Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Titanic. Believe me, if I did, I wouldn't be sitting here right now, haha. I DO NOT own any of it. I am merely writing a fanfiction to show how much I lovelovelove the movie. All direct quotes are James Cameron's works, please don't sue me, haha.

Author's Note: Hello again. :) Thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter, as well as those who favorited and alerted as well. I really do appriecate things like that. It keeps me motivated. As for this chapter, it's about double what was in the last chapter. It's a bit sad, too. I also tweeked some of the events a little just so I could work it my way around, but it's pretty much the same, well, with Jack around though. ;D Haha. Thank you to a friend who provided me with infomation about hypothermia, you know who you are. This person also provided me with something ELSE which I am thankful for too. Anyway, I'll shut up now (seriously, I have a tendency to ramble on in these things), and please enjoy!


*Jack's POV*

My body was increasingly getting numb. It was to the point where I couldn't feel anything anymore and could barely keep my eyes open. Ice was becoming my hair and my face felt like each little movement stretched the skin too far. But my love was safe. Rose would be okay. If she stayed on the door, everything would be okay. That was what I wanted. I needed her to go on. I'd sacrifice everything for her.

"J-jack, I'm s-so c-c-cold," she whispered, her voice so quiet. I think she squeezed my hand tighter, but I didn't really feel much of anything. Maybe she was giving up. She couldn't. There was so much for her to live for. Rose needed to remember that. There wasn't a dead end. It was all the beginning. Her life was only at the beginning.

I struggled to speak, feeling my lips glued together by the cold, "B-b-boats a-a-are c-c-coming." Or so I prayed. At this point, it seemed like they would never arrive. How long had we been in the water? Probably minutes. It felt like hours. How long until hypothermia set in and took me away from Rose? I didn't want that, but for her, if it was the only way of survival, I'd do anything.

She began to sing the song I sung to her quietly, stutters frequent. I tried to listen in and focus on her voice, but the more I tried to remain alert, the more my brain became groggy. I knew I didn't have much longer. The cold was taking over every inch of me. I no longer felt pain. My mind was what happened to be left my body. The boats would come, but until then, I'd just close my eyes, and hope for the best…

*Rose's POV*

The sun was coming up and my body was tired. The men who pulled me in from the water were talking in hushed voices; through I knew their eyes were peeled in my direction. Were they talking about me? They probably thought I was a crazy woman. Why would I take Jack with me? They didn't understand though. Even though Jack hadn't showed any signs of improvement, nor had he woken up as we rocked in the water, I wasn't going to leave him there. He was the only man I could say I truly loved. He risked everything for me, gave up all he had. I would be stupid to leave him floating down in the water.

"Miss," a voice said, moving closer to me. "We're coming closer to the rescue boat, The Carpathia. Will you be in need of assistance inside? We are available to help you in."

My head spun as I tried to sit up. But I didn't let that show. For once, I wasn't the one in the need of help. That was Jack. "No," I said through my parched lips. "Please help him."

They exchanged a look. "Miss, that man—"

"Needs your help," I countered in a low voice, my eyes deadlocked on the man. "Please help him when the time comes."

"Yes ma'am."

I sat back down, staring at Jack. He wasn't as blue as before and I believed I saw his chest rise just a little. That was all I needed to see. If Jack was still holding on, he would be with me. I once more remembered his words back by the lifeboats. "I'm a survivor." He'd survive. We had a future together.

Minutes later, I was pulled aboard the Carpathia by several of the employees. They also gave skeptic looks to the men on the boats, but also pulled Jack aboard and whisked him toward the boat's small medical room. Then, before I could follow, I was dragged toward an area where other survivors were standing. In front of me, they were separating the people into classes. Third class was put on the lowest point of the deck. Which was where I headed, still huddled in my small wool blanket.

My mind wasn't far from Jack though. Was he okay? Would he be okay? Were there doctors aboard helping him? When could I see him? All I wanted to do was see him. I deserved that much. Around me, women sobbed or held their children close. It felt eerie being alone in this. I was dry eyed and it felt absurd to be so.

"Can I take your name please, love?" I peered up at the man before me without much emotion. He stared back at me for a moment, looking at me with an expectant face.

