"I'll go find us a seat, if you want to wait in line," Lorelai offered to Lisa as they approached the ice cream stand.

"Sure," Lisa nodded, and Lorelai ran off down the lake coastline. She was soon out of sight as Lisa walked to the vendor.

"A mint chocolate chip cone and a butterscotch ripple, please," she ordered. She took the desserts and stumbled a bit as the lights were extinguished for the fireworks.

"Damn." She searched for ruts and dips in the sand with her feet. Keeping her eyes peeled for Lorelai, she padded along in the darkness. The fireworks began, and she stopped a moment to look at them rather than kill herself getting back to her friend. A sudden calmness filled her as she looked at the colors, and she smiled.

"Enjoying the show, Leese?" Lisa spun around at the bored, too-familiar voice, dropping the ice creams in the sand. She moved to run, her ankles twisting horribly on the sand. Jackson followed her amongst the resonating bangs. No one could hear her screams and if they did, they were written off as marvel of the fireworks.

Her escape took her recklessly to the woods, where she backed herself up against a tree and searched for Jackson, her heart thudding wildly. As she bent her neck to look a further distance, a pair of arms encircled her waist and slammed her back against the wide oak. She screamed as Jackson covered her mouth with his palm.

"Don't say anything if you want Lorelai to live," he threatened, his voice husky. Lisa pushed at his arms but feel still at the threat. "Now, you're going to come with me, no questions asked, or my associate over there won't hesitate to blow her brains out." Lisa proceeded to defiantly attempt to bite his hand but he countered it by smashing his fist into her mouth. She moaned in pain as she began to bleed. Jackson took her cheek.

"Are we understood?" he whispered. Lisa nodded miserably and numbly let him drag her to a nearby car.

Lisa felt as if she were driving to her doom as she sped away. She wiped the drips of blood from her mouth on the edge of her sleeve. She really didn't care if it ruined. After all, she'd probably die soon anyway. She spoke, her voice trembling.

"Where are we going?"

Jackson glanced at her as they hit the exit ramp for the highway. "Don't want to spoil the surprise now, Leese."

Lisa ignored that. "What are you going to do to me? And where's Rory?"

"Wherever the encyclopedic brat is is none of my business," Jackson snapped. "As for 'what I'm going to do to you', again, be surprised."

"Jackson, just don't..." Lisa bit her lip. "Don't kill me right off."

He stared at her bemusedly. "And why not?"

The baby. She couldn't let him hurt her baby. But if she told him, he'd make a special effort to terminate her pregnancy. "Why would you want to?" she improvised hurriedly. "Wouldn't it be more fun for you if you kept me alive longer?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes. But its funny how fast you surrender."

"I'm not surrendering," she raised her head. "I'm buying time."

"I appreciate your honesty," he grinned. "But I doubt Max is going to come to your rescue again."

"I'm not waiting for him to save me," Lisa snapped. "I'm so sick of being a damsel in distress."

"Well, you're definitely a damsel," Jackson mused. "And you're most certainly in distress. So I think you qualify to be rescued by your man of steel."

"Shut up."

"Ooh, good one. But you're right. He's not actually a man of steel, is he," he realized. "Considering how I nearly killed him."

"Just get to the point, Jack," Lisa growled. "Why am I here?"

Jackson didn't answer for a moment. "Have you ever seen a horror movie, Leese?"

"Of course I have."

"Sorry, sorry," he held up a defensive hand. "Just didn't peg you for a girl who liked being scared shitless."

"I didn't peg you for the type to like nachos," Lisa replied pointedly. He shrugged.

"Anyway, in those lovely little bloodfests (good tips, by the way), there is always some common theme," he explained. "The villain is unrelentless in getting what he wants. And in this little episode of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, I'm your villain."

Lisa was mortified. "Are you seriously going to saw me into pieces?"

"Lisa," he sighed irritably. "You're missing the point. You've seen the movie?"

She shook her head. "Not that one, no."

"So you're running by the title?"

"No, dipshit, I'm going by the McDonald's toys," she snapped. "What the hell do you think?"

"In the movie," he carried on, seemingly unnoticing of her scathing sarcasm. "The killer has a whole town on his side. The girl and her friends just can't escape him. He always wins."

"Stop living in a fairy world, Jack. You're a national fugitive."

"Yup," he nodded. "But guess what? There's an incredibly slim chance that anyone outside of Connecticut or Florida will actually know who I am. We get to another state, I get new papers 'because I lost mine'. By the way, start thinking of a new name for me."

"How about Martin McDickhead?" she snarled.

"Hm," he nodded. "Nice ring to it, Barbie McDickhead."

"What?"

"Yeah," he mused. "You'll get new ones, too."

"No," she cried. "You won't get away with this!"

"Oh but Lisa...I think I will."