So finally writing my Titanic story. Seriously I've been wanting to write this since I joined the BTR fandom and I'm dying to get started on this. Titanic all my favorite movie,it even came out the year I was born. Anyways,this is like the Titanic movie but some things will be different...and who knows? Maybe I might even make the ending happy.
Dustin Belt stood on in the lab of the ship,along with his companion Guitar Dude aka Christian Jonas, looking at the old piece of drawing paper that had been under the ocean below this very ship for more than eightie years, but that was not what amazed them about this drawing.
Neither was it the young man that lay across the small college, naked, that took the place of the drawing,no what stumped them truly,yet amazed them, was what the boy was wearing.
He was a very young male. No more than seventeen years of age,eighteen at the greatest, he was roughly five six and he had the most slender body, his thin legs curled at memorizing angle, it appeared to them that his hair was light,light brown,or perhaps blond. Yes,it looked blond. And his eyes. They weren't colored in all that dark,so they were dark brown nor gray.
Blue...or maybe green.
The boy had a nervous smile on his face. A virgin no doubt. Being seen by a man naked for the first time ever.
He wore nothing, except a necklace. A very heavy necklace that was in the shape of a heart.
Dustin and Tristan shared a look with one another. They both knew what it was. How could they not? This was all they had been searching for the last few months. And finally here it was.
A lead.
Finally,after all these months. They had something to go on. Finally.
But yet it wouldn't lead them that far, this man was probably dead already. Either he had died in the reek,or he had simply died due to other causes.
So,with there heads low, they looked at the paper in disgust, it was a toy,playing with there wishes and dreams they had so long ago had at such a young age.
It was a lie.
Christian looked down at the bottom of the page, seeing the date.
April 14, 1912.
They really did have no help. Not at all.
Kendall Mitchell was sitting at the table of his great nephew's Tyler's house. He looked up in amusement when he heard a small crash,to see the red haired man glaring at the tea that had spilled all over the counter top.
"Don't hurt yourself,darling." he called.
Tyler laughed softly at his great uncles comment, grabbing a bundle of paper towels and wiping the hot tea up as not to burn his pale skin.
"Tea hates me." Tyler told him.
"Not it doeskin. You all just have a complicated relationship, maybe you can all got to a concealer together." Kendall remarked, he looked down at the drawing he had been working on with a frown. He sighed and ripped it off the group of papers,throwing it into the trash can near Tyler.
"What were you trying to draw,Uncle?" Tyler asked him as he went to make another pot of tea.
"You. But I can never see to do it right. Drawing perhaps,is not my thing." Kendall smiled.
At almost a hundred years old,Kendall Mitchell still looked fairly young. He had shrunk to about five feet tall, though he still had all of his hair even if it was light gray and white,it was neat and clean. He didn't have as many wrinkles as he should have,but they mostly occupied under his eyes,and near his dimples. But besides that Kendall could have probably been mistaken for someone in there early sixties or late fifties even.
"No,I think writing is more your gift." Tyler chuckled.
"Ah,The beauty of the soul." Kendall smiled.
"How bout you put that drawing away uncle,and we can have our tea and watch TV?" Tyler suggested,
"Whatever you say,sweetheart." Kendall told him with a smile.
Tyler gave his uncle his tea and sat down next to him, turning on the TV as he pulled his chair in, "What do you wanna watch?" Tyler asked.
Kendall shrugged so Tyler just found a random station and surprise enough as soon as he clicked on the channel,and black haired man with glasses was talking about something both he and Kendall took a great interest in.
The Titanic.
Kendall gasped,sitting up higher in his seat,his hands trembling as he watched the camera flash to a very old drawing of a young man naked laid out across a couch,wearing nothing but a very heavy but beautiful looking necklace.
The man said something about the paper having been underwater for almost 84 years and a little bit about the necklace,then a number crossed the screen,and with trembling fingers he wrote it down.
Dustin frowned at Christian as he tried to hand him the phone.
"Christian cant you see were about to go under?" he asked in a annoyed tone.
"Trust me,you want to take this call,dude." Guitar Dude smirked.
"And why's that?" Dustin asked him,not seeming impressed at all.
Instead of answering, Guitar Dude handed Dustin the phone.
"Hello?" Dustin drawled.
"I was just wondering Mr, Belt, were exactly you found that drawing of yours. The necklace is very beautiful isn't it? Though as I remember now,it was very heavy."
The voice on the other end was soft. Sweet. Gentle.
Dustin's eyes widened a bit,and he couldn't help but glare at Guitar Dude as he gave him a huge smirk.
"Are you meaning to tell me that..." Dustin trailed off.
"That I'm that boy in the picture? Why yes I am."
"...whats your name,sir?"
"Kendall. Kendall Mitchell."
"I cant believe your actually doing this Dustin!"
Dustin glared back at his old friend as he walked away from him faster and faster, he could see the helicopter coming closer and closer from the open sky and he wanted to be there as soon as the man got off.
"Shut up Jett."
