So, as much as I enjoyed my first Titanic Fan-fiction, I noticed that I was coming to the end way too soon. I'll continue the other, but it's going to be a short story, this one will be a long one. This story is for all the people who were rigid on me sticking exactly to the Derek Johnson trailer. I'm not complaining. This should be fun! So for all of you who wanted more action, less romance, this is Jack is Back/TITANIC, To the Surface. Strictly based on the fanfic trailer from Derek Johnson. ENJOY AND COMMENT IF YOU WANT MORE!
CHAPTER 1
Is that ice?
Present day…
"Explorer, this is Cabin Three, we are styling," the woman's voice called from the intercom.
The TITANIC Submarine was once again exploring the bottom of the Atlantic. This time it was once again, for the Heart of the Ocean.
"Touchdown!" cried the man from Cabin Two as the sub made it to the ocean floor.
"Okay, take her up and over the bow," Brock Lovett said intensely.
This was going to be their final chance. The government wouldn't fund them ever again if they didn't locate the diamond.
"I see it," said a crew member as the Titanic became more visible.
"We're sending in Duncan. Go Charlie," another crew member from Cabin Two said.
The bulky, orange robot fled from its cage in the sub and flew through the water. Charlie carefully steered Duncan from Cabin One with Brock and Lewis Bodine.
"Okay, steer Duncan down the hole and go to the floor. I think the old lady dropped the diamond around here. We'll find it again," Commander Walt said from Cabin Three.
With a steady hand, Charlie steered Duncan to the floor. Lewis squinted into his eye piece labeled 'Diamond Finder' with Brock anxiously peering at the monitor that streamed Duncan's progress. He tensed at the reading of them being 12,615 miles below sea level on the screen. Duncan began to surf the area freely. Lewis's mouth was hanging open in speculation. Brock clutched Lewis's shoulder.
"Keep your eyes peeled, boys," Commander Walt said intensely.
Lovett squinted at the screen. Duncan zoomed closer in on the ocean floor. Then Duncan went over something odd. Lovett's head cocked to the side and he squinted at the sight in disbelief. A block of ice? A face in it?
"Brock, are you there?" Commander Walt asked.
It was not only a face. It was a body. Brock kept gazing.
"Brock, are you seeing this?" said Walt incredulously.
Brock wore a small smile on his face.
"Is that ice?" Walt questioned.
All Lovett could do was smile at the man frozen inside. Cryogenically frozen…
New York City, New York Harbor…
Nobody in New York knew what was going on at New York Harbor. All they saw was a large crane lifting something from the ocean. Lewis and Brock stood on land with numerous doctor's watching the large block of ice emerge from the water and slowly be transported to a small platform.
"How are you going to transport him without cracking the ice?" asked Brock.
"That van they are loading the ice into has padded walls and a mattress that permits no movement but supplies a soft base. A loose case of champagne glasses wouldn't break in there," Doctor Bailey said assuredly as he drew his jacket around him firmly.
Lewis rolled his eyes at Doctor Bailey's pride.
"Well, gentlemen, we thank you for your participation," Doctor Watts said giving Lewis and Brock a nod of appreciation.
They gave each other a look of disbelief.
"Now, hold on. We found him. We are the researches. We deserve to talk to him," Brock said calmly.
Watts and Bailey gave each other looks of doubt. Watts sighed and ran his fingers through his thinning, black hair.
"One conversation. After that we need him for research and development," Bailey sighed.
"Follow us to the lab, I suppose," a doctor's assistant groaned hopping in one of the many black Beamers.
Lewis and Brock excitedly jumped into their station wagon and began to follow the parade of Beamers from the harbor.
"I wonder if he is famous passenger, Lewis," Brock mused.
"Who cares. He's a passenger and that's what matters!"
"Still, it'd be nice to know his name. What if it was Cal?"
"Is there ever a day when you don't mention that story, Brock?"
"Yes," Lovett replied curtly.
"You're right. When you're not talking about that, you're talking about Lizzy. When are you going to ask her to move in?" asked Lewis.
"I don't know. Maybe when my friend, Lewis Bodine and I get enough money to not live together," Brock mused sarcastically.
"Well, after this, I'm pretty sure you can buy the world to live in," said Lewis.
Lewis and Brock high fived one another.
"Maybe you can buy Lizzy that ring."
"Lewis, please…" groaned Lovett.
Lewis raised his hands innocently as they pulled up in front of a large building sealed off by numerous gates. Barbed wire encircling every inch of the top. A long black and white crossing plank raised before them and the gate slid aside. They followed the beamers inside and parked close to the entrance.
A large whirring came from above. A military jet. Brock and Lewis exited their vehicle and watched as dozen soldiers hopped out of the plane and jogged in through the double doors.
"What's with the military?" Lewis asked Doctor Watts.
"They're going to guard him. News will break out soon and everyone will want to come," Watts replied.
"Gentlemen, if you'd please step inside," said Doctor Bailey leading them through the two glass doors.
They walked swiftly down the hallway. Fluorescent lights did not cool their nerves. No one said a word. They just walked around corner after corner before reaching a large box-like room. A two mirror allowed them to view the workers on the other side. The ice block was propped up on a platform and a laser was delicately cutting around the figure of the man.
"So, what happens next?" asked Brock.
"Next we enter the warm liquid goo phase to melt the rest of the ice. Then we'll remove him and place him in a sauna room where the rest of the ice will melt off. After that we will clothe him, feed him and let you question him," Doctor Bailey said.
"And after that?" Lewis asked.
"I recommended to the President that we militarize the project immediately," said Watts.
"Which means?"
"He will remain here for study," Watts replied impatiently.
