Hey! This is my first FanFiction, and I'm having so much fun writing! Please review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do no own this movie or any characters but Rosie, Beth, and Cass. And any others that are not in this movie. Unfortunately, this means I do not own Jack. Sniff.

Beth's POV

Me, my younger sister Cassidy, and my best friend Rosie were sitting on the floor, eating cereal that we had retrieved from the cupboards and talking, just generally enjoying our sleepover. Rosie and I were fifteen and Cass was fourteen, and we all had one thing in common- we loved movies. Our taste in movies was not that different, but that night we all wanted to watch a different movie.

"We should so watch 'Pirates of the Caribbean,'" Rosie insisted. Rosie was really named Rosaline, but she pretty much hated that name. Her great grandma was named that, which gave Rosie bad associations, and Rosie looked much more like a Rosie then a Rosaline anyway. Her curly brown hair, her knowledgeable green eyes, and her cocky grin gave all who met the girl a sense that if they stuck around, their lives would be somewhat eventful.

"No," Cass groaned, flipping her fiery, wavy hair over her shoulder. "I've seen that way too many times. We all love 'Titanic,' let's watch that." She was an avid Leonardo Dicaprio fan, and knew way too much about him in my opinion. We all enjoyed that movie most of the time, but neither Rosie or I really wanted to watch Cass giggle about Dicaprio almost the whole movie, then cry uncontrollably the rest of the time right now.

"I want to watch 'My Sister's Keeper,'" I countered. Rosie made a face. Cass frowned, and I rolled my eyes. "Come on, you know it's not fair that you two always pick the movie." I looked nothing like my sister. I had brown eyes, not unreadable blue-grey ones, and smooth black hair that I kept very short. She was tall for her age, and I was shorter, and more robust then her nearly anorexic skinniness. My skin also tanned, while my sister was almost translucent and simply burned.

Cass looked at me first, then Rosie. "I think we should rocks paper scissors for this. Whoever gets the odd one out gets to choose the movie, okay?" Slowly, I nodded. It couldn't hurt. Rosie put her fist in the center. I did too, and Cass followed.

"Rocks, paper, scissors, SHOOT!" We all put out our choice. I had chosen scissors. Rosie had too. Cass had chosen rocks.

"Figures," I grumbled as Rosie growled in disappointment and Cass leapt up, squealing, to get the DVD. We curled up on the couch as my sister popped in the movie and hit play.

Suddenly, a popping noise filled my ears, and my vision swam. I squeezed my eyes shut until the sensation stopped. Slowly, I opened my eyes.

A busy dock surrounded me, with people in rags, people in exquisite finery, and people in just normal, if a bit rough looking, clothes. A giant ship was in front of me, with people boarding it. The scene was very old-fashioned and familiar in some way.

"It doesn't look that big," said an insolent voice behind me. I whipped around and saw my sister stepping out of a fancy horse-drawn carriage, helped out by a handsome man in a suit. Annoyed, he replied with something I couldn't hear.

Concerned, I started towards her, and realized that a piece of paper was clutched in my hand. Puzzled, I looked down at it. 'First-class Titanic,' it read. Gasping, I recognized the scene.

We were in the movie 'Titanic.'

Worse, my sister was Rose.

Cass's POV

I grinned to myself, adjusting my blue skirt and smoothing it out. I had recognized where I was almost instantly, and almost as fast, who I was. Rose! This meant I would be meeting Jack very soon, and then… well, I knew what happened in the movie. I wasn't thrilled about a few of my parts, but all else I was ecstatic about.

"Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Ruth," Cal was saying as I surreptitiously scanned the crowd for Rosie and Beth. Ruth said something that I didn't quite process as I caught the eye of my sister. 'Meet you on deck,' I mouthed. Looking very unhappy, she nodded, then disappeared into the crowd as I allowed Cal to guide me up to the deck of the ship. It really was a magnificent ship.

The suite I- er, Rose would be staying in was as luxurious as the movie portrayed it. Velvet-lined chairs, a solid-wood drawer set, it was all beautiful, even more so as I saw the art going up on the wall. Cal walked in, and I thought I knew what he was going to say before the words came out of his mouth.

