Hello, everybody!! This is just another Titanic One-shot that I wrote, Rose's point of view. I actually wrote it a few months ago, and read it again a few minutes. I decided I might as well post it up here. Tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Seriously, I could never own Titanic!!
"I kept my promise, Jack," I said.
"I know you did," he whispered into my ear. "I always knew you would."
We broke our embrace. I looked down at my hands. As I had thought, they were youthful. Jack took my shoulders gently, and I looked up again.
"101, huh?" he asked, smiling.
I nodded, laughed, and wiped the tears off my face. "I think we changed some people, Jack."
"Yeah, I think you did."
"No. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a story."
"Mmm, Rose," he murmured, pulling me in again. He was caught up in the moment, and so was I. We hadn't seen each other in 84 years! He looked just the same; clear blue eyes, that perfect flop of blonde hair hanging in his face. Judging only by my hands, I guessed that I looked the same as last time, with bright red curls and lips. I had smooth skin, with no wrinkles. No age spots.
He seemed to read my mind. "You are beautiful no matter how old you are," he said to me. We let each other go and held touched my cheek. His other hand reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the one thing that I had recently disposed of, but had carried around my entire life.
The Heart of the Ocean.
"Thank you for the gift," he said to me.
I looked up at him. I had thrown it into the ocean the night before. I just couldn't put it into the hands of the treasure hunters. It had been my hope and my burden for 84 years, ever since I discovered it in Cal's pocket after Titanic sunk.
Jack leaned in toward me. "Wear it one more time for me, Rose." I gave a very small nod, and he fastened the huge blue diamond around my neck. It was heavy, as usual, but it was warm, as if Jack's touch had taken the ice from it.
"Beautiful," he said. And then he kissed me, and all the wonderful, happy, memories of those two days came flooding back. And all the horror. The terror. The tears. I whimpered, and Jack pulled me in tight. His chin rested on my shoulder, whispering assurances in my ear. I didn't really hear the words, just his voice in my ear, his breath on my cheek. And I knew all was good.
"I went to Santa Monica, Jack," I whispered in his ear. "I rode astride in the surf and rode the roller coaster. I went flying."
"Did you throw up?" he asked in jest.
"No, I couldn't go quite that long," I smiled. He kissed my forehead.
"Did it hurt?" I asked, after a moment. He let go of me and took my hand, leading me along the hallway that formed whenever I saw Jack in my dreams.
"A little," he admitted. "All I could think about was keeping you alive, even if I couldn't be there with you. It just got too cold."
"I know." I stepped in front of him and touched his cheek, as though reassuring myself that he wasn't cold or dying.
He grasped my hand and kissed it tenderly. "Rose, thank you. You made sure that you lived and kept my promise. I –"
I placed a finger on his lips. "I couldn't let your sacrifice be in vain."
He ran his hand through my hair, his finger occasionally catching and twisting one of my curls. His other hand touched my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. I rose up and kissed him, my hands on his waist. His hands stopped stroking and twisting and moved to the back of my head, pulling me a little closer. I didn't want it to end. But I didn't think it ever would. It was Heaven, after all.