A/N: I've had this story running through my head for a while now. I've been in a bit of a writers block, and had recently watched both 'Titanic' and 'The Blue Lagoon' - in a half-dazed sleep state thissort of just came to me.

Preface

It happened much quicker than you would imagine possible.

Within minutes of the collision the lower deck was flooded, the water gushing with tremendous power, knocking down everything in it's path including unsuspecting passengers.

Maura had been on the jogging track in the upper deck at the point of collision. She had fell to the floor with the impact, her knees and hands were bloody but she gripped on tight to a nearby mast. Her long hair masked her face, whipping in front of her with the incredible wind force, trying to drag her down to her demise.

She watched in terror as many of the people around her slid down towards the stern of the ship which was descending into the freezing waves. Couples, mothers, fathers, children. All gone within an instant. Maura heard their blood shrill cries as their bodies were broken and discarded amongst the wreckage, she closed her eyes tight and screamed along with them.

Jane was on the middle deck, powering her way towards the upper deck. She struggled past a rampaging mob of strangers who were desperately trying to push their way down to where the life boats were being deployed. She was more desperate. It was not her life that concerned her, it was Maura's. "Please", she prayed, "Let her be okay, please".

She pushed past the mass of bodies surrounding her, throwing herself forward with as much might as she could muster. It took her less than ten minutes to locate the caramel blonde whose grip around the mast was loosening as the ship began to tip on a vertical angle. Without speaking a word, Jane wrapped a spare roll of old rope around her waist and secured it to the metal bars within the upper deck pool. She lowered herself down slowly, reaching out her damaged hand's to Maura's own.

"Maura! Grab on, I'll lift you up!"

Maura stretched towards Jane, reaching out her bloodied fingers. She lost her footing. In an instant her body tumbled down the decking towards the sinking stern.

"No!" Jane cried, throwing her body with all her weight towards Maura at incredible speed. She reached her half-way down the deck, grabbing her tightly around her waist and pulling her close. The rope pulled tight and their bodies hung flat against the decking. Maura sobbed into Jane's shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around Jane's neck but her hands firmly gripping the rope above Jane's own. They struggled against all odds to pull themselves up the rope and back towards the pool. Their feet tired from constantly slipping against the decking, their hands chaffed and cracked from rope burn.

After what felt like hours, they made it back to the base of the now drained pool. Jane released the rope and watched it hurtle down the decking into the crashing waves. It disappeared within seconds right before her eyes, just as Maura almost had. Together they crawled their way back down the staircase towards the middle deck, their hands interlocked as water gushed around their knees, soaking them to the bone.

It took a good few minutes but they eventually found their way in the darkness to where the life boats were being deployed, but on arrival discovered that they were all gone. They were all alone.

Almost.

"Jane!", she heard her name being screamed across the ship, the voice fighting to be heard over the roaring wind. She knew that voice, it was too familiar for her not to recognize. She turned to face Maura and saw the same recognition and hope flash through her weary green eyes.

"Frost?" Jane yelled, turning her body around in circles as she surveyed the area around them. "Frost! Where are you?". She turned furiously, trying to locate where the voice was coming from.

"Here, h-here! To your left!" he screamed, his voice breaking as he struggled to pull Korsak's sinking weight towards the two women.

Jane yanked her body left, it hurt like hell but was worth the relief that flooded over her when she saw Frost and Korsak a short distance from them. The relief was short lived though, as they were soon close enough for her to make out that Korsak was badly injured. His eyes were closed tight, and his mouth was turned down into a shuddering grimace. The deep set lines on his face were sunken and his skin had turned a pale grey shade not so dissimilar from his hair color.

But there was no time to fret over injuries, the boat was sinking fast. In minutes it would be completely submerged and so would they.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jane spotted a red axe propped up on a wall, guarded by a sheath of thin glass. She crawled over to the wall, releasing Maura's hand. She didn't turn around so she didn't see the look of horror on Maura's face. Her outstretched hand reaching for the absent Jane.

Jane clambered to the spot where the axe was located, digging her nails into the wood to pull herself up. Small slithers of wood broke off the freshly painted white wall and gathered in back of Jane's nails, leaving burgundy claw marks to reveal the timber underneath. Without a second thought, Jane threw her elbow into the glass, shattering in to the floor in thousands of jagged pieces. She ripped the axe out of its placement, a dull ringing emerging from its casing.

"Good lot that'll do now"she thought to herself, snickering as she made her way over to the nearest doorway.

She observed the hinges on the closest door, they were sturdy but old. Damaged enough from years of sun and water to break if enough force was exerted. Jane brought the axe down hard and fast. She had to repeat the action several times to loosen the hinges enough for the door to be pried away free, the force earning small beads of hot sweat to drip from her forehead.

