Sorry for the interminable wait, but I've been super-busy, and then saw a commercial for Lost and had that "oh my god, I need to finish my fic!" moment. Again, sorry and enjoy! (BTW, they're still not mine)
P.S. Fun little game- spot the line from the original movie! (note: one word is changed)
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Jackson loomed over Lisa in what he hoped was a threatening manner, waiting for her answer and hoping she wouldn't try to be all "noble." After all, he'd hate having to wreck that pretty face on a rock, and would much prefer having her be his property. She hadn't answered after a few minutes, so he sat down, figuring he could just stare at her until she gave him a response for the sake of making him go away. He had not been expecting her to leap up and run, but that was exactly what she did.
They were both fast runners, but he caught up with her and tackled her halfway down the beach. A group of their fellow islanders were standing nearby, but chose to ignore their beloved leader as he fought viciously against the smaller, weaker woman he'd pinned to the ground.
"I take it you picked death, Leese? More's the pity- I was really looking forward to our wedding. Ah, well, can't win 'em all." He ignored her screams, picked her up, flung her over his shoulder, and was beginning his walk towards the woods when he heard an unfamiliar sound that caused him to stop in his tracks and look up. Even Lisa stopped shrieking.
"Oh my God. Is that a helicopter?" He barely registered her words as he realised with horror that that was indeed a helicopter. Oh, shit. Just when I'd finally civilised these people and come up with a decent law enforcement system. My only hope is that this is some kind of Bermuda Triangle and the helicopter will crash too. Alas, he was incorrect, and the vehicle came to a safe landing on the beach amid the awed islanders.
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Lisa restrained herself from whooping with joy at the sight of the rescuers. She easily slid from the stunned Jackson's arms and ran to join the other castaways who were greeting the search team and trying to explain the situation.
"What took you so long?" The old woman was repeating her question to just about everyone she could find. "We've been here for months!"
"Ma'am, it's been less than a week. We didn't even know there was land here, so we ended up having to search practically the whole Gulf. Convenient that there's this island here, though, or you all would have been doomed. Frankly, I'm impressed that you all managed to survive as well as you did." Lisa expected Jack to come forward and take credit for the success, but all she saw was a quick glimpse of a dishevelled young man slinking towards the rescue copter with the rest of the group. She suppressed a grin. Lord of the Flies comes back to haunt him after all. Poor little Jack, reduced to a pathetic, broken member of the crowd.
As soon as they'd arrived in Miami, Lisa phoned her father, who nearly fainted from the shock of hearing from her again. He'd promised to come pick her up right away, and mentioned that he was bringing someone special. Probably Mom, she'd want to see me and would have come to keep him company while I was gone.
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"Yes, but you may have noticed that I was lost on a fucking island, so I really couldn't have set it up. What did you want me to use, a coconut radio?" Jackson paused to let his boss speak, then continued his rant. "I was not on vacation; I was trying not to be eaten by a lion or a polar bear or something. Listen, I will explain what happened to the client and fix the situation. Just give me one day; you'll be very happy, I promise." He hung up the phone and stalked over to Lisa, who was sitting on a bench, probably waiting for her father. He took a seat next to her and tried to sound as non-threatening as possible.
"Leese, if it's any consolation, I probably wasn't going to throw you over that cliff." She turned to stare at him in disbelief.
"Probably? You mean you probably wouldn't have killed me?" Her disgust showed through in her voice, and she stood up to walk away. Jackson stood with her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her close, kissing her intensely. He had roughly a nanosecond to enjoy the kiss before she slapped him across the face with all her strength, yanking herself away from him. "Pervert! Get away from me!" She stormed off, banging right into her father on the way. "Daddy!" She flung her arms around him, glad to see him safe and healthy, though noticeably worried.
"Lisa, honey, it's so good to see you. I want you to meet someone. This is Dick Farwell, he's… well, this may come as a shock to you, sweetie, but Dick is my lover." Lisa felt her jaw drop. She was trying to decide how to respond when she heard a voice behind her.
"What the hell are you doing here? The boss just called saying you've been missing for a week!" She turned and found Jackson behind her, his rant directed at the man who was now holding her father's hand.
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At the airport restaurant, Jackson had tried to wrap his brain around everything that was happening. The crash, the island, the rescue, Dick being his real father, Dick being Joe Reisert's new boyfriend, needing to fix things with the client by himself, and now needing some way to get home. It was overwhelming, and he decided that that was why he'd agreed to spend the night at Joe's house with the rest of the group when Dick invited him. Lisa had been clearly distressed, but her father had told her something about family unity, and she'd resolved to simply triple-bolt her bedroom door. She had, as he'd learned later, and she'd made her discomfort around him clear until he'd left.
Now he watched her from across the hotel ballroom, noting that every now and then she would glance his way, probably making sure he wasn't planning a takeover of the party. He gave her a grin and a little wave, making her blush and turn away. Oh, my Lisa, always the shy one. He made his way over to her, sneaking up so she wouldn't have a chance to run away from him.
"Nice party, eh, Leese? I've actually never been to Canada before, but it's not bad. The snow's pretty, especially for us Miami folk who don't see it too often."
"Jackson, what do you want? Just come out and say it because quite frankly, I have no desire to make small talk with you." He started to speak, and Lisa quickly amended her request. "And remember that we're step-siblings now, so you can't make a move on me." Damn, how does she read my mind like that?
"I just don't want things to be awkward between us. After all, we are related. Maybe we can just forget the whole island thing ever happened. You know, start over."
"Maybe one day I will forgive you for trying to kill me and my father, but it won't be anytime soon. So why don't you just stay away from me, and I'll call you when I'm ready to talk." She then strode off to go talk to her father and his new spouse, leaving Jackson standing alone in the hallway.
Jackson decided that he'd live longer if he respected her request, so he didn't approach her again, merely checking in every now and then through their fathers, but he did keep his phone on him at all times. He knew he shouldn't expect her to call on her own, but figured she might when she heard about the construction of the new Lux Gulf hotel, which was being built on a small island between Dallas and Miami and was being managed by one Jackson Rippner.