Authors note- this is my first titanic fan fiction that I have posted. I hope you enjoy it, read & review

Disclaimer- I know I own none of this I just wish I did.

Chapter 1

Brea Hockley flopped down on her bed as her maid put away her clothes from her suitcase. She and her mother, Rose had just come back from a trip to Europe. Brea thought it absurd that someone else was putting away her clothes but that was the world she had been born into. A world of money, social standing, and properness. It wasn't all bad, her mother wasn't controlling like most other first class mothers. She tried hard to give her many experiences and let her explore instead of confining her.

She grabbed the pad of paper from beside her bed and began to sketch the scene outside her window.

Rose was putting away some of her belongings when Cal came in. She never thought or referred to him as her husband. She would have much rather set out for the horizon, that had been her plan, but her daughter had changed things. After accepting that Jack was truly dead she was in a haze of despair and when Cal found her on the lower deck of the Carpathian she did not have strength or the will to fight him. She let him take her back to high society and Philadelphia where the wedding continued to be planed. She was so stricken with grief that she frankly didn't care. Until one morning, months later she woke up and suddenly remembered her promise that in all the grief she had seemingly forgotten. She began to plan her escape, so she could fulfill her promise to her one true love. Her plans interrupted by the sudden urge to throw up. It did not take her long to discover why; she was pregnant, pregnant with Jack's child. As much as she wanted to head out to the horizon she realized that was impossible. She could not run away to live on the streets when she was pregnant. She would not put her child, their child, in that kind of danger. She was no longer on her own she had another life to care and she knew what she had to do, she had to marry Caldon Hockley. She would sacrifice her dreams so that her child could have it's. She made a new plan. She went to Cal and made him a proposition. She explains that she would agree to marry him; he in turn would support her child and allow her to raise it how she saw fit and live how she wanted.

"Hello Rose." Cal said cordially.

"Hello.' she responded in the same slightly cold tone. They were husband and wife in name but that was it. They didn't even share a bedroom. Rose traveled and had as many adventures as possible, she knew it wasn't exactly what Jack had wanted for her but she was fine with it as long as Brea lived her life to the fullest. Rose smiled at a picture on her nightstand, it was of her and Brea on horses, the rollercoaster in the background, and the first time she took her to Santa Monica. Brea had been about seven and they had ridden the rollercoaster and rode horses on the beach. Cal left realizing Rose had nothing more to say to him. He wandered up the stairs and to Brea's room. He tried to keep up appearances but he had never been particularly fond of the girl and as far as he could it was the same for her. She never referred to him as father, just sir, perhaps she knew. She had the Hockley name but her looks where purely Dawson. Her blue eyes, her smile, her reddish/ blond hair, a combo of Rose's and that gutter rats. It was obvious to everyone, Ruth knew, he was sure his father knew that his only "grandchild" was not of his blood, he suspected even Molly Brown knew. They had run into her at a party, years ago. He could see the look in her eye; after all she had met that Dawson filth. No one ever said a word, of course

"Hello, young Lady. How was your trip?" He said in a friendly tone. When she did not respond, he saw that she was concentrating on something, a drawing. Something else she had gotten from Dawson and he hated it. As much as he hated the looks she got from him, he couldn't stand the fact that she could draw.

"Haven't I told you before that those drawings are a waste of time and that I didn't want to see It." he said in a commanding voice.

"While I appreciate your opinion, I don' see how it could bother you." She responded with a fake air of politeness, she was so stubborn, just like Rose.

"We have had this discussion before, you know it just does. Oh never mind, just be ready for dinner tonight. We have some important guests." Cal said storming out, a smug smile in his lips.

That night at dinner it was Cal, Rose, Brea, one of Cal's business associates Peter Rollins and is son Carter. Carter was in his twenties, tall, and he had green eyes with dark brown hair. Brea had met him before, but something was different, the way he looked at her. As she entered the dinning room, dressed in an in elegant silver evening gown. Her long, curly hair pulled back, she noticed his eyes on her. It wasn't a look of admiration though, it was more of possession.

Dinner was filled with meaningless talk and after it came to a close Carter asked Brea if she would take a walk with him. She could feel Cal's eyes on her, she knew he was already displeased with her, which really didn't matter to her but just to avoid another one of Cal's fits, she politely agreed. Rose gave Cal a confused look and as soon as they left, she spoke.

"Excuse me Mr. Rollins, I need to speak to Cal for a moment..." Giving Cal a look and motioning for him to follow her into the next room.

"What going on here." she asked once they were out of ear shot of their guest

"He likes her, and asked permission to court her, if she agrees, of course" He explained

"You should have told me, lest you forget out agreement, she is mine to raise."

"I would never forget our deal Rose, it all on her terms. Now shall we return to our guest?" He asked smiling He had indeed not forgotten their deal; he simply had a new plan.

As the walked through the garden Brea became curious as to what exactly was going.

"I think you are very beautiful and quite interesting." Carter said as they walked

"Oh." Brea stopped walking and stared at him.

"Our fathers believe we will be a good match."

"They do? We've met, what three or four times? How did they come to that conclusion?"

"As do I."

" With all due respect you don't know me." Carter reached for her hand and she jerked away.

"Your father said you could be difficult, I can see that now but I'm sure I can handle it."

" He doesn't know me either."

" I know this is a bit of a shock but the plans are already in the works, it will benefit both of their companies."

" And what of us."

" Brea don't be naive, you know this is how it works, always has. Look at your mother." She had nothing to say to that because it was true and she never understood it. Her mother was not like the rest of their crowd, she was a free sprit, yet she still had married a man that she clearly didn't love. Her mother was the strongest person she knew and if her mother couldn't get out of it, how could she? She felt trapped, maybe this was just the way it was. She thought as she felt Carter's lips land on hers and did not resist.