Hi, welcome to my 9th FanFiction story: Let Your Dreams Flood In. I'm pleased this has caught your interest! This story came to fruition when I noticed the lack of Charmed and Vampire Diaries related crossovers; and because the idea of Phoebe Halliwell and Damon Salvatore having a relationship seemed too good to pass up.

SUMMARY: An impromptu viewing of Titanic with her sisters unlocks past life memories for Phoebe who remembers a star-crossed romance between one of her past lives, and a mysterious handsome stranger with a dark secret.

Charmed Constance M. Burge and The Vampire Diaries © L. J. Smith. I don't own or have any affiliation with either TV shows. Bummer, Ian Somerhalder is HOT!

I also claim no ownership of the movie Titanic. That belongs solely to director James Cameron. Another tragedy, since I also admire Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.

Please review constructively and respectfully. Flames will NOT be tolerated.

MAIDEN VOYAGE

"Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
and carry you over to a new morning."
~ Poets Of The Fall: 'Sleep' [Signs of Life (2005)]

Cole Turner's Penthouse – Night
San Francisco, California
Present Day, 2003

The penthouse was cold, dark and empty. A brisk breeze from the San Francisco bay blew in through elegant, but broken French doors causing them to bang together in the wind. But the doors, and a few of the windows in the Penthouse that had been shattered were the only things out of place.

This was what greeted the Charmed Ones; a trio of beautiful young women who were known throughout the supernatural world as the most powerful and respected witches of all time; and who also held a fearsome reputation within the Underworld; from the lowliest minion to the most fearsome. All knew that the Charmed Ones were not to be fucked with. But the Charmed Ones were also, first and foremost sisters, with an unbreakable bond; and if one was ever in need of the others, they would be there for her.

Thick and thin.

Always and forever.

"Cole?" called Phoebe Halliwell, the middle sister.

Phoebe walked cautiously into the vacant penthouse with both her sisters in slow pursuit. All three sisters were petite with athletic builds; with Phoebe dressed head to toe in black, except for a simple but elegant silver pendant which hung gracefully around her swan-like neck. Her face was a thin and delicately structured heart-shape with soft, forgiving almond-shaped brown eyes below delicate and neatly groomed eyebrows, and a thin mouth which she had hued in rose red lip-gloss. Her long brown hair was tied back into a simple ponytail.

Phoebe glanced about curiously searching for her ex-husband as her baby half-sister, Paige Matthews, approached the clattering French doors.

"I'm telling you, he's gone for good." She insisted, closing the doors firmly and turning to her sisters with a triumphant smile.

Paige was petite; dressed in tight dark grey jeans with a black leather belt, a tight smoky grey cashmere sweater and black boots. She had an oval-shaped face featuring doe-like brown eyes and pouty blood-red lips. But unlike her sisters, who both had brown hair, her hair was strawberry blonde and styled into a fashionable bob. This was achieved when Paige had been working on a potion and it blew up in her face, which resulted in her naturally brown hair changing into a bright strawberry blonde.

Phoebe snorted.

"Yeah, that's what we thought last time." She replied, shoving her hands into her pockets and walking about the room.

"And the time before that." Their older sister, Piper Halliwell, echoed Phoebe's misgivings.

Piper had long, shoulder blade-length brown hair that she wore straight, which framed a slightly chubby oval-shaped face, due to her first pregnancy, with almond shaped brown eyes below neatly groomed eyebrows. She had a small scar on her right eyebrow that she sustained as a toddler when she hit her head on the coffee table*. She was dressed in a pair of loose black slacks, a fuchsia maternity top and a heavy, black woollen jacket that was wrapped around her shoulders.

Paige wasn't about to be deterred by her doubting sisters.

"This time is different. He straddled two worlds just like I did, but he wasn't invincible there."

