Hi everyone! So I decided to make a new story about Jack and Rose but a bit Downton Abbey inspired. So In this story Jack will become the new chauffeur of the DeWitt Bukater family and all the consequences it will bring. I hope you will enjoy this story and please let me know what you think. I'd love your honest opinion!

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Chapter 1

May 15 1913

It's a really hot day fort his time of year. Rose and her mother are sitting in the garden having a cup of tea with Mrs Baxter, one of Ruth's best friends.

'It's quite an embarrassment to send invitations 3 times. But we didn't have any choice, Rose was devastated after the tragic of last year.' Ruth says talking to Mrs Baxter. Rose sits next to them looking at her cup of tea begging god to shut up her mother.

'Rose, darling,' Mrs Baxter says, 'don't worry about it. When Jason and I got married things went so wrong, but look at us now. Still as happy as we used to be. Winter weddings are beautiful, just like a fairy tale.'

Rose smiles politely at her, but she feels horrible. For the past year she's been feeling more trapped than ever. They were supposed to marry last June, but because of the sinking of the Titanic she suffered from posttraumatic symptoms, which caused them to choose another date for their wedding. December 2nd 1913.

'I can't believe my daughter is getting married. Rose has been doing so well lately, but we have to wait a couple more months.'

'Even more time to make the best out of it. Right, mother?' Rose feels annoyed and the loneliness is boiling inside of her. She puts her cup down and stands up to dismiss herself. 'Well if you will excuse me, I need to get dressed. Lily and I are having lunch in town. Mrs Baxter it's been a pleasure. I hope I'll see you soon.'

'Of course, my dear. Enjoy your luncheon.'

'Oh, Rose.' Ruth calls her.

'Remind Lily of her appointment with Mrs Wellington.'

'Is she getting new dresses?'

'Yes, but she's been talking about some ideas she has so I just want her to discuss it with her.'

'Can I go as well?'

Ruth laughs at her. 'Oh, Rose dear. You're already getting married and every benefit with it.'

What benefit? Becoming an obedient wife who needs to look after the children all day while her husband is out of town doing God knows what? Rose thinks to herself.

'Let your sister have something as well.'

'Fine.' Rose mumbles and storms inside. Looking for her maid to help her get dressed. Luckily she sees Lucy.

'Lucy, get April for me please. I need to get dressed for luncheon. Tell her I am in my room.'

Lucy, one of the maids nods at Rose. 'Of course, Miss Rose.'

'Buta Jack. A chauffeur uh? Why would ya wanta become a chauffeur?'

Jack laughs at his friend sitting next to him in a pub enjoying some food after nearly two days.

'Because, Fabri. I want to take every chance I can take. It's just something new. And by the way it's not even settled yet, tomorrow I have to go there and then I'll know. It's not like I'll always be a chauffeur.'

'Buta I am sure you will a get the job and then what abouta me?' Fabrizio says in a mocking tone

'I am also doing this for you, mate. Look at us here. We haven't had any food in two days and now portraits aren't selling that well. So yeah. I just want to do it so we can eventually travel further.'

'Where is it a?'

Jack shrugs his shoulders. 'Some DeWitt Bukater family and a dude named Hockley. I guess that's the fiancé of one of the daughters.'

Fabrizio laughs at him. 'Well that sounds lika royality.'

'I guess they are a bit. Well I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Maybe they will turn me down so I just don't keep my hopes too high.'

'Wella Jack you gonna be a buon chauffeur. You become royalty and let me marry a bella donna.'

'Deal. I'll have a good word for you.' Jack says and they both drink up their beer.

'Are you all right miss? You seem a bit morose lately.' April her lady's maid tells her while closing her dress.

'Do I?' Rose asks. She looks at her reflection in the mirror and yes, April is right. She looks lifeless.

'I am not trying to be rude, miss. I am sorry if I have made you think that. My apologies.'

'Oh, April. You never have to apologise. You are one of the sweetest persons I know. And always remember that.'

April smiles sweetly at Rose.

'I think I will, miss. And always remember that if there is something wrong you can talk to me. All right, miss.'

