Author's Note: Well, this is the sequel to "Male Driven Fact Based Logic?" so if you haven't read that, I strongly suggest you do before reading this. This is just the prologue, kind easing into Lisa and Jackson's day to day lives. Let me know how you feel about it.

Disclaimer: Just for the record, I do not own Red Eye or any of the characters therein. If I did, that would mean I owned Cillian Murphy and...well...that only happens in dreams.

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Prologue:

Sunlight poured in through the large picture window of the bedroom, rousing Lisa from what was a wonderful night's slumber. She yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her knuckles, casting a glance to the opposite side of the bed. It was empty. Big surprise there. With a groan, she stretched her arms and kicked the covers off of her legs and climbed out of bed. She slowly made her way into the bathroom and turned the shower on to let the water warm up as she brushed her teeth. There was a sudden crash that caught her attention and drew her out of the bathroom. Another loud banging sounded and she dropped her toothbrush and flew from the bedroom and down the stairs. What she saw brought her to an abrupt halt at the entrance of the living room. Her breath caught in the back of her throat and her hand flew to her mouth to suppress the noise that was threatening to burst free from her lips. There in the middle of the living room floor lay her husband, Jackson, his body bent at odd angles, his face a distorted version of its usual handsome self. One of his arms was being forcibly held down by the weight of a small three year old little girl with bright red curls and big green eyes who was giggling and every so often swatting at Jackson's smiling face. His other arm was wrapped around the mid section of a five year old girl who was squealing with delight at his fingers tickled her ribcage. She too had big round green eyes, but instead of red curls she had long straight shining dark brown locks of hair. And there, jumping up and down on Jackson's bouncing legs was a two year old little boy with dark brown, almost black hair, and wide startling blue eyes. Lisa giggled into the palm of her hand at the sight. Little three year old Mariah looked up from where she sat on her daddy's arm and waved one tiny little hand at Lisa.

"Hi, mommy!" She chirped.

"You kids take it easy on your father, huh." Lisa laughed, waving back at her little cherub of a daughter before turning and heading back upstairs for her shower.

She stood in the tub, letting the warm water wash over her, beating down in a soothing rhythm over her muscles, and allowing her mind to tell her just how fortunate her life really was. God had blessed her with a successful, albeit unusual husband, who had given her three beautiful children. Five year old Luhki, three year old Mariah, and two year old Jackson Jr. She smiled at the image of the all downstairs as it still hovered freshly in her mind. She worked up a thick lather of body wash on her loofa sponge and ran it up her arm to her shoulder when she felt warm fingers land on top of her hand and an arm slipped around her waist, pulling her back against a lean, solid form. She nestled back into him, her head resting perfectly between his chin and collarbone as Jackson took the loofa from her hand and kissed the top of her ear. Lisa lost herself in his scent as Jackson began washing the back of her neck and shoulders, pushing her hair to the side and massaging the small of her neck with his thumb. It almost seemed like a dream when Lisa thought about how her life had changed, like it was all too good to be true.

The first year that she and Jackson had been married, Lisa had taken leave from work so that she could travel with him wherever he happened to be assigned to go. She had even helped him with a few jobs as long as they didn't require him to kill anybody...but that had all ended the moment that they had found out that Luhki would soon be arriving in their world. When they had discovered that Lisa was pregnant, there were so many things that they had to take into consideration. First and foremost had been Jackson himself. Neither of them had been certain as to whether or not he was the 'daddy' type, but he didn't want to losr Lisa and she didn't want to be without him either. So, they had agreed to wait until after the baby was born and see how Jackson handled it before they made any rash decisions. Sure enough, when Jackson held that little baby in his arms and she looked up at him with those big green eyes that were so like Lisa's, there was no way in hell anyone was ever gonna take his baby girl away from him. It had even been his idea to name her Luhki because he said that that was how he had felt when she was born.