In an attempt to break the Charmed line, and win back Phoebe as his wife; Cole had become an Avatar and turned back the clock to the time where he and Phoebe were for all intents and purposes, happy and in love. This plan had been sparked when Paige – who had been trying to help – broke into Cole's penthouse, invisible, and attempted to vanquish a then invincible Cole from the inside out. Her attempt had failed, sending her flying out of the balcony doors into the San Francisco Bay (and giving her a cold); sending Cole into a vengeful rage. Despite the Avatars' warnings that his revenge plan would not work and begging him to reverse his spell, Cole went back in time expecting Phoebe to welcome him with open arms. Instead, he found Phoebe unchanged, and that Paige had also crossed over with him to this other dimension when she sneezed and orbed at the same time, thus foiling his plans that resulted in his vanquish (as he had adopted his previous life as Balthazar, the Source of All Evil's right hand man).

"Cole's not coming back, ever." Paige persisted. Piper crossed over to where Paige was standing, still not entirely convinced that he was truly dead.

"It just seems far too easy. I don't know how I feel about that."

Piper watched as a strangely blank faced Phoebe picked up a photo of her and Cole staring at each other with looks of adoration and stared at his handsome, happy face emotionlessly. Paige, oblivious, continued her attempts to drive home the fact that Cole Turner, the thorn in their sides, was finally gone from their lives.

"I think you should feel good about it, you know? We don't have to look over our shoulders anymore. It's over."

Phoebe looked up from her reminiscing, and a small melancholy smile spread across her face.

"I guess it just wasn't meant to be." She mused, unknowingly echoing the same sentence her alternate counterpart had uttered to Cole himself. She replaced the frame on a nearby tabletop.

"Let's go." said Piper quietly, walking towards the elevator with Phoebe following, the small smile on her face fading as Paige turned and scanned the furnished, but otherwise vacant penthouse with saddened eyes.

"Happy birthday, Cole." She whispered a birthday greeting to Cole before retreating for the last time into the elevator.

Halliwell Manor – Night
San Francisco, California
Present Day, 2003

Phoebe had previously thought that the moment she had finally banished Cole once and for all from her and her sisters' lives that she'd feel a sense of relief and happiness that she finally had her life back.

Not so much.

Of course, she felt relieved; but she also could feel regret, and a sense of self-loathing.

"God. I'm going to go to bed, and I hope I don't wake up until the next vanquish." Paige declared as she and Piper breezed on through the front doors of the Halliwell Manor, with Phoebe trailing behind.

"Yeah, don't count on it. We're not that lucky." Piper bitched, ever the pessimist. Neither seemed to notice that Phoebe appeared to be deep in thought.

"Good night, Phoebe. See you in the morning." Paige yawned as she stomped her way up the staircase to the bedrooms. When she didn't reply, Paige turned and stared at her quizzically.

"Phoebe?"

She glanced up and turned to see Paige and Piper staring at her with concern. "Are you okay?" Paige asked. Phoebe smiled a very fake smile, which made both her sisters worried.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Phoebe responded. Paige frowned and descended back down the stairs.

"Well, I would've thought you'd be happy that Cole is finally out of our lives." Paige replied, "Now you just look, I don't know, guilty?"

Phoebe shrugged as she made a deliberate beeline for the kitchen and began to pour herself a glass of water in an attempt to avoid the pity party from her well-meaning sisters.

"I'm very happy." Phoebe lied, "I've never felt so free." Piper approached Phoebe with the intention of confronting her unusually blank faced sister. She was unconvinced that Phoebe was telling them the whole truth.

"Phoebe, are you sure you're okay?"

Phoebe ignored the question.

"Do you know what we need?" This random comment was greeted with raised eyebrows from both her sisters, who waited for her to finish. "A movie with junk food, just for a change."

Piper and Paige exchanged glances.

"Now? It's 1:30 in the morning." Paige replied, dubiously.

"Yeah, don't you have work in the morning?" added Piper. Phoebe grinned.

"Of course I do. But Elise won't mind if I work from home."

