A/N: Yay! New fic! Just an idea that popped in my head last night, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. =D So, probably all of you have watched the movie, 'Titanic', written and directed by James Cameron, the genius behind 'Avatar'. So, this fic is gonna somewhat gonna be like the movie, but some scenes are tweaked and altered a bit, but mostly follows the same sorta plot. Cool? Nice. :) And for my other fics: 'Meet the Evans' will be updated very soon. I've got the next chapter started, and it should be up in no time. For 'THHBBB', that will ALSO be updated soon. I've a lot of that written as well, both fics about the same length. This one, 'Titanic', it will be in Quinn's point of view. And, Titanic is not my movie and it's not owned by me. That's why the characters (other than Sam and Quinn) have different names than the ones used in the movie. Nice? Awesome. Let's begin. =)

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Near, far, wherever you are.
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more, you open the door,
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.

- My Heart Will Go On, Celine Dion

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"Shit."

"No diamond."

"You know, boss? The same thing happened to Geraldo and his career never recovered."

"Turn the camera off."

…

Jackson Fallon wandered across the Keldysh, looking around at all the items preserved by the ocean's salty waters.

"Jackson, the partners would like to know how it's going."

He picked up the phone, trying to maintain a positive attitude while breaking the news to the guys fast and quickly.

"Hey, Will. Jake. Hi, it wasn't in the safe, but, hey, don't worry about it! There's still plenty of other places it could be."

The scientists took a flabby, worn, and old notebook and placed it into a small aquarium and rinsed it out with clear water.

"Hell yes! The floor debris, the suite, the mother's room, Purser's safe in 'C' deck."

"Jimmy Hoffa's briefcase," noted one of Jackson's assistants, Kyle. His nose was covered in Coppertone sunscreen.

"A dozen other places. Guys, look. You've just got to trust my instincts. I know we're close. We've just got to go through a little process of elimination."

Jackson glanced over to the screen, where it showed the relic in it's most finest detail, other than looking at it itself.

"Hang on a second."

Kyle turned his head over to the screen, where a beautiful woman was coming into view. Her blonde hair spread across what seemed to be a sofa of some sorts, her arms and legs placed delicately along her naked body. Her face was somewhat neutral, but still she radiated stunning beauty into the painting. Her eyes shone, and it seemed to be a blazing hazel, although the picture was in black and white. Brock gave his phone to his assistant.

"Let me see that." Jackson rushed over to where the painting was being examined.

"Uhh, we might have something here, guys."

Jackson couldn't believe his eyes. This couldn't be it.

"Where's the photo of the necklace?"

"We'll call you right back," Kyle said.

Jackson snagged the photo off the wall and rushed back over to the painting. The scientist held up the notebook up to semi-eye level and Jackson placed the photograph of 'The Heart of the Ocean' right next to it. His eyes bulged out and went wild. His heart beat raced and climbed to the top of this chest. The date on the lower right hand corner of the drawing said, 'April 14, 1912'.

"I'll be Goddamned."

…

Treasure hunter, Jackson Fallon is best known for finding Spanish gold...

"It's OK, I'll feed you in a minute," Gabby said to our golden retriever. The television news report hadn't sparked up any conversation in the house... yet.

He's chartered a Russian sub to reach the most famous shipwreck of all: Titanic. He's with us live via satelite from the research ship, Keldysh in the North Atlantic.

I sat outside in the balcony, molding a new flower vase out of some clay. When it was to be finished, my granddaughter, Gabby, and I paint them with bright colors and let them dry to be filled with all sorts of daisies and roses.

And so like any other day, I was carving my pottery, with the warm summer breezes entering and exiting the apartment, city cars and their horns making a noisy yet relaxing combination. That was when suddenly, I heard the television.

Hello, Jackson.

Hello, Sonia. Of course, everyone knows the stories of Titanic. You know, the nobility, the band playing, and all that. But I'm interested in the untold stories, secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic.

That had caught my attention.

And we're out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck than anybody's ever done before.

You're at the center of a controversy, at the center of a storm over salvage rights, and even ethics.

I got up from my lima bean green iron rusted chair on the balcony, making my way into the warm kitchen, where the image of a man on the television screen showed up.

Many are calling you a grave robber.

Well, nobody ever called the recovery of King Tut-

Gabby stood in my way of the screen, thus making me lose the sound of Mister Fallon speaking.

"What is it?" she asked, holding Wally's dog dish.

"Turn that up, dear."

She walked over and gently turned the knob on the TV slightly to the right, making the volume perfect for me to comprehend.

I have museum trained experts here making sure that these relics are preserved and cataloged properly. Take a look at this drawing we found just today.

