A/N: I'm sorry I was so quick to finish my other stories, but I wanted to make room for this one! I had a weird dream. Edward was Jack, and Bella was Rose, but my dream had so many differences. (You'll see.) I had a 'Stephanie Meyer' so I would love to write it down. I hope you all enjoy the future writing of this story. I know I will. BUT if you don't like it tell me in the reviews, and I wont continue it. It's in the hands of you guys.

F O R K S

The ship of dreams.

When you can live forever,

what do you live for?

Journey Back In Time.

As soon as I hung up the phone with Carlisle Cullen, I heard trembling footsteps heading my way. "What's going on?" James reemerged into the room. "We're going to go see Forks." I sat up slowly. I had things to pack, and a trip to get ready for. "We're going to Washington?" He chuckled, helping me out of my seat. "No." I hissed. "I have no business there." I snarled. "We're going to the ship-" James cut me off. "Mr. Masen.. your in no condition to travel.." He trailed off. "Don't you lecture me of my condition. I'm healthy as a horse." I snapped. I was through with hearing about my 'condition.' What condition? Being a man my age was no type of condition. "Now help me pack. A taxi is coming to pick us up in an hour." I said, walking down the hall, back towards my bedroom.

I could hear his frantic footsteps behind me. "Sir, are you sure?" He asked. I entered my room, and turned back, smiling at him. Such a young nice boy. About mid twenties, blonde hair, in which he wore in a pony tail, and a body I once had. I was absolutely sure he's broken a few hearts.. "Of course I'm sure!" I gestured with my hands. "I need to go, help me pack." I said. "Alright." He sighed. "I'm coming with you." He said, I huffed. "Of course you are."

"Here," He took my arm, and lead me over towards my sitting hair. "sit down, and tell me what you want me to pack." As I took my seat, he darted towards my closet. "Ah- yes, that one." I pointed towards the coat, he nodded and tossed it on the bed. "You'll need a few pairs of pants and shirts- ah ah, don't argue with me Sir." He pointed at me. "Don't point your finger at me James, I'm no child." I sighed. "No shit." He chuckled. "You just sit there, and be a grouch, your wasting our time." He scolded as he took a seat on my bed and began folding my clothing.

My eyes widened, I suppose he picked up such a tone from me. After all, hes been 'taking care of me' for about five years now. And to be honest, I trusted him with my life; but there was no need to tell him that. There was no need for him to take advantage of such power. I've learned over the years that not all men, could be trusted. Not that much. Sadly, I've learned the hard way.

Although, I haven told him my story, all of it at least. I summed it down for him.

"What exactly happened?" He asked in a sincere voice. James sat across from me, in the dining room, his hands folded on the table. His dinner sat in front of him, steaming, even though it was pushed aside, ignored for the moment. His gaze melted in mine, as if he were able to see right through me. "Tell me.." He urged, he almost demanded. His hand went to reach across the table to comfort my trembling hands; but he caught himself and drifted back, with a heavily sigh, his back resting against the back of his chair.

I wanted to say something rude, I wanted to be defensive, I wanted to scold him for mentioning such things, but I couldn't say anything. He had me cornered, and he knew it. I sighed heavily. "I lost my wife." I nearly whispered. "Wife?" He asked, his eyes widened, guess I had him cornered too with that one. "Tell me everything." He said. "No." I said flatly. "That's all you need to know.." I shoved a piece of steak into my mouth; leaving no room for further discussion.

I watched for about an hour as James went throughout the house locking up, and carrying two bags of luggage. One was his, and one was mine; to the front door. "Thanks son." I mumbled. "Anytime, Sir.- Oh the rides here." He opened the front door, carrying the luggage out. I followed and lingered in the doorway, a slick, black limousine waited outside for us. "Did you arrange this?" James asked as he approached me, closing the door behind me, he guided me down carefully my front porch. "Of course not." I snarled. "Whatever you say." He chuckled.

The car ride was quiet, at least to me. My once bright, and alive eyes stared out the tinted window, dark and dead; into the Chicago city, which was growing smaller and smaller as I rode away into the opposite direction.

Who knows when I'd see it again.

I stared at the buildings, the busy streets, trying to memorize everything. From the colors, to the shapes, to the people walking quickly amongst the street. They had places to go, places to be, and people to see. I envied all of them. This is where I grew up. This was my home. And now, I was leaving it behind. I watched familiar buildings, and streets dash by in a blink of an eye. From the high school I once attended, to the movie theater I used to sneak into, to see rated R movies; to the local drug store where I bought my cigarettes for cheap.

