Disclaimer: The movie and the real ship Titanic is not owned by me. So, don't get any ideas that I stole this from the White Star Line.

Chapter 1

The sound of breathing awakened William Evans, his bright sapphire eyes opened and immediately got a glimpse of the auburn hair of his sister, who was sleeping soundly on his right arm. William was telling her about the Titanic and America earlier this evening. And William guessed that both of them drifted to sleep since both of them were comfortable on his sister's antique canopied bed. He tore his eyes away from his sister's hair and glanced at the clock ticking silently at the bedside table. William lifted his free hand and gently shook the girl, who moaned lightly as a reply but immediately slept again. "Maggie…Maggie…" He cooed in frustration, using Marguerite's special nickname that he knew she hated. His sister's expression changed into a scowl; William chuckled whole heartedly as Marguerite sat up and looked at him with her eyes, identical with William's.

"Have I not told you to not call me that, Will?" A glare from her was enough, and then Marguerite's expression softened when William sat up beside her with an apologetic gaze. His sister covered her mouth when she yawned; a common habit between people then turned her head towards him with a small tired smile.

William and Marguerite Evans were quite close, seeing that they slept together that night; though they were different, much different. William, with his blonde hair and bright blue eyes, was a pure gentleman; their mother and father have rubbed it on him. Calm and reserved, William would be likely to prefer reading the newspaper than to attend balls and parties. It seemed like he was always comfortable if he knew something in advance and he'd always tell his little sister about it. William had been rather protective over her, Marguerite had been quite certain that William had decided that he is responsible over her and she was glad about that.

However, Marguerite was the complete opposite. Given the handsome auburn locks of their father, she had also acquired his inquisitive nature. She was quite childish, an attitude continued on from her childhood. While her brother remained satisfied with the solitary life inside their library, Marguerite liked socializing and going to places where she can talk. However, she would immediately cancel those events for her brother. You could say that she was very close and rather dependent on her brother. And she'd beam at her brother while he tells her about the Titanic, which she always does to show her outmost appreciation for the young man.

Marguerite watched as her brother lifted himself up from the girl's bed and straightened up his clothes.

"We will have to wake up earlier than usual, won't we Will?" Marguerite asked William as he made his way towards the door. William looked at her over his shoulder and smiled warmly. Both of them were ecstatic when their parents informed them that they were going back to America, their homeland, to attend their Aunt Cecilia's wedding, and what impressed them was that they were boarding the Titanic-first class. With the chance, William read almost every book about the Titanic-especially a rather disturbing book about the suspicions about the unsinkable ship. William never mentioned this to his sister though, she would believe anything he'd tell her, plus, that'll just frighten Marguerite. "Have a good night, Will." She said but added immediately, "You will wake me up, won't you William?"

"Of course, I will," William nodded before he turned off the lights, "I will be waking you up, Marguerite." After he said that, William gave his sister a smile and turned the lights off. "Good night to you, Maggie." He then closed the door and the room plunged into darkness. He could hear their parents' voices by the stairway; William yawned as he walked towards the top of the staircase, passing by their mother's prized paintings. Their mother loved the way paintings looked when they are hung upon the walls of their abode; she said it made the dull walls look alive. William agreed to their mother's views. Upon reaching the last painting of the hall, William heard voices. He first caught a glimpse of his mother's untied golden blonde hair; she was wearing her night gown and was holding unto the railing of the stairs. Looking straight at the person she was arguing silently with.

"No Fred, you should go back to bed. We will have to leave early to arrive on time at Southampton." Nerina Evans spoke quite sternly, her brown eyes narrowing slightly. She raised a hand up and pushed a few strands of blonde hair back before saying, "Go back upstairs with me."

"Of course Erin, but I will be up with you later." Another voice spoke although this time it was from William's father, Fredrick Evans. He was massaging the bridge of his nose when he spotted William upstairs. "Will? Why are you still up?" He asked with an amused tone while he placed his eyeglasses firmly back in their proper place. William grinned with guilt etched on his face; his mother tilted her head towards William's spot, wearing a small gentle smile across her lips. She looked just like William with an exception on her chestnut brown eyes, while Fredrick looked exactly like Marguerite with the same auburn hair and vibrant blue eyes, something which William had also inherited. But Fredrick regretted not having at least one of his children inherit his wife's gentle brown eyes; it was the feature that he loved the best about her.

