Okay, I know this has probably been done thousands of times, but I don't care. In my FanFiction, Jack lives! Hooray! Let's celebrate! **Does happy dance** Now on to the story!

(PS. This is Rose's POV)

"Up she goes, up she goes," I sang hoarsely when I heard the cry of a man in the distance.

"Hello! Anyone out there?" He called.

"Jack! Jack! Wake up! Wake up!"

Tears started to roll down my cheeks as I thought that Jack wasn't going to wake up. "Jack . . . Jack . . ." I shook his arm. He grunted. "Jack! They're coming back for us!"

He seemed to regain some form of clarity. I remembered that there was a man with a whistle nearby.

I managed to pull Jack up on the board I was on while I slipped into the freezing water. It took awhile, but I managed. I mean, I didn't want him to fall into the water and be away from me forever. When I looked back at the small boat, it was going away! I swam as quick as I could—which wasn't very fast—to the man that had the whistle. I tried not to look at the man's face as I pulled the whistle from the water. I put the whistle in my mouth and blew as hard as I could. It wasn't very loud, but loud enough to get the people on the boat's attention.

"Over here!" a man said. They rowed towards us. I went back to Jack.

When they got to us, I pulled out of the water by strong, warm hands. Jack was left there on the board, leaving him left for dead.

"No!" I shouted. "He's alive! You can't leave him! Jack! Jack!"

"Calm down, miss," someone said. But I wouldn't calm down until they pulled him aboard.

"Please," I whispered, tears streaming down my face like a waterfall. The men finally got Jack beside of me, both of us wrapped in dozens of blankets.

"What is your name, ma'am?"

"R-R-Rose D-D-Dawson."

"His?" He pointed towards Jack.

"J-J-Jack D-Dawson."

"Are you two related in any way?"

"W-We were g-going t-t-to get married in Am-Am-America." It was hard to talk, my teeth were chattering so hard. Even though we weren't going to, I was pretty sure that this experience would seal it. Knowing Jack, I'm for sure he would propose to me.

Everything else was a blur in my memories as we made our path to the Titanic's sister ship. Jack made small noises as I talked to him, trying determinedly to respond.

In the infirmary on the Californian, I was asked a bunch of questions. Name, class, date of birth, other family members that might have survived; the list goes on and on.

After a few days on the ship, Jack recovered. He woke up and stayed up. Previously, he'd just open his eyes for a few seconds then close them. Now, he was up for an hour or more.

"Rose, oh God!" Jack said when he woke up—for real—the first time. We went into a passionate kiss. When we broke apart, he said, "I'm so glad you're alive!"

"Jack"—I kissed his cheek—"oh, Jack!"

We couldn't do much but say each other's names at the moment.

"Ma'am, I need you to leave for a while. "We need to check him over—just to make sure he'll be fine," a nurse said.

With reluctance, I said, "Okay." To Jack, I said, "Don't leave me again." He kissed me and I left the room, looking back when I got to the door.

Yes, I know. It's a crappy chapter. Should I continue?