A/N Hi Guys! I'm trying something entirely new to me... a crossover! This is especially written for my sister who wanted read a story like this for a while so I hope I do her proud. :) Please review. I love reading them!

Please note that I do not own Titanic or Twilight or the characters therein except for my own plot and characters. Any similarities to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1 A Sinking Life

He could hear her goodbye, feel her hand pull away and wanted desperately to stop her. To tell her that he was still with her but his body would not respond. He tried in desperation to open his eyes but they would not budge. There was no way for Jack to tell Rose that he was alive. He felt her leave him and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Jack heard Rose blow a whistle and knew that all was lost. He let the darkness consume him, hoping that he would never awaken again. A life without Rose was a life not worth living.

In the darkness, a lone fishing trawler bobbed up and down in the icy current. Strange debris knocked and bumped against the side of the trawler alerting the sole fisherman to a strange sight indeed. Pieces of beautifully carved wood and fabric, at the mercy of the current, floated towards them.

"What in the devil happened here?" He said to himself.

The boat's lantern bathed the water in an eerie glow and the fisherman strained his eyes to look into the distance. The further on the trawler pressed the more debris he came across. It was obvious that a ship had sunk. There was no way that any vessel could withstand this much damage and remain afloat.

"Cap, come see this!" the fisherman yelled out.

"I hope you found a massive golden crab to have brought me out in the cold."

"No Cap, look!" The fisherman pointed at the water.

"Mary mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed.

"Something big had to have gone down Cap."

"What's that?" The captain whispered.

"Where?"

"Out ahead." The captain replied as he moved to the bow. He strained his eyes to get a better view. Finally he could make out the shape and his stomach sank. "MAN OVERBOARD!" he yelled.

Jack's hands were frozen as he clutched onto the piece of the wooden door. Consciousness had long since left him and he was at the mercy of the currents. He had floated for miles along with other parts of the Titanic that had broken off when it sank.

Jack had always been a creature of luck despite his circumstances. It was luck that won him those tickets to get on the ship, luck that led him to Rose and now it was luck again that would bring him to safety.

The blackness had consumed Jack. There was no way for him to know how much his life would change as he was swept towards the fishing trawler.

The captain dashed inside the cabin, got a rope and firmly tied it to a cleat. As the trawler neared the body, the captain dove into the water, pulled the limp man to himself and hauled his unconscious body to the trawler. The fisherman helped pull the body on board and assisted the captain back up.

The captain checked for the unconscious man's pulse but found none.

"Do you think he is dead Cap?" The fisherman asked.

"It's hard to tell. He is very cold. Help me get him inside."

The two men carried Jack into the cabin, stripped off his wet clothes, wrapped him in blankets and lay him on a bed.

"What should we do Cap? The fisherman asked.

"Head home. There is doctor there that I think could help him."

"He doesn't even look like he is breathing. You felt no pulse. Is it worth it?"

"Even if there is slightest possibility he can be saved we have to take it. I have heard of people falling through the ice. They appeared dead but they were not. Sometimes their hearts beat so slowly that it can't be sensed."

"I don't know Cap. We don't even know how long he was in the water." The fisherman replied.

"That is true. But if it was me you found over board?"

"We'd never stop trying."

"And that is why we have to do the same now." The Captain clapped the fisherman on the shoulder.

"This doctor you say heard about. What makes you think he could save him?"

"There is just something about him. A more compassionate healer you will not find. They say he came to America from England. We must seek him out."

"Sure Cap. It's almost dawn."

"Yeah. Get some rest. We'll get the others on deck."

With that the captain changed into warmer clothes then set course for land.

Over the next few days the fishermen on board checked on Jack constantly. They had dressed him in spare clothes they had brought for themselves and while they were a bit big, they did the job all the same. One of the men had given Jack his corduroy trousers while another had donated a warm shirt and jersey to the cause. They had covered him in a blanket and quilt and prayed he would hold on until they reached land.

It was almost midday when the trawler finally reached the dock. They moored the trawler and the three fishermen carried jack into the warm midday sun. The captain rushed to his friend at the dock needing to borrow his cart.

"Jim, please I need to use it. We have to get that young man help." The captain pleaded.

"What's the story here Frank?"

"We found him in the water. Floating on a door. There must be a big ship that's gone down."

"There is Frank. There is. The Titanic has gone down. I think your friend there might have been on it."

"Well we can't know if he bites the big one. I'll get him to the doctor."

"Who will you go to?"

"You know who. That doctor from over the water."

"Take the cart Frank. Good luck. I'll find you later."

"Thank you Jim."

The captain returned to his men and instructed them to load jack onto the back of the cart.

"Come on men. Let us get him some help."

The horses trotted steadily pulling the cart along the bumpy road. It took a quarter of an hour to reach the surgery and the captain said a silent prayer hoping the doctor would still be in town. They pulled up to the surgery door and the three men carried Jack off the cart. The captain urgently knocked and after rapping at the door for the third time it opened. A young beautiful blonde man stood before them.
"Thank God you're still here doc. He needs your help."