Hey guys! This is my first Titanic fanfic! I never really liked the story of Jack and Rose, so I made my own twist on the story by taking my own character and and officer! I love Titanic officer fanfictions! So read, review, and enjoy! I have also written fanfics for Phantom of the Opera (2), The Outsiders (completed), and Sleepy Hollow. Haha, I guess I have a thing for fanfictions set in the past :)

Chapter one: A Bump and a Ruined Dress

April, 1912

The wind blows locks of dark brown hair across my face. Finally after years of waiting I can finally get out of this wretched country! The Titanic forms a huge shadow above me as I walk to give my ticket to an officer who is collecting them. As I wait in line, I am surrounded in a pouf of skirts in all colors, brown for third class, blue for second class, and royal purple for first class. I myself am wearing a simple green thing with some black lace. As I reach the front of the line I give my ticket to the man.

"Miss Jessica Dixon?" I give a small nod, he continues, "F-29, third class. Enjoy your stay aboard the Titanic Miss Dixon." He places a key into my hand.

"Thank you." I smile before continuing down to F-deck, carrying my small carpet bag. I am just walking across the deck admiring the view of the ocean when I hit something hard and stumble backwards into a small puddle on the deck. "Ouf!" I cry out as I land hard on my backside, completely soaking my only good dress.

"I am terribly sorry miss! Are you ok?" Someone says, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me to my feet. When I look up I see a young man, 20-23, brown hair, hazel eyes staring intently at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Are you ok?" He repeats, letting go of my arm to smooth down his coat. His blue coat with gold buttons, an officer then.

"Yes, I'm fine, except for the fact that my bum hurts and my only acceptable dress is ruined," I sigh, attempting to regain some dignity.

He looks down and sees that the entire back of my skirt is wet and splattered with mud, the wind blows and I shiver, he notices.

"Are you cold?" He asks.

I nod in reply.

"Let's get you back to your room, miss..."

"Miss Jessica Dixon, but please call me Jess, Jessica is such a formal name, too formal for third class scum like me."

He laughs, "I think it's rather a pretty name, Miss Dixon. Sixth Officer James Moody at your service." Moody bows low and I laugh. "If it makes you feel any better Miss Dixon, I am the lowest of the low for Titanic officers, so that would make me officer scum." We have a good laugh at that one.

The wind picks up again, "I better get back to my cabin, Mr. Moody. Will I be seeing you sometime again?" I ask.

Mr. Moody smiles, "I hope so, we scum always stick together in the end!" I smile back, curtsy as the first class do, and dash off to my cabin, hoping that no one else will see the huge water stain on the back of my dress.

26, 27, 28, 29! Ah ha! There it is! I think to myself when I reach my door. I shuffle through my bag for the key and stick it through the lock, take a deep breath, and push the door open. All the breath leaves me when I see my room, it is absolutely beautiful! It is better than most second class hotels with a bunk bed, small vanity, and faucet. I give myself a minute to take it all in, then I walk inside and close the door behind me, pulling my dress off. I quickly shuffle through my bag for another dress and pull out an everyday brown one, not perfect for this special day, but it will have to do.

After I am dressed and presentable, I hurry out to the deck again to watch the take off of the ship. I have to fight my way through other third class passengers to get to the rail. I look below and see teary faces screaming goodbye and good luck. Cameras flash excitedly, trying to catch a glimpse of the takeoff of the grandest ship in the world. Others around me yell love to their families and friends and I begin to feel melancholy, I have no one to say goodbye to and no one to look forward to greeting when we reach America.

I feel a lurch and she's off! And we're on our way! Now, I think to myself, I can finally be free. I close my eyes and smell the salt of the water, the feel of the breeze on my face. I open my eyes and look up at the first class deck, expecting to see women on mens' arms and smiling faces, but instead find myself staring into the eyes of a dark haired man, suit ironed to perfection, not a hair out of place.

No, no, no, no! I think to myself as I stumble away from the rail. No, no, no, no! Not Cal! Then I pass out.

Oh no, poor Jessica...so much suspense! So here's the first chapter! Woot woot, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review and I'll post faster! I'll maybe even include you as one of the characters in my story ;) have a very merry christmas!