Authors note: This is my first fanfic so please...be gentle! I do however
write original works, two of which can be found on fiction press under the
same name. R&R. I will be posting the other chapters regardless of how
many reviews I get. Thank you and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights and characters of titanic. This story is based on the characters and storyline developed by James Cameron. The real titanic of course is/was property of White Star line and Harland & Wolff shipyards.
It took several moments before Rose had the courage to leave the headboard. She heard the boat but it seemed like a dream. It had to be. She glanced up and tried to blink her tears away. Jack was gone. Why should she bother to get the boats attention if it wasn't even real anyway? With sudden realization, she heard a shout "is anybody alive out there?" 'I am' she though weakly. 'I'm alive. I promised Jack I would survive.' The boat rode by her and didn't see her trying to move weakly 'Come back,' her voice was harsh and cold. Finally, she pushed herself off the headboard in search of anyway to get the attention of the passing boats. She saw the man with the whistle and hurried too it. She blew it as hard as her cold, frozen lips would allow her too.
Jack's eyes flashed open with a sense of unreconition. "There you go men; I told you he was alive." An elderly looking man stood over him. "Quite lucky you are son. You're the only one that we picked up that still had a pulse." Jack sat up slowly.
"Where am I." he voice was raspy and he coughed up some water.
"You're on our boat the Mackay-Bennett. We're to pick up the bodies you see."
"How long has it...what's the date?" He looked around urgent.
"It's April 16, although it's pretty late. Getting to be supper time."
Jack realized that the sun was setting. "How did I survive?" he was asking himself more than the crew looking at him amazed.
"Who knows? I've heard stories of people coming back to life because they got something to do on earth. Maybe your one of those people."
"Maybe." He couldn't help but feel cold, with his soaked clothing, caked and frozen. The Manacles were still on his wrists. He now felt the weight. He swore he had been dead. He couldn't remember much. He remembered his last speech to Rose and then, he remembered feeling so tired and then, waking up to the surly sea men bringing him around. Where was Rose?
"You must want some dry clothes eh?" The man noticed the handcuffs. "You get into some kind of trouble son?"
"Ya, the worse kind. Love."
"That will get you into loads of trouble." He picked up Jack's wrists and looked at the locks. "I got a guy downstairs that can pick anything. Pretty sure I can get those off of you." His look got darker, "do you want me to say we found your body without the soul."
"Yes. Unidentified with my features. There are 2 people out there. They both think I'm dead, and if one of them knew it, I would be. The other, I might just decimate her if I find her, but having a powerful man on my back won't help matters."
"Well best of luck to you son. Come now. The cooks making a good stew, it will certainly warm your bones."
Rose looked up when she saw Cal walking up the deck; she then quickly shuddered and pulled the blanket closer. She thought about her options. Jack was dead, Cal had money. She remembered more of her awful memories. 'I don't want that kind of life, I'd rather be dead' she decided that she was dead. She was no longer the desperate angry girl. She was a survivor. She wouldn't look back, not ever. She was strong and although Jack wasn't there to see her, she was going to do everything that they planned.
The Rain was cold, but not as cold as the ocean had been. She looked up at the statue of liberty. Finally, she understood the meaning of freedom.
"Name love?" a man with a clipboard came up to her.
She looked at him. "Rose," she thought a moment. Rose what? "Dawson. Rose Dawson."
The man nodded and kept going to other passengers. She stuck her hand in her pocket and felt something cold and heavy. She pulled it out and found she had the necklace in her hand. The awful, gaudy engagement present. It was a small fortune sitting in her hands. She checked the other pockets. There was a pocket watch, a kerchief and a wad of 50-dollar bills. She smiled and started to laugh. Another passenger, tried and dirty looked at her strangely.
"What's your name?" Rose asked the woman, she cuddled a small child.
"Jessie. This here is Ruben." The woman had an Irish accent.
"Are you immigrants?" Rose hated the way that it came from her mouth. She didn't want to sound like she was so stuck up.
"Yes. We were coming to America for a better start." Tears welled in her eyes. "Jeffery and I that is. I've lost him. He's not here at all."
Rose looked at the stack of bills. She could get more than enough money from the necklace. "Here." She thrust the bills at the woman. "You need this."
The woman was shocked. Her hands trembled as she took the money. "I couldn't..."
"It's in care of Caledon Hockley Jr." She smiled to herself. Finally, Cal had actually done something good, but it was too bad he didn't do it himself. She left the woman alone to thank her god. She had her own praying to do. It was time to start over and she knew exactly where she was going. To ride horses in the surf and ride the roller coasters.
Jack stepped off the boat in a new set of clothes and a couple dollar bills that the crew had given him. They wished him luck and told him where he could find a man with the list of survivors. He needed to know if Rose had made it. The Crowd in front of the docks was packed and there was crying and shouting. He could hear someone shouting to be quiet. There was hush.
"Please take your inquires to the White Star Line headquarters. Any complaints can be made there. I am only to help those to find their family. Please, make way for them. The crowd dispensed and only a crowd of crying woman stood in front of the man.
"You sir?" the man said, looked at Jack.
"Uh, me?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, the name of your loved one please?"
"Rose. Rose Dewitbukater."
"Class?"
"First." He said. The man looked at him funny. "You had a relative in first class."
"Yes. Please." The man smirked and looked at the list.
"Sorry sir, but there is no one of that name. Next?"
"Please check in third class then."
"Now listen here. I don't have time to be checking over the entire survivor list just because you had some crush on a girl that you couldn't have. Now off with you. The girl's dead anyhow." There were a few women that started to cry harder when the word 'dead' was mentioned.