Cal said different words, however. They were to the same effect as the movie script, but the change unsettled me: "What, you brought those finger paintings along, Rose?"

"Cal and I have a bit of a different opinion on art," I explained to a maid working beside me to hang the paintings.

Once that was done, I made my way out to the deck, where I found Beth and Rosie waiting by the rail. As I made my way over to them, I felt the ship shudder and begin to move. Jack had boarded, I thought, and grinned to myself. Events had been set into motion.

"Cass, what are you doing?" Beth hissed as I reached them. "Do you know what happened?"

"We're in the movie, on the Titanic, and I am Rose, the main character," I replied dryly. Rosie snickered, and I grinned at her. Then I cast an eye over Rosie's brown dress. "Don't tell me you're third class," I groaned, motioning to her outfit. Rosie grimaced.

"Yeah, I know. It's not right. Like, you and your sister get to be first class and I'm stuck with the rats!" she complained. Beth made a noise, and I raised an eyebrow at her. She had turned a little green. Shaking my head, I remembered why we had never been on a ferry- Beth got seasick. Rosie, evidently realizing the same thing, guffawed loudly. I shushed her.

"Rose, you have to remember the rules of this time period," I hissed. "You shouldn't be up here; it's the first class deck. You should probably leave, actually- it's gonna look suspicious."

"Wait!" Beth cried. "We have to keep in touch. And what are we gonna do?"

"I'll meet you on the deck tomorrow night, right before I run past Jack to commit suicide," I replied airily. "And we're just going to play along."

"That's another thing," Beth argued as Rosie left. "You are fourteen, Cass- not ready for everything Rose does in this movie." I made a face as she continued. "You can't be serious about playing along. You aren't a seventeen year old in the eighteen hundreds, Cass. You can't… do those things."

"As far as I am concerned, I have nothing to worry about," I flushed angrily. "I'll figure the car scene out when I come to it. The thing you need to remember though is that as far as I'm concerned, I am seventeen now. It's like we're acting, Beth. This isn't our real life. Hell, we can do anything we want!"

Beth shook her head. "No, Cass, it's not right, you aren't mature enough…"

"Rose is in love with jack. As I am Rose, I am in love with Jack. And you know what? I'm done arguing about this." Before Beth could protest, I slipped away to look out on the third-class deck, hoping to spot Jack.

I leaned on the rail and looked out at the crowd below. It stunned me how many people were aboard this ship- a massive amount. Then my eye caught Jack's, and I raised an eyebrow as he continued to stare up at me. Insolently and arrogantly, I looked away.

Inside, I was screaming with joy. Jack had been staring at me. And he looked exactly like Leonardo Dicaprio.

Beth's POV

My sister did not understand what she was doing. She was fourteen, barely old enough to be in high school. Plus, another danger waited. She may think this was a grand old adventure, but I had thought ahead, and what I remembered scared me. The Titanic sank, and we had been trapped on it. Rose survived, but I had no idea if my character did or not. I also had no idea what would happen to us if we died. Would we go back to the 21st century? Would we stay dead forever? And what would happen to Cass? If she didn't die, would she just continue to live Rose's life, marry, and become old Rose? Would she never see her family again? Or would she return to modern times when the movie ended?

My suite was very nice. It had a comfy feather bed, which I mad use of instantly, flopping down inelegantly. I was suddenly aware of how impossible it was to breathe in the cursed corsets women were forced into in the eighteen hundreds, and called a maid over.

"Can you, um, help me with my dress?" I stumbled uneasily over my words, not at all comfortable with ordering another woman around. Thankfully, the girl took no offense (actually, she was probably used to it by that point, since she had been employed by my character before I was thrown into the movie) and came into the room.

"Would you like to change for dinner, ma'am?" she asked politely, and I recognized a prominent Irish accent. I shook my head, not feeling very hungry at the moment. Actually, I was still seasick.

"No, I don't feel very well right now. Can you just… help me into my nightgown?" The maid nodded, and helped me quickly out of my garments. With the corset off and the light nightgown off, I felt slightly less sick, and when I climbed into bed, I felt a lot more relaxed. Maybe when I fell asleep, I would be able to go home.