I said my goodbyes, towards whatever I was leaving behind, (Which at the moment, seemed like nothing.) and turned my torso back towards James. "Are you nervous?" James asked quietly. "No." I said, James shook his head, and turned to gaze out the window. "This is a big thing.. what your doing." He sighed. "I don't think I'd have the heart to do it all over again." He said. "What are you saying boy? Spit it out." I hissed. "I'm proud of you, that's all." He shrugged, keeping his eyes focused along the views outside the tinted window.

James just said something, nice. Say something back.. My conscience was telling me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I felt the pressure beating down against my lungs.

I sat quiet throughout the ride.

"Your ready?" James asked, holding our air plane tickets. We sat outside our gate, awaiting our flight to be called. "Yes, I'm ready." I nodded. "We can always go back.." He shrugged, and I shook my head furiously. "No dammit, I'm here, we're here; stop bugging me about this dammit, we're going." I hissed, and turned to face him. "Unless you don't want to go." I growled. James eyes widened and he smiled. Over the years, my temper, has grown on him. I've come to realize that he obtains more and more patience for me everyday. I hadn't acknowledged him enough for it though.. "Just double checking." He shrugged.

"Woman and children only!!" He called. The screams of furious men, and the cries of woman and children echoed throughout my ears. I almost covered them, trying to mute the horror, the catastrophe that was going on around me. This couldn't have been real. This couldn't have been happening. This was the un-sinkable Forks..

"Sir.." I felt someone shaking my shoulder, and I snapped out of my stareless-nightmare, turning back to face James. "Are you alright?" He asked, I nodded. "Wont be too long now." He tapped my knee. "They'll call our flight soon." He smiled.

When our flight was called I walked beside James, walking through the little passage way, connecting the flight to the airport. I forgot what they were called, and I didn't feel like asking James. Left it a mystery, I didn't care. "Private jet?" I stated, and James nodded. "As always sir." I nodded my head approvingly, allowing him to take the lead to finding out seats. "Window, as always." James gestured me inside the seat, and I took it gladly. "Good." I nodded again. He took a seat beside me. "This will take us halfway, and from there we take a helicopter, or so the driver told me." He shrugged. "Okay then." I said. James put on some headphones, and listened to music, allowing me to be at peace with my thoughts.

My eyes stayed fixed on the grey cloudy sky that rested just outside my little window. I haven't been on a plane since- I don't even remember. The only things I recognized new where the little television screens in the backs of the chairs, the fancy buttons at the top of my section, and the extra leg room. Other than that, nothings changed, that goes without saying; Me.

I sighed, and drew my attention back outside the window, the little city below becoming a distant blur. Goodbye Chicago, whatever I was saying goodbye to, perhaps the wind? Whatever I had, whatever I saw, I'd never see again. I wouldn't miss it, and it wouldn't miss me.

Maybe I'd be lucky.. maybe I'll never see it again..

I fought the sleepiness of my eyes, just wanting to gaze out the window just a little bit longer. I wanted to see the city disapear, but I didn't make it..

I stood, my arm behind my back. Dressed in another mans clothes, wearing another mans hairstyle. All belonged to someone else, excusing my name. An sorry defense. I didn't belong here, this place wasn't for me. She was too good for me. My fingers danced nervously, clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to pump blood into my veins. My heart was pumping violently in my chest, as if it was going to thump out, and fall onto the lithium floor before me.

The very moment I wanted to make a run for it, she appeared at the foot of the stairs. Her body hugged a sapphire blue gown, my favorite color. My breath instantly caught at the sight. Her hair hung in a elegant bun, some curls dropped out lazily here and there. Her eyes were big, and brown, widening at the sight of me, following a beautiful breath-taking smile.

She tripped on the last step into my arms, and blushed the most beautiful shade of red. "Oh-" She crashed against me, I caught her, and steadied her slowly, loving the warmth of her body pressed against mine, and the feeling of my arms wrapped around her; tightly. "I'm so sorry- I'm such a klutz." She blushed, chuckling nervously. I smiled at her, and stroke her cheek with my fingers. "I'll keep you balanced.."

Her voice faded into James. "Wake up." He smiled. "It's time to get on the helicopter.." He patted my shoulder, before standing up.

Within the next twenty minutes, I was strapped, and harnessed into the flying machine. I wore a helmet, with attached ear muffs, with a strange microphone. It was well into the remaining few minutes of the ride when James spoke.

"Sir?.." James spoke over the loudness of the helicopter. We were finally landing. I looked at him, blankly. "Why are you doing this?" He spoke quietly, I almost didn't hear him. My thoughts were else where.