Oh Anne. Everything is wrong. I feel like I am standing in the middle of a crowed room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up. No one cares. No one pulls me back and although I want to pull myself back, I can't reach for the surface. No one gives me a helping hand.

'It's just this stupid corset. I curse the person who ever invented it. If I had the chance I would destroy it in an instant.'

'You have my permission, miss.' April laughs.

Rose sits down at her vanity.

"I don't know why we bother with corsets. Men don't wear any and they look perfectly normal in their clothing.'

April laughs at her. She loves Rose's power. She's always seen her more as a friend than her ladyship. A friend she needs to stand ready for 24/7, but she doesn't mind. She can have lovely conversations. And Miss. Rose always stands up for her and gives her marvelous advice.

'But we aren't men, Rose,' Her elder sister Lily comes into her room and Rose looks at April through the mirror and rolls her eyes, 'They don't expect us to wear a tie either.'

'Well wearing ties still allows you to breath properly and they don't scrunch down your organs."

"I'll have to ask Mr. Hockley to start minding what you read from now on, won't I?" Lily says.

"Well then you don't have to do it anymore." Rose fires back at her sister. She looks in the mirror gazing at her hair and smiles. "Wow thank you April. It looks wonderful, truly."

April smiles sweetly at her.

"Is that it, Miss Rose?'

Rose nods. "Yes. You can go now."

April nods and leaves the two sisters alone.

"Well, Rose. We must hurry now. Mr. O'Neill has already brought up the car and I've made a reservation at 2 so we must hurry."

Rose takes her purse and follows her sister outside.

"Good afternoon, Mr. O'Neill." She greets him sweetly.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Rose, Miss. Lily."

"Good afternoon, Mr. O'Neill." Lily greets him without looking at him and hops into the car. Rose smiles at him again letting him know she appreciates his hard work and follows her sister.

"I wish you'd be as nice to me as you were to the servants."

"They work very hard for us, Lily. And I want to let them know I appreciate their hard work. I can't really say that about us, right?"

"Well it's their job, isn't it O'Neill?" Lily asks turning to the chauffeur.

"It is, Miss. Lily." O'Neill sighs. Rose thinks he doesn't like working for them. Shen can't blame him. If her mother let driving lessons, she could take herself everywhere. But of course it wouldn't be such a thing for women to do. Yet she doesn't know that O'Neill has to leave tomorrow and he doesn't want to. His mother is very sick and he wants to be with her the last moments before her passing, which is mostly certain.

"They have their job which happens to be more physical than the work people like us do." Lily continues.

"You know I hate when you say that."

"Say what?"

"The phrase of "people like us" or "people like them" at the end we are all just the same, Lily. And it's just so unfair."

Lily laughs slightly at Rose. "Oh my dearest, Rose. One day you'll find out you have such the luck to be privileged with the life you have."

Rose wants to say something back, but she stays quiet. She doesn't want to argue with her sister all the time.

The rest of the car ride the girls remain quiet and Rose just stares outside enjoying the people on the streets while the sun is shining brightly. After about 10 minutes they arrive at one of their favorite places to eat called: "Hotel Prague". They come there quite often for parties or large dinners with friends and relatives. But Rose is more interested in the beautiful paintings and sculptures hanging on the walls. She can remember as a little girl of 8 she once climbed onto a table to check out the painting of an artist named Degas from a closer up perspective. Her parents were furious and ashamed. They yelled at her the whole way back home. Rose chuckles at the memory of it even though she didn't have the urge to face her parents properly for weeks after that. Rose gets taken out of her thoughts by the sudden loud voice of her sister.

"Oh my! It's Gracie Wilson. I haven't seen her in years." Lily says while opening the door and walking up to her.

Rose sighs and follows her sister.

"Goodness Gracious, Gracie Wilson." Lily calls her.

The woman turns around with a slightly confused expression until she sees Lily.

"Lily? Oh God. I haven't seen you in ages! How are you doing?"

"Wonderful, Gracie. How about you? I have read last year that you got married?"

Gracie nods her head. "Happily married, yes," she smiles, "And two beautiful daughters. Emma and Sophia. They are twins."

"Twins? Oh my!" Lily laughs, "I thought one was already a hard one."

"You have a child as well?"

Lily nods. "My dearest Adam. He is 3 years old. He is a precious little guy."

