Title- Destiny

Author- A-Mad-Girl-Back-Home

Fandom- Titanic

Rating- T (Because I'm Paranoid)

Pairing- Jack/Rose

Disclaimer- I do not own the movie, Titanic, James Cameron does. If I owned the movie, Titanic Jack would not have died.

R.I.P to the poor souls who perished aboard the Titanic on 14th April 1912

I sit at the edge of the water, surrounded by millions upon millions of tiny, yellow grains of sand, the water rolling up the beach, occasionally tickling the tips of my toes. I don't let it get any further than that. I haven't been this close to the ocean since 1912, and even now it gives me the shivers. It travels for miles off into the horizon, filled with ripples and bits of foamy, white water floating around on top. It changes colour, Dark blue to Dark Green to Grey to Black, depending on the light from the moon. How can something so beautiful, vast and endless cause so much death and destruction? How can something so innocent ruin so many lives in a matter of seconds?

I shake my head, trying to get the image of that horrible night out of my head and instead turn my attention back to a more pressing matter. The War. My ears perk up as the sound of gunshots pierce the air and I watch as explosions of colour, light up the sky like fireworks. To someone who was oblivious to the current events it would look like a happy place, filled with joy and laughter, but to someone like me, who has seen firsthand, the terror and sadness it brings, it is a reminder that now another person has just lost their life.

When the war first started I wanted absolutely nothing to do with it, content to just stay in my home in Santa Monica and continue on with my everyday life. But after seeing nearly every neighbour in my street receive the dreaded 'I regret to inform you…' letter, I had to do something, especially after the Titanic , seeing all of those innocent men, women and children die. Especially after Jack, so I joined the Red Cross and became a nurse, and well, here I am.

"Rosie!?" I hear someone call "I need you again!"

I stand up quickly, brushing the sand off my skirt before hurrying inside the medical tent a few meters behind me where the head nurse, Margret, who we all call Margie, waits for me at the entrance. Margie is a thin, strict looking women with black hair tied back in a tight bun on the top of her head and dark blue eyes. At first glance, she looks to be a very menacing person but she is really a great big teddy bear and a joy to work with.

"Back to work, I need you to tend to some of the patients, they need another dose of morphine," she tells me.

I nod "Sure Margie, I'll be right in!"

I take one last look at the sea behind me before running inside, grabbing a bottle of morphine out of my coat pocket.

Making my way over to the rows of beds on the left side of the tent I try to ignore the groans and cries of pain attacking me from all sides. I walk up to the first bed, a bed containing a young soldier with dark brown hair. I pop the morphine on his tongue along with some water.

"Shhhh, you're okay" I whisper, smoothing the man's hair back off his sweaty brow.

He moans and it breaks my heart. I am full of hate. These people who've started this war. They are destroying our world. It will never, ever be the same again after this. These once powerful, brave men reduced to tears by this dreadful war. But that's why I'm here, to help them. To heal them, to keep them safe so they can return home to their families.

I move from one bed to the next, dulling their pain with my magic medicine and for some it takes all of my will power to not stuff extra down their throat, but that will do them more harm than anything else so I don't.

My head jerks up as another patient is rushed in on a stretcher, along with a scary amount of blood, before being rushed into surgery behind a fenced off area in the corner of the medical tent.

The surgery goes for 4 hours and 5 minutes exactly. Apparently his right arm and left leg were shot at quite a few times. It was lucky he didn't have to get them amputated. He was also shot in the chest, luckily the bullets missed harming any of his major organs to badly. He is a very lucky man. I don't really know why I'm paying so much attention to this certain soldier. I guess there's something about him. I feel like I know him, yet I have never met him before in my life.

"Rosie, he's your responsibility now, just keep his mind of the pain" Margie tells me, squeezing my shoulder before hurrying off to tend to another patient.

I hurry over to the cot in the corner. A young man, who looks to be no more than 24 is lying there with dark blonde hair and-

I feel my legs give way beneath me and I collapse onto the ground in a heap. I vaguely hear running but all I can think about is the young blonde haired man, sleeping in the bed next to me.

"Rose!" I hear a nurse called Lillian yell. "Are you alright? You look faint"

A nurse appears next to me with strawberry blonde hair and green. She crouches down on the ground next to me and grabs my hand.

"Jack," I mutter. No this can't be real, Jack's dead. I shake my head. No, he's lying right next to me alive and reasonably okay.