She hadn't made it. She was one of the bodies on the Mackay-Bennett or not even. She might still be out there in the ocean. He never cried but he felt a tear run down his cheek. How cruel fate was. He had made it and she hadn't. God had brought him back instead of her.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights and characters of titanic. This story is based on the characters and storyline developed by James Cameron. The real titanic of course is/was property of White Star line and Harland & Wolff shipyards.
It took several moments before Rose had the courage to leave the headboard. She heard the boat but it seemed like a dream. It had to be. She glanced up and tried to blink her tears away. Jack was gone. Why should she bother to get the boats attention if it wasn't even real anyway? With sudden realization, she heard a shout "is anybody alive out there?" 'I am' she though weakly. 'I'm alive. I promised Jack I would survive.' The boat rode by her and didn't see her trying to move weakly 'Come back,' her voice was harsh and cold. Finally, she pushed herself off the headboard in search of anyway to get the attention of the passing boats. She saw the man with the whistle and hurried too it. She blew it as hard as her cold, frozen lips would allow her too.
Jack's eyes flashed open with a sense of unreconition. "There you go men; I told you he was alive." An elderly looking man stood over him. "Quite lucky you are son. You're the only one that we picked up that still had a pulse." Jack sat up slowly.
"Where am I." he voice was raspy and he coughed up some water.
"You're on our boat the Mackay-Bennett. We're to pick up the bodies you see."
"How long has it...what's the date?" He looked around urgent.
"It's April 16, although it's pretty late. Getting to be supper time."
Jack realized that the sun was setting. "How did I survive?" he was asking himself more than the crew looking at him amazed.
"Who knows? I've heard stories of people coming back to life because they got something to do on earth. Maybe your one of those people."
"Maybe." He couldn't help but feel cold, with his soaked clothing, caked and frozen. The Manacles were still on his wrists. He now felt the weight. He swore he had been dead. He couldn't remember much. He remembered his last speech to Rose and then, he remembered feeling so tired and then, waking up to the surly sea men bringing him around. Where was Rose?
"You must want some dry clothes eh?" The man noticed the handcuffs. "You get into some kind of trouble son?"
"Ya, the worse kind. Love."
"That will get you into loads of trouble." He picked up Jack's wrists and looked at the locks. "I got a guy downstairs that can pick anything. Pretty sure I can get those off of you." His look got darker, "do you want me to say we found your body without the soul."
"Yes. Unidentified with my features. There are 2 people out there. They both think I'm dead, and if one of them knew it, I would be. The other, I might just decimate her if I find her, but having a powerful man on my back won't help matters."
"Well best of luck to you son. Come now. The cooks making a good stew, it will certainly warm your bones."
Rose looked up when she saw Cal walking up the deck; she then quickly shuddered and pulled the blanket closer. She thought about her options. Jack was dead, Cal had money. She remembered more of her awful memories. 'I don't want that kind of life, I'd rather be dead' she decided that she was dead. She was no longer the desperate angry girl. She was a survivor. She wouldn't look back, not ever. She was strong and although Jack wasn't there to see her, she was going to do everything that they planned.
The Rain was cold, but not as cold as the ocean had been. She looked up at the statue of liberty. Finally, she understood the meaning of freedom.
"Name love?" a man with a clipboard came up to her.
She looked at him. "Rose," she thought a moment. Rose what? "Dawson. Rose Dawson."
The man nodded and kept going to other passengers. She stuck her hand in her pocket and felt something cold and heavy. She pulled it out and found she had the necklace in her hand. The awful, gaudy engagement present. It was a small fortune sitting in her hands. She checked the other pockets. There was a pocket watch, a kerchief and a wad of 50-dollar bills. She smiled and started to laugh. Another passenger, tried and dirty looked at her strangely.
"What's your name?" Rose asked the woman, she cuddled a small child.
"Jessie. This here is Ruben." The woman had an Irish accent.
"Are you immigrants?" Rose hated the way that it came from her mouth. She didn't want to sound like she was so stuck up.
"Yes. We were coming to America for a better start." Tears welled in her eyes. "Jeffery and I that is. I've lost him. He's not here at all."
Rose looked at the stack of bills. She could get more than enough money from the necklace. "Here." She thrust the bills at the woman. "You need this."
The woman was shocked. Her hands trembled as she took the money. "I couldn't..."
"It's in care of Caledon Hockley Jr." She smiled to herself. Finally, Cal had actually done something good, but it was too bad he didn't do it himself. She left the woman alone to thank her god. She had her own praying to do. It was time to start over and she knew exactly where she was going. To ride horses in the surf and ride the roller coasters.
Jack stepped off the boat in a new set of clothes and a couple dollar bills that the crew had given him. They wished him luck and told him where he could find a man with the list of survivors. He needed to know if Rose had made it. The Crowd in front of the docks was packed and there was crying and shouting. He could hear someone shouting to be quiet. There was hush.
"Please take your inquires to the White Star Line headquarters. Any complaints can be made there. I am only to help those to find their family. Please, make way for them. The crowd dispensed and only a crowd of crying woman stood in front of the man.
"You sir?" the man said, looked at Jack.
"Uh, me?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, the name of your loved one please?"
"Rose. Rose Dewitbukater."
"Class?"
"First." He said. The man looked at him funny. "You had a relative in first class."
"Yes. Please." The man smirked and looked at the list.
"Sorry sir, but there is no one of that name. Next?"
"Please check in third class then."
"Now listen here. I don't have time to be checking over the entire survivor list just because you had some crush on a girl that you couldn't have. Now off with you. The girl's dead anyhow." There were a few women that started to cry harder when the word 'dead' was mentioned.
She hadn't made it. She was one of the bodies on the Mackay-Bennett or not even. She might still be out there in the ocean. He never cried but he felt a tear run down his cheek. How cruel fate was. He had made it and she hadn't. God had brought him back instead of her.