This was requested of me to write through a private message at Fan Fiction. I have wanted to write another story about Titanic but couldn't figure out what to write or who to include in the story. So now that I have my idea, here's the story. Hope y'all like it and please R/R and if you haven't read my other 2 Titanic FFs, please do. I've tweaked and edited "An Adventure to Remember and a Memory to Forget" somewhat by adding in a few extra "scenes" if you will. I haven't forgotten about my other Titanic FF, "An Ocean of Emotion." I've got another chapter for that story in the works as well. Story will be about Rose, Cal and Cal's sister, Maureen Adeline Hockley who goes by the nickname Murron.

I may change the title of this story later on, also. I'm not quite sure if it fits just yet. I got the title from a Shakespeare's Sister song of the same name after seeing a fan video of Titanic about Rose set to that song. The story is still young and I needed a title so I could upload it into Fan Fiction.

Enjoy!

Chapter One -

Maureen

"Which one should I wear?" I was holding up two gowns and was having a bit of trouble deciding which one I should wear for my boarding gown. I had one that was a deep navy blue with a white lace sash and another one that was a pale yellow. I was holding each of them up to my body so I could study myself in the mirror. I kept switching back and forth, still unsure as to which one to wear. Giving up, I turned to face my attendant, Claire.

"Miss, I'd go with the yellow, but that's just my opinion. Mr. Hockley was quite upset with Miss Rose when she decided on the black gown to board in." Claire walked over to me and held up the pale yellow gown again, "This one looks more cheery than the other. Mr. Hockley was quite upset with Miss Rose over her selection earlier in the day. Best not to upset him a second time."

I winced as I remembered the fight that my brother, Cal, had with his fiancée, Rose. Rose came down for breakfast dressed in a black gown with a black lace bodice. It was more fitting for a funeral than our trip to America. Cal took Rose back upstairs and demanded that Trudy, Rose's attendant, dress her in something more appropriate or she could look for a new job. Rose is my best friend and has been since finishing school and I was thrilled when she announced her engagement to my brother, but for some reason, she was always so melancholy. Her mother, Ruth, was pleased by the union and took every opportunity she had to plan out Rose's wedding to my brother. The only detail Rose insisted on was lavender for the bridesmaids' gowns. Other than that one tiny detail, Rose didn't care about planning her own wedding and left that up to Ruth. I couldn't understand why someone wouldn't be happy about that union. Cal could be a bit hard to handle at times, but his heart was in the right place and though he was a bit older than Rose, I could tell he did love her.

I turned to face Claire, "You're probably right." I handed the navy gown to Claire and she hung it back in my closet as I held the yellow dress up again, "Do you know where the hat is that matches this dress? I have the gloves in my dressing bureau." Claire nodded and reached in the closet and brought out the pale yellow hat that matched the dress and laid it on the bed. She motioned for me to turn around and after tying my corset and helping me with my stockings, helped me into the dress. Claire had me sit down at the dressing table and began to fix my hair. I saw reflected in the mirror that Rose walked in.

"You picked a very beautiful dress, Miss. Mr. Hockley will not be able to find any faults with that. It suits you perfectly."

"Thank you, Claire." Rose smiled, but I could tell something was bothering her. She looked down at the white pin striped dress that she had on. "Murron, do you mind if I borrow the purple hat that you have? I'm afraid I can not find mine."

I said that was fine and I motioned to where it was and Rose started to walk to the closet to get it when Claire beat her to it, "Allow me, miss."

Rose just shook her head and started to leave the room, "I need to let Trudy finish dressing me. If you could, would you bring it to my room when you're done in here?"

Claire nodded and she went back to finishing my hair and makeup. I closed my eyes and allowed her to brush eye shadow across my eyes and apply mascara to my lashes, "I'm done, Miss Hockley."

I opened my eyes. Claire had pulled my hair back in a loose bun. She put two clips in my hair to accent the yellow in the dress. I smiled and told her she did a great job.