"What I mean to say is, the Titanic went down 84 years ago, and the guy in the picture was at the least sixteen,so he would have to be what?" Jett demanded as he followed Dustin down to the main deck.
"He turns 101 in three months or so." Dustin replied, the helicopter landed on the deck and they watched as a red haired man hopped out as fast as possible.
"Okay well he's a very old god damn lier!"
Dustin rolled his eyes and went over to the helicopter, Jett hot on his tail.
He watched as they carried a annoyed looking elderly out of the helicopter in a wheelchair.
"I told you I dont need a wheelchair! Unusual torture to a elderly person I tell you! I'm not a hundred and one YET! I can still walk!" The old man said,waving his cane around.
"Uncle what have I told you. Dont get so upset." Tyler said.
Kendall huffed and slumped in his seat,grumbling to himself as Tyler grabbed the back of his wheelchair and started pushing him towards Dustin and Jett.
"Sorry about him. He's not in the best of moods." Tyler chuckled and they all looked down to look at the little old man in the wheelchair who was staring out into the ocean with fearful green eyes.
"You would too if you were me." Kendall whispered.
"Uncle?" Tyler asked.
"I dont like being back here,Tyler..." Kendall said in a whisper once again,one of his little hands that was rested on the arm rest trembled. "I feel like...I can still hear them screaming..."
Dustin glared at Jett then. It was obvious that this man was no lier. He had been here. No one could pretend that look in the bright green eyes right then,or the trembling hand,or the ray terror in his voice.
"Maybe you should rest,Uncle." Tyler told him.
Kendall looked up at him. "I dont think so dear...besides,I wanna see my drawing." Kendall said,looking at Dustin patiently.
"Of course."
Kendall was staring down at the drawing from so many years ago,tears in his eyes as he looked at the signature on the bottom,only half listening to Dustin's little back ground piece about the diamond.
"The theory goes that the Diamond was cut in two,which would have made it into a heart like shape which came known as the heart of the ocean. Today it would be worth more then the Hope Diamond." Dustin finished.
"It was a dreadful heavy thing,I only wore it this once." Kendall told him.
"You really think this is you Uncle?" Tyler asked uncertainly.
"It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish?" he asked with a smile, receiving a chuckle from Jett and Christian and a smile from Dustin.
"I found something under a old claim that a man named Nathan Dooley made for his son,Wally Dooley which was a diamond for his fiancee...you." Kendall snorted. "It was bough a week before the titanic sailed, and the claim was only made after it sank...so the diamond must have gone down with the ship." Dustin said. "See the date?" he asked pointing to the date next to the artists name.
"April fourteenth nineteen twelve." Tyler whispered.
"Exactly so if your uncle really is the dude in the drawing,he was wearing this that night of the sinking," Jett said.
They then showed Kendall some of the things they had found in Kendall's old suite, a mirror, a specially designed corset that made Kendall flinch terribly, a old looking knife, some random pieces of jewelery. Kendall held the mirror in his hands,and ran his hand over the old silk robe on the table. But the thing he seemed hooked to most was a pair of gloves that were clearly not his, the weren't the fancy type of gloves but rather the working kind,Kendall's breath hitches and silent tears ran down his old face.
"Are you ready to go back to Titanic,Kendall?" Dustin whispered.
Kendall slowly nodded.
Kendall looked at everything around the room as Jett explained the sinking to him,as if he hadn't been there. As if he didn't know the Titanic at all. But he didn't say anything at all,just looked at the animated version of the sinking and listening to Jett's amusing description of the sinking.
"That's a...unique description Mr, Stetson. But actually the experience of it was quite a bit different." Kendall said,ignoring the almost offended look he received from the young man.
"Will you share your story with us,Kendall?" Dustin asked.
Kendall slowly got up and walked over to the tv's that were showing what they were seeing under the water right then, a million images flashed threw his mind, soft music, the crisp smell of ice, the burning chill of ice water, tender voices of laughing women, brown eyes...beautiful brown eyes staring at him from above a piece of drawling paper.
Kendall let out a soft,dry sob.
"He should be doing this, Uncle you need to rest-"
"No."
"Come on Uncle-"
"I said NO." Kendall said.
The old man walked over to his wheelchair and sat in it once again, facing the young men.
"Tell us,Kendall." Dustin said,taking out a recorder,making sure it was on and then placing it onto the table.
"Its been 84 years-"
"I know,just tell us anything you can remember." Dustin said with wide eyes.
"Do you want to hear or not Mr,Belt?" Kendall wondered,giving him a stern look. Dustin and everyone else was silent, Kendall paused and started up once again,
"It's been 84 years.. and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the ship of dreams.. and it was. It really was." (1)
So this was the very chapter. Titanic really is my favorite movie ever, it means a lot to me,and I've been wanting to write this fic for almost two years now. I really hope that you guys love it as much as I do,because seriously,this fic is gonna mean so much to me. Please review guys,I really REALLY wanna know what you think.
Lots of Love,
Sarah
(1) One of my favorite quotes in the history of the world