While two lost friends are catching up on their lives, Rose looks around her looking at all the people living their lives. From little children to older men, everything seems so fascinating to her, so full of life. It's then when she looks to her right where to young men are sitting on a bench. One looks from a southern county in Europe and he is talking to another guy next to him leaning against the fence behind it. The guy next to him on the bench is fully concentrated on something resting on his lap, which seems like a notebook or some sort. She feels herself staring at him. He looks gorgeous. His hair is slightly messy because of the wind. The guy leaning against the fence said something, which made him laugh. Oh god, Rose. You can't look at someone like that. She turns her head to face the woman Lily is talking to.

"Have you met my sister, Rose already?"

I shake Gracie's hand. "How do you do." I say.

"Pleasure to meet you, Rose."

Lily looks at the large clock on the lantern.

"Oh no. We must go now, Rose. Gracie, please write me. I'd love to meet again and meet your family."

Gracie nods. "Yes, indeed. I'll write this week. Now hurry. And enjoy your luncheon."

They say their goodbyes and Rose looks once more at where the men are sitting, now to notice that the blond haired boy is gazing at her. She quickly turns away and follows her sister to the entrance of the hotel.

"Jack? Jack?" Fabrizio waves his hands in front of his face.

He laughs at the guy behind him leaning against the fence. His name is Tommy. Tommy Ryan.

"Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of her." He says while lighting up a new cigarette. Jack doesn't listen to him. He just keeps staring. He's never seen such a beautiful girl in his life. Her hair is red and she's wearing a light green dress. But Tommy is right. He wouldn't even have the chance to talk to someone like that. He thinks to himself. The girl is talking to two other women.

Then she looks at him from her spot and no he still doesn't look away, but she does. She looks at the woman standing next to her and follows her to an entrance of some sort of restaurant.

"Amoreeee amoreeee." Fabrizio sings and Tommy laughs with him.

"Little Jackie in love?"

Jack looks back at his drawing and starts finishing it.

"You can't fall in love after just 2 seconds, and you shouldn't joke about it Tommy. You are already married."

"You got me with that, mate. But Elly and I are from the same range."

Jack smirks but he thinks they are overthinking it. He had just seen the most beautiful woman in the world but he'd probably never see her again.

"You guys are being dramatic. Perhaps she's a cruel cold hearted woman can't I just look at someone?"

They start laughing again. "We so sorry, Jack. Buta you justa look like a little ragazzo. You lika mya little brother, Jack."

"Forget about what we said, let's just focus on tomorrow, Jack. What about you lads stay a night at ours so you can leave all fresh and clean."

"Tommy, you know how we think about that. We don't want to be those beggars clinching on you all the time." Jack takes a cigarette and lights it.

"Come on boyo. And you don't even beg. Please let me be a nice person for once."

They two sisters are sitting ahead of each other while looking at the menu.

"I think it's so kind of mother to treat me this time for getting new dresses," Lily rambles without stopping, "And I could ask Harry obviously, but oh well. I was thinking about something more dark bluish, like that dark dress you have..."

Rose is just staring at the menu lost in her own mind. Lily seems to notice and moans annoyed.

"Are you even listening, Rose?"

Rose looks up and nods her head.

"Yes, I am."

Lily just stares at her with an expression that could kill a pack of wolves in an instant.

"Well, you need to stop being so moody. I haven't seen a proper smile on your face in more than a year."

"I don't know what you mean with that." Lily is right though. She hasn't felt maybe one drop of happiness in years. And although she's been able to give the sinking of the Titanic a bit of a place, her family drives her nuts.

"The ship's already started rusting at the bottom of the ocean and I bet they have already started building a new one." Lily laughs.

"How could you even say that!' Rose snaps at her.

"Like I said. It happened, Rose. And yes I can't deny it was horrible. But you need to start focusing on the bright things that are coming your way, dear."

Before Lily could finish her speech to Rose the waiter interrupts them to take their orders.

"Excuse me, ladies."

"I'll just have the salmon." Rose informs him sweetly.

"Certainly miss." He turns his way to Lily.

"For me the fish salad."

"Of course ma'am."

As the waiter leaves, Rose takes a deep breath.