"Oh Edward!" She giggled. Her laughter echoed through my ears, my arms wrapped around her, assaulting her neck with kisses. "Edward! Stop it!" She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pulled away from her neck, and kissed her passionately. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I cant help it.." I shrugged. Her eyes rolled. "Oh Edward.. you are so biased.."

I literally shook my head, shaking the images away, her sweet voice. I turned to face a very worry-faced James. "What?" I snarled. James shrugged, and sank back into his seat, looking out the window. "Nothing sir, I just don't want all this to overwhelm you." He spoke. I shrugged. "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." I snapped.

I looked out the window, avoiding any further discussion, I was in no mood to talk. This trip wasn't exciting. I just wanted that picture.. I just wanted it back in my possession. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to be alone.

I smiled down, her sweet humming tuning in my ears. The dark, sapphire blue water hung below into view. She was the heart of the ocean. The heart of my ocean.

I spotted a cargo ship not too long after. Large, white. As we lowered onto the platform I noticed three shaped figures. The blonde man, which I immediately assumed as Carlisle Cullen, the other I knew had to be Alice, and there was another man, I didn't know him.

"Come on sir, lets get you off this thing." James smiled, opening the helicopters large doors, gesturing me to take the first step out; I did. I gush of wind hit me, constricting my lungs. Carlisle, and Alice guided my down, smiling at me, but I didn't return it.

As they were gesturing me towards the cabin of the ship, I noticed my luggage being lifted off the helicopter. I didn't have much. What could I possibly need? Five pairs of pants, five pairs of shirts.. But James insisted I'd back for two weeks, considering we didn't know how long this would take. Although I argued we'd be 'in and out' but of course a man my age could only say and argue so much. My energy, and heart couldn't take it anymore.

"Hello Mr. Masen." The young girl smiled at me, guiding me into a cabin room. "Who are you." I wasn't known for asking questions. I wasn't known for being nice either. I wasn't known for good first impressions. I wasn't known for much, but for being an old, rude, bastard. "Alice Brandon. We spoke on the phone." She smiled, un-effected by my arrogance. I liked her.

I smiled at her, but it didn't reach my ears; as always. She linked her arm with mine, and lead me through the small halls, guiding me into a fairly large sized room.

A few moments later my two bags of luggage were being set on the floor, as I sat on the bed beside Alice. "Let me get you settled." Alice dropped to her knees, and began unzipping my luggage. "Don't stress yourself, Al'." I said. "I don't want you going through all this trouble." She ignored me. "Okay." I shrugged. "Do what you want." I sighed. She smiled up at me, and passed me the frame photo's I packed. The ones that mattered most.

The ones that would get me through this trip.

After I aligned my frames, I noticed, Carlisle, and the man stand in the doorway. "Is your stateroom alright?" Carlisle asked me. I shrugged. "Yes. Very nice. Have you met my.." I hated using the word nurse. It made me feel, old. "Have you met James?"

"Yes. We met just a few minutes ago, Edward. Remember, up on deck?" The other man spoke, the anonymous one. "Who are you?" I hissed. He took a step forward and offered me his hand. "Mike Newton, pleasure to meet you sir." I looked down at his hand, and mumbled. He took his hand back and coughed.

Mike rolled his eyes, but I didn't care. Young, and stupid.

I glanced at the old photo's, and noticed that Carlisle's gaze also traveled among them, slightly smiling. "There." I stroked the picture of my mother and I, back when I was seventeen. "I have to have my pictures when I travel. Isn't that right, James?" I looked at him, and he nodded, standing in the doorway. "Yes sir."

Carlisle chuckled. "Would you like anything?" He asked me, I didn't need to think twice. "Show me the drawling." They all looked at me, like I was crazy. "Show me the damn picture." I scolded. James sighed, and Carlisle nodded. "Right this way, Mr. Masen." He gestured out towards the door, and Mike lead the way down the hall.

James followed behind, along with Carlisle, as I was being lead into a whole other room. Strange, and even larger than my bedroom. "Right this way, sir." Carlisle walked ahead of me, stopping at some sort of tank, full of water. He smiled at me, and nodded for me to continue. I took a few hesitant steps forward, gazing down at the floating piece of paper.

I looked at the drawling, the drawling my fingers, my hands, my crayons once drew. It felt strange. The feeling I was having, I couldn't describe it. Eighty-four years. The drawling was eighty-four years old, and was only able to be preserved underwater, until a new method was discovered.

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Masen." She cooed.

My eyes closed, smiling; remembering.