"I was just returning to my room father." William replied as he tore his gaze from his father and turned to his mother, who was still smiling. When he saw that his mother didn't have a satisfied looked on her face, William added, "And I am sorry for eavesdropping, mother." Nerina nodded, now looking back at her husband.

"Fine minutes, Fred." She gave him a light kiss on the cheek and she proceeded to ascend on the stairs. William gave his mother a goodnight kiss on her cheek before he retires for the night. "Good night, William. And no more eavesdropping and midnight reading, am I clear?"

William nodded as he watched his mother walk past him and towards the master's bedroom. Then he looked at his father, who gave him a nod and both of them walked away. He heard their father's footsteps; William guessed he was going to the library to reread the newspapers. Something Fredrick didn't do often.

Sighing, it was then that he realized how tired he felt. From all the excitement that it brought him when Marguerite happily reminded him that it was their last day in England. The thought of the Titanic made him shiver for awhile. William reached out for the knob when he came to a full stop in front of his bedroom door.

As he slumped on his own bed, William looked at the ceiling, not just to look at the light hanging above, but to think. Tomorrow at noon, he will be sailing in the most luxurious ship made by the hands of man. Titanic was the so-called Floating Palace, her rooms were grand and exceptionally luxurious. Having a huge ship this vast, it required the best people to run it. And having Captain Smith run the Titanic was a very good choice. It was nice to think about the activities he'll do there, William couldn't contain the giddiness he felt. He'd walk through the newly built halls; join his father in the smoking room since he just turned eighteen last January. Eat with his mother and dance with his sister at dinner. And all of those mornings when he would just walk and breath the fresh air on the boat deck. There were so many things that he wanted to do and more. Importantly, so many things he'd want to tell Marguerite once he did learn things. And before he knew it, he fell asleep. His eyelids felt particularly heavy that night. I need rest. It was William's last thought.

It seemed minutes had passed when William drifted to sleep and he woke up the next day, which took him quite a while to remember his promise to Marguerite last night.

He crept silently to her room and woke her up by tickling her, in minutes the whole house was filled with Marguerite's shrieking and giggling, Both of their parents were already up and wondered how Marguerite's voice can reach them.

"I am awake! I'm awake, Will!" Marguerite shrieked in laughter and William stopped tickling her at once. They seemed like children, judging from the way they acted; but it was something that differed them from other siblings.

She looked at her big brother and smiled, she was glad that even though William was undeniably good-looking, he still didn't have a special girl in mind. Marguerite was proud having her brother take good care of himself and was fine with the fact that he didn't focus his attention in getting married because if William did have a girl in mind, Marguerite would be very jealous. Her big brother reached towards her hair and ruffled it gently making some strands of her hair fall across her face. "What the--- William!" Marguerite sat up, pushed William gently away. "You should prepare, Will. Then we'd have breakfast." The girl went to the edge of her bed and began searching for her slippers.

"Fine," William answered as he watched his sister struggle on looking for her slippers. Somehow, he can still picture his sister from way back; the little Marguerite crouching down to look under her bed. Looking for her slippers like the way she did now, it was very amusing. "I will wait for you downstairs."

When her brother left her, Marguerite swiftly entered the bathroom. She can hear the maid's soft footsteps outside, probably doing Marguerite's bed and laying out what she would wear. Most often than not, Marguerite spend at least one hour inside the bathroom before breakfast; to prepare her for the day. But not today, she had to prepare faster than usual. When she finished with her morning routine, Marguerite stepped out of the bathroom, clothed only with her bathrobe. Light was infiltrating her room as she passed the windows; her icy blues scanning the room she will leave behind. But then, she was too excited to see the Titanic. So there were no regrets. Her high-waisted suit with tunique skirt was already ready for her; Marguerite reached out for it and smiled. The suit might make her look older than she was. It looked very formal.

The smell of breakfast filled the dining hall when William entered. The mouth-watering smell of eggs lingered, mixing with their mother's vanilla-scented perfume; it was how William wanted it to smell like. He made his way towards his usual place in the table which was behind the window that extended from the ceiling to the floor. The lace curtain shielded the sun from entering fully into the room, making it only a soft shade grazing the overly polished floor. The house keeper entered the room, handing the morning paper to William. "What do you think is in the news today, William?" Nerina asked, without glancing up from her tea. Fredrick glanced at him then checks the clock on the mantelpiece; he seemed to be wondering why Marguerite isn't ready yet.