"Wake me up when dinner is over," I told the maid, remembering the meeting I had promised Cass before I drifted off.

Cass's POV

I was beginning to hate my life as a little rich girl, and I had only been on the ship for two days.

First, I was never alone. Cal, or a maid, or my mother, or other rich people were always there. Secondly, I could barely breathe in my corset. I was skinny enough- couldn't they leave the thing off? It made me look like a toothpick. Thirdly, I hated how Cal was so possessive. He was always reminding me or other people that we were engaged. At first, I had thought it sweet, like he was really excited; but now, I just found it annoying, like, shut up already. I get it. You own me! He even ordered for me at lunch. If this is what Rose had endured her whole life, I could see why she had considered throwing herself off the side of the ship.

I got out of dinner early, feigning illness, and met Beth and Rosie on the deck. Beth glared at me, her hand over her stomach. "Looking forward to throwing yourself over the side of the ship?" she grumbled bitterly. I rolled my eyes at her, and turned to Rosie, who was unusually quiet.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She just shook her head and yawned, and I realized how tired she must be. Rosie was a girl who worked her butt off at school and slept a lot. "Go to bed," I said gently. "I'm going soon anyway. I think we should just do our thing, and when we see each other talk a bit anyway." Rosie nodded wearily and walked off slowly. I noticed Beth watching her with concern. "Hey, Beth? I can tell you're tired too. It's okay. I'll be fine. Trust me."

Beth just looked at me, and finally nodded. "Okay, but if I find out anything happened to you…" Her voice held an underlying threat, and I grinned to show I understood. Beth walked away. I breathed in deep and turned to the front of the ship, and began running. I remembered the desperation to leave dinner I had felt and put it into my movement. It cleared my head of any fright I had of hanging over the back of a ship.

Once I got over the rail, however, I froze. The water was churning below me, and I was suddenly very aware that if my hands slipped, I would die. I closed my eyes. A feeling of nausea built slowly in my stomach as the wind cut through my thin shawl.

"Don't do it." A voice behind me startled me, and I almost jumped. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Jack, in his homespun jacket and with a cigarette dangling between his lips, reaching his hand out almost subconsciously.

"Stay back," I cried, my voice trembling. I was afraid of what I would do if he came closer. Shake so hard I fell? "Don't come any closer!"

"Take my hand. I'll pull you in." Jack's face was so earnest, and a whole wave of emotions fell over me. I remembered who I was, and where I was. Thank God I'm a good actress, or I would have fallen into his arms right then.

"No!" I yelled out instead, making sure I looked desperate. "Stay where you are. I mean it. I'll let go." And the Rose inside of me whispered, yes she will. She's desperate. She doesn't want your help.

Jack took his cigarette from between his lips, held it out, and edged closer, miming throwing it over the side of the ship, and edged closer, throwing the butt of the cigarette still smoldering into the black water. Oh yeah, the water. I was hanging off the side of the ship… That's right. Fear suddenly gripped me and I swayed, almost falling. Then I almost fell again when Jack said, "No you won't."

"What do you mean, no I won't?" I wasn't acting now- I was ticked. I hated when people made assumptions about me, even if I was someone else at the moment. "Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me." I realized that the words were Rose's lines, and that they were coming unbidden to my mouth. Oh- that would make things easier.

"You would have done it already," Jack explained, meeting my eyes with his startlingly blue ones. "Now, come on, take my hand." Oh, and I wanted too, so bad, but I remembered how presumptuous and insolent he was, and thought he deserved to worry a bit.

"You're distracting me. Go away," I ordered, and turned to face the water again, wind whipping my red hair back. Usually, I loved being difficult, but it was a little hard to enjoy hanging off the back of the speeding Titanic.

"I can't," Jack sighed, and I looked back at him. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't remember what the movie was like. I knew that I usually could recite the whole thing by memory, but now I couldn't even remember what happened in the next five minutes, let alone at the end. Concern washed through me, but I tried to brush it away. It would make the experience more exciting, like a real romance. Then Jack spoke again, and I regarded him with some annoyance as he persisted, "I'm involved now. If you let go, I'm gonna have to jump in after you."

