Disclaimer- I don't pretend to own anything related to Red Eye or Beauty and the Beast, etc. Duh. If I did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction to live out some lost fantasy :P

So. Basically I love Beauty and the Beast. It's always been my favorite. And then, of course, I adore Red Eye… So I figured, why not combine the two? Jackson is beastly and Lisa is a beauty...

Here goes nothing!

Chapter One

"Strange Things" – Toy Story

"I was on top of the world. It was right in my pocket. I was living the life. Things were just the way they should be. When from out of the sky like a bomb comes some little punk in a rocket. Now all of a sudden some strange things are happening to me."

Lisa carefully set the two teacups on small saucers. She carried them into her father's living room.

"Here you go, daddy," she said softly.

"Oh, thanks, Leese."

She smiled as he took it from here, and then she took her spot on the couch next to his chair. He was watching the news reports again. Though the news of the Lux Atlantic incident had begun to taper off, there were still odd reports where people were trying to find out more facts of the accident. The police, thank goodness, were very tight-lipped about everything. Still, Lisa sighed.

"Are you alright, Leese?"

"Yes, dad."

"Are you sure?"

She sighed heavily and sipped on her tea, burning her tongue.

"I worry about you, honey."

"I'm fine. I just wish… I just wish I had someone to talk to about everything that happened. Sort out my thoughts."

"You can talk to me."

"I know, dad, but it's not the same."

He frowned for just a second and then smiled warmly at her.

"What about Detective Quinn? He seemed to like you…"

Lisa blushed and set her tea down on the coffee table in front of her.

"Oh I don't know dad. He's nice-"

"And handsome, too. And a cop. Who to better take care of you than a cop?"

"Dad. Just because he's a cop doesn't mean he's the perfect man."

"Nobody's perfect."

"My point exactly. Look. He's sweet. He even asked me to dinner the other night."

"And you said?"

"And I said no."

Joe swallowed the rest of his tea in one gulp and muted the TV.

"No?"

"Yeah, I told him no. He's just not right for me."

"You never know until you give him a chance."

"Daddy…"

"I know, sweetie. Gut instinct, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, don't you worry. You'll see. Everything will clear up and it'll be like a whole new life for you. You've proven yourself strong, Leese. Nothing can stop you now."

She smiled and then yawned.

"Turn on the comedy marathon. Maybe I can manage to keep my eyes open for a few minutes of it."

Joe laughed and changed the channel on the TV.

"No, honey. You go on upstairs. You had a tough day at the hotel."

She nodded and went to gather his cup and hers.

"No, Leese. I'll get those. Just go to sleep, honey. It's late."

"Fine, fine," she responded, though she knew that he would probably fall asleep in that chair before he ever got around to putting them in the sink.

Lisa wandered up to her old bedroom, still slightly glad that her father hadn't taken her advice to convert it into a home gym or a putting green. It was nice for her to have somewhere to go and someone to talk to, especially after the Red Eye. For some reason, Lisa didn't feel safe alone. It was like how she felt after the rape. Alone. Shunned. She felt as if simple people walking down the street knew her story and looked at her differently because of it. A trick of her mind was all it was.

Still, as she climbed into her old bed, she felt more secure than ever. Nothing could hurt her here. Jackson Rippner had died en route to the hospital, and while Detective Gary Quinn may not interest Lisa, he was still very good at protecting her. Her father's house probably still had a guard sitting out front. The only thing that made her uneasy was the fact that her father was going to have to leave her tomorrow, on her weekend off, to go golfing with his friend Phillip. Still, they'd be only two hours away. Not much could happen in two hours, right? Of course not. And with that, Lisa finally dozed off to sleep, her field hockey stick right on the other side of her bed… better safe than sorry.

There was a knock on Lisa's bedroom door that startled her. She opened her eyes to the morning sun.

"Wake up call," said her father's voice through the door. "I'll be leaving in five minutes, Leese."

She rolled out of her bed and adjusted her hair. Then she opened the door and swept her father into a hug.

"Whoa, what's all this about?"

"I'll miss you, that's all."

"Are you sure you're going to be alright with me gone this weekend? I mean, being here all alone… I can cancel with Phillip and hang out here with you."

"No, daddy," Lisa said, shooing him toward the stairs. "I'll be fine. Maybe I'll have Cynthia come over tonight when she gets off of work."

"Just promise me you'll call if you need something, alright?"

"Yes daddy. Now go. Have fun!"

She helped him carry his bags through his recently repaired front door and then kissed him goodbye beside his car. Then Lisa walked back into the house and locked the door behind her. She did what she now did out of habit and checked the outside of the house for any signs of someone suspicious. No one suspicious to be found, she took a quick shower upstairs before settling in front of the living room TV to watch some old movies.

Movie after movie passed before Lisa's eyes. Some she had seen only a few times and others she could quote easily. Sometimes she would close her eyes and imagine herself among the characters in the movies, watching the drama unfold. She was lost in Count of Monte Cristo, her eyes closed as she listened to the Count fight, when the phone startled her. It was like she had just woken up. She picked it up, nearly panting from being frightened.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Lisa? It's Phillip."

Lisa breathed out in relief.

"Oh hi, Phillip! Having a good time?"

"Oh yeah. I was just wondering if your father was okay."

"Well… I wouldn't know." Lisa's hands began to shake. "I mean. He left this morning sometime to head over to your house."

