Finding a Promised Memory
Summary: A survivor of the Titanic recovers from near death, only to discover he is haunted by a memory lost. A Jack/Rose fic.
Disclaimer: I by no means own any rights or otherwise from any movie, book, etc…of titanic or its characters. I'm doing this on a whim of something that I want to see happen, darned it!
A.N.- Because I am doing this on a whim of an idea that's been plugged in my mind for some time now, I will need reviews to keep this up! Support, it's all about the support! And the fact that I love to read my own stories ;) SO…please review and I'll make sure to keep us all happy. I am taking some liberties with the events that happened in the movie, mostly concerning the 'old rose' events but hopefully not too many that it will be unbelievable.
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(Jack)
I felt a sudden rush of renewed coldness flood over my face and instantly was drawn to consciousness. My stiff body clenched with the need to take a breath but for reasons I didn't understand, I knew enough not to. I tried to move in the icy tomb I found myself in. Up, I heard my mind whisper through the darkness. My eyes were closed, I realized almost too late. I forced them open despite the sting. I saw little but it was enough. My limbs were numb and I found I could barely move them in my attempts to push my body to the small hint of light I assumed was upward. I could feel my chest threatening to still, longing for the comfort I knew the darkness would provide. Yet I refused. The feeling was there. Desperate. A screaming severity that made me continue fighting. The surroundings had become a haze in my slowed mind yet a single thought urged me onward. I couldn't let go.
I became aware of an object within reach and I grasped. I watched my disconnected fingers, only able to will them to take hold. The freezing air bit at my skin as I pulled my head out of the water. It didn't take long to register that the floating object was none other than a frozen corpse. I didn't stop to think that I should rightfully be the same before I began to pull the loose life vest from the man's body. A whistle sounded from a distance. Perhaps it was closer. I couldn't tell. The jacket was more difficult to wear than I hoped, so I settled for a single hole around one arm. It was enough to keep me floating.
Swim. I had to keep swimming. The whistle had stopped and my sight was blurred. I thought I saw a faint light from the corner of my eye and instantly tried to focus on it. So I swam. Or what could have been an attempt to swim, pushing frozen objects and faces aside as I moved. My thoughts became muffled beyond anything but swimming. Voices could be heard drawing closer. I couldn't tell from where until something firm latched onto me and pulled me up from the water. It was soon after that I found I couldn't stop shivering. In a way I almost wished to be back in the cold embrace that would allow my body to finally rest. I knew I couldn't though. I had to fight. I had to live. The urgent determination refused to loosen its hold on me. I pulled the now surrounding blankets closer as I tried to focus on any sound, any movement around me. I felt hands moving my frozen skin. I felt. I didn't know what would come of me next, but I was awake…and I felt.
