Go That Far

Written By Rainbow Haired Girl & I'm Like Pleated Pants

Summary: Best friends Beatrice Chevalier and Mia Banner are two very different women. What they have in common interest the RMS Titanic. They go back to 1912 to try and save lives, but it is bad when both of them start having feelings for people that they should never have feelings for. Tommy Ryan/Mia Banner and Thomas Andrews/Beatrice Chevalier

Disclaimer: We don't own Titanic. I own Beatrice Chevalier and I'm Like Pleated Pants owns Mia Banner.

Rainbow Haired Girl- Hello there and welcome to chapter 1 of Go That Far.

I'm Like Pleated Pants- Hey everyone! Welcome to the first installment of our story!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Girls Night

24 year old Mia Banner and 24 year old Beatrice Chevalier were chilling out at Beatrice's cozy little apartment. They were sitting on her bed eating pizza and having a glass of French red wine as they watched James Cameron's Titanic. And much to Mia's dismay, they were talking about Andrew.

"Mia you should leave the bastard." Beatrice said, her French accent coming through fairly strong. She took a small bite of her pizza. "Andrew is doing nothing, but hurt you. He's a freaking playa." She fingered her strawberry blond hair. She knew that Mia knew that she hated how Andrew treated Mia. Beatrice knew that Mia didn't want to hear it.

Mia rolled her eyes. "I rather not talk about Andrew." She said as she looked at Beatrice.

Beatrice shook her head and let out a sigh. "I am keeping an eye out for you and he's bad news." Beatrice said softly.

Mia groaned as she saw Rose and Jack getting closer together. With thoughts of her cheating boyfriend on her mind, she couldn't stand the sight of the character's true love. She quickly got up and changed the dvd for one of the documentaries about the Titanic putting it into Beatrice's dvd player (a device which looked fairly odd since it was painted over to give it more of a personal touch). She hit play on it walking back over to Beatrice's bed and sat down. "How about we just talk about the Titanic?" She suggested as she leaned back against the plush green pillows that Beatrice had on her bed.

Beatrice let out a sigh and nodded her head. She knew that there was no point of trying to talk about Andrew since Mia was here for a girl's night and relax from work. "I'm sorry." Beatrice said softly. "I didn't mean to bring him up; it's just that I am worried about you."

"I know, Bea," Mia sent a soft smile in her friend's direction. "But you also know why I feel the way I do." The documentary narrator began discussing Thomas Andrew's history at Harland and Wolff and how he came to be the designer for the Titanic. "Now there's a man we can talk about."

Beatrice sighed as pictures of the man were flashed on the screen. "Now why did he have to die? He was such a good man, and tried so hard to build a good ship. If the safety measures he had initially wanted hadn't been denied, so many people could have been saved." Mia nodded softly in agreement, her mind drifting to the Tommy Ryan character in the movie she had just turned off a few moments before.

"Imagine if we were able to go back there, maybe save some of the people who had died. I know two girls couldn't do much, but still, if we could save Mr. Andrews, or Tommy," Mia said wistfully. If only such a thing were possible. She absently ran a hand through her dark hair as she temporarily let her imagination dwell.

Beatrice looked at her friend. "It hasn't been proven yet." She said as she leaned back against her pillow her strawberry blond hair hanging down over her shoulders. She blinked a few times sadly. She moved her bangs lightly from her eyes. "I wish we could do that. I mean it would give everyone a chance to live proper lives even after what happened."

Mia nodded her head. "I know what you mean."

"Two girls might not be able to do much, but it would make a difference. A big one... People who had died would've gotten to live much longer lives. But what could a French girl and an American do in that time. We would confuse them with our lingo." She said laughing lightly. "If it was possible how the hell would we go about doing something so major. I mean we are smart girls warning them won't do much good." She said as she placed her pizza down on the nightstand that had the pizza box sitting on it.

Mia let out a sigh. "I wish it was possible. It would make everything so much better if Tommy and Thomas were alive..."

"I would be giddy as a school girl if he was alive." Beatrice said dreamily.

Mia laughed lightly. "Someone has a crush on the devilishly handsome ship builder."

