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Second Chances	By : demonsangel Category: M through R > Red Eye Views: 3289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, any characters from it nor any of the ideas behind it. I also do not own Kaori Yuki who is referenced later on. I am making no money what so ever with this story, it is purely for fun.

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            Two weeks had gone by since Jackson had been forced to start working at the bar. It was now June 22^nd. The work was harder than what Jackson was used to; most work days were eight hours, but because they started getting ready at 4 p.m. and didn’t finish until well after one in the morning, the hours he was working were closer to ten. What’s more was the only time he really got a break was when things slowed down enough for Rae or Mitch to help him. It didn’t help that he usually woke up around seven each morning, 8:30 if he was lucky. And even then he just had more work around the house.

So by the end of the second week, Jackson was exhausted. His arms hurt from carrying around that tub of empty bottles and glasses, lifting the rack of glasses in and out of the dishwasher and helping to unload the new deliveries. His feet and legs hurt even more from always standing. That, coupled with the hot, humid Florida weather only served to make him irritable and very short tempered.

To top things off, today was his birthday. He didn’t know why that pissed him off, but it did. Maybe it was the fact that no one cared, or maybe he didn’t like the thought of being 34; either way, it didn’t really matter. He was still in a horrible mood and it was only made worse when Rae informed him that morning that starting next Monday she wouldn’t be going to the bar for two weeks; she was long overdue for a break and said she had a lot of other things around the house that she had to take care of, though he would still be going.

That had set him off. Now they were going to be short handed and he would be required to do even more. For nearly ten minutes he raged at her, even going so far as to throw a nearby lamp across the room. Rae had just stood there calmly, waiting for him to finish before cleaning up the broken lamp and leaving the room. He had avoided her for the rest of the day, not that it was very hard. She was working on some unknown project and rarely left the desk up in the library, constantly on the phone as she worked at her computer. What she was doing, he didn’t know and didn’t care.

Jackson had stormed outside some time later and walked around the grounds which actually extended past the grass covered yard and well into the surrounding woods. It was dark by the time he came back, and he was hot, sweaty and tired. He knew he had missed work and really didn’t want another confrontation with Rae right now.

Sliding open the paper door, he quietly stepped inside, remembering to slip his shoes off first. A quick look around the dark house showed that Rae had gone to work. The only light that was on came from the ones over the counter that doubled as a bar, separating the kitchen from the dining room. There was a package of some sort on the counter that hadn’t been there when he left but he ignored it and headed to his bathroom for a shower.

Jackson came back out a bit later wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants, toweling his hair as he headed for the kitchen. The walk had helped to clear his head and the shower made him feel much better and relaxed. Now he was hungry.

He glanced at the box on the counter as he passed spotting a piece of paper that had been folded in half, his name on the front in what was clearly Rae’s handwriting. Pausing, Jackson picked up the note and unfolded it.

Jackson,

I figured you’d be gone a while and probably hungry when you got back. Dinner is in the microwave. All you have to do is heat it. This is for you, hope you like it. Oh and don’t worry about work. I know you’re tired.

Rae

P.S Happy Birthday

Jackson stared at the note for a second before setting it down. He then looked at the package next to it before going over to the microwave and opening it. Sure enough there was a covered plate resting inside. A quick inspection showed it to hold chicken dumplings. He smiled faintly. Leave it to Rae to leave some form of comfort food when he was in a bad mood; it wasn’t the first time.

After heating the food he sat down at the bar and ate, still eyeing the package. It had been a long time since anyone had given him anything. It was rare when he was a child and he couldn’t recall the last time it had happened while he was an adult. Finishing his dinner, he pushed the plate aside and pulled the box closer. It was a simple brown, cardboard box with a lid. There was no bow and it wasn’t wrapped—not that he minded. Jackson hated that sort of thing; he thought it was pointless.

Slowly lifting the lid, he looked over the edge of the box. Resting inside was a small hand gun, a box of ammunition, and what looked to be the exact same kind of knife he had used while trying to kill Lisa years before. The sheath it came in was even designed to fit on his belt. Jackson picked it up, sliding it out and examining it slowly. After a few minutes, he set it down and walked away.

Several hours later, the front door could be heard opening. “Tadaima!” Rae called, more out of habit since she didn’t expect anyone other than Cujo to be awake.

“Okaeri,” Jackson said as she opened the second door. Despite only living there for about six weeks he had begun to pick up on some of the words Rae used.

Although it was fairly dark, Rae could still see him sitting on the couch thanks to a small reading lamp that was turned on in one corner of the room. “I didn’t expect you to still be awake,” she said, moving to stand beside him. Looking down she saw the knife in his hands, watching as he silently turned it over and over slowly.

            “I see you found it,” she said, the “it” clearly referring to his present.

Jackson merely nodded. “Why did you give me this?” he asked, still not looking up from the blade.

Rae sighed as she sat beside him. “I thought you might need something in case you ever had to defend yourself. Even though you’re not a very good shot, the gun would still be better. But if you dropped it, or didn’t have time to reload I didn’t want you to be defenseless either. So I got you that as well.” She motioned to the knife.

            “But why this knife?” he asked, finally lifting his head to look at her. She shifted faintly.

“Are you mad?” she asked quietly.

Jackson watched her for a few minutes before sighing and shaking his head, looking back down at the large knife. “No. Not really. Just...confused. You know I tried to kill someone with a knife like this. So why give me one? Why not a different kind?”

            She tilted her head to the side slightly. “Because it suits you best. I thought about the different kinds of weapons, and none of them worked.”

Lifting up her left sleeve, Rae pulled a small dagger from the holster on her arm, then removed a pocket knife from the right pants pocket of her jeans, and finally a switch blade from a holster on her ankle, setting them on the coffee table. Jackson was amazed; he hadn’t known she carried so many weapons. He was only aware of the one on her arm.

            “I considered getting you something like these. But they just didn’t fit your personality. The KA-BAR did.”

He was looking at her again. “You know I can’t use these, right? First off, I’m out of practice. Second, I don’t even have a permit. I could go back to jail for having these.”

Rae grinned. “Oh, you mean like this?” Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a few permits, including one allowing him to carry concealed weapons. She handed them to him.

“Dirty cops are a wonderful thing. Especially if they owe you a favor...or two. As for being out of practice, I can help you with that. At least with the knife; I’ve never used a gun before,” she said.

Jackson stared at her for a few before he began to laugh. “You really are something, you know that? Thank you,” he said.

She just hummed faintly and leaned over, kissing his cheek. “Welcome. Now, I’m going to bed. You should too. There’s no way I’m letting you get out of work tomorrow just because you didn’t go to sleep,” she said.

He nodded and stood, holding out his hand. Rae looked at it surprised before reaching out and placing her hand in his, allowing him to help her off the couch.

“Well, goodnight,” she said, pulling her hand away quickly and disappearing into her room.

Jackson merely stood there for a few minutes after watching her go. Looking down at the knife once more he slid it back into its sheath and went to bed as well. Today had certainly not turned out the way he had expected.

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Chapter 10 written 8/2/10 Hope to have 11 and 12 up soon. Thank you everyone for reading ^^
Tadaima - "I'm back!" (home)
Okaeri - "welcome" (back)
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