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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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            “For the last time Jackson, straighten your arm and adjust the position of your feet otherwise I’m going to come over there and do it for you,” Rae called from her spot on the porch. Jackson quickly did as he was told; she had already told him the same thing several times but he kept falling back into his old habits, and he really didn’t want her to come over again. She had already done that a few times and was starting to get a bit rougher in her frustration.

            It was Wednesday, three days after his birthday, and at the moment, Jackson was busy practicing with his knife while Rae grilled him on her job at the bar. Since Rae was going to be off work for two weeks, starting next Sunday, she was teaching Jackson how to take over her job.

At first, he was a little indignant; how did she expect him to do his job and hers?

            She simply laughed at him. That only served to irritate him more—until she finally explained that normally everyone shared the responsibility of dealing with the empty glasses and bottles, as well as taking out the trash; he just got the job because it was the only thing available. While Rae was off, he would be taking over her job and they would once again share the cleaning responsibility. The only thing he wouldn’t be doing that Rae normally did was serving drinks.

            Instead, he would mostly be handling the books, restocking and reordering, cleaning, keeping an eye on customers, managing the entertainment and making sure everyone got paid. Basically, he would be managing the bar. Considering his old job, he wasn’t worried.

“Jackson! Pay attention!” Rae snapped. “Gods, you’re worse than Mitch,” she grumbled. Jackson snorted. “My attention span is greater than that of a 5 year olds, thank you,” he replied.

“Then prove it. What did I just tell you?” She challenged.

Jackson sighed. “Every night I have to empty the register, count the money, and add it to the books. Then I have to check the stock. Record what was sold, what sold the best and what needs to be ordered. After I have done that, I place the orders, restock the front, divide the tips and help clean up.

“All money needs to be put in the safe before I leave. The code to the key pad is 29-13-25 and I need to enter that before I use the combination 19-22-18 for the dial lock and finally, the key which I am to carry with me at all times. After that, I am free to leave while making sure all the main lights are off and the door is locked. Happy?” he grumbled.

Rae simply nodded. “For now. But you’re still not listening to me about your stance.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and scowled. “What’s wrong with my stance? This is how I’ve always done it!” He snapped.

Rae raised a brow, losing her temper a bit. “Yeah, and look how that worked out for ya! Your poor stance coupled with that temper of yours is probably what got you in this mess in the first place!” she said.

He glared at her, the comment having stung and the look on her face indicated she immediately regretted saying it.

            She sighed, rubbing a sore muscle in her neck with one hand. “Look, I’m only trying to help. This may be how you learned to fight, but I do know a bit about what I’m talking about. Come on, I’ll prove it,” she said, adjusting her stance. “Pretend I’m the little bitch and come at me.” The “little bitch” was what she had taken to calling Lisa; apparently Rae did not approve of the woman’s new found fame for “getting lucky,” as Rae called it.

            The look Jackson gave her would have made any normal person really regret not only the rude comment but telling him to come at them. Rae just clasped her hands behind her back and watched him.

Suddenly, Jackson darted towards her, holding the knife like he was going to stab her shoulder. Rae simple side stepped slightly, moving to his right, grabbed his left wrist, twisting slightly causing him to drop the knife and kicked the side of his leg, knocking him to the ground. “Shit!” Jackson swore. Rae merely shook her head.

            “See?” she asked, holding her hand out to help him up. Jackson continued to glare but took her hand nonetheless.

“Fine.” He growled, picking up his knife. “Why don’t you prove your way is better?”

            Rae shrugged. “Okay.”

            Pulling the knife on her arm from its sheath, Rae stepped back a bit and adjusted her position until it matched the one she had instructed him to use: arm straight, one foot slightly behind the other and shoulder-width apart. She paused a minute, giving him time to examine her stance before she shifted, bending her knees slightly—the only indication she was about to move.

Within a matter of seconds, though slow enough to give Jackson time to react, Rae had moved from standing in front of him to behind Jackson, the knife pressed firmly against his throat.

            Jackson had tried to stop her, mimicking what she had done to him but it hadn’t worked, she had merely sidestepped his kick, and kept her grip on her own knife. She chuckled, relaxing the blade and stepping back.

“I do believe I have just bested you, Mr. Rippner,” she said.

Once he had turned to face her, she continued. “By bending your knees and adjusting your feet you’re not as stiff, and thus have a better chance at being able to react and move out of the way. The same goes for your arm, only instead, you are able to keep your grip on the knife better and are also able to block or dodge a hand faster if you choose,” she explained.

            Jackson’s scowl only deepened but he nodded and got ready to try again. This time, Rae was unable to grab his wrist or knock him off his feet, and within seconds Jackson was behind her, the tip of his knife pressed against her jugular.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing,” he said to her.

Rae simply smiled, relaxing back into his frame absently. “And who better to play it with then you?” she said, looking up at him. “Now either stab me or put the knife away. The damn thing is rather cold.”

            Jackson chuckled and sheathed the blade but did not let go of her, one arm still wrapped around her shoulders, holding her in place. Rae stiffened faintly when she felt the fingers on his right hand begin to work at the sore spot on her neck but soon relaxed, sighing contentedly, not really sure why she was letting him do this; she wouldn’t even let Mitch do this—though, that was probably due to his wandering hands more than anything else.

            “Let me teach you how to shoot,” Jackson said suddenly, stopping the wonderful thing he had been doing with his fingers.