Beatrice blushed majorly. "I do not." She said hitting Mia with her pillow.

"Hey!" Mia said laughing harder. She grabbed another pillow and hit Beatrice back, both of them giggling like mad. Neither of them realized the next workday would make both of their dreams come true.

At the Stark-Schendel law firm, in its new location on 6th street, Mia was hard at work in her job as a paralegal. It was just past seven in the morning when Andrew Harper, the man she had been discussing with Beatrice the night before, strolled over to her cubicle with a grin on his face. Mia wondered who he had spent the night with the night before, but pushed the thought away to smile at him.

"Good morning, Ms. Banner," he greeted her with a smirk. They had to keep up the professional act when they were in the view of the other employees. "Do you think you could meet me in my office during your lunch break? I'll need your help with some research." She knew that by research he just wanted to sleep with her.

She thought back to her conversation with Beatrice the night before and struggled. She knew she was only hurting herself but . . . Andrew always seemed so caring when they were alone together. He had even asked her to move in with him a few times – although she hadn't said yes to that, at least not yet. And he always seemed so sorry after he got caught with the other women. Within moments, sentiment defeated logic and she nodded with a grim smile on her face. He smiled back at her before continuing down the hall to where his office was located.

With a sigh, Mia returned to her research. She had found a few good things to back up the client's case, but needed a few more things before it was really solid. She left her desk and headed for the building's library, skirting past some of the as-yet-unfinished construction being done on the new building. Just as she passed by one of the ladders, she heard a cursing from above, followed by a panicked, "Look out, lady!" But the warning came too late. The last thing she was conscious of was the ridiculous amount of pain radiating through her head before everything went black.

At Chevalier Institute of Dance, on south 8th street which was a fairly good size building with how many students were known to come to the school to learn all kinds of dance. Beatrice had arrived at nine o'clock in the morning for her first group of students. Beatrice walked into the changing room and changed into her ballet gear that she had brought that morning.

She walked back into the room and saw that some of her students had finally came in. "Go get changed and meet back out here." She said with a smile as she watched her students go into the changing area of the studio. Beatrice pulled her hair into a bun making sure that it wasn't going to be in her way when she taught the students. This was the first time that she was teaching beginner students. She saw the students come back into the room.

"Alright just watch me alright dears." Beatrice said with a smile. "These are the easiest moves that you can learn." Beatrice got into the first stance the heels of her feet were touching, her toes were pointed outward in the starting position for any beginner. "I want you to do this." She said as she got onto the balls of her feet.

Hours later she never stopped teaching her students. She was showing them a new routine that was to be used later on in the week. Music was blaring that was classical in style. Her movements were crisp and clean. She was graceful. Students were watching her like that she was the next best thing. She was constantly on her toes and off of them in a few moments. Some of her movements were faster than most.

She knew that she should've taken a break, but teaching a new routine wasn't easy for students to learn so it was best to show them the routine before breaking it down so at least they knew what it looked like. She felt light headed and lost her balance hitting her head off of the barre (A ballet bar that has mirrors behind it to teach ballerinas to have balance.)

"Miss Chevalier!" Her students shouted out before she had slipped off into darkness.

It was a cold and rainy day in Southampton on the second day of March in 1912. Mia was awoken first by the freezing drops of liquid hitting her face. At first she groaned, swiping at her face irritably and tried to roll over. But then she realized she wasn't in a bed. She wasn't on the floor of Stark-Schendel either. What was it she felt beneath her? Cobblestones? She sat up, extremely aware of the pain in her head. She looked to one side and saw Beatrice on the pavement as well.

She took a few more looks around. "Oh boy," she groaned. She recognized these streets from years and years of research dedicated to one ship and everything related to it. "Bea, Bea wake up," she shook her friend a little rougher than she intended, but at least it got her to wake up.

"Mia," Beatrice looked around with wide eyes. "Are we really . . . ?"

"Yep," Mia answered the unfinished question. "This is all feels far too real to be a hallucination. Looks like we'll get to do exactly what we've always wanted. Once we get our hands on clothes and some money, we'll get to sail on the Titanic."

