A/N- this is my first EVER titanic story. I know I have Two Worlds Collide, but that's a crossover. So, it doesn't count. I have a good feeling about this story!

SUMMARY: Jack Dawson, and Rose Dewitt- Bukater met, and fell in love on the RMS Titanic, in a matter of days. Almost like, love at first sight. But, Rose stays with Cal. Now that he's gone, can they still make it count?

May 1st, 1931.

"We were just, two kids. Foolin' around. Havin' fun." Jack said, tapping his fingers against the wooden table.

A few minutes passed, in silence. The only thing that was making noise was the raining pattering on the window from outside.

Rose let out a breath and shook her head, then looked at Jack. "We really did love each other—didn't we?"

Jack smiled and licked his lips heavily. "Rose, we did."

She looked out the window, and a flash of lightning struck the ground. "Jack, I need to get something off my chest." She admitted.

"Okay." He said, nodding his head.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. Leaving you behind, marrying Cal, everything. I'm sorry. Rose said, starting to cry. "Jack…the only person I've made love to is you."

Jack noticed that Rose was crying. He stood up and walked towards her. "Please, Rose, Don't."

She took her handkerchief and wiped her eyes, trying not to let her makeup smear. "I'm sorry." She sniffled.

Jack kneeled down beside her. "Don't be! Everyone makes mistakes. Really, everyone does. Nobodies perfect, Rose."

She smiled through her tears, and she put her hear down. A few minutes of silence passed between the two. "He's…he's been dead for years." She said, looking back at him.

Jack really didn't know what to reply with. He knew how it felt. Loosing someone. But, it was different for Rose. "I'm sorry." Was all he said.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked, puzzled and confused.

"I'm sorry, for your loss." He said, a little nervously.

"It wasn't really a loss for me." Rose said. "Cal…Cal was…he was…expecting it. You know what I mean?"

"Sort of." Jack said. "But, I've never been so rich that you bathe in money, either." He laughed.

Rose laughed. "He never "bathed" in money, Jack!" She said, slapping him on the shoulder as a joke.

He laughed, and walked back over to his chair. Rose smiled at him, and took another drink of her tea. It was getting cold.

Jack smiled back, and they ate the rest of their dinner.

Thirty minutes later

Jack and Rose walked into the art room. Where Rose had all of the artwork hung all over the walls.

Jack had never been in the room. He smiled as soon as she opened the door. Rose looked at him, and grinned. "Still like Monet, eh?" She chuckled.

Jack was looking at all the paintings, fascinated by the use of architecture and color. Rose followed him. But, then she left the room. "I'll be right back." She said. "Stay here?" she asked. Jack nodded his head without looking at her.

~X~

He noticed a small dresser in the right corner of the room by the window. He knew it was bad to snoop around in other people's homes, but he really couldn't resist.

He looked around at the door, to see if Rose was coming back. She was nowhere near the area.

So, he walked over to the dresser and opened the first drawer. It was empty. He slid open the second drawer. Nothing. Third drawer, nothing. He started to shut it. Then he saw there was something in it. He pulled it back open, and grabbed I the folded paper.

He held it in it hands. Looking back at the door to make sure Rose wasn't coming. She was gone. And he couldn't hear her footsteps either.

Slowly, he unfolded the paper. It was a drawing. His drawing. Rose's drawing. April 14th, 1912 was the date in the corner. Jack put his hand over his mouth. She hid it from Cal?

Jack heard the door crack. He tried to fold the drawing up and put it back in the dresser in time, but Rose knew.

"Jack?" she said, walking over to him. "What do you have?"

Jack turned around, holding the paper in his hands. It was folded up again.

She grabbed it out of his hands, unfolded it, and looked at Jack. "You weren't supposed to find that." She said, folding it back up and putting it back in the drawer.

Jack's eyes were serious. Rose was acting angry, for some reason.

"You kept it, all these years?" He said, folding his arms.

Rose did the same and leaned against the wall. "It was the only memory I had of us." She said, turning her head.

Jack could tell that Rose was embarrassed. "It's okay." He said, hugging her. But, Rose didn't hug him back.

Jack let go of his hug, and Rose shook her head. "Again, I'm sorry." She said, leaving the room.

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