A/N: to all of my WONDERFUL 'lost in thought' fans...my computer is
evil!!!! It KILLED my files!! But don't worry! It WILL be back soon!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! That's why James Cameron is rolling around in millions and I'm not!
Brock Lovett had told himself long ago he would never love anything other than his work. That suited him well, until he met Clarice. She was wonderful; everything he could ask for, and more. But she stood between him and the Heart of the Ocean, something he couldn't allow. She left him soon after their wedding. After that, Brock had gone back to his old rule of never loving. Then he met Lizzy Calvert.
Brock ran a hand through his wet hair, and pulled on the hood of his poncho. Returning to shore after his search for the Heart of the Ocean would be hard, but some part of him was glad it was over. He stepped to the railing and leaned over, looking into the ocean. The same ocean that had claimed all those lives the night Titanic sunk. Brock felt sick. He'd only ever thought about the financial benefits of the Titanic, never it's unsung heroes or tragic stories. It was always about the money. Until yesterday.
"Mr. Lovett?" a voice behind him said. Brock spun around and found himself face to face with Lizzy. He blushed uncontrollably.
"Lizzy, just call me Brock," he said.
"Sorry Mr. Lov-, I mean Brock." He noticed how her cheeks colored when she said his name. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'I have a chance.' He frowned at the thoughts and pushed them out of his head. "I think my grandmother is still asleep, because I've been knocking on her door for a while now, but it won't open."
"Damn doors," he said, "they only open when they want to. Don't worry." She smiled slightly as he reassured her.
Brock made his way inside, Lizzy behind him. He walked quickly towards Rose's door. Something about the gloomy hallway and the drizzle made him feel that all was not right.
He arrived at the door, pounding on it. "Rose," he called, "are you alright?" No answer. "Rose," he repeated, knocking louder. He looked back at Lizzy, who was biting her lip. "It's alright," he said, "I can open it." Brock rested his hand around the doorknob. 'Strangely enough, I'm going to miss that knob,' he thought. Astounded at his stupidity, he shook away the thought and jiggled the knob. "That should do it," he said, pushing the door in.
Brock didn't like the feel inside the room. It was too dark, too cold. He watched as Lizzy went over to her grandmother.
"Brock," she whispered, sitting on the bed, "her hands are cold." He walked over and felt the old woman's hands. 'They feel like ice,' he thought.
"Oh my God," Lizzy whispered, bringing a hand up to her mouth. "She's dead," she cried.
Brock sat next to her, pulling her close. "Shh," he whispered, stroking her head, "shh, I'm here, calm down, it'll be alright."
A/N: You like? Review, and I'll add more!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! That's why James Cameron is rolling around in millions and I'm not!
Brock Lovett had told himself long ago he would never love anything other than his work. That suited him well, until he met Clarice. She was wonderful; everything he could ask for, and more. But she stood between him and the Heart of the Ocean, something he couldn't allow. She left him soon after their wedding. After that, Brock had gone back to his old rule of never loving. Then he met Lizzy Calvert.
Brock ran a hand through his wet hair, and pulled on the hood of his poncho. Returning to shore after his search for the Heart of the Ocean would be hard, but some part of him was glad it was over. He stepped to the railing and leaned over, looking into the ocean. The same ocean that had claimed all those lives the night Titanic sunk. Brock felt sick. He'd only ever thought about the financial benefits of the Titanic, never it's unsung heroes or tragic stories. It was always about the money. Until yesterday.
"Mr. Lovett?" a voice behind him said. Brock spun around and found himself face to face with Lizzy. He blushed uncontrollably.
"Lizzy, just call me Brock," he said.
"Sorry Mr. Lov-, I mean Brock." He noticed how her cheeks colored when she said his name. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'I have a chance.' He frowned at the thoughts and pushed them out of his head. "I think my grandmother is still asleep, because I've been knocking on her door for a while now, but it won't open."
"Damn doors," he said, "they only open when they want to. Don't worry." She smiled slightly as he reassured her.
Brock made his way inside, Lizzy behind him. He walked quickly towards Rose's door. Something about the gloomy hallway and the drizzle made him feel that all was not right.
He arrived at the door, pounding on it. "Rose," he called, "are you alright?" No answer. "Rose," he repeated, knocking louder. He looked back at Lizzy, who was biting her lip. "It's alright," he said, "I can open it." Brock rested his hand around the doorknob. 'Strangely enough, I'm going to miss that knob,' he thought. Astounded at his stupidity, he shook away the thought and jiggled the knob. "That should do it," he said, pushing the door in.
Brock didn't like the feel inside the room. It was too dark, too cold. He watched as Lizzy went over to her grandmother.
"Brock," she whispered, sitting on the bed, "her hands are cold." He walked over and felt the old woman's hands. 'They feel like ice,' he thought.
"Oh my God," Lizzy whispered, bringing a hand up to her mouth. "She's dead," she cried.
Brock sat next to her, pulling her close. "Shh," he whispered, stroking her head, "shh, I'm here, calm down, it'll be alright."
A/N: You like? Review, and I'll add more!