Looking over at Jane struggling to lift the large door, Frost suddenly understood. He made his way over to her as quickly as he was able, nodding solemnly at her so she would recognize his understanding. She nodded back once, short and sharp. She prayed that he couldn't see the tears forming in her dark eyes.

Together, they dragged the door back over to Maura and Korsak. His slumped body was leaning against her shoulder, she was shaking equally from both fear and the cold water that had drenched them earlier.

"C'mon" Jane said, reaching her hand back to Maura as Frost took back the weight of Korsak, acting as his crutch. Maura grabbed her hand tightly, squeezing twice as she looked up into Jane's eyes with questioning. Fear had rendered her speechless but her inquisitive mind needed to know what was going on, what Jane was planning.

Jane smiled halfheartedly at her and squeezed back. She lifted Maura's hand to meet her lips and kissed her knuckles tenderly. Maura sighed at the contact, she could feel the warmth from Jane's lips spread from her knuckles throughout her entire body. Warming her from the inside, out.

"We need to get this door over the side of the ship" Jane explained, motioning to a vacant strip in which the ship's decking was parallel to a calmer part of the ocean. "And then we've gotta jump in", Jane saw terror grip onto Maura, her green eyes threatening to pool over with tears. "We've gotta jump in, and climb onto the door".

She sighed deeply, and called Frost over to whisper momentarily into his ear. Maura didn't hear what she said to Frost but she noticed the flash of concern pass through his face, followed by a resounding look of certainty.

"Maura - you and Korsak - we're gonna get you two to lay on the door as we lower it into the ocean, then Frost and me, we'll jump in the water and climb on after you"

"NO", the words escaped Maura's mouth before she had even had a chance to process what Jane was saying.

"Maura, please" Jane whimpered as she begged, "Please, do this - for me".

"Okay", Maura replied sniffling. She sucked up her fear and tried to trick her mind into believing she was courageous. She suddenly remembered a song from her childhood she had made up in her head when the mean children at school had poked fun at her, calling her 'Maura the Bore-a'. She remembered being irritated that the children had added an unnecessary 'A' to the end of the word 'bore', just so it would rhyme but then, for experimental purposes, decided to give it a go herself. "I am Maura, here me Roar-a"she had sung in her head, too proud to let the other children see her cry.

As Jane and Frost helped her lay flat against the door and pushed it towards to opening where the waves aggressively lashed out and beat against the decking, Maura repeated it to herself over and over again - as a mantra to prove that she could be tough. She could be brave, she had to be - for Jane.

"I am Maura, here me Roar-a", she sniffed silently, knowing her low voice couldn't be heard against the cracking of the ocean in front of her.

She felt the weight of the ocean before she had even realized she and Korsak were upon it. The waves beat the door around, throwing it up at their peak and then dropping it deeply as they collapsed amongst themselves. She heard Korsak mumbling as the water licked at their feet and legs, briefly submerging their ankles before releasing them back into the cold air once more.

She turned at the shuddering impact of Jane and Frost launching their bodies into the water. Maura inhaled sharply, holding her breath as she waited for Jane's head to re-emerge from beneath the dark pooling waves.

It took a second, but soon she saw Jane's tangled, dark locks and powerful arms lunging towards her, a dark figure - Frost - striking the waves along beside her. Within moments the two were pulling their own weight up upon the door, Frost offering to help Jane first before she reached down to pull him up to safety as well.

They all turned uncannily at the same time to observe the sinking wreckage they were leaving behind, Korsak even opening his eyes briefly for those moments of mourning. As their makeshift raft floated away, bodies of those who had not been as lucky began to come into view. Larger ones to signify men and women, smaller ones for children. Cops and their families. Some they recognized, they had been co-workers, friends. Others were strangers, people they would never have the chance to know. They all looked like broken dolls, their limbs collapsed over fallen lumps of metal and wood.

As the distance started to become strong enough so that they were no longer able to make out the faces of the lost souls before them, a Captain's hat floated eerily beside them. He had gone down with his ship, his diminished body sinking to the depths of the sea.

Jane reached into the water, pulling the hat free from the ocean's grip. She held it close to her heart and closed her eyes, Maura gripping her vacant hand and squeezing it gently.

The three other drenched bodies upon the door followed Jane in suit, closing their eyes and placing a hand wearily over their hearts. Together they said a last prayer for the dead, and a first for their own lives.

A/N: This has sort of brought me out of my writers block but I haven't forgotten about 'Bond, Jane Bond' - I promise to update it as soon as possible for any of you who are interested.