"Well, that's great for you. But I do have work." Paige retorted. Phoebe pouted at the fact that her sisters were hesitating and making excuses. She felt like being spontaneous for once. It had been a while since she had done something like this on a whim.

"C'mon, don't you have some vacation time stored up?" Phoebe wheedled.

Paige hesitated. "Yeah, but—"

"No, buts. It's just one night."

Piper knew that Phoebe was trying to distract not only herself but Paige and her from what she was not dealing with. And while she wanted to help her, she knew that in the long-term running away from your problems was not a very smart move. But she knew that Phoebe also needed to let loose. So she conceded.

"Yeah, why not? I can always fall asleep on the couch if I get really tired." Piper reluctantly caved.

"I guess I could use my cold as an excuse." Paige surmised. Phoebe grinned in triumph and hugged her bewildered sisters in gratitude.

"Go and set up the movie, I'll make us some popcorn" said Piper and she shooed Phoebe into the living room, and waddled over to the cupboard to retrieve the microwave popcorn. However, she was intercepted by Paige.

"No, I'll get the popcorn. You, go and get off your feet. You're pregnant for god sakes." She reminded her.

Piper scowled.

"Yeah, pregnant. Not terminal. I think I can handle making a bowl of popcorn." She complained.

But Paige was stubborn and managed to convince Piper to go and relax, but also to keep an eye on Phoebe. She too suspected that her stubborn psychic sister was hiding her true feelings about Cole's vanquish. Piper walked into the living room, expecting to see the opening credits of Phoebe's all-time favourite movie Kill It Before It Dies paused on the TV ready to go. But was surprised to see that Phoebe had taken a different route.

"Titanic?" She said, gazing at the real old-fashioned footage of Titanic on its maiden voyage on their TV screen. Phoebe turned and smiled sheepishly at her older sister.

"Yeah."

"Not that I'm complaining, because Titanic is one of my favourite tear jerkers, but I expected to see Kill It Before It Dies. What gives?" Piper asked suspiciously.

Phoebe winced. "I'm just giving Kill It Before It Dies a rest for a while. It reminds me too much of Cole."

Piper made an 'oh' face and promptly made herself comfortable on the couch.

"But why Titanic specifically?"

"I dunno. Something just told me that I needed to watch it." Phoebe replied, frowning slightly.

"Watch what?" piped up Paige, who had just entered the room with a large vat of popcorn in tow. Her face lit up when she saw the movie. "Oh score! Titanic. Bring on Leo!" She cheered.

Phoebe smiled and pushed play on the remote. Immediately the slow, melancholy score for Celine Dion's 'My Heart Will Go On' blared from the speakers as the montage of the doomed luxury liner panned across the screen with the thousands of passengers waving goodbye at their loved ones; not knowing that it would quite possibly be the last time they saw them. By the time the scene where Jack and Rose were clinging for their lives on the stern of the ship as it bobbed like a cork on the North Atlantic; Phoebe was barely fighting to keep her eyes open. She glanced over at Piper and Paige, only to discover that they were already in the throes of slumber.

Turning back to the screen, she watched as Rose surfaced from the freezing waters hollering for "Jack! Jack!" and eventually drifted into Morpheus' embrace.

(PHOEBE'S DREAM – P.O.V)

Southampton, England
April 10th, 1912
11:55am

"Primrose? Primrose!?"

A matured female's voice echoed hauntingly at me, as though I was standing on a mountain and hearing it from faraway.

Who's Primrose? Who the hell are you? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Primrose! Do wake up, we're arriving."

The voice lectured me sharply, and something poked me on the arm. Reacting immediately to the small, but otherwise painful jab; I opened my eyes and glanced around. To my shock, I found myself sitting in a beautiful white Renault which was currently pushing itself though a massive crowd of thousands all wearing clothing from early 20th Century…

What? I glance around the car interior and nearly swallow my tongue in horror when I notice who is seated beside me, looking dapper and handsome as always, but who also couldn't possibly be here.

