A/N: Okay, here it goes. This is my second story and I wanted to be one where Jack lives but Rose doesn't know he's alive, nor does Jack know that Rose is alive…yet. I might need a little inspiration for this story as I'm not sure how I want it to unfold quite yet. Ideas are welcome :) and of course, I'll give you credit for the idea. As for my other story, Forever and For Always, it's on hiatus right now as I'm trying to re-write it but I'm having a writer's block :( Well enough of that…here it goes!

Review please!

Rose stepped off the Carpathia; pulling the trench coat she still wore closer to her trying to shield herself from the cold of the rain. She stopped in front of the Statue of Liberty, a wave of sadness suddenly overcoming her. She was brought out of her trance by a young man in uniform taking down names of survivors.

"Can I take your name please love?"

She looked at him and without question she replied, "Dawson, Rose Dawson."

She looked back up at Liberty and he gave his thanks and walked away. She sighed and began walking away from all the commotion and began looking for somewhere to stay. She found a local hotel not too far from the docks that was taking Titanic survivors. Her room hadn't been near as fancy as Titanic, but it was still elegant. She took off the coat, placing it on the couch and walked into the bedroom. She laid down finding that the bed was more comfortable than she thought. In a matter of minutes, she found herself falling asleep. She tried to fight it but sleep got the best of her and she dozed off.

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Jack had been searching for her since he stepped off the ship. He'd checked the survivor list, but to his dismay there was no name of Rose DeWitt Bukater listed. He couldn't give up on her. He didn't want to. Although he wanted to continue searching, he had grown extremely tired and his body was still somewhat weak from the icy water. He walked into the same hotel for survivors and little did he know, he was only a few doors down from Rose.

Well this is just great, I'm never gonna find her. How could I lose her so easily? I kinda remember her letting me go into the water and when I came back up she was gone. No one would let me up long enough to try and find her on the rescue ship. If she's even alive.

Jack was brought out of his thoughts trying to not even think the thought of his Rose being dead. It was getting late, and since his search efforts would have to be put off until the morning, he'd decided to go to bed.

"Might as well, maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be a bad dream."

Get ahold of yourself Jack, don't give up just yet.

He climbed into bed with his thoughts, and soon he was overtaken by sleep. He began to dream of her. If only she were here…

A/N: Okay, there's chapter one. Now be honest and tell me where I could go with this story. I want to change it up a bit and make it different from a lot of Jack lives stories. So ideas are welcome! Constructive criticism is welcome.