"Don't be absurd," I brushed off his concern. "You'll be killed!"

Jack shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the deck. "I'm a good swimmer," he retorted, causing me to raise an eyebrow. No one could be that good a swimmer. He began to unlace his left shoe, and I shook my head in disbelief.

"The fall alone would kill you," I protested. When he took off his left shoe and began to unlace his right one, I had to marvel at his nerve. He was just doing this to be annoying, or maybe to convince me to come back onto the ship. Actually, it was probably both.

"It would hurt," Jack replied, sounding a bit regretful. "I'm not saying it wouldn't. To be honest, I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold." Crap, I thought. I hate the cold.

"How cold?" I uttered, hoping it would be only a bit chilly.

"Freezing, maybe a couple degrees over." Jack was 100 percent serious, I could tell, and it bugged me. I hated people I didn't like having a point. But maybe he did have one. After all, it was a long way down, and not worth it… Wait. Why was I even considering it? I was only doing this because Rose had to in the movie… didn't she? "Ever been to Wisconsin?" Jack asked, breaking into my thought process.

"Um…" I stalled, kind of confused as to how this was relevant. "No?"

"Well, they have some of the coldest winters around, and I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. Once when I was a kid, me and my father were ice fishing out on Lake Wissota…" He looked over at me and something about me seemed to register. "Ice fishing is when you chop a hole in the ice-"

"I know what ice fishing is," I snapped. Jack raised an eyebrow and raised his hands in mock surrender, looking slightly shell-shocked. That gave me some satisfaction, I noted with surprise.

"Sorry. Just… you look like kind of an indoor girl." I realized I had a very impractical, fancy dress on, and blushed. "Anyway," he moved on, and I looked down thankfully, "I went through some thin ice and I'm tellin' ya, water that cold… like that water right down there… it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think… at least not about anything but the pain." He sighed and removed his right shoe. "Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hopin' you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here." Dimly, I realized he was playing the card of if-you-don't-care-about-yourself-can-you-at-least-save-me, but I did realize how stupid I was.

"You're crazy," I tried for the last time, a little feebly. Jack suppressed a grin as he shook his head.

"That's what everybody says. But with all due respect, I'm not the one hanging off the back of the ship." His eyes twinkled as he sidled closer and held out his calloused hand. "Come on. You don't want to do this. Give me your hand."

Again with the presumptions! I was too tired and afraid of falling off the side of the boat to argue, however, and said, "Alright." Slowly, I took one hand off the rail and wavered before Jack's hand enveloped mine and steadied me. A bolt of electricity shot through me at our touch.

"I'm Jack Dawson," he said, and I grinned a bit sheepishly. Oh, yeah, I must have made a helluva great first impression.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Dawson," I replied politely, concentrating now on turning. The narrow rail I was standing on was not made for standing on in the first place. Now, it seemed to be impossible to turn safely. Slowly, I raised my foot, and put it on the next rail.

I slipped, a bit of cloth catching underneath my foot, and screamed, falling from the ship. I plainly saw the panic on my own face mirrored on Jack's as he was pulled up against the rail and almost flipped over himself. Then he steadied and his grip on my wrist tightened. I shrieked again, looking down, and Jack shouted, "I've got you." I looked up, and his bright eyes fastened on mine. "I won't let go."

"Now pull yourself up!" he cried, and I grabbed the rail, trying to haul my full weight up. Jack helped, being much stronger than I, and I got safely over the side of the rail. We tumbled to the deck, Jack ending up on top of me. Both of us were breathing hard, and our eyes were still locked.

"Oy, what's all this?" a voice said, and I suddenly realized what this must looked like. Jack did too, and got up, his open face instantly closing in defense. An officer was standing above us, looking very, very unhappy. My dress was ripped where I had stepped on it. Crap, I thought.

Moments later, I was wrapped in a thick blanket and Jack was being handcuffed by a very burly man. Cal was paying no mind to me, and that ticked me off. Then, he started to yell at Jack. I winced as he pronounced every word as a verbal slap: "What made you think you could put your hands on my fiancée? Look at me, you filth!" he raged as Jack looked angrily away. "What did you think you were doing?"