"I... I just feel like I am doing nothing with my life. I just look at everyone being busy with God knows what and I just feel so useless. I am eighteen and I already have the feeling I've lived all my life and am now retiring waiting for my good day."

Rose has no idea why she just said that to her sister who won't understand a single bit but she just needed to spill it out. Now she can only wait for a disapproving answer.

'Rose, darling. You are getting married within half a year! You are not wasting your life! You should be happy actually. Like I said you should feel privileged with your life, hard work isn't that nice, Rose."

"I am not talking about digging in mines or so. I have ambitions, passions which I want to achieve."

"Are you talking about that acting thing again? Rose you know there is no future in that."

This is exactly what Rose knew she would say. She knows it from anyone. No one, absolutely no one has ever supported her in her dreams.

"Well that is what you think. That you are happy with being a mother and obeying Harry, doesn't mean it makes me happy."

Lily looks at Rose with an unbelieving look. "You love Cal, don't you?"

No I don't.

"Of course I do. I love Cal. It's just not healthy for me to relay on Cal for the rest of my life. I am my own person I have my own dreams."

"You can do whatever you want even when you are married. What about university? It's such a good opportunity for your future."

Rose sighs and pulls and twist her fingers. She always does it when she's feeling uncomfortable or nervous, quite a bad habit. Well better than biting her nails like she did when she was younger. But her nanny and mother used to yell at her whenever her fingers would come close to her mouth.

"Never mind. Let's just forget it alright?" Rose insists.

"Just know we all want the best for you. I do, Mother does, Cal does, and father does as well."

"I know, but it's not important, Lily. Just forget it!"

"Fine, Rose."

They remain silent for a while until Rose brings up the dresses again.

"A velvet blue dress?" Rose asks.

"Yes. I mean it's summer, but who says you have to walk around like a flower garden all the time, right?"

Rose laughs and nods.

Meanwhile at the big house the maids and valets are having their lunch break downstairs. Lucy and April are sitting next to each other, as always. They are about the same age and ever since April came her as Rose's new lady's maid, they have been inseparable.

"I don't know she seems so blue," Lucy says, "have you spoken to her about it?"

April shrugs her shoulders. 'Well I asked if she were alright, but she didn't really give an answer."

"I just feel sorry for her. Do you think it might have to do something with Mr. Hockley?"

'Do you want my honest opinion?"

Lucy nods and April gets closer to her so no one could hear her.

"I think she doesn't love him."

Lucy nods again at April. She wants to respond but Max Gibson, the housekeeper, interrupts them.

"Ladies please discuss your personal life in your personal time."

"Yes, Mr Gibson." The girls obey.

"Also, Lucy. Mrs Dewitt Bukater wants you upstairs after Mrs Baxter has left. It has something to do with her dress."

"Of course, Mr Gibson."

"Good, now eat your luncheon and continue your work."

They all nod and remain silent until Carl breaks it.

"It's kind of rude assuming that Miss DeWitt Bukater doesn't love Mr Hockley, he is a good man."

"Oh stop it, Carl. You shouldn't even spy on us, that in the first place. Secondly it is just my opinion and it could be false."

"Yes darling, that's why I said 'assuming' make sure you clean your ears next time before insulting me." He says and walks away.

"Why is he such a snob? I can't believe Carl is Mr Gibson's cousin, he is such a nice man." Lucy says.

"I can't stand him either. But we know better, we mustn't lower ourselves. Like my mother used to tell me. 'Kill them with kindness'" April says.

Lucy smiles at her. 'I like that one. Let's kill them with kindness."

The bell rings and Lucy looks up.

"I should help her ladyship with her dress."

"Yes I should continue as well. But about the fair, next week, I hope we can get the day off."

"Don't worry to much about it," Lucy insures her, "It's this yearly big thing. I am sure we can get the day off. And maybe you could ask Miss Rose."

"If she'd like to…"

"Well we can at least ask."

"You are right. Now let's move on, shall we?"

"Oh, Lucy. Great you are here."

"Mr Gibson told me you had some troubles with one of your dresses, Ma'am."

"Yes indeed I have."

Ruth walks over to her wardrobe and takes out a long rusty orange evening dress.