The camera moved over to a ripped up, damaged notebook submerged in an aquarium tank.

A piece of paper that's been underwater for 84 years and my team were able to preserve it intact.

My eyes shut closer and tighter together at the same time, taking in the painting, letting it flow through in my brain.

Should this have been remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity?

My heart skipped a beat, memories flooding into my heart... just like that fateful night aboard the Titanic.

"I'll be Goddamned."

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The Keldysh was about to launch another sub into the North Atlantic when Kyle interrupted Jackson's attention on it.

"Jackson! There's a satellite call for you."

"Kyle, we're launching! You see these submersibles going in there?"

"Trust me, buddy. You want to take this call."

"This better be good."

The two of them walked over to telephone.

"Now, you gotta speak up. She's kinda old."

"Great."

Jackson picked up the phone, waiting for whatever news was about to be given.

"This is Jackson Fallon. How may I help you, Mrs...?" Jackson put his hand over the phone, silently asking Kyle what the woman's name was.

"Puckerman. Quinn Puckerman."

"... Mrs. Puckerman?"

I answered on the other end of the line.

"I was just wondering if you had found 'The Heart of the Ocean' yet, Mr. Fallon."

Jackson shot his head to Kyle, mouth gaping.

"Told you you wanted to take the call."

"Alright, you have my attention, Quinn. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?"

"Oh yes. The woman in the picture is me."

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The helicopter flew in from the crisp air, about to be landing onto the top and outer layer of the Keldysh. Gabby, Wishie, and I were looking out the window, beginning another adventure of a lifetime out at sea.

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"She's a Goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity! God only knows what! Like that Russian babe, Anaesthesia! They're inbound!"

The helicopter came in closer and closer to the Keldysh.

"Quinn Fabray died on the Titanic when she was 17. Right?"

"That's right."

"If she had lived, she'd be over a hundred by now."

"A hundred and one, next month."

"OK, so she's a very OLD Goddamn liar!"

Jackson, Kyle, and Bobby, the one who Jackson was arguing with at the moment, made their way up the wet stairwells, past the staterooms, and around the corridors.

"Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the way back to the twenties when she was working as an actress. An actress! There's your first clue, Sherlock! Her name was Quinn Evans back then, then she marries this guy named Puckerman, they move to Lima, and she punches out a couple of kids. Now Puckerman's dead, and from what I hear, Lima is dead!"

"And everyone knows the diamond is supposed to be dead on this boat, but she knows!"

The trio finally made it out onto the deck, and the helicopter flew in. A huge gust of sea air was pushed into every one's faces, salt sneaking into their hair. The deck was noisy, and you could barely hear anything. To communicate, you would have to shout.

It finally landed, and the men who worked on the ship took all our luggage out and placed them onto the floor of the Keldysh.

Kyle walked over to Bobby and Bobby screamed into his ear.

"Doesn't exactly travel light, does she?"

I was carried off the helicopter while still being safe and secure in my wheelchair, with Wishie on my lap and Gabby right behind us.

"Mrs. Puckerman! I'm Jackson Fallon! Welcome to the Keldysh!"

They gently but quickly put me onto the ground.

"OK, let's get her inside there!"

Gabby hopped off the helicopter, her aviator sunglasses shining in the ocean sun and sky.

"Hi, Ms. Puckerman! I'm Jackson Fallon! Welcome to the Keldysh!"

Gabby pushed away the workermen who were trying to steer me and took a grip on the wheelchair's handles and we went on to the staterooms.

The pilot stopped Jackson from leaving and handed him my goldfish, a perplexed look spreading across his face.

…

Gabby and I were in our staterooms, and I was setting my photographs onto a dresser, careful of all the positions, how much I would be able to see of each one, the angles they were all faced in. There were a couples knocks on our door.

"Yes?"

"Are your staterooms alright?"

"Oh yes. Very nice. Well, have you met my granddaughter, Gabby? She takes care of me."

"We met just a few minutes ago. Remember, Gramma? Up on deck?"

I shook my head and brought my hand up to my forehead in disappointment to myself. The memory's growing just as old as me. Jackson looked over to Bobby.

"There. That's nice," setting my last photo. "Got to have my pictures when I travel."

"Can I get you anything? Is there anything you'd like?" asked Jackson.

"Yes. I would like to see my drawing."

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I peered over the top of the tank, seeing my old self in the image of the water... almost as a reflection.

I closed my eyes, remembering that exact moment when he had his grip on that same notebook, with the same piece of charcoal used in that picture that had been grasped in his hands. The warm fire glowing in the room, dim lights flooded upon us.

I saw his tea-leaf green eyes peeping out from behind his light blonde strands fallen onto his determined face.

"Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone that was called 'The Blue Diamond of the Crown', which disappeared in 1792. About the same time ol' Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that 'The Crown Diamond' was chopped to be cut into a heart-like shape and became known as 'The Heart of the Ocean'. Today, it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond."

"It was a dreadful, heavy thing. I only wore it this once."

"You really think this is you, Gramma?"

"It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish?"

Jackson chuckled.

"I tracked it down through insurance records. An old claim that was titled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me whose claim it was, Quinn?"

"I should imagine someone named Hudson."

"Christopher Hudson. That's right. California gold rush millionaire. The claim was for a diamond necklace his son, Finn bought for his fiancé. You. A week before he sailed on Titanic. It was filed right after the sinking. So the diamond had to have gone down with the ship."

I had wanted to speak up... but just couldn't.

"You see the date?"

Gabby looked over my shoulder and onto the drawing.

"April 14, 1912," she answered.

"Which means if your grandmother is who she says she is, she was wearing the necklace the day the Titanic sank," explained Bobby.

"That makes you... my new best friend." Jackson smiled.

…

"These are some of the things we recovered from your stateroom."

I leaned forward to a small table covered with a felt-like tablecloth and gently picked up an old mirror stained from being submerged in the water for 84 years.

"This was mine!"

I felt it's rustiness, the flowers on the back of the mirror. It's purple-ness slowly fading away, but still very visible. It's shine was hidden under the rust, but it glimmered in my eyes, like it hadn't even been used before.

"How extraordinary! It looks the same last time I saw it."

I turned it over to the front, seeing the glass broken and slightly shattered. I sighed after seeing the person inside staring straight back at me with the same lovestruck look on the face.

"Hmm... the reflection's changed a bit," I muttered, then placed it back on the table, Jackson helping me as well while Gabby observed with me.

I picked up a green butterfly hair brooch. It's emerald right in the middle was still beaming with magnificence. It's left wing was chipped a bit, and one of the legs sticking out was broken. Jackson knelt down to be eye-level with me.

"Are you ready to go back to Titanic?"

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"OK, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kinda bumps along, punchin' holes like Morse code: dit, dit, dit! Along the side, below the waterline. But then the watertight compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkhead, which, unfortunately, don't go any higher than 'E' deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up. Slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass, stickin' up in the air. And that's a big ass; we're talkin' 20, 30 thousand tons. OK? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? KETTP! She splits, right down to the keel. And the stern falls back level. Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kinda bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods, then finally goes under at about 2:20am. Two hours and forty minutes after the collision."

I sat there, listening intently, but also remembering that night when my future was right in front of my very own eyes.

"The bow section planes away, landing about a half a mile away going twenty, thirty knots when it hits the ocean floor. POOM! BLPTTSHH! Pretty cool, huh?"

"Thank you for that fine, forensic analysis, Mr. Bourgion. Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different."

Jackson looked at me with straight eyes.

"Will you share it with us?"

I slowly got up from my wheelchair, Gabby's hand guiding me to where I was going. I turned around from my position and stared at a screen right ahead. Gently with my cane in my hand, I walked over, step by step. My eyebrows furrowed at the sight I saw. Not that it was bad, of course. I stepped closer, my face barely touching the screen.

The corridor of the ship looked dreary. Of course, 84 years ago, the walls were shining, freshly painted. Now, it was damp and rusted. Dead. I took in deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

The Grand Staircase's magnificent doors came into view. Like the corridors, it was all rusted and didn't look grand at all. The intricate designs that once flourished the surface and shone in gold was now black and filthy. Thinking back, I saw two gentlemen opening the door for me, stepping into a dream come true.

I started to tear up. I couldn't take it anymore. I put my hands to my face and buried it in there. Gabby grabbed me by the hips.

"I'm taking her to rest."

"No."

"Come on, Gramma."

"No!"

Kyle had a recorder in his hand, and Jackson took it from him, sitting down across from me.

"Tell us, Quinn."

"It's been 84 years."

"It's OK, just try to remember anything. Anything at all."

I looked at him.

"Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Fallon?"

A smile grew on their faces.

"It's been 84 years. And I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called 'The Ship of Dreams'... and it was... it really was."

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So that was the beginning of this new fic! I am really, seriously gonna love this one because 'Titanic' is one of my most favorite movies of all times. I watched it when I was really young. So as we indulge further into this, I will NOT write everything almost word for word. That's really it. :) Please review guys. That's really I ask for. That's what makes me so happy and gets me going to update faster and sooner! Thanks so much! It really means a lot! I love you guys! Thanks again and please review, you awesome-fluffilicious-bunnies! =D