At a pause in Cal's rant, I injected the truth. "Cal, stop! It was an accident!" Cal stopped and looked at me, his eyebrows raised, his face slightly red.

"An… accident?" I could tell Cal didn't believe me, and I also knew I had to make him.

"Yes." I glanced at Jack, who too was looking a bit surprised. "It was stupid, really," I continued cheerfully, "I was leaning over to see the, uh…" What were the dratted things called? "Uh, uh, uh…"

"Propellers," Cal suggested, rolling his eyes.

"Yes! And I slipped, and I would have gone overboard…" I caught Jack's eye. "And Mr. Dawson here saved me, and he almost went over himself!" I relaxed, satisfied by my story. The elements of a perfect lie: simple, yet very believable.

"You wanted to see the propellers."Cal wasn't entirely convinced, and it wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. Then Cal sighed, placated. "Women and machinery do not mix," he muttered under his breath, and I had to bite back a retort to that unbelievably sexist comment. Then he turned to Jack. "Was that the way of it?"

Jack looked at me, and I urged him to lie with my eyes. Then Jack looked back at Cal, his face unreadable. "Yeah, that was pretty much it."

"Well, the boy's a hero, then," said one of the officers. "Good for you son, well done!" He uncuffed Jack, who stepped away rubbing his wrists. Cal walked over to me and rubbed my arms, not even glancing again at Jack.

"Let's get you inside, you must be freezing." As he began to hustle me away, the officer stopped him.

"Perhaps something for the boy?" he asked in a low tone. Cal looked at him, annoyed, then pasted a mask-like smile on his face and told the bodyguard that followed him around to hand Jack a 20.

"Is that the going rate for the woman you love?" I asked. I hated this guy. What a jerk.

"Rose is displeased," the said jerk mused, surveying my face. "What to do?" He turned to Jack, who was looking at me with a suspicious look on his handsome face. "Ah," he said finally, snapping his fingers. "I know. Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow, to regale our group with your heroic tale?"

Jack didn't even hesitate. Looking right at me, he replied, "Count me in."

"Good," Cal said, surveying Jack with a condescending eye. "It's settled then." He put a possessive arm around me, and I shrugged it off. Unfazed, he put his hand on the small of my back and muttered, "This should be amusing."

I stared at him, startled. Unnoticing, he guided me to my room, then left.

A few minutes later, he returned to find me sitting at me dresser and combing out my hair. "I know you've been melancholy, and I don't pretend to know why," he began, striding over to me and putting his hands jealously on my shoulders. One of his hands came off and set a black box in front of me, only to return to its post. "I intended to save this for the engagement gala next week, but I thought tonight, perhaps as a… reminder of my… feelings for you…"

Slowly, I opened the gift and took out a heavy necklace. It was a delicate gold chain with a beautiful blue stone that was almost heart shaped. "My God, Cal, is that a…"

"Diamond? Yes, it is." He laughed almost self-consciously. "56 carats." He took the jewel from my hand and draped the jewelry over my neck, then leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder. "It was once worn by Louis the Sixteenth. They call it Le Couer de la Mer, the…"

"Heart of the Ocean," I finished, breathless from the beauty of the shimmering gem. "Cal… it's overwhelming." He seemed pleased by this statement, and moved his fingers gently over my neck and throat.

"There's nothing I couldn't give you," he whispered, his breath tickling my cheek. "There's nothing I would deny you, if you wouldn't deny me. Open your heart to me, Rose."

I looked at our reflections in the mirror, side by side, husband and wife to be. I was tempted for a moment, then sighed with the weight of what he was asking. "Leave me to change," I asked, and Cal rose and walked out.

Once alone, I felt a mental fog be lifted and remembered my true identity. I had forgotten I wasn't really Rose! I also remembered what happened throughout the course of the movie. Who I was came rushing back to me, and I shuddered in remembrance of Cal's touch on my neck. Then I recalled the feel of Jack's hand upon mine and the intensity of his gaze, and I sighed happily, slouching back in my chair. Oh, boy, I couldn't wait until he kissed me! I would just have to make sure I didn't forget myself again.

Placated and daydreaming of Jack, I continued to get ready for bed.