The next thing on the discussion panel had been his career. He refused to quit and Lisa knew better than to even ask for him to, so they had compromised. When their children were old enough to understand the concept of a job, they would be told that their daddy was a lawyer. And if Jackson were ever to bring his work home with him, Lisa, who unlike her husband had damn fine aim, would shoot him in the head with the nickel plated 9 mm that he had bought for her for their first anniversary. Through the course of their relationship, she had learned to speak Jackson's language: threats of bodily harm.

Besides, Jackson's career did have its benefits. Money was never an issue for them and the only reason that Lisa continued to work was because if she didn't, she was certain that she would go insane. Her co-workers had shamelessly inquired as to how Lisa had managed to afford to trade in her modest Honda Civic for a brand new Mercedes SUV. Lisa had simply smiled coyly and replied, "Wedding present."

When Lisa became pregnant with Mariah, Jackson bought them a house in the suburbs where his kids could learn to ride their bikes and Lisa wouldn't sit around worrying that they were going to get themselves run over by a car. So, she had this nice big house in a fantastic school district and a husband who would periodically vanish without a word in the middle of the night only to resurface a few days later, sometimes with fresh new wounds on his body which Lisa would never ask him about. He wouldn't take jobs that required him to be away for months at a time anymore. They either had to require less than forty-eight hours of preparatory work or they had to something that he could prepare for from the offices that he kept in Miami.

Then, Jack Jr. was born and they had argued vehemently over his name. Lisa had desperately wanted to name him Jackson on account of his uncanny resemblance to his father, but Jackson had been adamant that he did not want his son to go through the same Jack the Ripper shit that he had gone through. In the end, Lisa had won the arguement. She had known that she would.

Joe came to visit often, and even stayed over for some of the nights that Jackson was out of town and Lisa was home alone and feeling a bit antsy. She never knew where Jackson had gone until after he would return home and tell her. Joe and Jackson got along surprisingly well for two men who at one time had tried to kill each other. They shared similar tastes and opinions on things, which terrified Lisa to her very core. She would never forget the time that she had come home from grocery shopping and found a note from Jackson stating that he had taken her father to the dog track. In a million years she would never have figured her father for the type to go to a dog race. She knew that Jackson had a weakness for them, but not her dad. They had come waltzing in at three in the morning, laughing and stinking of scotch and expensive cigars. Lisa would have been infuriated had the sight not been so damned hilarious.

Jackson spun her around to face him and pressed her back against the shower wall, dropping the loofa and taking a strand of her hair between his fingers to play with. Water was dripping from his long bangs and running down his cheeks. Damn, he looked good wet. He leaned in toward her, his lips just brushing against hers when the bathroom door opened with a loud creak and tiny voice said, "Mommy?"

Lisa pushed on Jackson's chest and slipped out of his grip, popping her head around the curtain to look into the curious little elfin face of Luhki. "Yes, honey? Hi!" she said, plastering a big smile on her face.

"Where's daddy?" Luhki asked.

Lisa pressed her lips together and fought off the urge to look over her shoulder at the smirk that she knew was currently on Jackson's face. "Did you check the bedroom?"

"Uh-huh." Luhki nodded, "He's not there. Will you help me find him?"

"Of course I will, baby." Lisa said and held up two fingers, "Give mommy two seconds, okay?"

"Kay!" The little girl chimed before bouncing out of the room, her brown hair swishing back and forth behind her.

Lisa straightened and turned back around to glare at her husband, who was, as she had known he would be, grinning from ear to ear and trying very hard not to laugh. "Don't you know what a door lock is for?"

"In my experience...picking."

Lisa smacked him in the chest. "Funny. Think is she had walked in maybe two seconds later. That could've traumatized her!"

"Her?" Jackson said, shutting off the water and stepping out of the tub onto the rug, offering his hand to help Lisa, "Or you?"

Lisa narrowed her eyes at him as he wrapped a towel around her shoulders. "Possibly both." she quipped and stomped out of the bathroom to assist her daughter in locating her daddy, who just happened to pop up out of the laundry room with a fresh shirt and damp hair.

Author's Note: Well, be sure to let me know what you think even though I know it hasn't really gotten going, yet.