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~*RMS Titanic*~

'I won't let go, I promise' she kissed his hand softly and reluctantly let go of his frozen palms. The light from the flashlight momentarily blinded her and Rose knew she had to keep her promise. She kissed his hands once more and let go completely. Jack sunk, lower and lower into the abyss. She strained to watch him. He was gone. Jack..Jack.. Rose awoke with a start. It was a dream. She was relieved at first but then panic swept over her when she realised that Jack, her beloved Jack, may actually be gone… forever.

She was confused. Where am I? Why is a man shouting blurred words? more importantly where is her Jack? She knew the ship did sink. That part wasn't a dream. As the realisation of what had happened kicked in she started to cry hysterically. She was, in her mind, one hundred percent sure that Jack was gone. So sure that she began to believe that what had happened in her dream was real. 'I need to be rational' she thought to her self. With much difficulty Rose managed to sit up to have a look around. 'Alright, I'm on a life boat and the man shouting must be looking for survivors' she silently murmured to herself. The man was still flashing the light and she recoiled and gasped in horror as she caught a glimpse of a frozen woman desperately holding a newborn baby out of the water. To not much effect; the baby was frozen also, so stiff it seemed eerily doll like.

'Oh Jack.' she started to sob again. The sight of that poor woman was almost too much to bear. What had become of Jack? The kind artist who she had fallen hopelessly and desperately in love with, despite meeting him a mere three days ago? Jack had taught her many things. More than her expensive tutor ever had. He'd taught her things that she vowed to put into practice every day until her breath stopped. She'd love unconditionally; and would keep the promise she had made-albeit without him. She sobbed, but suddenly became disgusted with herself and sat up boldly

'Miss, you must lay-!' a woman cried, trying to force her down, but Rose grabbed her shoulders and shook her, screaming desperately

'Why didn't I move up? There was enough room, I know there was! My Jack..my poor..' her voice broke further and she became overwhelmed and threw her head into her hands and cried hysterically, aware of the woman awkwardly patting her back.

'Jack..my Jack..' she whispered.

A man shivered as he was tugged from the water, his limbs stuck morbidly. He could feel he wasn't dead. His chest was rising and falling, albeit slowly, and he could almost see out of his right eye. As soon as he was onboard, he was forcefully lain down, and he screamed in agony as the man who had shone a light in his face as he croaked for help bent his arm free. The pain was excruciating. He felt as if every part of him was broken, except for one. His heart. It burned warm inside of his chest for one person-Rose DeWitt Bukater. My God-he'd remembered her freakishly long name! He remembered her long red locks of hair, her china white skin and her beautiful pink lips. He remembered that if nothing else. He remembered the love he'd felt for her-the love he'd always feel for her. Where was she now? His brow furrowed. Wait..he was unfrozen! He was wrapped in a checkered blanket. Had Rose been reunited with her Mother and Cal? He frowned. Caldeon Hockley had almost killed them both-but Rose had done him proud. She'd whispered to him as they lay-telling him she'd spat in Cal's face as he said that Jack was a gutter rat. She'd disowned her Mother-but would she change her mind as now she had nobody? She certainly didn't know Jack was alive-hell, he was having a hard time believing it himself. Jack felt a rush of pain as he remembered he had passed out. Then came the inevitable image of Rose sinking to the bottom of the ocean, the thick Heart Of The Ocean dragging her down. He'd seen Cal put the thing in the pocket of the coat he'd stolen-but didn't think as the ship was sinking was an appropriate time to rat him out. Oh God. Was Rose dead?

'Rose..Rose.' he croaked, trying to sit up, as the lifeboat docked next to the Carpathia. Jack was hauled up by a few crew members onto the deck. It was a big ship but no where near as large as Titanic. It didn't have four huge chimneys towering out of the top of it. It wasn't branded anything arrogant like 'unsinkable'; it was just a ship.

As he was escorted to the infirmary all Jack could think about was his Rose. The next thing he knew he was in a lukewarm bed surrounded by nurses.

'Uh.. is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?' he asked as he struggled to open his eyes.

'We're just running some tests. We've done it to all the passengers who were waiting in the water'. One of the nurses reassured him as she placed a stethoscope on his chest.

A tall doctor leered over him, a clipboard in his hand.

'Now sonny, what's your name?'

'Jack.. Jack Dawson, but look; I'm fine-really I am you need to let me out of here. You see there's someone I need to find!' he tried to sound enthusiastic as he had managed to break free from the many blankets he had been wrapped in; but in a flash one of the nurses had grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back down on the bed.

'Oh no you don't! you're not going anywhere Mr! My,my you're almost as bad as the woman down the hall. She tried to get away too. Said she had to see if he was alive. I don't know this he is but he's got quite a feisty girl on his hands!' Jack wasn't really listening to what the nurse was saying, his mind was fully set on Rose. His Rose. His sweet little Rose.

'In fact...' the nurse carried on, scrutinising him 'come to think of it, she had the same surname as you. Are you related to a Rose Dawson by any chance?'