A/N: FIRST TITANIC FIC SO GO EASY ON ME.

I sighed dully as I board RMS Titanic. Until two weeks I had been looking forward to this voyage but 2 weeks ago my parents had been killed. This had been my eighteenth birthday present from them 3 months ago. We were supposed to travel together to New York but all that had changed. Now I travelled alone less than twenty four hours after my parents burial. I should be happy. I mean I was travelling first class but nothing could seem to lift my spirits.

I walked onto the ship and told the steward that greeted me my name. He then guided me to my state room informing me that dinner would be at precisely seven every night. Once at room I noticed my bags were already there, unpacked and empty. I tipped the steward before walking forward to my luxurious state room. The walls in the living room were a deep red mahogany with gold lining the fire place. And picture just above. The fireplace held a vase of flowers and a clock. In front of the fire were three chairs two on one side separated by a small table and the other - a slightly larger chair - stood on its own. The chairs looked sumptuous. The had a green and gold pattern on them. I walked through the room to the other side were placed in the middle was a matching sofa and on the other side of that a desk with paper and ink all set up to write letters.

Coming off of the living room were three doors. One to the bathroom and the other two the bedrooms. I walked through one door to which I presumed to be the largest out of the two bedrooms and took in its features. The wall paper like the living room was red and gold except it was not panelling this time. The pattern on it looked very intricate. In the middle of the rooms was a large four poster bed with deep red silk sheets. Also the room contained a large vanity and a door to the wardrobe where my clothes had already been placed. I walked over slowly to the vanity to examine it to make sure all my things were in place. I couldn't think of anything else to do in the room after this so I opted for a walk on deck.

I was strolling along the deck, making my way through all of the people going to their rooms after the departure from Southampton, minding my own business. I was taking note of anyone really when I bumped into a man. He obviously wasn't expecting this and all of his papers fell to the floor. With them I dropped to the deck and started scraping them up.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" I apologized panicky.

Its fine. Honestly," the man reassured me, helping me pick up the papers. All the ones I had gathered I gave to him brining my head up for the first time to meet the strangers eyes.

Oh my was he handsome. His was face was round but not fat. His eyes were dark and piercing like they could see into my soul. His hair was dark brown almost black, he was tall and obviously well built.

"May I ask your name miss?" the handsome stranger asked.

"Ophelia Carter," I replied instantly, "May I ask yours?" I asked back shyly.

"Thomas Andrews," he smiled.

Oh! He was Thomas Andrews! The ship builder. Now I was embarrassed, colour flooded my cheeks giving away my embarrassment.

"Oh. I am sorry I didn't realize Mr Andrews. Pardon me?" I apologized yet again looking down to try hide my rosy cheeks.

"There's no need to be sorry Miss Carter no harm was done. Please, walk with me?" He offered me his arm. I took it willingly.

As we walked along the deck I turned to him and said,

"Please don't call me Miss Carter, no-one calls me that. Call me Leah,"

"Okay then Leah call me Thomas," he returned.

"Deal," I agreed smiling up at him.

After a few minutes walking in companionable silence he started to talk to me.

"If you don't mind me asked Leah where are your parents or travelling partner?" he asked curiously.

"I'm travelling alone," I replied.

"Why?" He enquired further.

"Well they were scheduled to travel with me but they died a few weeks ago,"

"Oh my! I'm sorry I didn't realize," I laughed. Now it was him apologizing.

"Its fine it was no-ones fault just illness," I told him honestly.

"Well if your travelling alone I must request you dine at my table for the rest of voyage?"

"Oh no I couldn't impose like that,"

"Yes you could and you will,"

"Well if you insist," I accepted his offer.

"Good,"

"If you don't mind me saying Mr-Thomas," I corrected myself," Your ship is a wonder truly. There could not be a ship on the entire planet that would measure up to this one,"

"Why thank you Leah. Your words are truly too kind," He smiled again. I liked his smile. It was took my breath away. It brought his mouth up lopsidedly and gave his cheeks small dimples.

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After this we walked and talked for a good hour or so more about the ship and the way it was run. It was so fascinating I hated to that conversation had to stop because of dinner. Though right before we left he asked me my room number so he could come and escort me to dinner at seven. I told him and he kissed my hand before bidding me farewell.

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