"Where in the hell is Rose?" I heard my brother's voice from the hallway, "We've got to leave and she's holding us up as usual. The ship starts allowing first class passengers to board in an hour and we've got to leave now." He appeared in my room and looked pleased, "I see you're ready. You look wonderful. What about Rose? If she keeps dragging her feet, she's going to make us all late and we'll have to board with the lower class people." Cal said the last part as if he was being forced to walk on hot coals barefoot. I knew Cal didn't speak to anyone or have anything to do with anyone beneath his station. I was more like our mother. I had no problems socializing with all classes of people, but my brother only socialized with people in our station.

"Mr. Hockley, she was in her room. She came in Miss Hockley's room to borrow the purple hat your sister wore two weeks ago to the Macintosh engagement. Rose stated she couldn't find hers. She left and said Trudy was dressing her when I was finishing dressing your sister."

I watched my brother's expression and he remained unchanged. I noticed that the shirt he had on matched the pattern in the suit Rose was wearing and I started to say something about it, but decided against it. He turned and left and didn't say another word to us. Claire finished putting my jewelry on and after pinning the yellow hat to my head, she announced I was finished.

I heard Cal in Rose's room a few minutes later demanding that she hurry up or she'd be left behind. I smiled to myself thinking that would be what Rose wanted anyway. He got quiet for a moment and I figured he was watching as Trudy finished up with Rose.

After gathering my handbag and checking myself in the mirror once more, I turned to leave the room as another one of Cal's attendants came in with Mr. Lovejoy to pick up my belongings. He was barking out commands to get my trunks and boarding coat downstairs to the cars before I made us late. Mr. Lovejoy was my brother's valet. My father had hired him to keep track of my brother's whereabouts while we were in England on business. I couldn't stand the man and had as little to do with him as possible. Every time I was around Mr. Lovejoy, I got the feeling he was thinking thoughts about me that I'd rather not think about. I tried saying something to my brother, but he waived it off saying that Mr. Lovejoy would never do anything of the sort. My brother used my nickname quite a lot in my younger years while we were at home, but now that I was growing up and was a young debutant, my brother as well as Mr. Lovejoy used my given name. It was another part of my life that was disappearing as fast as the setting sun in the afternoons. I stayed back across the room and hid myself behind the bed in the room as I watched. I kept my gaze diverted to anywhere in the room Mr. Lovejoy wasn't.

"Maureen, how are you doing today?"

"I am looking forward to the trip. My brother said everything will be ready for us to leave momentarily." He watched as they hurried into my room to pick up my belongings. I looked up in time to see Rose practically run out of her room and down the stairs. Seeing that as my cue to break away from the glare of my brother's valet, I moved by Lovejoy to see where Rose was going. I heard the front door slam and as it echoed through the house, Cal walked by and was just as upset as Rose was. I asked Claire not to forget to bring my coat and she said she'd bring it. I made my way down the steps and outside into the chilly April air. Rose was seated in the back of one of Cal's Renaults. The driver was already in the front seat, but quickly got out and opened the back door so I could get in.

Rose had her head down, but the noise the door handle made caused her to look up. Realizing it was me and not Cal, she smiled. "Maureen. Please. Sit. Cal stated we were almost ready to leave and I wanted to come outside and wait. That house can be so stuffy sometimes." She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief she had in her handbag. She brought her face up so I could see her and I noticed her makeup had been smudged from her tears. I got a handkerchief out of my bag and dabbed Rose's eyes, trying to fix her makeup before Cal saw us, "Thank you. You are the polar opposite of your brother, just so you know."

I looked at her, "I'm not going to pretend I know what's going on, Rose. I know my brother can be a bit difficult to deal with, but his heart is in the right place."

Rose sighed and took the handkerchief from me and dabbed her eyes again, "I know. I should be happy, but it's just…" Rose faded off as she noticed some of the attendants walking to the cars. The car made a movement as the trunks from my room were placed on the back of it. "It doesn't matter." She smiled as she turned to face the window, her face and her emotions hidden by my purple hat. I started to say something, but decided against it.

The door to the car opened again and Ruth was helped in by the driver. She was every bit as difficult to deal with as my brother. I thought to myself on more than one occasion that in an ideal world, Ruth and my brother should be getting married and not Rose and my brother. Ruth was every bit as stuck up as my brother was and they would have made a perfect couple if Ruth was about 30 years younger. She was just like Cal in the fact she didn't want to speak to anyone or be associated with anyone beneath her station. I told this theory to Rose once and I've never heard her laugh as hard as she did that night I told her. That was about the last time I saw Rose come alive. Ever since then, she was so depressed that she barely said a word to anyone.