"Sir?" My eyes opened, and darted down to Carlisle's hand, a photo of a necklace.. "Louis the Sixteenth wore a fabulous stone, called the Blue Diamond of the Crown, which disappeared in 1792, about the time Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too... re-cut into a heart-like shape... and it became Le Coeur de la Mer. The Heart of the Ocean. Today it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond."

I chuckled, but it didn't come from the heart. "She hated it, it was too heavy." I pointed to the heart shaped sketch. "She only wore it once." I added.

Mike came to stand beside me gazing down at the photograph. I almost didn't like it.. this was drawn by a man who only wanted it for his wife's, and his eyes.. Now this piece of work was considered a form of history, well I'll be damned. "You actually believe this is your wife, Mr. Masen?" He asked. I turned to face him. "I know what my wife looks like, and I know what I drew." I hissed.

Carlisle ignored our exchange of glares. "I tracked it down through insurance records... and old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Do you know who the claimant was, Black?" He asked. I nearly growled at the memory. "Jacob Black." I spat out. I couldn't forget him.. no matter how much I really wanted to.

Carlisle smiled. "Jacob Black, right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon. For a diamond necklace his son Billy Black bought in France for his girlfriend... your wife... a week before he sailed on Forks. And the claim was filed right after the sinking. So the diamond had to've gone down with the ship."

Carlisle turned to face Alice. "See the date?" He asked. "April 14, 1912." She chirped. Carlisle then turned to James. "If he is, who he says he is, he should have had the diamond in his possession when the ship went down." He glanced back at me, and continued. "And that makes you my new best friend. I will happily compensate you for anything you can tell us that will lead to its recovery."

My eyebrows furrowed. Money. Must everything be about money? The object, the word, the concept, angered me; no infuriated me. "I don't want your money, Mr. Cullen. I know how hard it is for people who care greatly for money to give some away." I said.

Mikes eyebrows instantly rose. "You don't want anything?" He asked. I nodded back down towards the floating drawling. "You may give me this, if anything I tell you is of value." I said. Carlisle nodded. "Deal." He crossed the room. "Over here are a few things we've recovered from your staterooms."

I followed best I could, following the gesturing cue of a smiling Alice. I took a seat, shrinking into my chair. I was barely able to see over the table top. Was this all real? Was I really touching items, that have spend decades under the Atlantic? Apparently so. My hand trembled as I stroked the stop watch I once occupied. I took it in my palm, and gazed upon it. Amazing.

"This was mine. How extraordinary! It looks exactly the same.." I opened it, and gazed at the faded numbers, and crusty arrows. "Times changed.." I mumbled, setting the watch back down onto the table. I then noticed my comb, which was given to my by my father. I picked it up, and examined its teeth. I smiled, and stroked the teeth with my fingers, before setting it back down on the table.

"Edward! What did I tell you about these knots!" Elizabeth, my mother scolded me. She sat me down on the living room chair, and began running the comb through my hair, parting it off to the side. "A young gentlemen should always have clean, and cleansed hair." She stroked my hair with her hand, as she ran the comb through it. "Yes mother." I mumbled. My mother laughed. "Oh Edward, when you become a young man, you will understand. You cant play in tree houses forever." She chuckled and kissed my cheek. "Aw ma.." I gushed, wiping my lipstick stained cheek.

Another object from the table, was a bracelet, an old brass bracelet, which I bought for her. I picked it up gently, letting the small, delicate, rusted object sit in the palm of my hand.

"Just put it on, okay?" I kissed her wrist. "Edward.. I hate it when you buy me things, you didn't have to-" I silenced her by placing my pointer finger against her smooth, red plump lips. "Sweetheart, I wanted to, please." I removed my finger from her lips, and snapped on the shiny bracelet around her small wrist, I was worried I bought a size too large, but from the looks of it, it fit her perfectly. It looked beautiful against her creme, pale complexion. "Let me spoil you, please.." I whispered against her lips. "Let me take care of you.." I gave her a chaste kiss. "Wear this, as one of many tokens, of my love.."

"Are you ready to go back to Titanic?" Carlisle's voice echoed through my closed eyes; through my daydream. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed everyone surrounding me. From Carlisle and James at my sides, from Alice kneeling in front of me; to Mike sitting in a chair off to the side.

I stood up from my chair, ignoring the flying hands to assist me. This large room, so strange. It was a darkened room lined with TV monitors. images of the wreck. Of the once Forks, filled the screens, fed from the sides of the ships, to the mini submarines cruising along in them.

I stood in front of the small television screens, staring raptly. My back was towards the curious group of people. The one particular screen caught my attention. I was enthralled. An image of the bow railing. I felt Mikes heated stare against me. "The bow's struck in the bottom like an axe, from the impact. Here... I can run a simulation we worked up on this monitor over here." James lead me towards Mike's computer. As his fingers danced along the keys he spoke. "We've put together the world's largest database on the Forks. Okay,
here..."

