This is my first Titanic fic please don't be too hard on me but if I need a good kick in the right direction please give it to me. I watched Titanic when I was little and completely forgot about it 'till I went to my cousins house and was messing with her keyboard and heard the song that I can't remember the name to anyway to some it all up I watched the movie a good four times and read a couple fanfics and was inspired to write my own so without telling you my life's story here is my fanfic!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic
Rose Dewitt Bukater stared out the foggy window of Cal's house, she was in the room that she was suppose to share with him. Once again Rose felt trapped, the world of overly dressed, stingy, high priced 'masters of the universe' was over whelming her.
"Miss?" Rose did not answer the call of Cal's maid, her mind was some where else wishing, hoping, and dreaming a dream that would never come true "Miss, Master Hockley would like you to come down to dinner, he says that it is unhealthy for you not to eat and your mother says it is not lady like to stare out the window,"
"She does not understand, none of them do,"
"Would you like to talk about it, Miss?" Rose thought about this question for a moment before a smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, I would love to talk to you about it…but you must swear on your life you will not mention this to anyone especially not Cal and Mother"
"Yes, ma'am, I swear it" Rose turned to face the maid who gave her a gentle smile, Rose kindly returned it.
"It's Rose, I would like for you to call me Rose. I would also like for you to tell me your name"
"My name is Emma"
"That's a nice name"
"Thank you"
"I met a man abroad The Titanic, very artistic, kind, loving man that made me fall out of love with Cal not that you could call our relationship loving, but I fell in love with this man even though we only new each other for three days. He died when The Titanic sunk and have not stopped thinking about him since…Jack Dawson was his name"
"Really, well I share his last name I do. Emma Dawson"
"D-D-Dawson?" Rose asked wide eyed giving Emma a disbelieving look
"Yes"
"Where are you from?"
"Chippewa Falls"
"Are you married?"
"I was once, he was a wonderful man, but he died in a fire horrible just horrible…I had a son also he was the most wonderful boy, but I do not know if he survived the fire" Emma looked sadly at the ground, then a smile appeared on her face and she looked back up "What am I talking about my son is still alive I saw him at the park when I was on my way to the store, he was drawing, he really enjoys drawing-"
"Are you sure he was your son?"
"Positive, I talked to him and asked for his name, Jack Dawson, I am absolutely sure it was him, outgoing, adventurous, drawing, it was defiantly him"
"How long ago was your meeting?"
"About five minuet's ago"
"You must come with me" Rose said desperately, Emma looked shocked
"But, Miss, I'm not to leave unless shopping"
"Your leaving on my order, my word should be good enough for that bastard, and call me Rose" Rose told Emma as they ran out the front door and towards the park Emma had seen Jack in, dodging the zooming cars of New York as they past street after street until they reached the park. There sat Jack on one of the benches drawing, glancing up every few seconds to copy what he saw.
Okay I know it's really short but if you guys like the story then I will update and make longer chapters R&R please :D lya