No… it can't be. He's dead! We've vanquished him!

It was Cole.

Oh, for fuck's sake! I couldn't escape him even in my dreams. Because this is all it could be, or otherwise why would he be here?

Cole frowns gently at me.

"Primrose darling, are you alright?" He asks.

Wait, Primrose? I go to reply in the negative, because I was far from being okay and that Cole must be going senile as my name is Phoebe, not Primrose; when my lips moved to respond as though it were on autopilot.

"Of course, darling. Thank you." I replied with a voice sounding way more posh than it should.

Cole seemed satisfied with my answer and turned to continue his conversation with an immaculately dressed older woman whom I'd never seen before, but felt a familiar kinship towards. Suddenly, the Renault stops and the driver parks and hops out of the front seat.

Where are we? I wondered as the door beside me opens up and the driver politely offers me his hand. I take it, staring in wonder at my hand which is encased inside an expensive looking white leather glove and step out of the car. Before my very eyes is a long, gleaming white superstructure of a massive luxury liner.

My eyes widened in awe, and then in horror when I realised it was the Titanic.

Wow! When I dream I really go all the way… I scan the doomed ship with eager eyes and can't help an excited thrill zip down my spine like an electric current, and then experience the shocking realisation…

I'm Rose!

Momentarily forgetting that the woman, whom I realised was my mother had called me 'Primrose' and that I wasn't 'Rose DeWitt-Bukater' like my overly excited brain thought I was. Then I frown in realisation.

Then where is Billy Zane and Francis Fisher? Then I realise that they had been replaced by Cole and this woman. I felt so confused.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania." I scoff at myself.

Geez, I sound like such a spoilt brat…

I turn towards Cole whom had gotten out of the car on the other side. Now that he is standing upright, I take another appraisal of him. I understand that I'm currently dreaming I'm in 1912, so Cole is wearing an impeccably tailored light grey business suit with well shined black shoes, a charcoal coloured overcoat and matching fedora hat. He flashes me a charming smile; the same one I recognised back when we first met, and I was naïve enough to believe.

"You can be blasé about some things, Primrose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauretania, and far more luxurious." He turns and offers his hand to the immaculately dressed woman, whom I now realise is my 'mother'.

"Your daughter is much too hard to impress, Philippa."

Philippa? My 'mother' smiles lightly, before also scanning the Titanic with a calculating gaze.

"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable."

I couldn't hold back the snort, as I knew what was going to happen in four days' time, much to my chagrin. I tune out Cole and my 'mother' in favour of observing my surroundings more clearly. An entire entourage of rich Americans are gathered, all dressed up to the nines in Edwardian upper class finery. A wide smile spreads across my face, as I eagerly search the large crowd looking for a shock of dirty blonde hair belonging to that gorgeous Leonardo DiCaprio. But then realised that he would be currently playing poker in one of the nearby pubs at this very moment. I deflate slightly, before realising I would be seeing him soon enough on board. So I gather my patience and accept Cole's arm.

Cole glances down at his fob watch and his eyes widen slightly.

"We'd better hurry. This way, ladies." He says, indicating the first class gangway and steering me towards it weaving between second class and steerage passengers, and well-wishers.

Behind us trots my maid who is laden down with bags of my things and I immediately feel guilt building up. 'Primrose' was maybe used to this kind of help, but I wasn't and it didn't feel right. I suddenly understood what 'Rose DeWitt-Bukater' was talking about when she described the feeling of being 'chained' and led back to America in a 'Slave ship'. Suddenly, Cole is bumped into by two yelling steerage boys who shove past him, and then jostled two seconds later by the boys' father who is chasing them.

"Steady on!" Cole growls, and I look at him sharply for his rudeness. The man politely smiles and tips his hat.

