A/N: So this is part two of Come Home and the last part. I've thought of Rose as being trapped by her promise, and so that's why I say that she's chained.

Rose

"I figure life's a gift... you learn... to make each day count."

That was what Jack had said that night at dinner. And for those three days that I knew him, life truly was a gift, and I was oh, so grateful for it. But after the night of April 14, 1912, I no longer viewed life as a gift, but as a curse, a prison. How many nights had I thrown myself against the iron door of my cell in attempts to break through, but every time, my efforts were futile? How many times had I hooked the chains on my arms around something and pulled in a meaningless effort to break them? For every second of the eighty-four lonely, miserable years after Jack had died, I had wept. I didn't let it show through my body, but the tears were ever-present.

I finished telling the recovery team the story of our romance. The memories came back as fresh as ever, threatening to overwhelm me. The shackles on my wrists and ankles seemed to constrict and the tears flowed even more freely, even though only a few of them were present on my bodily face.

As my body made its way towards the stern of the ship, I could barely move. The pain as the manacles cut into my skin was nigh unbearable! When I had gotten rid of the Heart of the Ocean, however, the chains seemed to loosen very slightly, but they were still present.

When I climbed into the iron bed that was in my cell, I curled up, as I usually did, continuing to weep. But tonight, I thought I heard a wonderfully familiar voice whisper lovingly to me, "You've kept your promise. Come home, Rose."

My eyes fluttered open. No one was there. A small sound at my wrists caused me to look down, and I gasped through my tears at what I saw: a crack in the metal. I stood up, still gaping at the manacles in astonishment. As I watched, the crack widened, until, finally, the shackles burst open and fell to the floor with a clatter. The chains on my ankles soon followed. For the first time in eighty-four years, I felt an overwhelming happiness begin to well up within me. Slowly, I walked to the iron door of my cell, the barrier that kept me sealed inside the vault. But now, when I touched it, it opened! I took a deep breath and walked forward into the light.

The brightness blinded me at first, and I held up one of my hands to shield my eyes, still marveling at the fact that I was free. I noticed that my arm was bare, and, once my eyes adjusted, I looked down to see that the light through which I was walking had swirled around me to clothe me in a celestial gown. I reached up to wipe my tears of anguish away, but they were already gone, they had stopped flowing from my eyes the moment I entered the light.

While the light swirled, it felt as though I was walking on wind. But soon, I felt solid wood planks under my feet. The mysterious light faded, and I could see that I was in a corridor with sunlight streaming in through the windows. I gasped as I recognized this place: I was near the entrance of the Grand Staircase. I was back on the Titanic!

I swept around the corner and a steward was waiting for me. He nodded his head in respect and smiled, almost in relief, as he opened the door. When I saw everyone who had died on that horrible night of water and screams, I sighed in happiness and recognition.

As I walked down the aisle that they had formed for me, everyone welcomed me back. The musicians gave slight bows, little Cora waved ecstatically, and even First Officer Murdoch smiled at me. Mr. Andrews nodded to me, and that nod made me realize that this vision wasn't wishful thinking. I wasn't dreaming that I was here, I had finally been set free from the prison of my life, and I was now here for eternity.

But my eyes soon turned to the one figure who I had longed to see, the one who stood waiting for me at the top of the Grand Staircase, facing the clock. It was him, the one whose death I had mourned for every moment of my life every since that horrible moment when I was forced to let go of his hand and watch him sink to the bottom of the ocean; the moment that the chains had bound me.

Jack turned and gave me his heart-melting, lopsided grin and held out his hand to me. He seemed so relieved, not just to see me again, but also that my pain was gone. For the first time since his death, I was finally truly smiling again.

He pulled me to him and, ever so gently, wrapped his arms around my waist. The shock I felt at his touch immobilized me for a moment; I still couldn't believe that I was really here, reuniting with him. Slowly, Jack leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. The room erupted into applause as Jack and I washed away each other's anguish with our passion.

I felt Jack's hand reach up and gently stroke my curls, which I knew had been restored to their brilliant red color. Now that I had been set free, all traces of the pain that I had lived through were gone, and once again, I melted at Jack's touch.

He slowly pulled away, yet immediately engulfed me in his arms.

"I missed you so much." I whispered to him.

"I know." He whispered back. He pulled back, but he never took his arms from around me. When he looked me face-to-face, I saw tears of joy welling up in his eyes. "And now you're home, Rose," he assured me. "You're home."

A/N: And that's it! See you guys later! Read and review as usual!