"Titanic. It is in bold print today." William chuckled as he opened the newspaper. "Maiden voyage. I think all of the newspapers feature only the best." And he began indulging himself with the whole article, not much paying his attention to the breakfast served in front of him. He was too excited to read about the Titanic again to mind eating.

Nerina finally looked up and asked, "The Astors, they are boarding the Titanic, isn't that right?"

"Of course they are." Her husband answered the question, "Are you thinking of meeting the young Mrs. Astor?" The answer was written all over Nerina's face, as she showed a smug smile. She lifted her hand, taking the napkin from the table and placing it instinctively across her lap.

The Astors might be the only thing that Nerina might be looking forward to. She wanted to see for herself if young Mrs. Astor is really pregnant for someone a year younger than her own son. And anyway, if ever she would be meeting them, Nerina was sure she can expect the Astors in one of their dinner parties in the future.

"Good morning, am I late?" The auburn-haired girl entered the room, pulling her overcoat closer to her body. She flashed a gleeful grin towards William before sitting across him. Marguerite lifted a hand and placed the table napkin on her lap. The maids, who were alerted that Marguerite had already arrived, brought her breakfast, "Thank you." She looked at the newspaper that William was holding and was caught partially interested, "The RMS Titanic is on the newspaper then, William?"

"It is."

Marguerite then nodded to her brother's short response, "What was about Mrs. Astor?"

Except the young Evans to be rather nosy, Fredrick sighed when he heard Marguerite's new question. It was one of her annoying habits when she overhears a name being discussed. It makes her Grandmother very irritated when Marguerite asks something like these. It was a good thing that Nerina persuaded her own mother not to take Marguerite to France, for home-schooling. "Marguerite, what have we discussed about this matter?" The woman asked, looking at Marguerite.

"I'm sorry. I tend to forget." The girl held her head but resumed eating nonetheless. "I will not do it anymore. I promise." William was looking at her with a brilliantly covered amused expression.

"Enough about that, Cecilia is excited that we are coming over for her wedding." The Head of the family interrupted the small squabble.

"But don't you think she's making us leave London earlier? She is getting married in June." When his wife spoke, Fredrick came into a thought that somehow, she was entirely like Marguerite. It was amusingly irritating. It was known to the Evans household that Nerina didn't want to go to America for almost three months. She loved the comforts of London since her home and friends were there. "Your sister is excited about everything."

"Cecilia…is…" The man shrugged rather lightly, thinking about something to tell his wife. "Cecilia can get rather light-hearted. You know her. She'll make the day a festival for no reason."

Nerina nodded, "My point exactly."

"But Aunt Cecilia has a point about wanting us with her before she marries." William spoke after laying down his cup of coffee, his father agreed with him. Nerina gave a half-agreeing nod before ending the conversation. Marguerite didn't seem to mind leaving London too much; of course, she wanted to go out of the country for a small while. She loved their house here, but she often thought it rains too much. Maybe sunny America will make her miss the place. "You look absolutely wonderful Marguerite."

Their father looked up, analyzing how his daughter looked, "You have your mother's taste in clothing."

"Is that a good thing?" Marguerite asked quite doubtfully. Her memories of her own mother dressing herself were different that Nerina dressed herself now. Fredrick and William nearly spat out their coffee. Nerina looked up at Marguerite, "Not that I think it isn't, mother."

"Well, enough of this nonsense. I think we have to leave." The woman suddenly announced as she pushed her chair back and looked at them with a short stare. It was one of the times when Nerina showed her sternness if something she dislikes is happening, in this case, having Marguerite talking like that is something that irritates her greatly. Her husband felt the message she was giving off with that mere glance.

After breakfast, Marguerite went up to her bedroom to just get her perfume and give it to her mother for safe-keeping. She should've just ordered it to her maid, but Marguerite didn't like people handling her perfume. Their bottles were something Marguerite thought as a piece art. She sat down silently on her bedside and picked up a framed picture sitting on her bedside table. The picture was taken two years ago, from the last time she ever saw her father's family in America. All of them had exceptionally bright auburn hair, with the exception from her mother and brother. Aunt Cecilia's face was the most prominent of them all, Marguerite thought she looked beautiful. Her aunt had high cheekbones, bright blue eyes and a very wide smile. "Marguerite? Are you there?" The door opened, and her brother's head poked inside. "Father asked me to come and fetch you. We should be leaving by now. Come along now." He said.

"Alright Will." Replacing the picture on the table, Marguerite stood up and smoothened out her skirt before walking across the room to follow her brother.