Rose was sitting on the sofa, in her stateroom, she was crying over her latest spill with Cal, a spill that included Cal punching her hard in the jaw and almost choking her to unconsciousness. As she sat there in the room, crying, she heard the door knob to her room turn and her heart instantly jumped. Was it Cal coming back to hit on her some more? Could it be her god-awful, mother, Ruth? Could it be Trudy? Her stomach jumped up into her throat as the door swung open, but her fears were half way relinquished as she saw it wasn't Cal, it wasn't Ruth, it was Lovejoy. Rose looked at Lovejoy quickly and turned her head away from him and wiped her tears away. Lovejoy walked over to her and frowned slightly.

"Ms. Rose?" Lovejoy asked as he walked in and saw her sitting on the sofa. "Mr. Hockley is looking for you to come down to the first class dining room with him later."

Rose slowly turned and looked at Lovejoy, her black mascara stained heavily under her red, puffy, wet, tearful eyes.

"I don't want to, Lovejoy, not now." Rose said with a tearful voice. "I—I—he—I just can't."

Immediately, Rose lowered her head in her hands and broke into silent tears. Lovejoy stared at her with confusion. He had never seen her cry before, so this was new to him. He had no clue how to handle – emotions and feelings. Lovejoy himself was not about emotions or feelings, especially in public anyway.

"Well—very well then," Lovejoy said almost hesitantly but coldly. "I'll inform Mr. Hockley of your outright DEFIANCE."

Lovejoy turned quickly and walked to the door of the room and Rose looked at him with a frown. Was he really this cold?

"Lovejoy, can you for one MOMENT not act like a—DAMN manservant and show some compassion!" Rose yelled angrily with a tearful voice.

Lovejoy stopped and turned and looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

"What? What are you talking about Ms. Rose?" Lovejoy asked lightly with a frown.

"I'm talking about me DAMN IT!" Rose yelled through tears as she stood up quickly. "Cal! He—can't you see how unhappy I am with him! How he treats me! Controls me, hits me! Abuses me! What are you inhuman! A robot of Cal's or something!"

Lovejoy looked down and blinked repeatedly and slightly shook his head.

"Ms. Rose, that's none of my business." Lovejoy said lightly, with a hint of hesitance. "I'm only a—"

"Fine! Its none of your business than I'm going out to that deck and I'm jumping off into the water and to my death!" Rose yelled tearfully. "Maybe THEN someone will care! Someone will care enough to HELP me!"

Rose stopped and looked down, scoffed as she broke into more tears.

"Because I am SO frustrated," Rose said tearfully. "I'm screaming for someone, anyone to help me, to save me from Cal and NO one will. He's HURTING me, can't you see?"

Lovejoy looked up at her and stared at her with a torn look. He wasn't sure what he should do, everything he wanted to do, everything that his mind was telling him to do in a small, still voice, he knew would cause Cal to fire him at the drop of a hat. Rose shook her head angrily.

"Fine, the hell with you!" Rose yelled as she quickly walked away, out the room, towards the deck.

Lovejoy rolled his eyes at Rose and figured she was just trifling with him about jumping into the icy waters of the Atlantic—until he saw her climb up on the ledge of the deck. Lovejoy's eyes widened with shock and he quickly ran out to the deck and over to her. She quickly looked back at him as she stood on the ledge, the cool night air, brushing her beautiful red hair into her face.

"STAY BACK!" Rose yelled tearfully. "I swear I'll jump!"

"No!" Lovejoy yelled.

Rose quickly took a step closer towards the edge of the ledge, about to jump. She realized at that moment that from her having seven alcoholic drinks earlier that night, that she was beyond drunk, as her vision of the sea below, was almost completely blurry.

"No, Rose, alright!" Lovejoy yelled quickly. "Alright, I—"

Lovejoy stopped and looked away from her, sighed, briefly closed his eyes and frowned.

"I understand what you're saying, Rose, I do." Lovejoy said lightly. "I see it everyday, all day, what he does to you, but—but jumping to your death won't fix the problem, believe me, it won't. You're—you're too young to die like this."

"Rose looked at him with her eyes clouded with tears and a look of sadness.

"But what can I do?" Rose said in a low, tearful voice. "I don't want to be with him anymore. I want to just run, to get away."

Lovejoy sighed and frowned deeply. He knew he'd get in trouble for this, but it just seemed to come into mind—instantly, from out of thin air, also he knew he himself got tired of being sent on a wild goose chase after Rose, whenever Cal wanted to locate her or control her. Lovejoy knew Rose didn't love Cal.

"I—I'll help you." Lovejoy said in a low, whisper as he looked up at her. "I'll help you, just come down from there—please."

Rose stared at him in silence. She knew he was telling the truth about helping her. She had a knack for detecting the truth from a lie with people. Rose slowly turned around to face him, as he quickly walked over to her and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down, back onto the deck of the balcony. Quickly, Rose hugged him, which took Lovejoy off guard. He frowned and lightly hugged her.

"You can't tell Cal I'm helping you." Lovejoy whispered. "He'd kill us both."

Rose pulled away from him slightly and sighed as more tears filled her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was about to say, but at that moment, she had a strong urge for what she was about to say. She wanted a quick fix of her emotional pain at that moment and at that moment, with Lovejoy being the only one—the only man in her view, well…why not? She thought to herself.

She quickly kissed Lovejoy passionately, which greatly took him off guard, he pushed her away quickly and looked at her with confusion.

"Rose what are you doing?" Lovejoy asked.

Rose looked down at the floor and frowned slightly, light tears streaming.

"I want—I need you to help me get rid of this emotional pain, right now." Rose said in a low tearful tone. "Cal doesn't have to know."

Lovejoy looked at her with slight shock and pushed her away from him.

"Rose—oh—oh Rose, I—I can't." Lovejoy said with shock in his voice.

"Why not?" Rose said lightly. "Its not like you haven't thought about it, Lovejoy. Cal doesn't have to know, but I—I'm so tense and hurt emotionally and I need someone to make it ok right now."

Lovejoy looked down and scoffed again and briefly closed his eyes. Of course, Lovejoy thought about it. Rose was a beautiful woman and there were plenty of times, Lovejoy thought of Rose—passionately and other wise, he'd even go so far as to say he was attracted to her, but Lovejoy knew his place—and he'd never betray Cal in such a way. Lovejoy had a job to do for Cal and in Lovejoy's mind, doing "his" job was all that was important to him-or so Lovejoy thought until tonight. Somehow tonight, a sudden change occurred within Lovejoy, when it came to Rose and Lovejoy had no idea why or how or where this sudden change came from.

Also, little did Rose know, she would soon meet someone who would make it ok for her, for the rest of her life—Jack Dawson. Lovejoy scoffed and shook his head.

"Rose—but—but I—"

Before Lovejoy could finish his sentence, Rose walked back over to him and kissed him again passionately. He tried to resist at first, but this second kiss seemed to overpower Lovejoy greatly, so much that Lovejoy stopped trying to resist her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back with equal passion. He then picked her up in his arms and carried her inside and in her bedroom. It would be a short but passionate time of love made between Lovejoy and Rose, that would change everything between them and bring not only continued passion and desire to the both of them, but it would also bring dangerous, destructive problems their way…