(A/N: Like Caught Between Worlds, this is a rewrite of an earlier story. This time I'm rewriting my very first fan fiction that I had ever written, After Titanic. After rereading it, I felt that the story wasn't good, I definitely wasn't as satisfied with it as I am with A Life That's Good. I feel like I'm a much better writer now and the story deserves the same level of writing as my come back story had gotten. So I'm redoing After Titanic. It probably won't be updated regularly though since I have so many stories in progress already. Anyway, if you have read After Titanic before, I hope that you enjoy this new version. Of a nearly ten year old story.)

Chapter One

Rose stared up at the night sky, singing the song that Jack had sang to her while they were at the bow of Titanic just two hours ago. Two hours that felt like over a thousand years ago now. So much had happened since then, her mind was totally overwhelmed. All she could do was lay there on her back, quietly singing what she thought of as their song.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine...and it's up she goes...up she goes..."

She sang the lyrics over and over again, trying to ignore the horror of her situation. If she just concentrated on the lyrics, she wouldn't notice the heavy quiet. The dead bodies. The biting cold. It all just wouldn't matter.

Suddenly a beam of light filled her world and the lyrics that were pretty much keeping her sane faded away. A distant voice pulled her back to the real world. Back to her desperate situation.

"Hello! Is there anyone alive out there?!" The voice called, seemingly getting more distant as time ticked by.

Coming to attention, Rose forced herself to turn onto her side in order to see where the voice was coming from, making sure that it was not just some figment of her imagination. Her eyes widened when she saw the boat making it's way among the dead bodies in search of survivors. Hope broke through the bleak darkness that had filled her heart.

A boat! A boat had finally came back to save them! She almost couldn't believe her eyes, but she had to. She couldn't let the chance of survival pass her up.

"Jack," Rose urgently shook Jack's frozen hand that was tightly gripping her own. He was so still with ice framing his face and laced through his hair. Looking at him, she assumed that he was just asleep. It didn't occur to her that it could be anything else. "There's a boat. There's a boat, Jack."

He didn't move. He just floated there, with no sign of life. She frowned, not understanding why he wasn't waking up. It was the moment they've been waiting for. Rescue! He had to wake up!

"Jack! Wake up! There's a boat!" Her voice was nearly gone, thanks to the cold, but the fear it contained was unmistakable. Why wasn't he waking up? Why didn't he open his eyes and say something? A joke, or a snort. Some kind of sign that he was still with her.

If she was honest, that promise he had forced her to make had scared her. He wanted her to promise to live life without him, but didn't Jack understand that he was her entire reason for living now? That everything they had talked about on Titanic, there was no point in doing them if he wasn't with her.

"Jack...there's a boat...," realization hit her like a brick. Jack wasn't moving. He wasn't talking. He wasn't giving any sign of life. That promise he had gotten from her was his good-bye. He was gone, leaving her in the world alone.

A sob burst from Rose as she laid her cheek against his frozen hand, willing to just forget about her promise and lay there and die right along with him.

"Can't I get any sleep around here?" His voice was weak, but it was there and renewed Rose's will to live. She lifted her face to see him lightly smiling at his attempt at a joke.

Instant relief washed through her as she stared into his blue eyes. He was alive! She knew it! He wouldn't let her down! Like he had said earlier on Titanic, he was a survivor!

"There's a boat! We'll miss if if we don't hurry," She pointed to the silhouette of the lifeboat and the officer still yelling for a response as he got further and further away. Rose felt her hope begin to sink again. What if it was already too late? The boat was obviously too far away for a human voice to reach and she doubted that her and Jack had any strength left to swim for it.

Jack followed where Rose was pointing and panic filled him as well. This was their one and only chance at rescue. He dared not let it get away. "Come back!" He yelled as loudly as he could, but in his weakening condition, it wasn't very loud. "We're over here! Come back!"

But the boat didn't come back. It got further and further away. It was obvious that they weren't going to be heard. Not like this.

Losing hope, Rose felt tears fill her eyes. It couldn't end like this. She had just found Jack. She had just gained freedom from the oppressive world that she had grown up in. She couldn't lose it all now! She looked around for something, anything to use to gain the officer's attention and nearly laughed when she saw it. A whistle, stuck in the mouth of a newly dead crew member. The thought of using it grossed her out, but there was no other choice. Their case was hopeless enough as it was. She could feel the life going out of Jack's hands as he remained in the freezing water and she knew that she wouldn't last much longer herself. The whistle was their last chance.

Still holding on tightly to Jack's hand, she slipped off of the board that had been holding her out of the water and managed to pull Jack over to where the dead officer floated on a piece of debris. Moving fast, she yanked the whistle out of the dead man's mouth and placed it in her own, trying not to think about where it had just been. With the last of her strength, she blew on the whistle, determined to make the officer in the boat hear her. Determined to get both herself and Jack to safety so that they could live their dreams.

"Come about!" a voice hollered, shining a light right on Jack and Rose.

Smiling with satisfaction, Rose fell into unconsciousness, sure that she and Jack were rescued. Now all she had to do was rest.