The ice block had been melted in the figure of the man and he was gently lifted by a number of the staff into a large vat of red goo.
"Doctor Watts," said a woman with long dark hair coming into the room, a stocky man in a green uniform beside her.
"Yes, Miss Hicks?"
"This is Lieutenant General Mike Jergins. He says you have all reached an understanding that the frozen man will be sedated?" she asked angrily.
"That is correct, Doctor Hicks," replied Doctor Bailey.
"How long are you going to keep him sedated?" she asked angrily looking from Jergins to Watts to Bailey.
"For the rest of his natural born life if I have to," Mike said silently massaging the bridge of his nose.
"What?" she cried.
"I agree with Doctor Hicks. That's messed up."
"Mr. Bodine, that is not your place," cautioned Bailey.
"It is! We discovered him! We should decide, dammit!" Bodine cried.
Doctor Hicks smiled.
"We'll see, Mr. Bodine," Watts said before turning back to the laboratory.
We watched in silent wonder as he shape of a man covered in frost was hauled to the other side of the room. A scientist opened a door and steam filtered out.
"Now he can thaw and warm up. Doctor Hicks, make yourself useful and get him a pair of scrubs. Hm?" Watts said shooing away Doctor Hicks.
She let out a breath of anger and looked at Lewis. She gave him a small smile. Lewis' eyes widened as she walked out.
"What was that?" Lewis mouthed to Brock.
Brock smiled at his friend and shook his head.
"Gentlemen, Lauren is going to guide you to the room we will take the man into. Just wait for us there," Watts said.
A blond girl in a lab-coat emerged and walked ahead of Lewis and Brock, signaling for them to follow.
They reached a room with a twin bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, a mirror on the wall and a chair. Brock raked his fingers through his hair and looked at Bodine who paced the room.
"Lewis, you realize what this is," Brock sighed.
"Yeah, it's his permanent home. He'll never leave. Militarize is code for never let him see the light of day," Bodine said.
Brock looked around to see a camera in the corner of the room.
"They'll even be watching him," Lewis groaned catching sight of it too.
"I don't see a mic so they won't be able to hear him," Brock noted.
"Or us…" Lewis added.
"What do you mean?"
"We're gonna bust this guy out of here," Lewis said facing Brock.
"That's a suicide mission, Bodine. How the hell are we going to sneak him out? It's a fortress!"
"He's gonna sneak out. We're just going to loosen the bolts to help."
"How?"
"First, I'm going to steal him a doctor's uniform. Second, I learned the code to open the doors so I'll give it to him to escape. Third, we're going to leave our address and directions on how to get a taxi," Lewis explained.
Brock stared at Lewis motionless. He looked around with only his eyes then back to Bodine who stood awaiting appraisal.
"That is brilliant, Lewis."
"Thank you," said Lewis walking to the door.
He punched in some digits and the door clicked open. Lewis bowed.
"I shall return," Lewis said cordially.
33 minutes later…
The frozen man had not been taken to see Brock and Lewis. A beeping came from the door and Lewis entered. He was just out of view of the camera. He stuffed a white lab-coat beneath the wardrobe and slipped a piece of paper into Brock's hand.
"That's our address, the code, where the lab-coat is, money and instructions on how to get a taxi. You slide it to him when you meet him," said Lewis.
Brock nodded and opened his mouth to speak. The door beeped and a hiss of air erupted as it swung open.
"Five minutes," a guard said thrusting someone into the room.
The figure clutched a blanket and stumbled onto the bed. It trembled. The door clicked shut.
"Excuse me?" Brock said hesitantly approaching the figure in bed.
The shaking became more rapid. Lewis and Brock removed their jackets and placed them over the blanket. The shivering slowed.
"Excuse me, sir. Can you please tell us your name?" asked Brock.
Slowly the figure emerged from beneath the covers and stared at Brock and Lewis.
"W-w-w-w-hat?" he asked.
"What is your name?" asked Brock.
The man looked from Lewis to Brock and stretched his neck.
"J-J-J-J-J-"
"What?" asked Lewis impatiently.
"J-J-ack D-D-Dawson," the man stuttered.
Brock and Lewis fell back slightly.
"Jack Dawson?" gasped Brock.
"Holy damn…" Lewis breathed.
"D-D-D-o I know you?" shivered Jack.
"Jack, we have a lot of answers for you. We have some bad news first," Brock said slowly.
"I h-h-h-ate b-b-ad news," Jack groaned through chattering teeth.
"Sucks for you, man," Lewis said.
"The scientists here, they won't allow you to leave. They demand you stay here."
"How l-l-ong?" asked Jack.
"Forever," Brock added.
Jack's ice blue eyes widened. He shook his head.
"N-no. You d-d-on't understand st-stand. I have t-t-o find R-R-Rose," he stammered.
Brock frowned and looked at Jack.
"Jack, we know all the answers to every question you have. About Rose. About the TITANIC. About where you are and how long you've been gone and why," Lewis cut in.
"Th-then take m-me with you," said Jack.
"We can't, but we have a plan," Brock said slipping Jack the paper under his blanket.
Jack looked down and back to Brock.
"When we leave you find a way to read that. If you follow those instructions, you'll be with us and we will answer every question you have," Brock promised.
Jack nodded.
"Th-th-thank you," Jack stuttered.
"Good luck, Jack," Lewis said patting Jack.
The door beeped and Brock and Lewis faced the guard.
"Alright, times up. Thank you for your assistance. You will be notified of any breakthroughs," said the guard ushering them out.
Brock looked back at Jack who had rolled over on his other side, no doubt reading the letter.
As Brock Lovett and Lewis Bodine exited they held a sense of triumph within. Two rescues of nobility in one day. Now, they had to tell Lizzy…