In that moment, I realized whether or not Jack survived, I would use his surname. "Dawson," I said in a clear voice. "Rose Dawson."

***

A little while later, I gathered my strength by taking the small portion of food they offered aboard. Then, I made a decision. After I finished eating, I'd go in search of Jack. For all I knew, he could be well and alive somewhere, thinking I had perished in the ocean. How would he know? I was sure no one would mention me. Even with my lavish red hair.

The food was okay, nothing to complain over. Then again, after surviving a sinking quite like Titanic, you really can't find the need to complain over everything. All aboard the boat were lucky to be alive.

I walked along the second class area, looking for any hopes of a medical area. I also kept my head covered well, just in case Cal had come to find me and drag me back to the hell of First Class. When I didn't find it, I decided to look for a friendly steward for help.

"Miss, could I be of your assistance?" a voice said.

A steward had come to me. He was holding the hand of a little girl who was crying. I assumed she had lost her parents in the sinking, but I couldn't be sure. "Yes," I replied. "I need to find the ship's doctor or wherever the sicker survivors were taken. My husband was taken there when we arrived."

The steward looked down at the little girl holding his hand and then told me he'd be right back. I waited for him to return, only five minutes later. "Now Miss, you said you were looking for your husband?"

"Yes. His name is Jack Dawson." When the steward didn't answer, I continued, "He's blonde with blue eyes. Maybe…"

"I'm not aware of the sicker survivors' names, Miss. But I can lead to the area he would be in. This way."

I was lead to a part of the ship I had not thought of to look, a darker area of hallways to a place that seemed deserted, other than a few beds with unmoving people on them. It startled me. It was nearly all white in color, from the sheets, to the walls and everything else. "Is there someone I can speak to?" I managed to ask, my throat going back to the dry way it had been in the water.

"The doctor and his nurse should be back momentarily. We seemed to have a seasick person aboard."

I felt my head nodding at the steward's information and I managed to thank him as he ran off, obviously busy with what had happened. It was very frightening to be in such a silent area without anyone around to talk to. One of those bodies on the beds, positioned under a good amount of blankets, could be Jack. So close, yet so far away. Another chilling feeling.

"Are you the madam looking for Jack Dawson?" From behind me, an elder man who looked an awfully a lot like the Captain of Titanic asked me. Beside him was a younger woman, about the same age as me.

"Yes."

He nodded, his eyes not giving away any answers to Jack's condition. "Right this way."

I followed who I assumed to be the doctor into the darkened white room, staring at each bed. But it was hard to make out who the people beneath the sheets were. "What can you tell me, doctor?"

It was obvious to him that I wasn't going to wait for an answer much longer and when he looked up at me, I finally saw the grave condition I was about to be told about. "Miss…"

"Dawson," I answered with a slight smile. "Rose Dawson."

"Mrs. Dawson," the doctor continued, "Mr. Dawson is in a very delicate state. He is alive, but barely. His heart rate is low, as is his pulse. We have monitored his condition since he arrived and we've noticed very little change. Considering, he has not gotten any worse, which is a good thing, if only very little."

"What are his chances?" I breathed in deeply, fear rising from inside of me. Jack was alive, but for how long? The look on the doctor's face petrified me.

"As of right now, I do not think they are very good. Maybe a fifty, fifty chance, but that is only considering if his condition remains this way. As medical science is limited in many aspects, all we can do is keep him warm and pray for the best, Mrs. Dawson."

Determined not to cry, I nodded my head once more. "Can I see him, please?" It did seem somehow that Jack was holding on. His condition hadn't worsened and I hoped that his survivor words would kick in. I needed Jack and I prayed it worked both ways.

"Yes, ma'am," the nurse spoke instead. "He's the last bed on the right." They both smiled at me apologetically and then headed toward the main doorway where I stood moments before. Then, they began to talk in hushed voices. With a deep breath, I stared at the direction the nurse had pointed me in. Jack was only a few feet away. Alive.


Another boring Author's Note: I hope the langauge and dialogue is all right for this time period. I have a bad habit of putting in slang I use without realizing it. I did edit this, so I hope it's okay. Please let me know if I miss anything factually or things like that. I'm not perfect, haha. And please, please review, alert, all that good stuff. I truly mean it motivates me. :) Thanks.