A/N: I started writing this for a friend because we're kinda obsessed with Titanic, and I figured "What the hell? I'll put it on here! Everyone loves a good officer story!" I'd like to continue this, but I'd like to know what y'all think so review (:

"Harry!"

Dammit. I remained still in my bed, hoping that he and his voice would go away. Why did I choose the top bunk again?

"HarRY!"

I groaned and slammed my pillow on top of my head. "Leave me alone," came my muffled reply.

"Take that pill'er off, 'arry, I got somethin' to say to you!"

I begrudgingly removed the pillow and kept my eyes closed. "Okay, tell me."

"Nah, silly, you got to get up fuhst!"

I flashed my eyes open to see the obnoxiously cheery face of John George "Jack" Phillips, a man barely two years my senior at the age of twenty-four and who, at the moment, was the number one person I wanted to kill on my "most wanted" list. Senior wireless operator, indeed. Ha.

"Hi!" he smiled.

I glared at him. "Bugger off."

"Harry?"

"Oh good God, what?"

"I'm hungry," he attempted to suppress a giggle. That didn't go too well.

I glanced at the wall clock. "Jesus, Jack! It's nearly one in the mornin'!"

"April the thirteenth, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred twelve. Very good, Mr. Bride."

"Bugger o-"

"Will you go with me to get something to eat, please? I don't want to go alone."

"Jaaaack I'm tired."

"Please?"

"Don't you have any telegrams to send? Or, you know, ice warnings to receive?"

Jack glanced over at the telegraph and the infinite pads of Marconi paper beside it. He thought for a moment. "Nah."

I started to climb out of my bed, and nearly missed the bunk-bed ladder on the way down. "I'm going to axe-murder you in your sleep you little piece o'-"

Jack looked at me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "How badly do you want a chocolate-covered strawberry right now? Or a cookie?"

"I hate you," I said as I resigned to go with him on journey to the kitchen.

"Thanks, Har! I'll let you get dressed." He smiled as he shut the door behind him and waited for me in the Marconi room.

A few minutes later I stood in front of the mirror and brushed some lint off the navy blue lapel of my jacket. "I hate you, Jack Phillips." I smiled. I opened the door and saw him finishing a message on the telegraph. "Let's get this over with."

We strolled out onto the deck, the bright moonlight gleaming ever so romantically off of the calm dark sea. Oh how I wish my darling Lucy was here, and that we could have shared this moment together...

Heh, who am I kidding? I'm on the bloody Titanic with the annoying but well-meaning Jack Phillips about to snatch some snacks from the first class dining salon! What could possibly go wrong?

A flashlight beam pored into Jack's and my eyes. "Messrs. Phillips and Bride? What are you two doing up and about?"

I scanned my brain for a good reason. "We... uh... y'see..."

"We're hungry, Officer Lowe. Is that such a crime?" said Jack.

Lowe laughed. "You two... hilarious! You know... I'm in a mood to go get some food, mind if I tag along?"

"No problem, Harry Lowe! The more the merrier!"

I looked at Jack. "But... but I'm 'Harry'..."

"My my my, what a problem! All right, Harry Lowe can be Harry One and you can be Harry Two!"

"Why am I number two?"

"Because I love you, Harry Two," Jack mussed my hair. Ugh.

This was going to be a long night.