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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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            Several weeks had passed since Kemui’s impromptu visit. Rae had lapsed into a bought of silence and Jackson couldn’t help but wonder why. They quickly fell into a routine together, or more, he fell into hers. Every morning he would wake up, shower and get dressed in borrowed clothes, only to come out and find her sitting on the window seat, knees drawn to her chest as she stared out the window quietly.

He had to wonder how much she actually slept. After a few minutes, she would notice his presence and mumble a soft “good morning” turning her head to look at him. He would nod in response and she would slowly lower her bare feet to the hardwood floor and ask him if he were hungry and what he would like for breakfast. He would just shrug and she’d head into the kitchen and begin cooking for them. Sometimes waffles, sometimes pancakes. Other times it was an omelet. But there was always bacon and it was always well balanced.

            He would usually watch her, being careful to avoid the dog, or go sit on the couch and turn on the TV. When she was done she always brought his plate to him. After breakfast she would clean up and set about with the day’s chores. Those were the only things that really differed. Each day there was something different to do. One day she would clean or do laundry and the next it was yard work or changing the oil on her car or bike. He was amused to see she did all the maintenance herself, though it didn’t really surprise him. Occasionally he would have to assist her with something.

            Around four in the afternoon on most nights Raea would leave and head to work, whatever that was. Though he quickly learned she owned a bar and that Mitch was her partner. She was also the god mother of Mitch’s 3 year old nephew Jade who stayed over several times a week.

Despite his age, he was very bright and advanced or so she said. Jade had yet to say a single thing. Rae would return around 1 am. Mitch never came around; apparently he was still in deep for the mess he caused. Jackson was usually on his own for lunch. Not that he minded. In her free time, Rae could often be found near the pond full of what he discovered to be Koi, with her laptop nearby or locked up in her studio.

He had recently discovered the library she had mentioned—it was huge. Books of all kinds lined every inch of the walls, most of which were very old. And even more shelves were standing in rows along the floor. He would sometimes select a book and take it up to the roof where yet another garden was or sit on the porch or couch and read.

            At first he was fine with it. But after a while the silence started to piss him off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he seethed one night.

Rae looked up from her book, brows knitting together in confusion. “Huh?” She asked.

“You never say anything! Are you trying to piss me off?”

She blinked a few times. “I just don’t talk much sometimes. Nothing to say. I didn’t realize it was bothering you.”

“The hell you didn’t,” he snapped as he turned quickly but immediately regretted the action, gasping as pain shot through his ribs.

            Raea frowned and set her book aside, standing and moving to his side, her hand on his arm as she looked at him.

“Take your shirt off,” she said.

He looked at her, glaring.

“Go to hell,” he said as he began to walk away, returning to his room. Rae’s frown deepened as her irritation quickly grew and she followed him inside. She reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Take. It. Off,” she commanded. Jackson shook her off and pushed her away roughly as he turned away to face the bed. “Get off me!”

Within seconds, she had spun him around to face her, pushing him back. His knees hit the back of the bed causing him to fall, and as he did so, she pulled the shirt over his head swiftly. He had barely hit the mattress before she had climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.

He angrily tried to fight back but she managed to pin his arms over his head by leaning on them with one of hers. Her free hand traveled across the span of his chest and stomach, fingers splayed as she felt slowly.

He hissed in pain when she came to the right side of his rib cage, his struggles ceasing though he never once stopped glaring at her. She then held her middle and index fingers together and probed the area as gently as she could, though it still sent waves of pain through his body.

His last bruises had faded about 2 weeks ago, the final cuts disappearing a week later. But despite the lack of evidence she knew what was wrong. Her troubled eyes came up to meet his raging ones.

“Jackson, your ribs are fractured…why didn’t you say anything?” she asked softly.

“Like you would care,” he spat. A hurt look passed over her eyes as she carefully rested an ear on his chest, listening to his breathing.

At first he tensed, and then he realized what she was doing. She was checking to see if it sounded like he had any injuries to his lung.

Why? he thought. She couldn’t really care, could she? No, it has to be an act of some sort. He was shaken from his thoughts when he realized she was speaking to him again.

“What?” he asked, brows coming together in confusion.

“I asked if it hurt when you breathe,” she clarified patiently.

He watched her for a second before nodding. She sighed and looked down at him. Suddenly, she seemed to realize what an awkward position they were in and quickly climbed off of him, her face turning a brilliant shade of red.

At first, he just lay there watching her for a few minutes before sitting up slowly.

“Get in bed,” she said, trying her best to avoid looking at him. “You need to rest. It’s really the only thing there is for fractured ribs.”

He nodded after another moment and proceeded to stand up, going to the side of the bed and turning his back to her. He heard her leave as he undid his belt. Sliding off the pants he carefully crawled into bed. She came back a few seconds later, several items in her hands.

Setting them aside, she helped him prop up the pillows so he would be more comfortable, even going to grab a few extra. Once he was settled, she handed him a couple pills and some water. “These are pretty strong, so they should help.”

He took them, quickly downing the pills before handing her the empty glass. Next, she unrolled a heat pad and placed it over the injured ribs as carefully as she could, turning it on. “I don’t want to see you out of bed for the next week at least. It takes four to six weeks for a fractured rib to heal and it’s only been three. And given what I could feel, it’s probably going to take at least the full six.” She explained calmly.

“What are you, a doctor or something?” He mumbled.

“Or something,” she replied. “I took the classes and passed the tests. I just never went for my license.”

He looked up at her curiously. “Why? What’s the point of doing all that if you’re not going to see it all the way through?”

She shrugged absently. “I didn’t do it to become a doctor. I did it because I wanted to learn. It was something that interested me. And I wanted to know how to take care of people if I ever had to.

“Besides,” she smirked, “in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly a people person.”

He chuckled at that, carefully though. “True.”

After a few last minutes of fussing she turned to leave. “I’ll come in to check on you in the morning. Just shout if you need anything before then. Good night Jackson.”

With that, she left the room, turning out the light for him and closing the door behind her. Jackson stared at the place she had been standing just moments before, thinking about what she had just done.

Suddenly he realized something. He was painfully hard, and had been ever since she climbed on top of him. “Fuck.”

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3rd chapter today and man is my hand killing me. Chapter 4 written 7/27/10 Don't forget to leave a comment for me!
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