This is based on James Cameron's movie Titanic. I own absolutely nothing.

"Easy now," Stefan Branson ordered his best friend, Jeremy Gibbons, who held in his hands the key to his success or failure in life. From far under the ocean, in the Titanic's ruins, a safe was being pulled up. It was from a Mr. Niklaus von Swartzchild ll's room and supposedly contains a diamond necklace about the size of a half of a fist and is worth about 1.5 million. It wasn't so much the size of the necklace that concerned Stefan, but rather that Maddox and Greta von Swartzchild had offered him seven hundred fifty thousand dollars to finder it amongst the Titanic's ruins.

"Ready?" he asked the cameras before he opened the safe. Water flooded out. There were papers, many papers, but no necklace.

Finding the Heart of Blood, as the necklace was called, had been a dream of Stefan's since his father first told him about it ages ago. You see, it was Stefan's grandfather that sold Niklaus von Swartzchild ll the necklace to give to his fiancé, Elena. Shortly after the boat sunk, an insurance claim was made on the necklace. Determined to find it, Stefan told the von Swartzchilds he could recover their grandfather's necklace. They hastily agreed.

"No," he gasped in shock, "No!" he shouted louder, the reality sinking in, "It has to be here. It has to." It wasn't there, but the crew took the papers into their lab aboard the ship. This was one of the first successful recovery missions of anything off the Titanic, and they were determined to learn what secrets these papers held.

"Stefan, it's going to be okay," Jeremy lied to his best friend, knowing it probably wouldn't be. The von Swartzchilds would remove their funding and they wouldn't be able to recover the necklace ever.

"Mr. Branson," one of the scientists said, coming forward, "There's something I think you need to see."

Stefan and Jeremy shared a glance, shrugging and following the scientist into the room that held the newly recovered items. There was a drawing in one of the tubs of a naked woman that the scientist led them to, but that's not why he had them look. She was wearing the Heart of Blood.

The Heart of Blood contained a large blood red diamond. It is in a bed of a rich gold, cut into a heart shape on a thick, twisted gold chain. On the drawing, though it lacks color, it still is impressive. Stefan breathed in deeply.

"Picture!" Stefan called, "Give me a picture of the necklace." One was passed to him. The necklace in the photo and the necklace in the drawing were an incredible match.

"So if we find this woman, we can find the necklace?" Jeremy asked. Stefan nodded.

"Get cameras in here. Get our number on the screen. We want to find out who this woman is," Stefan commanded.

"And in other news," the news reported announced, "Treasure hunters Stefan Branson and Jeremy Gibbons have found an incredible discover from the world's best known ship wreck. They are with us live by satellite from his research ship in the Atlantic. Hello… Stefan, Jeremy?"

The screen changed pictures to Stefan's smiling picture and Jeremy's boyish face. "Hello Rose. As you can see, we're in the middle of the ocean with a private claim man to recover something very important to one family… and to help rediscover the pasts of hundreds of lives that were lost that fateful April morning. We are talking about the Titanic."

Two very old people sat facing each other. The man's bright blue eyes were as alive as ever, and the woman's brown ones cropped by wrinkled olive skin and dark brown hair. The man, though reaching one hundred four, had hair as dark as could be and a smirk plastered across his face, a set of cards held in surprisingly steady hands.

A woman in her late twenties, looking remarkably like the younger woman in her youth except with curls, walked in the room. She opened a book, a so-called "Founder's Journal" from the original founders of Mystic Falls back in the 1860s.

"Probably the most incredible thing that we've found so far," Stefan told the reporter, "is this drawing of a passenger dated the night before the ship sank."

On the screen, a picture came on of the drawing of the young woman.

"Katherine, turn that up please," the older woman commanded, "Damon, look." The old man turned towards the television, his eyes opening wide in realization.

"And to think," Stefan continued, "things like this, pasts of people that died that night, are all locked below the surface for eighty-four years. If we can uncover the rest of this, historians are going to have field day." The older woman rose up out of her chair, and Damon followed, both husband and wife walked to the sofa and sat down. Damon's arm went around his wife and she curled into his side, laying her head on his shoulder, an automatic reaction after nearly eighty-four years of marriage.

"Any information about the woman in the picture," Rose, the reporter, spoke, the picture showing on the screen again, "should be reported to this number."

Mir One and Two were both ready to be launched. Mir Two, one of the Russian submersibles searching the Titanic, was in the water. Stefan was about to climb in Mir One when Trevor ran to him.

"Stefan!" Stefan turned quickly. "Satellite call for you."

"Take a message!" Trevor shook his head.

"You want to take this call. It's about the necklace. You'll have to speak up though. She pretty old," Trevor told him, handing Stefan the phone.

"Stefan Branson. What can I do for you…?" He looked to Trevor who held up a piece of paper saying Elena DeSangue. "Mrs. DeSangue." He lifted a glass to his lips and took a drink.

"I was wondering. Have you found the Heart of Blood yet?" He choked on the water and nearly dropped the phone.

"Can you tell us who the woman in the photo is?"

"It's me," the old woman, Elena, said through the phone, "I'm the woman in the picture.