Author's Note: Well, here's the epilogue. It's a little shorter than the rest of the chapters, butsometimes more is just more. To answer a question I recieved from a few reviewers, at the moment, I am not planning another sequel to this story. I am thinking on a plot for a new Red Eye fic, so if you're interested in reading it, just keep checking back. I am also working on a one shot of how Jackson from this series proposed, so that should be up soon. Be sure to let me know how you like the ending!

Oh, and JeanieBeanie33- Oh yeah I have the DVD. I got it right when it came out, and I mean right when it came out. As in, I went to Walmart at midnight as they were stocking it and bought it. As for my favorite scene, I'd be hard pressed to choose because I could spend hours analyzing this film frame by frame and every move that the characters make. Cillian Murphy and Rachel Macadams create such complex, layered, and honest characters. But, put a gun to my head and I would have to say the bathroom scene. Cillian's weird mixture of jealousy, pleading, and brute force is so complicated and raw (and masochist that I am, I found it unbelievably sexy. I would totally let him bang me up against the wall...ahem...anyways...) and, if you can tear your eyes away from him in that scene long enough to watch Rachel, her face and the array of emotions she goes through at that moment...her performance is brilliant. There's no other word for it.

Anyways...on to the story!

Epilogue:

The steering wheel of the brand new four door BMW beamer slid through Lisa's fingers as she guided it into the parking lot of the large two story brown brick building. With her having decided that SUV's were just too top heavy, Jackson had bought her the beamer to replace her totaled Mercedes. While he was at it, he had traded in his Jag for the new model that had just come out. When he showed it to Lisa, she had stood there staring at it in silence for almost a full two minutes before asking, "What's the difference?"

Jackson had simply smiled and kissed her temple affectionately as the misogynist in him thought about how women just didn't get it when it came to cars.

Lisa threw the car into park and hopped out of the driver's side, her eyes taking in the full size of the building in front of her. She tucked her keys into the pocket of her jeans and walked around to the other side of the car to join Jackson as he climbed from the passenger seat. He looked so uncommonly casual. It was one of the rare occasions he was actually wearing jeans with a white tee shirt and a blue button up hanging open over it. There was a reason for his casualness though. He had promised not to take any jobs for the week and Lisa had taken the same week off from her work so that they could get settled into their new house. After everything that had happened, Lisa realized that a new carpet would simply not suffice. They had lived with her father for Jackson's recovery and as soon as he was up and about, he bought her a new house in a completely different neighborhood. They were taking the week to move everything in. He was moving exceptionally well considering not three months ago he had been laid out by a bullet wound to the chest. He held out his arm and Lisa absently cuddled into the nook that he offered to her.

"Not a very happy looking place, is it?" she said, shoving her sunglasses back into her hair.

"No, it's not." Jackson agreed, his eyes subconsciously searching the building for all possible escape routes.

It was about that moment that Luhki leapt from the backseat of the car, My Little Pony backpack in hand. They were standing outside of Henderson Elementary School. It was Luhki's first day of kindergarten. Mariah and Jack Jr. were back at the house with their new babysitter…Joe. Hard as it was to believe, Lisa had developed a distrust of younger women. Jackson found that quite a bit amusing, though he would never admit that to her face.

They had made the decision that they wanted their kids to have as normal an existence as they possibly could. True, Henderson was a private school, but it was still not homeschooling. They had both agreed that the kids would go to school, private school had been Lisa's call. "Better education." She had said. The thing that they had yet to come to a clear resolution about was whether or not to send Luhki to a psychiatrist. With everything that she had been through, they both agreed that it would probably do her good to talk about it with someone and get it all out in the open. But, then there were the questions such as how much would she unknowingly let slip about her father and his line of work…that and Lisa didn't think that seeing a psychiatrist when you're five technically constitutes as normal. They had argued adamantly over the issue, fighting tooth and nail and each one switching sides more often than they blinked. It was just a complicated issue with a lot of complicated questions and in the end, all that they knew was that they wanted their daughter to be happy.

Cynthia, on the other hand, had started to see a therapist about her issues of late. She had been married to a man that it turned out she had barely known. She had been vowing to spend her life with a man who had been molesting her best friend's five year old daughter. It wasn't exactly something she could take an Advil and sleep off. Hell, it wasn't something she could a dose of arsenic and sleep off. The thought of what he had done to Luhki, to Jackson and Lisa, to her…it would resonate for the rest of her life she was certain. Lisa had assured her countless times that she hadn't been to blame; that there was no way she could have possibly known what was going on. Cynthia just couldn't believe that. She believed that somewhere in the back of her mind, she should have seen what Rick was doing. Ever since she started seeing her therapist, she had been making excellent progress, though. She had finally started seeing Rick for the sick bastard that he was and not as a mistake that she had made. Lisa was glad for that.

