A/N: Hello, everyone! The Genghis is back with another story! It's your basic 'Teenage-Girls-Get-Sent-Back-In-Time-And-Set-Havoc-Upon-The-Place' story. My friend Katie and myself are time-warped to 1912 and, yeah… read it to find out the rest.

I'm a sucker for continuity and being politically correct, so call me out on any screw-ups! Please! Obviously some things are going to be a bit different, but I wanna keep it as correct as possible! Hope you guys like it!

Chapter 1. Normal Day? Not quite…

Heavy rain pelted the clouded windows in the science room. The continuous beat of the drops caused the already bored students to slowly drift off as the teacher droned on about electrons and neutrons… or was that last week? Or last year?!

Katie had her freckled cheek resting on her open palm, her eyes partially obscured by her light brown bangs draped over her forehead. To her right sat her friend, Sam, who was writing her name all over the black lab desk, idly twisting her golden hair with her finger.

Katie's eyelid slowly slid over her brown eyes until they were closed completely. In her head she sang, "Everyone has a toothpick on their table, we like the shish-ka-bob because the beef has good flavor…"

Much to the delight of everyone, the bell rang loud and clear, and just in time as Sam wiped the slowly dripping drool from her chin. She shouldered her messenger bag and waited for Katie at the door.

"That was painful," Katie said as they walked into the slowly crowding hallways.

"Yeah," Sam agreed seconds before her eyes lit up. "Look!" She pointed down the hallway at a guy with brown curly hair, known to her as 'Tommy hair', after Tommy Ryan from one of her favorite movies, Titanic. Katie followed her gaze but her own rested on a tall brown haired man in a button up blue checkered tee shirt in the same direction. Both were hypnotized by the back of these two heads and walked staring at them with a look of awe upon their faces. As the Tommy haired one turned left, Sam unknowingly followed him… well, only for a second until she crashed painfully into Katie who was continuing to walk straight. Each took a step back to steady themselves before they collapsed onto the cold floor in a heap of unconsciousness.

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"Samantha," a soft voice said gently. "Darling, are you alright? Please wake up."

"What do you want?" Sam mumbled, rolling over onto her stomach.

"Can you sit up fine? Or does your head still ache?"

"What?" she said, slowly sitting up as a sharp pain cut across her forehead. "Wa-ho, that hurt!" She opened her eyes enough to see that she was lying in a large, comfortable bed in a room with floral print walls. The woman standing in front of her was a complete stranger and kept on touching her forehead. "What's going on?"

A small murmur started in the room and Sam noticed that two others occupied the room, as well. "Please, doctor, is she going to be alright?"

"Yes, the fall may have effected her memory a bit, but I'm sure she'll be good as new in a short time," the supposed doctor informed the woman.

The other man in the room stood up and confronted the doctor. "Thank you so much for your time," he told him. "If there is anything I could do-"

"Oh, please, that is not necessary, sir. It is my job. Be sure to call if you have any worries," the doctor said, tipping his hat to the man before he escorted himself outside. Sam opened her mouth to say something, but the woman slapped an ice pack onto her head causing her to not even start. The man came over in long strides due to his tall stature and knelt down beside the bed.

Sam got a good look at him as he peered at the large lump on her forehead. His mustache made him look eerily familiar… Oh my God! This is-

"Excuse me, Mr. Ismay, but your guests have arrived," a maid said, poking her head inside the door.

Sam felt herself getting dazed at the confirmation of her own conclusion. "Oh, man. Crap!"

"I'll go down and greet our guests, Julia. If Samantha is well enough, she should dress and come down," Ismay said. Julia nodded and he walked out the door.

"Hey, Julia, is it? Who's here?" Sam asked.

Julia replied, "You don't remember, dear? Well, the doctor did say that you might have some memory problems from your horseback riding accident…"

"Horseback riding? I can't ride," Sam said.

"Well, yes, you can't ride anymore, after the fall you took," Julia said. The footsteps on the wooden floor below them reminded her of their guests. "Mr. and Mrs. Andrews and their daughter are here, and Edward John Smith will be arriving soon, as well. Are you up to joining us for dinner?"

