A/N: Hey guys, I know I haven't written anything in a while. But it was for a good reason. My writing hasn't been that great lately. I hope this is a comeback for me, so enjoy. You should see more from me soon.
It was impulsive and immature, and Cal knew it. But he was through with Jack taking his fiance, his Rose, away from him. And that's why Lovejoy is handy to have around. As of now, it wasn't enough just to send Lovejoy out. He needed to see Dawson leave their lives, and he wanted to be the one to make it happen. Cal couldn't deny the rush he got from swiftly taking Lovejoy's gun and chasing the lovebirds down the ship.
However, it was a pain in the ass to slip and land ass first. Lovejoy watched, stunned at the top of the stairs as Cal quickly pulled himself up, scooped up his gun and continued his sprinting down. He slowly followed his younger charge down into the ship. Lovejoy heard the next two shots miss, and figured he should do something before someone other than Dawson accidentaly gets hurt.
Cal heard splashing and knew he would be going into water very soon as well. He saw it flowing on the bottom stairs, and braced himself. It was colder than he had been prepared for, but he shot two more times before dropping the gun. His blood went colder than the Atlantic ocean water he was standing in and all the color left his face in that instant.
"Oh god." He looked like a deer in the headlights to the blue eyes that stared in horror back at him. Cal inhaled sharply to stop his eyes from watering.
The next thing he knew, he had a pair of hands around his neck. "You son of a bitch!"
"Get off me, Dawson!" Cal kneed Jack in the crotch, sending the younger man back. Jack was doubled over, and Cal's eyes couldn't help but wander to the dull, fading red splotch in the water. "Goddammit." Cal looked away at remembering the fact that he alone caused this. He couldn't blame Jack, or Lovejoy, or anyone, but himself only. "Goddammit!" Cal turned around and punched the column at the bottom of the stairs.
"I didn't mean to." Cal made eye contact with nobody. Not even Lovejoy as he descended the stairs to meet them. He didn't move until he heard splashing. Jack had gone underwater. "Dawson?" Cal looked curiously at what Jack was swimming toward. Lovejoy saw it first and was pulling Cal up the stairs.
Cal broke his arm free when Jack emerged. "What are you doing?"
"Rose was the best thing that ever happened to me." Jack explained with watery eyes.
"Dawson. Put that down." Cal said, taking a step forward.
Jack stepped back. "Shit, why do you care? You wanted to do this yourself."
"I know, but-" Cal had no idea what to say, or why he was even trying to convince Jack not to kill himself.
Lovejoy had his hand on Cal's shoulder, pulling him up again. "Mr. Hockley, come on. Let's go. We'll be joining them if we don't go." Both men winced at the sound of the gunshot. Lovejoy turned Cal so he was facing the stairs before the younger man could look. "Come on. It's done now."
"Lovejoy, stop." Cal wrenched away from his valet. "Do you not know what I did?" He touched his chest in emphasis. "I did it."
Lovejoy's face was unemotional. "I know, but there's nothing we can do now, except try to save ourselves. Be smart."
"Shut up!" Cal screamed. He was angrier at himself than he had ever been at anyone, angrier than he had ever been at Rose.
"Come on." Lovejoy had a tight grip on Cal's arms, knowing his charge was being irrational. Cal's eyes couldn't help but water as he took one last glance at the floating red curls in the water.