There was someone else who had taken a keen interest in Cynthia, as well. Davey. Yep, Davey with his punk rocker hair and sharp business suits was still around. Apparently, Jackson's company had seen him as a fairly miniscule threat that wasn't even worth the resources of doing away with, so they had let him live. Jackson, on the other hand, had been harder to convince. He had wanted to torture Davey for hours and then kill him very slowly, but after much negotiating with Lisa, he settled for something else. The next time he saw Davey, Jackson walked right up to him and punched him in the face. It had been at the Lux, of course. Jackson had come to take Lisa to dinner for her break, spotted Davey, and more or less zeroed in on him. When Lisa saw the terrified look on Davey's young face as he had seen Jackson stalking toward him at a determined pace, she had almost cracked up. Davey had looked to her for help to which she had simply shrugged her shoulders. A moment later, Davey had been laid out on the flat of his back with a massive headache and blood pouring from his nose and mouth. Jackson had broken Davey's nose which seemed to satisfy him well enough, for the time being anyway. But, back to Davey. Basically, fickle thing that he was, the second he had laid eyes on Cynthia, all thoughts of Lisa had been forgotten, much to her delight. Maybe Jackson had scared the hell out of the poor kid. Maybe he liked redheads. Then again, maybe he just had a thing for unavailable women, because Cynthia sure as hell wanted nothing to do with men for at least the next fifteen years, or so she said. Lisa was fairly certain that her vow of celibacy wouldn't last that long. So, basically, for the past two months, Davey has been pursuing Cynthia relentlessly and she's just been trying to shake the poor boy off. Lisa would never admit it, but she found that whole situation hilarious. Cynthia had always been the one hopelessly in love, so it was enjoyable to watch a man stumbling after her like a hapless puppy dog.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Luhki chirped up at her parents, securing her backpack onto her shoulders.

"Yes, you are." Lisa said, kneeling down and tipping her lips with her index finger. Luhki leaned forward, pecked her mother on the lips and hugged her neck. Lisa stood back up and it was Jackson's turn.

"Okay, baby," he said, "you be good and listen to the teacher, okay?"

Luhki nodded obediently.

"And if any of the other kids bother you, you just get daddy their names and home addresses."

Lisa swatted him on the back of the head, "Or, you just tell the teacher and she'll take care of it."

Jackson shared a knowing smile with his five year old daughter, "Yeah, or you could just do that."

Luhki laughed, hugged and kissed her father, then scampered away to go to class for the very first time. She was overly excited as all children are on their very first day. She felt like a big, not knowing how in the years to come she would grow to loath waking up and going to school. But, then, none of us know that at first, do we?

Lisa and Jackson watched as Luhki disappeared into the building.

"Can't we just go with her?" Jackson asked, his eyes locked on the door that his daughter had just vanished through.

Lisa chuckled. Jackson was such a cute, albeit menacing, protective daddy. God help the poor bastard who starts dating their daughters when they get old enough. She'll have to tie Jackson to stairs. She grinned and smacked him on the rear. "Come on. We have a house to put together and you have some very heavy boxes to lift! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Oh, can't you see the enthusiasm?" He said. Lisa began walking back to her side of the car as Jackson peered over the roof at her, "Leese, can't we just hire some movers?"

"No!" Lisa said, opening her door and stepping up onto the side of the car to look Jackson in the eye, "It's more fun this way!"

"Explain to me how it's more fun this way." Jackson countered.

Lisa flashed him a wicked grin, "Because, you'll get all hot and sweaty and salty and sexy and it'll just make me want to drag to the bedroom and let you ravage me."

"The kids will be there."

"Never stopped us before."

"Your dad will be there."

"Ooh," Lisa winked at him, "A challenge." With that, she slid in the driver's seat. Jackson couldn't help but bite down on his lower lip. She drove him crazy…in a good war. He slid into his own seat as Lisa started up the car and maneuvered them out onto the street. Then, she navigated the car back to their new home where Joe was setting up a sprinkler in the backyard for the kids to play in. As she drove, Lisa felt Jackson put his hand on her leg and give her thigh a gentle affectionate squeeze. In that moment, she felt a strange sort of calm wash over her. They weren't the conventional family, to be sure. They were, however, a family. They loved each other and took care of each other. Jackson let out a deep breath and leaned back into his seat, bringing his arm up from her leg to rest at the back of her neck. Lisa leaned into his touch as he absently began massaging little circles in the muscles of her neck with his thumb. She would never get over how good Jackson made her feel. She had known ever since that day in the parking lot that any hope of a healthy relationship with a normal man was shot all to hell, so what had she done? She had found Jackson Rippner. Definitely not a normal man, probably not a healthy relationship, but it was theirs. Times weren't always happy, but that was really just the way of the world. It wouldn't be long before Jackson was rushing off again in the middle of the night without telling her where he's going or what he's going to be doing. She would cry for fear of what was happening to him; spend countless nights without sleep because she would be too busy wondering whether he was alive or dead or on his way home. He'd come home all banged up and bruised and Lisa would take care of him. That was their life together. When you married a man like Jackson, you had to learn that certain dangers were in the job description, sign the waver, say the vows, and take him for better or worse. But, Lisa thought as she pulled onto her new street in her new car with the same man she had always loved, everything would work itself out; everything would be okay…in the end.

The End

Author's Note: That's it. Please review and tell me what you think! You know how much it means to me!