Sam swung her legs out from under the warm comforter as Julia walked over to the wardrobe in the corner and withdrew a navy blue dress.

"Hold on, a minute there, Ju," Sam said, trying to figure her situation out. "Your married to Ismay, correct?"

Julia rolled her eyes as she was fidgeting around the room, going through her daughter's wardrobe. "Don't be foolish. You don't even know your own parents are married? You're eighteen and too old to be acting immature," she told Sam.

Eighteen? EIGHTEEN? Last Sam had checked she was sixteen. But then again, last she checked, she was also running down the halls in her high school trying to stay within smelling distance of Eric…

"Wait. So let me get this straight- you're my mom, and Ismay's my dad? And I'm eighteen and I had a horseback riding ordeal?"

Julia nodded nonchalantly. "You got bucked off the horse, and landed on your back. You very well could have been paralyzed. How are you feeling?"

"A little concussed…" Sam said, paling. Was this actually happening?!

"Turn around so I can lace up your corset," her mother told her.

"Corset?" Sam questioned. "Surely you jest." Surely she didn't. She tightened the laces and a small, barely audible sharp intake of breath was heard from Sam's open mouth. Two thoughts passed through her head: 1. OUCH! & 2. This is for real!!

After some difficulty in lacing the corset, Sam was dressed and ready to go down and greet Mr. and Mrs. Andrews. As she descended the stairs in front of her mother, she stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around quickly and said, "Holy crap! That's Thomas Andrews!"

"Yes, it is, now keep walking. Your father will introduce you!" Julia told her. "And please watch your language, Samantha!"

The foyer in which they all stood was elaborately decorated, and the rug on which they stood was thick and lush. "Thomas, how wonderful to see you again," Julia said. Sam looked on as her mother greeted their guests, but her jaw dropped when their daughter turned to face her. They both stood staring at each other for a moment completely speechless.

"This is my daughter Samantha. Samantha, this is Thomas Andrews, his wife Helen, and their daughter, Katherine," Bruce informed her.

"Hi. Nice to meet ya," Sam managed to say through her shock. "Katherine, may I speak to you in my bedroom for a moment?" Not waiting for an answer, she grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs.

Their shoes clunked on the wooden stairs and down the upstairs hallway before Sam's door slammed behind the two.

"Katie!" Sam cried at a complete loss of words.

"Dude! What's going on!?" Katie asked having a minor spaz attack. Sam explained to her friend what had happened in the twenty minutes since she had gained consciousness. "Horseback riding accident?" Katie giggled. "I wish I could've seen that."

"Yeah, well me too," Sam said. "Oh, and why do you have dirt all over yourself?"

"Well…"

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The soft hum of an engine reached Katie's ears and she opened her eyes full of curiosity. She sat up and noticed she was sitting in a car… a very old car… and wait- WHAT WAS SHE WEARING?! She looked down with horror as she saw the light pink dress with lace that she wore. One of her ankles peeked out from under the dress to reveal that her feet were adorned in some type of white-heeled shoes that CLEARLY went out of style years ago.

Movement to the left of her caused her to notice two people sitting beside her. Katie turned to get a good look at these people and let out a squeak when she realized she was wearing a corset of her own.

Her riding companions began to quietly talk amongst themselves, but Katie hadn't noticed as she busied herself trying to find a reasonable explanation for her current situation.

I was kidnapped! Katie thought. And they put me in this dress because… because they think it is pretty… or because they're putting on a play! A play, yes! A play, she concluded. Or this is just some type of weird-ass joke that I don't get…

No, she was definitely kidnapped, or at least that was what she was telling herself. The car door that she sat next to gave her a single idea. Escape! The car was decreasing in speed- a perfect time to dive out of the car! Katie pulled the handle and flung herself out onto the cold and hard ground. She looked behind her as the woman in the car let out a shriek and quickly came out after her. The man in the car walked over to her and picked her up off the ground, doing his best to wipe the dirt off her dress.

"Katherine, are you alright?" he asked. Katie just stared at him shocked at how much he looked like Thomas Andrews. "I hope you are, because we've arrived." He looked up at the large Victorian house in front of him. Apparently Katie had amazing timing and threw herself from the moving vehicle as it was parking. Go fig.