"Lisa. He never arrived and I haven't spoken with him since last night."

Lisa sat up straight in the chair and turned off the TV.

"Nothing? Not a single word?"

"No. I tried his cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. She should have asked him to stay home with her. If she had been selfish for once, then maybe he would still be… no. She wouldn't finish that statement. He was alive. He was just… missing. Lost. She'd find him.

"Thank you, Phillip. I'll find him."

"Lisa. Call me if you know anything, alright?"

"Yes."

She hung up the phone before Phillip could even answer. She had no idea where to start. Her father had all day to disappear or all day for someone to take him… but who would take him? Just as Lisa picked up the keys to her Jeep, the phone rang again. Lisa hesitated a moment before she finally set down her keys and lifted it from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Leese. It's Cynthia."

"Oh. Cynthia… what do you need?"

Not another hotel crisis, Lisa prayed.

"There's a customer here… she says she knows where your father is?"

Lisa almost sobbed into the phone.

"Where?"

"She says that you have to hop on the next flight out to Maryland and she'll pick you up at BWI airport in Baltimore…"

"Will she be on the same flight?"

The idea terrified Lisa. Yet another terrorized flight with her father's life in jeopardy.

"Yes. She says she'll be keeping a close eye on you, so don't try anything 'cute'." A shiver ran down her spine. "Apparently the tickets are outside your father's house? Inside a newspaper?"

"Cynthia. Call the police."

"Leese… she said to hurry. She says she's on your side and if you miss this flight, she won't be able to guarantee the safety of your father."

"Let me speak to her."

There was a pause and then a shuffling as the phone transferred hands.

"Who is this?"

"A friend," a smooth woman's voice stated. "Get the tickets. You need to come if you want your father to live."

"What's going on?"

"You're wasting time. I'm trying to help you. I don't like to see revenge taken out on innocents."

The phone clicked and Lisa screamed. Not again. Why was she such a magnet for psychotic people and trouble? Could she never have a moment's peace? Lisa had half the mind to do something ridiculous to get enough money to buy her and her father someplace secluded to stay. Someplace even the best experts couldn't find them.

Still, Lisa thought the person on the phone was right. She was wasting time. If she had to go through the Red Eye all over again, she would in a heartbeat if it meant saving her father. She beat people like this before and she could most certainly do it all over again.

Getting on the plane was hard. Not alerting someone of what was happening was harder. She simply didn't have all the details like she did with Jackson Rippner, so what was there to tell? And then she'd never see her father again. But, by far the hardest part was not finding something to stab the woman with when she finally approached Lisa in BWI.

"Miss Reisert."

"Give me one good reason, one, why I shouldn't scream and shout and get you arrested."

The woman lowered her black sunglasses down onto the bridge of her tan nose so that she looked over them at Lisa. Deep black, soulless, eyes stared at her and Lisa suddenly felt very afraid of this woman. More afraid of her than she ever had been of Jackson.

"Because," she said, pushing the glasses back up on her face, "If you do, you'll never see your father again."

"Why have you taken him?" Lisa whined.

The woman turned and walked off, Lisa trotting behind her towards the exit of the airport and out to a black beemer.

"Answer me!" she shouted once they were in the car.

"I have done nothing to him. I told you, I was against this from the start."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Melissa."

"Melissa what?"

The woman smirked.

"You do ask a lot of questions… Grant."

Lisa felt that odd feeling again. This woman must have worked with Jackson. Yet, she wasn't the one out for revenge?

"And you didn't kidnap my father?"

"No. I've been too busy for that. As a matter of fact…" she checked the time on the dash of the car, "I've got about an hour and a half before my boss realizes I'm missing."

"Why did your boss take my father?"

"Revenge. He's pretty ticked off at you. Then again, I would be too. Look. Based on stories I've heard of you and after reading through your case-file, I know you'd rather be in his place than have him suffer because of you, right?"

Lisa gulped, but nodded.

"Right," she croaked.

"The thing is… this is all against the plans. I could be killed when he finds out what I've done."

Lisa looked over at the woman. Even behind her glasses Lisa could see that her neatly groomed black eyebrows were raised. She expected Lisa to be grateful? No. Grateful would've been if this woman had helped her father to escape as opposed to bringing Lisa along for the ride…

"And who is this guy? What does he want with me and my father?"

"He wants your father to get back at you for the Keefe job."

Lisa gasped. Jackson was dead… She was sure anything was possible in his world, but he was dead…. Right?

"Who?" Lisa managed to whisper out.

"He's to remain nameless for security purposes until we arrive at his home." Lisa opened her mouth to speak. "And before you get all excited, it's a very large house and it's secluded."

Lisa sighed and leaned her head back on the leather seats. She was stuck. She was stuck in this situation until she could gather enough information to free herself and her father. This time, Lisa would make sure the fight didn't go on as long as it did last time. She'd escape quickly and make sure everyone involved was brought down. She was so tired with all of this. What had she done that made her deserve everything that had happened to her? In just over an hour, Lisa Reisert would find out that her situation could be much worse.

A/N: Well. That's chapter one… kinda short and lumpy, but it serves its purpose for now. I'm trying to stick to the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast, Plot-wise, but with a few twists of my own thrown in :P 'cause duh… there's no such thing as mystical enchantments, right? ;)