"Sorry, squire!" He apologises and tears off after his kids, shouting at them to stop. I smile warmly, enjoying the fact that the boys were having fun despite running away from their father. But apparently Cole missed this.

"Steerage swine." He mutters. As myself, I itch to rip myself out of his hold and storm off, but as Primrose I merely accept this and continue walking.

God, what is wrong with you? I think furiously. Philippa tuts at Cole in disapproval and I smile with relief.

Good. Put him back into his box!

"Honestly, Cornelius, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running along the dock like some immigrant family."

I mentally clap a gloved hand to my face in exasperation.

Spoke too soon. I thought miserably, then realised what Philippa had called Cole and struggled not to laugh.

Cornelius?! That was just too rich. I giggled, almost missing the reason why we had been running so late in the first place.

"All part of my charm, Philippa." Sure it was. "At any rate, it was my darling fiancée's beauty rituals which made us late." I glare at him accusingly. So this is my fault is it?

"You told me to change." I heard myself retort. Cornelius gives me what he probably assumed was a patient smile, but I saw it as patronising. I hate that.

"I couldn't let you wear black on sailing day, sweetpea." Sweetpea? Ugh! "It's bad luck." I smirk defiantly.

"I felt like black."

Cornelius appears to not have heard me as he guides Philippa and me out of the path of a horse-drawn wagon which had been loaded down with two tons of Oxford Marmalade in wooden cases. Presumably for Titanic's kitchen.

"Here I've pulled every string I could to book us on the grandest ship in history, in her most luxurious suites," He turns and offers me that same patronising smile, "and you at as if you're going to your execution."

Probably because it felt like I was. Yep, I completely empathise with Rose now. I witnessed myself entering the gangway to the D Deck doors, feeling overwhelming dread setting in. As I continue down the expansive, carpeted corridor of Titanic's first class deck, I hear a screaming blast coming from the mighty triple steam horns on Titanic's funnels. It was warning stragglers not to delay for much longer. I smile with hope.

See you soon, Leo! I think with a thrill of excitement.

Eventually, we are lead towards a first class suite that had been dubiously called the 'millionaire suite'. I scoffed with disgust. As if Cornelius needs any more hot air to boost his already inflated ego. However when I step through the threshold and actually see the interior, I begrudgingly take back some of my criticism.

Well, the historians weren't kidding when they said the first class passengers travelled in style… I mused as I took in the view.

The suite was decorated Empire style and had two bedrooms, a bath, WC, wardrobe room and a large sitting room. And of course, just like the movie, a private 50 foot promenade deck outside. Turning, I spy a large full sized mirror and walk slowly towards it. I hadn't seen my reflection yet, and I was dying to see what I looked like. I had been expecting to see Kate Winslet's youthful face dolled up and porcelain-like blinking back at me with her beautiful natural ginger curls elegantly cauffed up on her head. But was instead greeted by … well, myself; dressed in a beautiful royal blue Edwardian style dress with an enormous feathered hat upon my head, which I reached up to remove. This revealed my brown hair expertly pinned in an old-fashioned bun and my sullen pouty expression which I wished never to see again.

All in all, I didn't look half bad.

Wow! If only Piper and Paige could see me now… I thought, as I handed my hat and white leather gloves to my maid.

I knew that I was only an observer in this dream, so I found myself turning and accepting a Bucks Fizz from a room service waiter and sipping it daintily, I begin looking through an impressive display of brand-new paintings that Prue would've been drooling over: there was the Monet painting of water lillies, a Degas of dancers, and a couple of abstracts. Paintings that I realised had never been seen before now, and probably never would be seen if the tragedy that would be occurring four days from now had anything to say about it.

"Those finger paintings were certainly a waste of money." Cornelius pipes up from where he had just entered from the covered deck and was currently walking over to me.

I roll my eyes. Cornelius was just as arrogant and ignorant as Cole. Why was I so unlucky?