"Don't look at me as if you don't even know your own father," he laughed at Katie's still shocked expression.

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"Then we walked into this house and I was introduced to Ismay, who is your dad, right?" Katie asked, and Sam nodded. "Then I found out that apparently I am the daughter of Thomas Andrews and I was like 'Score!' " Katie laughed.

"You get Andrews and I get Ismay. That's unfair," Sam told her. "I hate you."

"Gee, thanks," Katie replied. "My initials now are KA. King Arthur!!"

A servant quietly opened the door. "Excuse me, but your father was wondering what you were up to," she said to Sam.

"Gimme a sec," she said.

"I'm sorry?"

"Oh, right, uh… how about this: Please inform my father that I will arrive downstairs with my guest momentarily," Sam said, giving it another go. The servant curtsied and then left the room. "Wait!" Sam yelled. The servant poked her head back into the room.

"Yes?"

"Uh, what's the date?"

"I believe it is the first of April," came the polite reply.

"19…"

The servant had a confused look upon her face. "12. 1912."

"Ok. Thanks," Sam said as she curtsied once more and left the room. "1912! This is totally awesome! We traveled back in time! To 1912! April 1912!"

"Yes!" Katie joined in the celebration. "I bet we can talk our dads into letting us go on the Titanic with them!"

Sam jumped up and down excitedly. "Jackpot!"

"Wait." Katie looked at Sam with a face full of seriousness, which made Sam giggle a little bit, before she thought better of it. "We're going on the Titanic."

Sam looked at her, waiting for something else to be said. However, when Katie didn't go on, she continued her celebration. "Yeah! I know! That's totally awesome!"

"The Titanic sinks."

"Yeah, I know! We're gonna be on the Titanic! Cha-ching!"

"We're going to be on the Titanic when it sinks," Katie told her.

Sam was still ecstatic. "Yeah! I still know! And it's still totally awesome!" Katie just looked at her exasperated. "Oh, I see…" Sam trailed off. "I get it." Apparently she had missed the first ten trains to the city of 'Catching On', but eventually she caught one.

"Well, we need to make sure we're actually going to be on the Titanic first. Then we can start to worry about all those time-traveling things, like 'should we change history?' or all that what-if crap," Katie concluded.

"Yes, you're right," Sam agreed. "Wait- did Andrews even have a daughter?" she questioned.

"Yeah, he did," Katie confirmed. "She was born in 1910, though…"

"And clearly you aren't two years old… well, except in maturity level," Sam sniggered. "And Ismay's kid was like twenty-something in 1912…"

"Well, I don't think being historically correct is high on the list of priorities for crazy time warping zone thingies," Katie told her as she looked around the room. "Well, this is some joint you got here…" she said noting the flowered walls and curtains.

"It's almost as nice as that pretty pink dress…" Sam said observing Katie's visually stimulating garb.

"Yeah, well, you stink!"

Sam faked a pained expression. "Ouch, ya got me there."

"I get a busted pink dress, you get a pretty blue one. I wake up in freaking car and you wake up all nice and cozy in a bed. WHY?!" She cried with her hands opened to the ceiling. "WHY! WHY!"

"Hey, Crazy Lady. Chill," Sam told Katie. "You get Andrews. I get Ismay. Andrews is cool. Ismay is a buttmunch."

Katie seemed unphased by this comment. She looked at Sam with incredulity. "OK, I'm sorry, did you not see this dress?!"

"OK, fine. You win the clothing pity contest, but I totally win the father one," Sam concluded.

Katie nodded in agreement, then spoke up, "Hey! Your dad survives the Titanic! My dad dies! I should win the father contest, too!" Sam thought for a moment, then gave in to Katie's argument with a simple, 'Goddamnit.' Katie grinned as she basked in her victory.

"Hey, you better watch your back, because I think revenge is sweet," Sam said with a smile as she headed to her door. Katie laughed at her as she followed her out the door.

A/N: Whew! Long first chappy! Hope you all liked it! Please review!