Rae blinked and tilted her head, looking up at him curiously. “Why? I hate guns and have no intention of ever using one,” she said.

Jackson just looked at her seriously. “You never know when it might be necessary,” he replied.

            “Jackson, you’ve already admitted to being a lousy shot,” she said, suddenly pulling away from him as if just becoming aware of how close they were.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t teach you a thing or two, young lady,” he answered, determined to teach her.

Rae rolled her eyes dramatically and sighed. “Fine. Pushy old man.”

Now it was Jackson’s turn to roll his eyes. “I deserved that.”

Rae laughed, “Damn right you did.” She smiled and watched as Jackson set up the target he’d bought, heading inside to retrieve his gun.

            Half an hour later and Rae was doing better than he expected. Rae picked up on things fast, though she didn’t seem too thrilled about it. At the moment, Jackson was pressed against her once more, his hands covering hers as he made some minor corrections to her stance. “Relax, you’re doing fine. Just raise your arms a bit more.”

Rae scowled and did as she was told, pulling the trigger, her shot missing the middle of the target by only a few inches.

            Jackson smiled as he watched her scowl deepen. She didn’t like not being able to do something, and it amused him that she considered this a fail, despite the fact that she was doing really well.

Rae snorted and moved away, passing him the gun as she pulled out the knife on her arm once more. Coincidently, it was a throwing knife, and seconds later it was imbedded within the middle of the target. Rae smirked, clearly feeling better.

            Jackson chuckled. “How did you get such good aim?” he asked.

Rae stretched, stifling a yawn. “I liked to participate in archery back home. Still do. I find it relaxing,” she said, unable to stop the next yawn.

“Rae, have you been avoiding sleep again?” Jackson questioned. She still came in his room now and then, but it had stopped lately and he had assumed she was just sleeping through it; now he suspected otherwise.

Rae just grumbled. “Mind your business, Jackson. You’re starting to sound like Mitch. Now come on. It’s time to go,” she said, grabbing her pack and tossing him the keys.

Jackson caught them, raising a brow. “You want me to drive that piece of junk?”

Rae glared at him, holding the door to the elevator open. “That “piece of junk” as you so kindly called it is a 1963 Corvette Sting Ray!” she said, stamping her foot irritably. Jackson rolled his eyes as he stepped in beside her. “It’s still a piece of junk.”

Seconds later he found himself hopping on his left foot, clutching his right shin. “Fuck Rae! I can’t believe you just kicked me!” he growled, glaring at her.

Rae simply glared back, poised to kick him again. “That car is my baby!” she shouted, her temper quickly rising.

“It’s falling apart!” Jackson shouted back.

“I’m working on it! I don’t have a ton of free time to work on my car! Once I’m done that car is going to look amazing!” she yelled, stepping out of the elevator and heading over to the car.

Fortunately, it had been left unlocked, so she was able to climb into the passenger seat and slam the door, indicating the end of the conversation.

Jackson took a deep breath and counted to ten; she really tried his patience sometimes.

After a few seconds he got in the car as well. As he started the car he grumbled. “You are really irritating when you don’t sleep, you know. So tonight, you’re going to bed whether you like it or not.” His only response from Rae was an indignant snort as they backed out of the small tunnel that lead to road.

“Why exactly is your garage underground?” Jackson asked after a few minutes of silence. Glancing over at Rae he saw that her eyes were closed and thought that she may have fallen asleep.

He jumped when she finally answered. “I don’t know. The original owners were kind of odd. There’s actually a room beneath it as well. Much bigger than the garage. Mitch and I both keep several cars in there.”

Jackson looked over at her, raising a brow. “Another room? But there’s no access,” He said, having explored the house one day when he was bored.

Rae nodded. “You know how I have that area around where I park the car marked off with blue tape? There’s actually a lift that takes you down. I think the past owners were some kind of ‘end of the world’ nuts.”

Jackson tried to use the turn signal, but it wouldn’t work. He resisted the urge to make another comment about her car and simply asked another question. “How do you figure?” Rae yawned, finally opening her eyes a bit.

“When we found the property, it was pretty trashed. There was an old building on top that was falling apart. After I bought it, I went down and found a ton of old food, blankets, jugs of water, that sort of thing. As if they were preparing for the apocalypse. So I just assumed...” Rae finished with a shrug. Jackson nodded, once again trying the turn signal.

“Rae, your car is a piece of crap,” he stated.

Rae laughed. “Fine, you win. She needs some work. I was hoping to work on her over my break. Mostly I want to focus on the engine work for now. Body work comes later. No point having a cool looking car if it won’t run,” she said with a smile.

Jackson chuckled. “You really like this car huh?” he asked.

Rae nodded. “Been looking for one for a while now. This one was a gift from Mitch, Jesse and Jazzy last Christmas.”

Finally, Jackson pulled up to the bar. “What did they get you for your birthday? A new bike?” He asked, half joking.

Rae scowled. “Nothing. I don’t celebrate my birthday.” The sudden hostility surprised Jackson and he just sat there as she got out and stormed into the building.

“Might have to change that,” he stated to the empty car before climbing out and heading in himself.

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Hello all. After much work I have posted chapter 11. And by much work I mean I finally figured out how to do italics on here and thus was going through every chapter adding them. I also made a few changes to the chapters when I found mistakes. I am about to edit chapter 12 and should have it up within the hour. Then it is time for bed as it is already 6:20 am and I have been up all night lol. Chapter 11 written 8/6/10
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