This was requested for me to write by BellaVision. I'm finally writing it(: R&R

"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" Fifth Officer Lowe shouted out into the darkness. "Is anyone alive out there?"

Rose's head lifted off the ornate door. She tried to wake him up, but to no use. Jack's eyes wouldn't open. Rose searched for the lifeboat. It was going away. Why was it going away? Rose was still alive! She needed to get on that boat, to live, to fulfill her promise to Jack. Rose thought for a moment. She had to make a decision: let Jack go or stay with him forever. The boat's light was fading. They were searching for other survivors. They wouldn't rescue her unless she decided now.

I'm sorry, Jack, she thought. Rose slid Jack off the door. He bobbed in the water, his hand still frozen to hers. "I love you, Jack," she said hoarsely. "I'll never let go." Rose watched Jack slipped under the water. Now Rose herself got into the water. There was an officer nearby, floating on debris. He had a whistle. Rose swam as fast as she could to him. That boat had to come back.

Rose tried her best not to notice his pale face, his purple lips, his lifeless eyes. But it didn't work. I know him, thought Rose. Officer Wilde. Rose gently took the whistle out of mouth. A wrist caught hers and held it tightly. "Bring them back," Officer Wilde breathed and was barely heard by Rose. She placed the whistle in her mouth and blew.

Lowe heard a sound. Was it a scream? No, it was the cry of a whistle. "Turn about!" he hollered. Soon, they found Rose and Officer Wilde. The men in the boat pulled the two out of the water and bundled them in blankets. Rose fought the sleep, but it overpowered her and she slept.

Rose awoke in the shadows of the Carpathia. Her arms felt heavy and she was still tired. She couldn't think about what had happened this past night. Jack… Rose felt strong arms under her, helping her up. She was helped up the side of the ship. She was offered coffee, soup, anything warm. She declined every offer, still in shock to register anything. But she noticed a child crying. Rose recognized that girl. It was Cora. Rose knelt beside her. She brushed a tear off the child's cheek. "Cora?" she asked tentatively.

Cora sniffed loudly before speaking. "R-Rose?"

"Yes. Are you okay, Cora?"

Cora shook her head. "S-somebody said m-my d-daddy was d-dead." She started sobbing into Rose's shoulder.

"No, Cora, no. Your daddy is here, with you, always." Rose placed a hand over Cora's heart. She remembered being told the same advice four years ago when her own father passed away.

"You t-think so?"

"I know so." Rose smiled and Cora smiled back.

"Beautiful child of yours, she is," said a nurse making her final checkups on the Titanic passengers.

"Oh…she's not mine," Rose said. Cora was asleep in her arms.

"Her parents passed in the sinking?" Rose nodded in response.

"I'm Hallie," the nurse said, holding a hand out for Rose to shake.

"Rose."

The two talked to each other for a while. Before Hallie had to walk away, she said, "You know, if that child doesn't have a family to go to, why don't you adopt her?"

The next day, Rose sought out for Harold Lowe. He was sitting at a table, drinking coffee and talking calmly with other White Star Line employees who survived. Rose walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Officer Lowe, I'd like to thank you for saving me last night," she said. "If you didn't come back…I wouldn't be here."

"You're welcome," Officer Lowe replied. "Rose…do you have anywhere to go after this?"

"Actually…um, no. I haven't thought about it yet. I guess I'll have to try to find a job first, a cheap place to live." There's no chance I'll make my way back to my mother, she thought.

"I can help you. Would you like to accompany me to Boston?"

"Oh, uh, thank you! Thank you so much! This means a lot to me. Now if you'll excuse me..." Rose turned to find Cora.

Today Rose reached New York. When she first boarded the Titanic, she was dreading coming here, locked into a marriage with Cal. Then, she planned to reach New York with Jack beside of her. Now, she was here, practically alone, with Cora and going to live with somebody who was practically a stranger!

A man walked up to her, breaking Rose out of her reverie when he said, "What's your name, ma'am?"

Rose paused. "Dawson. Rose Dawson." Rose DeWitt Bukater had died on the ship, but Rose Dawson was born.

"And the child?"

"Cora."

"Thank you." The man left with his clipboard and went to collect the names of other survivors.

Rose felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and was met with Lowe's face. "Ms. Dewitt Bukater, are you ready? It's almost time to dock." Rose nodded, not bothering to correct him at the time, and took Lowe's arm. Cora grasped her left hand. "For now, we will have to stay at my great-aunt Martha's house until we can find an apartment complex for you. But about Aunt Martha…she's a bit, erm…dotty, if you will…but, really, she's a lovely lady once you get to know her…" Rose half-listened to him speak, but she was too wrapped up in her thoughts to actually pay attention. "…Ms. Dewitt Bukater, are you all right?" she heard him say.

Rose's head snapped towards Lowe. "Oh, yes, I'm fine, absolutely fine," she replied. She paused. "You can call me Rose, if you'd like."

"Very well, then, Ms. Rose."

As they were passing through the crowd of waiting families, survivors, and reporters, Rose thought she spotted Cal telling his sob story to some reporter about how he had "lost his precious fiancé." She was pretty sure, he wouldn't be able to see her, but Rose kept her head down, anyway, just in case.

The trio soon arrived at Officer Lowe's aunt's house. Lowe rang the doorbell and stepped back from the door, waiting for it to open. It opened a moment later by a tall, balding butler. "Ah, Mr. Harold," he said, "the mistress has been expecting you arrival for quite some time and she already has your room made. I expect I shall be making beds for the guests?" By the time he had finished talking, they had reached the parlor. Cora was starring at the room in amazement.

"Yes, Albert, that would be nice," Officer Lowe responded.

There was a semi-awkward silence as Albert left the room. Rose could hear a conversation in the room next door, but tried particularly hard not to listen. The silence was broken when a woman shouted from behind that closed door. "Harold! Do come in, do come in! I know you're out there! Why don't you join me for a cup of tea?"

"I'll be right there, Aunt Martha," Lowe called back. He started walking forward, intending for Rose and Cora to follow. He opened the door for the two girls and entered behind them. Rose was surprised when she saw Martha's company.

"Molly?" she asked.

So, I hoped you liked it! The request was sent to me over a year ago and I felt I just had to get it done. So, review, please! (I'll except constructive criticism, just no flames.)