"Maureen, do you have everything?" I nodded as Mr. Lovejoy opened the door to let Cal sit down. My brother seated himself between Rose and me. "Miss Rose, Ruth? What about you two?" Ruth nodded and Rose didn't even acknowledge Mr. Lovejoy's presence. Ruth was in the seat behind the driver that faced the back of the car. "Very well." After casting one last glance in my direction, he shut the door and I watched as he got in the car in front of us with Claire and Trudy. I breathed a sigh of relief as the driver started the engine and the Hockley family made its way to the docks to board Titanic.

I played with the sash of my dress, hoping to avoid Ruth's eyes. She kept staring right at me and I could feel it. I looked everywhere but in her direction. I tilted my head to the side so that the side of my hat would conceal my face from her view. "Maureen, stop playing with the dress. You're old enough to know how to act in a situation like this and not do that." Ruth's voice interrupted my thoughts. In an act of defiance, I didn't listen.

Cal snatched the sash out of my hands and tucked it in one of the loops that held up the sash just out of my reach. "She knows."

I did my best not to say anything back to either of them and instead, just focused on the passing scenery outside my windows until we arrived at the docks. The third class passengers had to go through a health screening line before they were allowed to board the ship. I saw some of the ship's officers and crew members directing them where to go. Mr. Lovejoy got out of the front seat of the Renault as did the driver who opened the door. He helped me out and as I got out into the bright sunshine, I got my first look at the Titanic. I was speechless as I took in her size. Cal got out next, and helped Rose and Ruth out.

"I don't see what all of the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania." Rose was eyeing the ship like I was. She turned to face Cal, obviously unimpressed with the size of the Titanic.

"You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious. Why else do you think we're on it? It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe even Turkish baths." Cal looked at me, confused as to why Rose would make a statement like that. "Your daughter is far too difficult to impress, Ruth. Unlike my little sister here. What do you think, Maureen? Do you feel the same way as Rose, or can you tell the difference?"

"Cal, of course I can. Just on the outside alone, the Titanic is in a class all by herself."

He nodded and smiled and took Rose by the arm. A Titanic crew member came up behind us and started to tell my brother that our baggage needed to be checked. Cal just sighed and handed a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet to the porter. The porter, taken back by the tip he just received, told us that his name was Timothy and if we needed anything, to please let him know as he'd be our personal attendant throughout the voyage. I looked back at the porter and he was still staring at the bill my brother gave him. Cal never tires of the effect of money on the unwashed masses.

Turning my attention back to Trudy and Claire gathering our belongings, I stopped to watch the lower class passengers going through the health inspection stations. Crew members were combing through their hair, checking for lice. I noticed a father with his probably six year old daughter. They had already been through the station and were waiting to board. She had a porcelain doll in her hands and waved at me. I smiled and waved back. The porcelain doll she had in her hands reminded me of one of my dolls I had left back at home. My mother gave her to me on my sixth birthday. I called her Alyssa and she went everywhere with me. I smiled as I remembered the memories the doll and I had made together when I was younger.

"Maureen, do not encourage them. They know we're first class passengers and if you encourage them, they'll be looking for handouts." Ruth walked by me, disgusted that I waved at the little girl.

I just ignored her and waved again. She said something to her father, then pointed towards our group and her father turned around. I waved at him too. He looked at me, puzzled, but waved again. He watched his daughter and she laughed and waved at us again. After realizing that neither Rose nor I were annoyed by her behavior towards us, he waved again, this time more friendly.

Cal looked at Rose and me and shook his head, "Ladies? Are we ready?" We said we were and he sent Claire and Trudy ahead first. They walked by me and moved by Cal who stood next to Rose who was waving to the little girl as well. "Sweet pea, are we ready?" Rose looked at Cal and nodded, ever so slightly. After waving once more at the little girl, we started up the ramp to board. She waved back and I saw her and her father board through the third class entrance. I turned my attention back to the ramp that we were all walking up but watching Rose drag her feet made me wonder what was really going on with her.

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