Carlisle came to my side, and rested his hand on my shoulder. "He might not want to see this, Mike." I shooed Carlisle away, and took a seat beside Mike. "No, I want to know." I hissed.

The computer screen lit up with an animated graphic of Forks on the screen. Mike began talking, explaining. Explaining the tragedy I once saw, once experienced, once lived. "She hits the berg on the starboard side and it sort of bumps along... punching holes like a morse code... dit dit dit, down the side. Now she's flooding in the forward compartments... and the water spills over the tops of the bulkheads, going aft. As her bow is going down, her stern is coming up... slow at first... and then faster and faster until it's lifting all that weight, maybe twenty or thirty thousand tons... out of the water and the hull can't deal... so SKRTTT!!"

He made some weird nose.

"... it splits! Right down to the keel, which acts like a big hinge. Now the bow swings down and the stern falls back level... but the weight of the bow pulls the stern up vertical, and then the bow section detaches, heading for the bottom. The stern bobs like a cork, floods and goes under about 2:20 a.m. Two hours and forty minutes after the collision."

The animation then follows the bow section as it sinks. I showed no emotion, and he continued. I couldn't believe this was happening- that this happened. I was numb again.

"The bow pulls out of its dive and planes away, almost a half a mile, before it hits the bottom going maybe 12 miles an hour. KABOOM!" He smacked his hands together, the ship then snapped in the animation. "The stern implodes as it sinks, from the pressure, and rips apart from the force of the current as it falls, landing like a big pile of junk." The computer screen showed the ship sit a the bottom of the ocean floor. "Cool huh?" He turned to look at me.

"The experience was far from, cool; Mr. Newton." I hissed. I turned to Carlisle who gave me an apologetic glance. His hand rested on my knee. "Will you share it with us?" He asked. My gaze reached up to his eyes, showing much emotion. He cared.. someone cared. Someone wanted to know..

I stood up, and walked over towards the windows, the small round ones; which gazed into the ruins below.

My eyes scanned the ocean floor, which showed the rustic ruins below. I saw one of the subs tracking slowly over the boats deck. I instantly recognized it all, all still in place. I could almost hear the ghostly waltz music. The faint and echoing sounds of an officers voice; English accented calling. "Woman and children only!"

I could almost see the screaming faces in a running crowd. Pandemonium and terror. People crying, praying, kneeling on the deck. Just impressions... flashes in the dark.

My nightmare instantly, gone.

I moved back, and sat down in the chair gazing at the other monitors. The submarine moving down a rusted debris-filled corridor. I watched as the endless row of doorways sliding past, like darth mouths. An image of a child; three years old, standing ankle deep in water, in the middle of an endless corridor; came into sight. Lost, and alone. Crying.

I opened my closed eyes, too shaken, too scarred from the memory. I shook my head, darting my gaze to my lap, at my trembling hands. "I'm taking you to rest, sir." James spoke. "No." I hissed. I looked up to see an sympathetic Carlisle. "Tell us, Edward." He spoke softly. I looked screen to screen, images, memories, nightmares appearing.

I knew I had to do this. I came here to do this. To tell my story, to tell everyone about her, about us; about what happened. The memories within the last eight-four years, were becoming all too clear, from it's once blurry vision. Hidden far behind my memory, my heart, they lurked, haunting me everyday, every night. I was stubborn, rude on the outside, when on the inside I was dead. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My heart felt thousands of knives stabbing at it every second. It was an never ending hell. A never subsiding pain.

Everything I ever did, thought, ever said, revolved around her. Yes, that included the arrogance, she loved me for it. She was constantly on my mind. Everyday consisted of a flashback, a memory, something.

Everyday I was haunted with the same tragedy. Everyday, I kept the story dead. Everything a hidden secret. Tons, on my shoulders. Guilt, anger, bitterness. All be above a ruthless person.

I sighed heavily. "It's been eighty-four years-" I began to tell my story, until Carlisle cut me off. "Just tell us what you can-" I held my hand up to cut him off. "Do you want to hear it or not?" He smiled, and nodded. Everyone took a seat beside, and in front of me, with curious eyes.

I took a deep breath, and began my story, again. "It's been eighty-four years... and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in." As I spoke, Mike set down a mini-recorder near me, pressing play.

"Forks was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was..." I sighed. I glanced over at the computer screen, which was showing the remains of the railing. I could almost see the railing, as well as my story come to life..