Beatrice nodded her head still shell shocked to know that she was here in Southampton with her best friend. "God... I'll be damned." She said, softly. "How the hell are we going to get the money?" Beatrice asked bringing up the current problem that laid before them. She held onto her head as she slowly stood up staggering a little bit.

Mia grabbed onto Beatrice before she fell down. "Woh careful there Bea. Are you light headed?"

"No, not that." Beatrice said rubbing her head lightly. "I hit my head off of the barre in the studio." Beatrice explained to Mia.

"Careful I don't need you hurting yourself even more." Mia said, stressing her concern to Beatrice.

"I don't want you to hurt ether. I think we are both hurting." Beatrice said, as they slowly walked together to figure out their plans of trying to get onto the Titanic.

The both of them supported each other as they walked. The pains slowly were disappearing in their heads as they walked.

"The only problem is how are we going to get the fine gowns... We don't even know what day it is." Beatrice said as they walked into one of the alleys to make sure that no one saw them.

They were both wearing the clothes that they were wearing in 2012 when they were at work. Neither one of them wanted to explain their odd clothes. They needed to come up with a plan and come up with one quickly.

Beatrice rubbed her cold arms with her hands. "By the way the weather is... it has to be sometime in March." She said shivering lightly.

"Well, let's just hope that we don't run into anyone. We really don't need to explain our clothes." Mia said pulling the cloth that clung to her a little bit.

Beatrice stepped carefully trying not to injure her feet since they were in ballet slippers. "At least you have a normal shoe on." She said as she walked next to her friend trying to make sure that she didn't ruin her shoes they weren't the best to walk in when they were soaked.

"Do we have any money on us now?" Mia asked as she looked over at her friend. Her once straight hair was curling and sticking to her face.

Beatrice let out a sigh. "We do..." She said softly. She reached down into the hem of the dress that she was wearing and pulled out a small wallet that she always carried on her. She had almost forgotten that she had it. She handed the wallet over to Mia. "I do admit I am not good with British money... Mia you tell us how much we have." She said softly.

Mia looked at her friend sadly. "No, you're grandparents gave this to you, we can't use it. You'll want it back once we get back home." She knew Beatrice carried it with her everywhere and would miss it terribly if they had to use it.

"We need it. We can't run around 1912 like this," Beatrice replied. "Now just tell me if there's enough."

Mia counted through it quickly and then closed her eyes as she tried to calculate inflation rates... well, deflation considering they had gone back in time. "It seems they left you quite a bit. If I remember my research correctly," They both smiled. Mia always remembered her research correctly. "If I remember correctly, this should be just enough to buy at least two dresses each, if not more, and we should still have some left over as long as we don't get too crazy." An abandoned newspaper was sitting nearby, caught her attention. She bent down slightly to investigate. The ink was slightly runny, and she assumed it was about a day old, but she still made out the date.

Beatrice who had been examining the paper as well, smiled at Mia. "March is just beginning. That's plenty of time for us to go and pay a visit to my grandparents, don't you think?" Mia shared in her friend's smile. Beatrice's grandparents... Her grandparents were still fairly young. They were only around the age of six or seven. So they would be seeing her great grandparents which scared her a little bit.

"Well, let's go." Mia said, with a bigger smile.

"First we need to get a dress..." Beatrice said, looking at her friend. "We really don't want to be going to my grandparents... well I should go to my grandfather's parents house dressed like this." She said with a small sad smile.

"Oh I forgot your grandparents were fairly young."

Beatrice laughed lightly. "Well... I don't know how on earth we are going to do this, but it is worth a shot to see if we can talk to them..."

Mia nodded her head. "Well, let's get a few dresses first."

Beatrice's face scrunched up. "You do know with me being French... I have to have more of a French style of dress... Did you want to go with the same French style?" Beatrice asked her friend softly.

Mia stood there and thought for a minute. "Hm... I am not sure yet... Do you even think we could pass as sisters?"

"We could... but you have to work on a French accent if you want to try the sisters bit." Beatrice said with a smile.

Mia laughed lightly. Mia really didn't know what to do. They had over a month to get everything together and that even meant getting a French accent down pat. "Well I am sure that we can pull it off." Mia said with a big smile.

"I guess we will find out."

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