"You're wrong. They're fascinating. Like in a dream … there's truth without logic." I turn to pick up another painting, just as a maid comes over and frowns curiously at the painting I had just displayed on a nearby chair.

"What's his name?" She inquires politely, missing the disapproving glare that Cornelius was shooting her. I glance down at the signature.

"Something … Picasso." I mumble in reply. My eyes widen in shock. A Pablo Picasso?

If only Prue could see me now… I thought, immediately feeling melancholy and missing my big sister.

Then Cornelius had to add in his two cents worth.

"He'll never amount to a thing, trust me." Hell no! "At least they were cheap." He says dismissively as he drains the last of his drink and moves to grab the Champagne bottle for a refill.

I appear to ignore him and carry the large Degas of the dancers into what appeared to be my bedroom. As I place down the painting on yet another chair, I take control of my body and glance about the expansive room. Almost immediately, I notice all kinds of Wiccan tools and displays all around me. Such as: half melted candles, a fanned out deck of Tarot cards, an atheme. You name it, I've apparently got it and I realised that my destiny was suddenly interfering with my dreams and I groan internally.

Why does my Wiccan duties have to enter my subconscious too?

I decided that once I woke up I really needed to take some time off. My maid, whom I learned was called Sarah, was already in here hanging up my clothes. She turns and sees me, smiling politely which I return.

"It smells so brand new. Like they built it all just for us." She gushed excitedly and I nod back at her politely, agreeing with her. "I mean … just to think that tonight, when I crawl between the sheets, I'll be the first—" Sarah breaks off, looking at my bedroom door and I turn and see Cornelius standing in the doorway leering at me.

I feel my stomach flip unpleasantly.

"And when I crawl between the sheets tonight, I'll still be the first." He says to me, with a meaningful look. Sarah and I immediately understand what he is getting at and I recoil in disgust, while Sarah blushes at the innuendo.

"S'cuse me, Miss." She curtseys to me and edges around Cornelius making a quick exit.

I envied her.

Cornelius comes up behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. However the gesture is not seen as intimate, and I recognise it as possessive. I stiffen, remembering when Cole had started becoming very stalker-like and I knew for a fact that Cornelius was going to be hounding my every step during our voyage. I was not looking forward to it. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"The first and only. Forever." He promised.

Oh joy. I can hardly wait…

Cherbourg Harbor, France
First Class Reception Area/ D-Deck
April 10th, 1912
Late dusk.

Eventually, I came up to the part of the movie when Kathy Bates – who portrayed the role of Molly Brown, in the movie – came aboard. However, unlike Francis Fisher, who in the movie was a horrible bitch; Philippa appeared to have no problems with 'Molly' and others like her, and greeted her warmly. A fact that I was pleased, but a little confused about. It was very different to what I had been expecting from the movie. Philippa and I were on our way to dinner, when I was accidentally walked into by a young man with light brown hair and beautiful forest green eyes.

"Excuse me, my mistake." He replied with a polite smile. I recognised a slight southern drawl hidden underneath his obvious elocution lessons. Which was weird, because of the way he had been dressed, in steerage.

"It's fine." I replied, before he doffed his cap at me and continued walking. Philippa and I looked after him as he disappeared briskly around the corner.

"How very strange." Philippa commented as she continued to escort me down the corridor towards the dining area. "I wonder why he's up here, not back down in steerage where he should be."

I rolled my eyes. It appeared that despite the fact that Philippa was a very nice woman with no unreasonably high expectations, she still had the tendency to be a little snotty.

The next day, I found myself sitting in a flashy high class restaurant with Philippa and Cornelius being served lunch. Sitting with us, as I expected for this part of the movie, were Kathy Bates (Molly Brown), Jonathan Hyde (J. Bruce Ismay), Victor Garber – who I also saw as not bad to look at - (Thomas Andrews) and Bernard Hill (Capt. Edward Smith) as well as other faceless guests.

"She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of man in all history…" 'Ismay' was banging on about Titanic.