"We are having dinner at the Atkins' and I tried to close my dress the other day, but it won't close. Could you fix it?"

"Could I have a look, Ma'am?"

Ruth lays down her dress onto her bed and Lucy takes a closer look.

"Oh yes, it's broken. Give me an hour and it'll be fixed."

"Wonderful, Lucy. You can go now."

"Certainly, Ma'am."

Lucy turns away to leave until the carnival fair pops up into her head.

"Ma'am?"

"Could I ask you something?"

"Sure. What's wrong, Lucy?"

"Well nothing, but about the carnival fair next week. I wondered…"

"You'd like the day off?"

"I guess…"

Ruth stays quiet for a while and walks over to her window. Lucy expects the worst. It'd be weird because they were allowed to go to the carnival every year.

"Well alright, but I expect all of you to do extra work the day before."

Lucy smiles and nods.

"I am very grateful, ma'am. Thank you very much."

Ruth gives her a nod and Lucy leaves the room to look for April.

She finds her in the library, cleaning the chimney. She storms inside not knowing Cal is working at his desk.

"April good news! I…"

April stands up and gives Lucy a warning look. But Cal already stands up and walks over to the girls.

"Oh, Mr Hockley. I am so sorry. I didn't know you were…"

"What's the good news, Lucy? When you rush into my library like that, I believe I do have the right what all this fuss is about."

"It's about the carnival next week, sir. I asked Mrs Dewitt Bukater to give us the permission to go. She did if we work extra hard the day in advance."

"Well I don't really see why that makes you storm into the library like a barbarian. Don't let this happen again."

"Yes of course, sir. I do apologize."

"Alright. Now off you go. Both. I have lots of work to do."

The two maids nod and follow one another out of the room.

"He scares me." April says with a slight laughter in her voice.

"Ugh I know, but let's just look on the bright sight. We can go to the carnival fair!"

"I can't wait. It's always one of my favourite events of the year."

Evening May 15 1913

"Elly thisa food is justa wonderful." Fabrizio tells her while taking another scoop of Sheppard's pie.

Jack and Fabrizio are spending the night at Tommy and Elly's. So Jack can arrive save and sound at his new job.

"Thank you, Fabrizio. Take as much as you want. I've made enough."

"You know about the pub right, Fabrizio? I could take you tomorrow if you'd like."

"Tommy is very very kind. I am free tomorrow so it is a good a idea."

"Great, that's settled then."

Elly looks at Jack. "Are you ready for tomorrow."

"Yeah totally. Just driving a car for a bunch of posh people. I don't think it'll be hard."

"And will you be staying there as well?" Elly asks.

'There is a room for me, but I don't think I have to sleep in there every single night. I can't leave you all alone forever right?"

"You never leave me. I never leave you. Even when we are olda." Fabizio jokes and they all laugh.

"Just remember you are always welcome. Both of you." Elly insures them.

"Thank you Elly. But we won't be bothering you for long. Soon we'll have enough money and be heading out again."

"I know. But still."

"How was your day, Miss Rose?" April asks while helping her get ready for bed.

"Exhausting." Rose sighs.

"I am sorry, Miss. To hear that."

"Don't be, April. Besides I can't complain. You should be the ones being all exhausted. How do you manage to work like this every single day?"

"Well most of us don't know any better. Like myself I've worked as long as I can remember. And I don't mind, Miss. I have such kind people around me."

Rose smiles at her. "Just please let me know whenever you want a day off. I certainly can take myself to bed."

April laughs. "I can't Miss. I truly can't."

"Of course you can."

"I can't. And besides, I already have a day off."

"Oh? When will that be?"

"Next week. On Wednesday."

"Of course, the carnival, how could I forget? Well I wish you all the fun, April."

"Thank you Miss. But I was wondering. Would you be able to come as well?"

"Oh I'd love to, April. But I certainly can't, mother and Cal don't really like letting me go to events like that."

Her face turns into a sad expression. And April seems to notice.

"I am sorry, Miss."

"Please don't be. I don't mind."

Rose walks over to her bed.

"I think I can better go and sleep now. Goodnight, April."

April nods. "Goodnight, Miss."

So this was my first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it :D x-x-x