I hear Lilian whisper something to Margie. "I think she knows him"

I feel Lilian touch my arm gently. "Rosie, do you know this man?" she asks quietly.

I nod.

She pauses "Did you know he was alive?"

I shake my head in response. Words seem to have failed me.

I hear Margie say something quietly to Lilian before turning to me. "Rose, take the rest of the night off, you're in no condition to work, It'll be better for all of us that way"

In less than 10 minutes I'm sitting propped up in a chair with a thin blanket around my shoulders gripping Jack's hand like a lifeline.

I haven't seen him in four years. His blonde hair is the same, but his face has matured and has received its fair amount of bruises and scars over the years. I push a stray piece of hair back out of his face and I swear he smiles slightly in his sleep. I smile to myself but as I continue to stroke his hair a frown replaces it. What if he's married? What if he has children? What if he's in love and has a girlfriend? I'm about to stand up and leave, unable to face the prospect of him not loving me anymore when he stirs. He moans and ever so slowly his brilliant, sky, blue eyes flutter open.

He stares at me for a few seconds, a confused look on his face.

"Jack," I whisper "Jack it's me, it's Rose"

He shakes his head. He looks frightened. "No, you're dead, you're dead, get away from me! Please leave me alone!" He starts struggling in his bed.

"Jack, I promise you, it's me, it's Rose"

"No, no" he mutters to himself, eyes wide.

"Jack, I promise, you jump, I jump remember!"

Jack's eyes widen. He lifts his hand to touch my face, his warm hand caressing my cheek. He runs his fingers through my hair and traces my lips with his finger.

"Rose?" he asks and I can see tears in his eyes. I can feel them in my eyes too. "How are you here? You're, you're dead! You died!"

I laugh weakly "I'm supposed to be dead? You're supposed to be dead! I saw you die! You were dead! You froze to death right in front of me, you wouldn't wake up!"

Jack shakes his head. "I woke up and I was under the water, and when I got back to the surface you weren't there. Another lifeboat came back and rescued me and here I am… I looked for you everywhere, the list, the boat, everywhere"

"I wouldn't have been on the list as Rose DeWitt-Bukater, I ummm, I- I hope you don't mind, I used your last name, It seemed-"

"You did?" Jack asks stunned.

"Yes," I answer worriedly. What if he was angry? "I'm sorry, I-"

"Rose, I'm honoured" he says, cutting me off mid-sentence.

I feel my cheeks turn pink.

He smiles and tries to sit up, falling back down onto the bed in pain.

"What happened?" he asks me wincing and rubbing his chest.

"You were shot," I tell him "In the arm, leg and chest so I wouldn't be moving too much anytime soon"

Jack nods "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at... home or something?"

I laugh "I'm a volunteer for the Red Cross, I'm a nurse"

Jack looks alarmed "What at the front? In the middle of everything? That's too dangerous, you shouldn't be here"

I raise my eyebrows at him. "I may be a women Jack Dawson but I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank-you very much"

Jack laughs "I don't doubt it," he says smiling.

We sit in silence for a few seconds. Jack seems to be struggling with something. "Ummmm… well the thing is," My heart fastens. He's going to tell me he's married. He has children. He-

"You haven't got a husband have you?" he asks nervously.

I laugh with relief and shake my head.

"Good," he says "So you won't mind if I do this-" and he kisses me on the lips. For four years I've been dreaming of this moment, and it's finally here. I lean in closer and run my fingers through his hair. His lips are familiar and this comforts me. I breathe in his scent, he still smells like charcoal and Smoke. I start crying.

"I've missed you so much," I cry. I grab his hand and hold it to my cheek.

"I've missed you too, so, so much," he tells me. "I love you, I'm sorry I didn't tell you that before, but I love you so much"

"I love you too, Jack" I tell him. He smiles and tries to hug me before wincing. Remembering what he has been through, I pull the bottle of morphine out of my pocket, and pop one on his tongue along with a drop of water. "It's Morphine" I tell him. "It'll dull the pain" He nods and his eyes start to flicker shut although he seems determined to stay awake.

"Please, promise you'll stay" he asks.

"I promise"

Hey guys this is my first Titanic Fan Fiction so I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I plan for this story to have a few chapter, I'm not entirely sure how many yet but I'll work it out eventually ;) So yeah, I hope you enjoyed it and remember to review and tell me what you think