I never felt so bored in all my life, but I was stuck going wherever my body led me. Which unfortunately meant, I was following the same track 'Rose' was taking in the movie. Yippee for me. I couldn't wait to make my excuses and head out to lock eyes with Leonardo on the second class deck below.

Any day now, 'Ismay'… I thought sullenly.

As I tuned out the conversation, I scanned the restaurant, recognising it from the movie. We were sitting in a beautiful sunny spot of the restaurant which had been enclosed by high arched windows. All around us I saw first class passengers sitting around, gossiping and laughing, and I jumped about 10 feet into the air when Cornelius subtly pinched my thigh. I turned and glared at Cornelius, who had the gall to appear completely innocent in his act of making me look like an idiot in front of a bunch of stuck-up social climbers.

"You know I don't like that, Primrose." Philippa admonished me, and I was confused about what she meant until I belatedly realised she was referring to the fact that I had been daydreaming. I pulled a face at her, causing Philippa's eyes to flash at my defiance.

"Don't worry, Philippa. She knows." Cornelius reassured her, clasping my hand in my lap and giving it a hard squeeze that caused me to wince. It was a warning not to defy him, and I immediately pulled my hand from his grip. A waiter approached him, and Cornelius turned all smiles to place his order. "We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce."

I froze.

We'll? I looked at him accusingly, just as Cornelius suddenly remembers me and turns flashing me a warm smile.

"You like lamb, don't you sweetpea?" I smiled sweetly at him, but said nothing. I was too busy seething. 'Molly' suddenly pipes up, and I could've kissed her.

"So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cornie?" Cornelius grimaces at her, and I smirk knowing that he knew he had been pulled up for treating me like I was in fact his daughter not his fiancée.

'Molly' frowns and turns to 'Ismay'. "Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?"

'Ismay' practically beams.

"Yes, actually." 'Ismay' replies, proudly. "I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury … and safety—"

I couldn't resist interrupting. Thank god for my Psychology major at College.

"Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Ismay." I inquired succinctly. Philippa's eyes practically bugged out of her head, and 'Andrews' had to stuff his napkin into his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

I felt very proud of myself.

"Primrose!" Whisper-shouted Philippa, who frowned disapprovingly at me. "I do apologise for my daughter's rudeness." She said to the rest of the table. She turned back to me with dagger eyes. "What on earth has gotten into—"

And there was my limit.

"Excuse me." I said and walked away from the table, living Philippa hanging in mid-sentence.

I walked out to the aft railing of the B deck promenade to take in the fresh air. This was the moment I had been waiting for, since I had begun this dream. However I didn't want to appear obvious that I was searching for my leading man, so I forced myself to casually glance about the breathtaking view of the wide stretch of open sea, and then down at the second class deck watching the happy, carefree families laughing and playing. It reminded me of when I was younger and innocent, playing with Prue and Piper with Grams hovering nearby with a patient eye on us to keep us out of trouble. So intent I was thinking back on those happier times, that I didn't notice my gold bracelet unlatch from my wrist and fall to the lower deck with a light metallic clatter.

That was when I felt it.

What I had been eagerly anticipating: somebody was looking at me. I could feel it.

I turn my head towards where I could feel the eyes looking at me and saw not the familiar green-blue eyes that belonged to Leonardo DiCaprio, but two different pairs of eyes: belonging to the same light brown haired boy with the forest green eyes that had accidentally bumped into me the night before, and a pair of piercing silvery blue eyes that belonged to a very handsome slightly older young man with curly jet black hair; who was gazing right back at me with a lazy, hungry looking smirk!

A/N: And we'll leave it right there for now! Thanks a lot for reading this first chapter of 'Let Your Dreams Flood In'. I hope it makes you want to continue reading. Please review with your thoughts. I will be eagerly anticipating it.

TTFN xx

* This actually happened to actress, Holly Marie Combs in real life when she was 2.