sat in the passenger seat, hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Jack?" Lisa said quietly, her heart still pounding and adrenalin still coursing through her body. She felt like she'd been tapped into a live wire, wondering just how much shock her body could take before it gave up on her.

"Nothing." he murmured softly, looking ahead, his vague gaze lost in the middle distance. "It's nothing."

To be continued…