Heey! Well this is my first fanfic ever - so I hope it's okay! :D

I see a lot of Titanic fanfics that are a little irrelevant from the actual film, so I wanted to make this a little more realistic :) Hope you like it!

(First chapter is just to get the general jist; chapter 2 will be better and when the story really starts!)

Rose POV

I always knew Jack and I would meet again someday. He taught me so many things; he saved my life. I always remember him at dinner the day after I'd met him, he was talking about how he never knew what was coming at him and what would happen to him the day that lay ahead. And most of all, making life count.

I've lived 84 years without him, actually no. 84 years he has lived only in my memory and not physically next to me, but never have I remembered those words he once spoke as much as today.

Wow, I woke up this morning having no idea what was in store for me. There I was merrily sculpting my clay pot – I love pottery: a form of art. Art always made me feel closer to Jack, in fact whenever I looked at paintings it was almost as if Jack was stood next to me giving his opinion as well. And you know what? He WAS stood next to me – I could feel him.

Anyway, I was doing my pottery when something caught my attention on our television. I never used to listen to the television much, it was my granddaughter Lizzie that insisted on having it. I guess it was a bit modern for me!

I heard the word 'Titanic' and something about a wreck and discoverings. That's it – it had my attention! And I think what really determined my day was me seeing my drawing. Good grief I hadn't seen that thing since that fateful night when I put it in Cal's safe. Just seeing it again brought it all back! What was even more amazing, and sort of strange at the same time to think was that I was the only living person on this planet now that knew of Jack's existence...and there was HIS drawing on the television for the country, possibly even world to see.

I called up this young scientist/explorer man to ask if they had found the Heart of the Ocean yet. I presumed that's what they were looking for, I mean that thing must be worth a few 10's of million dollars. That was just a way of getting his attention, and sure enough it worked. Next thing I know Lizzie and I were flying in a helicopter far out to the ocean (that will be one to tell Jack of, I promised him I would live many adventures – and this was a modern one!)...but not just any part of any ocean. We were going back to Titanic.

Seeing all my old possessions, and of course telling my story was without a doubt the most emotionally challenging, yet proudest moment of my life. I looked out the little submarine window and knew that not only was I looking at the ship's wreck, I was staring out to where Jack's body was; I'd never felt closer to him. And just seeing the wreck of our ship, remembering what it once looked like and what it had turned into took me aback. A lot.

I knew then after I'd spoken of Jack, that it was my time to see him again. And I couldn't wait. I lived an amazingly happy and very long life, just like Jack said I would. Him being right assured me even more that he was still with me and that he was waiting for me...somewhere.

I walked to the edge of Lovett's ship, feeling the ocean breeze on my face and in my hair and looking at the Earthly stars for what I knew would be the last time. I pulled the Heart of The Ocean out of my pocket (yes, I had that stupid necklace the whole time). The only reason I kept it was because it was something, the only thing I had that Jack had touched, and even looked at. Although, I wouldn't need it anymore; I was returning to him, I knew it.

So, I threw the damn thing into the ocean so the Atlantic could once again have it's heart. Down it sunk to be with Titanic, and earth Jack. I watched it descend and then I looked up at the stars. One of them shone particularly bright and I think even twinkled as I looked at it. Jack was proud of me. And I knew that that night, I would see him again for the first time in 84 years, and that this time we would never in any way be parted.