So here's the new story, I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone who's put up with me. You know who you are, anyway. I've been thinking about this story since I don't know I started this site. At least when I read the archive, so… Read, Review, and All that Jazz. -~Camille~- (P.S It's not that great, but please read. It get's better. )

Prologue

"Hey Watson, you wouldn't happen to have a lighter?" said Harold (Harry) Fitzpatrick to Jack Dawson now known as "Frank" Watson in his solid Brooklyn accent. Jack or "Frank" looked up to his friend, plunged his hand in his pocket. Digging for a lighter, his distinguished fingers picked up the lighter in shaking hands and somehow tossed it over to Harry. "Frank" and Harry always smuggled cigarettes into the, "Jefferson Gables: Home for the Assisted Living".

"Here," said "Frank". Harold lit his cigarette, taking a few puff before letting it hang from his lower lip. He held his cards close; Harold had learned long before never to play Poker with Frank. They were just playing a simple game of, "Go Fish". Frank chuckled,

"Look at us a couple of old geezers playing cards." Frank's lips curled into a half smile.

"Yep Older Geezers, now you have any Queen's?"

"Nope, go fish. Would you turn on the television? My niece is on."

"You do it." Frank grumbled, as he collected his cards.

"Bastard," Harry muttered. As he reached for the remote, clicking on the television they saw the bright face of Charlotte Fitzpatrick. Frank had met her a few times when Harold's family came to visit on Christmas. She was wrapping up her bit,

"Damn it! I missed it." Frank smirked as he played with his cards.

"Well are you still playing or not?" Harold turned his attention back to the game.

"Any Nine's?" Jack shook his head.

"Nope, go fish." The Television was still on, blaring as the new Lady came on.

"-Lovett claims that the "Heart of the Ocean" was NOT found in the search of Hockley's room. However…" Frank straightened, while Harry gave him a look,

"Frank what are you…"

"Turn that up Harry." Harry obeyed,

"Mr. Lovett can you tell what was found in the search?" A voice came in as well a picture of a younger man holding phone up against his ear.

"Well Barbara…"

"Ms. Cramer." She corrected,

"Ms. Cramer, we found a drawing. This one to be exact, right here and my team has preserved it to its original form. The Camera then shifted to a very familiar picture, the drawing. The drawing he had made many decades ago of a nude Rose,

"Jack I want you to draw me like of your French girls, wearing this."

"Alright,"

"Jack I want you to draw me wearing only this."

"What's up with you?" Harry asked hardly concerned.

"Well I'll be damned…"

So what did you think? Like it, hate it? Review! Anyway, I know the dialogue isn't exactly like the movie. But I wanted it to be different.