Chapter 1

Rose woke up in a lifeboat, covered in blankets and looking up at the morning sky. Where was she? How did she get there? And most importantly, where was Jack? She was cold, colder than she could ever remember being. Others in the boat stared at her as she lifted her head up and tried to figure out her surroundings.

"Oh, honey. You're awake! We were worried that you wouldn't make it. You were almost frozen when our boat got you out of the water." A kind-looking lady spoke up from the seat next to Rose.

Rose stared at her for a bit, still too cold and confused to understand what was going on. "Jack.. I mean, did you pick anyone up who was with me? A blonde man?"

The woman looked sympathetic, and responded, "Yes, we did. He is over there," she pointed to a figure bundled up in several blankets. "He was even worse off than you, but he's still alive. We're hoping the ship's infirmary can fix him up."

Rose looked over at Jack, grateful to see that he was alive. She wanted nothing more than to crawl over to him, wrap her arms around him and tell him that she loved him, but she was so weak. She could hardly move.. She thanked God for Jack's survival before she fell back into a deep sleep.

Rose woke up shortly after she fell asleep, awakened by the sounds of a rescue ship approaching. The others in the boat were sobbing – both from happiness of their own rescue and from the sadness that so many others were unable to see this beautiful sight of a rescue ship saving them. Rose sat quietly as the lifeboat began rowing towards the ship, staring at the still sleeping figure near her that was her love, Jack. When they reached the ship, Jack was lifted up in a sling, too weak from the ordeal to climb the ladder to the ship. Rose allowed herself to be lifted up after him, extremely weak but eager to be with her Jack. Both Rose and Jack were immediately taken to the ship's infirmary for medical care.

Rose awoke the next day in a hospital bed and saw a nurse to her right, setting up some food for Rose's breakfast.

It took Rose a moment to figure out exactly where she was, but when she did, all she wanted was Jack. Rose tried to speak, although her voice was weak and cracked while she spoke. "Nurse, I need to find my, uh.. husband. His name is Jack. He is in the infirmary as well."

The nurse looked at her sympathetically. "Ma'am, I'm not sure who you're talking about. However, I'll do what I can to assist you in your search once you're feeling better. Right now, you need to rest."

Rose was not accepting of the nurse's response. "No, you don't understand. I need to find Jack! He was in the boat with me, but he was sick and cold and not doing so well… I need to find him immediately!"

The nurse was sympathetic, but she knew that Rose needed to get her rest, or she herself may not survive. Getting worked up would not help Rose in her recovery. "I'm sorry, miss. I will help you as much as you can once you are feeling better. Now please, rest."

Rose gave up, knowing that the nurse was right.. she needed to recover before she could be of much assistance to Jack. Oh, her beloved Jack.. just 24 hours ago they were making love in the back of a car, expressing their love to each other as they united as one. How had things changed so much? All she wanted was to hold Jack and tell him how much she loved him.. something she had yet to get the chance to do. All Rose could do was lie there and think about her times with Jack, hoping that there were many more to come.

Meanwhile, Molly Brown was walking through the infirmary, looking to see if Jack and Rose were there. She hadn't seen either of them in first class or steerage, and she was starting to worry about the young couple. When Rose refused a spot in the lifeboat, Molly knew that she was going back to Jack. She had seen the love in their eyes at the first class dinner. Jack would protect Rose and made sure that she survived the sinking. Molly just needed to find her, and she hoped that Jack had survived as well.

Molly walked past a room, seeing red hair sticking out from under a blanket that covered the rest of the person under it. Very few people had hair that red.. it had to be Rose. Molly grabbed a nurse and asked to see that woman immediately, as she was a close family friend.

Once Molly walked into the room, Rose woke up. "Molly? What are you doing here?"

"Rose, honey! You survived! Well, ain't this a sight to see. We were all worried you were dead," Molly exclaimed.

Rose stared at her. "We?"

"Your mother, Cal…"

Rose looked at Molly very seriously. "To them, I am dead. Rose Dewitt-Bukater went down with the Titanic. I don't want to see either of them again, especially Cal. It's better if he believes I'm dead."

Molly nodded, very understanding. "Well, alright. I can promise you that I won't say anything about your survival. Now where the heck is Jack? I hope that boy survived."

Rose gave a small smile. "He was rescued out of the water, along with me. The last I saw him, he was in the lifeboat, too weak to do much but sleep. I wanted to go see him earlier, but the nurse would not permit it until I got some rest."

Molly looked extremely pleased to hear that Jack had survived. "Well, heck, let's go find him! I'll tell that nurse that you need to find your husband immediately, no questions asked."

Rose smiled. All she wanted was to be reunited with her Jack, and now Molly was here to help her. Her mother was never fond of Molly, but Rose quickly took a liking to her on the ship. Molly, although she was wealthy, hadn't forgotten her roots and where she started out, and she sure didn't judge those who were less fortunate than her. Molly, like Rose, wasn't like a lot of the first class – snobby, judgmental, uppity.

Molly helped Rose up from the bed in the infirmary, and helped her get used to walking at first. They walked out of Rose's room, looking for Jack. He had to be in the infirmary somewhere. Rose only hoped that he was doing alright and recovering.

They passed a few rooms, seeing mostly women and children. Finally, at the end of the hall, they saw a figure covered in a blanket with blonde hair sticking out the top.

"Jack!" Rose ran towards him, screaming. Molly was close behind her.