Hey, everybody! I'm so happy to be starting another story! I'll update this one more often, I promise! This story has a MUCH different plot than anything I've ever done, so bear with me here! This chapter is pretty short, but it's just the introduction. Enjoy, and don't forget to review! Thanks :)

NOTE: I would like to thank ShiningGalaxy for the plot. She thought of the story but then lost interest in it, so she let me "adopt" the plot and change it to make it more unique and more my own.

The reporter fluffed her hair, put on a big fake smile, and faced the camera. "Hello, this is Julie for Channel 9 News, reporting to you live on this day, February 20, 2001, from the scene of something which has never happened before in all of history!

"We are currently on the deck of a boat where oceanologist Brock Lovett and his assistant Elizabeth Calvert, granddaughter of the last Titanic survivor, have been scouring the ocean for any remaining Titanic artifacts. However, yesterday they discovered something much more valuable than any artifact!

"It appears that a live person has actually been preserved inside of a block of ice! The ice froze his cells, allowing him to stop aging, but still be alive! They are pulling this extraordinary creature out of the water right now! This is Julie, from Channel 9 News."

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25-year-old Elizabeth Calvert sighed and pushed her sunglasses further up onto her nose, her long blond hair whipping around her face in the seabreeze. She was exhausted from staying up all night, working on extracting the frozen man from the depths of the ocean.

"We finally got him, Lizzie," Brock Lovett exclaimed, strolling over to her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "I tell you, this is going to be even bigger than when your grandma told us that Titanic story!"

Lizzie smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Actually, you got him. I just helped."

After her grandmother, Rose, had passed away in 1999, Lizzie had decided that she wanted to do something involving Titanic. She contacted Brock, who had gotten her a job as his assistant. Eventually, they started dating, though they were required to act professional when at work. Lizzie was more in love with him than ever.

Cheers erupted from the ship's deck as the ice-block slowly emerged out of the water. It was hard to see the man inside it through all of the ice, but Lizzie could make out semi-ragged clothing, blond hair, and what looked like blue eyes. "Alright, boys, lay him on the deck," she ordered to the workers that were manning the crane carrying the block.

They nodded and did as she asked. Reporters attempted to swarm the ice-block, but they were stopped by a perimeter of security guards. This was, after all, one of the most influential things that had happened in a century.

The block was carefully placed on a cart and wheeled down into one of the ship's lower parts, where it was given to the two main scientists on the ship. "Do you think you can handle this?" Lizzie asked them, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. "It's kind of important..."

"Don't worry," one of them reassured her. He had a cup of coffee in one hand and an intrigued, excited expression on his face. "We just need to extract him from the ice, calibrate the cell quantities, re-trigger the animus-"

Lizzie held up her hand, chuckling. "Whoa, you lost me!"

The other scientist smiled. "Basically, we need to melt him and jump-start his heart."

Lizzie nodded and started walking back up to the main deck. "Alright, sounds good," she called over her shoulder.

She headed up a flight of stairs, lost in thought. Brock had found the frozen man much as he had found the safe containing the nude picture of Rose: they had been scouring the ocean floor when he had noticed something strange sticking out of the sand...something that looked like a human head. He had gotten Lizzie to use the claws to pick up the figure, and they had discovered the frozen man.

So far, no one had given a thought to how he would react if he was truly alive, and it bothered Lizzie. Wouldn't it be just a tiny bit unnerving to wake up in a whole different century, when everyone that you had known was dead, and most of the things that you knew were either gone or completely different? So much had happened over the last century...planes, cars, atomic bombs, television, computers...couldn't even a simple microwave freak you out if you were from 1912?

He'll just have to adjust, she thought grimly. Maybe I could help him.

As she arrived back at the main deck and mechanically begin shooing away reporters, she wondered dimly if her grandmother had known the man.