A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Titanic story, so be nice. This is an idea I've been playing around with for a while. I hope you enjoy and remember to REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic, so don't sue, please.
Cold and lifeless, Rose hid under a blanket, trying to fit in with the steerage crowd. Jack had made her promise that she would live. And she knew living wasn't going back to Cal and her mother.
"I don't think you'll find any of your people down here, Sir. It's all steerage." The attendant told Cal.
But Caledon Hockley knew better than that. He knew if he searched long enough, he would find her. Jack would of made sure she got on a boat, possibly giving his life by doing so. Cal hoped that this would have been the outcome. Not that he wanted Jack to die, just to leave Rose alone. And with him dead, Rose could come back to him.
Cal caught a glimpse of a lock of fiery red hair, and he pushed through the crowd to reach her.
"Rose!" He yelped, as the woman turned around and looked at him, puzzled.
Cal walked away, and looked across the deck, and out into the open ocean, and then he saw wisps of Rose's red hair blowing in the breeze, her white face hidden underneath a thin blanket.
Cal stepped closer to examine the body that the hair belonged to, and it was true. There she was, sitting, shivering, and all alone. Her face looked hollow and empty, but you could that she still had hope.
Cal walked over to her, and placed his hand on you back.
"I thought you were gone." He said, sitting down next to her. Rose turned away from him, hoping he was a dream, a mirage.
But he wasn't. Every cold, bitter piece of him was holding her, touching her, stroking her hair, and now, pulling her hand to stand up. Rose felt lifeless and small, as Cal hugged her.
"Oh, Rose." Cal said, as a tear fell from his cheek. Rose was alive, Jack was dead; finally, hopefully, everything could go back to the way things were.
"Cal," Rose whispered. "Cal, I'm not going back."
Cal let go of her and looked right into her eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous, of course you are. Everyone is worried sick about you, especially your poor mother."
"Cal, I can't, I won't." Rose stuttered
"Rose, this accident hasn't changed anything between you and me. You are still my fiancé, and you still have to honor me." Cal stated. "Now, come along. Your mother will be wanting to see you."
He pulled on her hand, and she stayed still.
"Rose!" Cal hissed. "Come with me. Now."
Rose reluctantly let Cal pull her through the crowds of people back to where the Carpathia staff had placed the first class survivors.
'I'm sorry, Jack' she thought, and looked up at Cal. Looking at him made her feel empty, like he was the only thing she could ever look at again.