Hi! Sorry I haven't uploaded in so long- I just got back from a trip. I love the untold spots in this movie- I can put anything in them! Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer- I sadly do not own the movie or any of the characters from the movie.

Cass's POV

The next morning I woke up in bed, and groaned as I tried to move. My foot hurt where it had slipped off the rail, and my back and arm ached from holding on to Jack. There was a light bruise on my stomach where I had flipped over the rail. Well, I reasoned, at least I wasn't dead.

I managed to roll out of bed and looked hopelessly in the mirror. My hair! I was going to see Jack this morning, and apparently being in another century didn't mean I would wake up with my hair perfectly curled. Groaning, I staggered over to the closet and looked at the impossible multitude of gowns. Um… the turquoise one, or the gold and yellow one? Maybe the blue one.

I was extremely relieved when the maid came in and clicked her tongue. "Miss, please sit down at your dresser." Why had I complained about this yesterday? It was a relief just to sit back and watch as someone else took over. She took out a white dress and laid it over the side of the bed, then took out a corset and a pair of pantyhose. I picked up the comb and began to work the knots painfully out of my hair. Once I had finished with that, the maid bade me stand up and helped me into my corset, tightening the bottom strings so hard I almost hurled.

"Um, can you go a bit… looser on the underwear?" I gasped as she continued to tighten the strings. "I can barely breathe!" The maid smiled sympathetically at me, but continued to cruelly pull at the cords. Finally she finished, my waist the fashionable size of my wrist, and I began to remember why I hated this era. The whalebone sides were biting into my ribs and bruise. The silk of the dress felt nice and smooth on my skin as I slipped into it, but the skirt was long enough where it was just easy enough to trip in but still look like a fool doing so. It even had a small teal train! How would I manage to look elegant for Jack in this thing?

An hour later, I had found Jack and was walking nervously with him on the first-class deck. He stuck out in his rough clothes, but since I was with him, no one questioned him. We had been walking in silence for a bit, awkwardly. Finally, Jack spoke.

"So… You got a name?" He smiled shyly and shoved his hands into his pockets, hunching his shoulders. Slowly, I nodded, tugging my skirt out from under my impractical shoes.

"Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater." Now it was my turn to blush and focus on the floor. Jeez, even my name sounded pompous.

"That's quite a name. I may hafta get you to write that down." Jack looked up, a grin spreading over his features, and met my eyes with his blue ones. I remembered the feeling of losing myself from last night and looked away to concentrate on not becoming Rose. Might as well practice. I could feel the tension between us.

"Mr. Dawson, I…"

"Jack."

"Jack." I looked up and grinned a little bit, before almost losing myself again and looking back down. "I feel like such an idiot." Jack's face turned from a bit amused to panicky, but I plowed on before he could stop me. A bit of Rose's anxiety slipped into my feelings. "I mean… it took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you."

"Well, here you are," Jack said after a moment. I laughed, surprised. Jack seemed to be as uncomfortable as I was.

"Here I am!" Then I laughed again, nervously. "I… I want to thank you for what you did. Not just for pulling me back, but for your… discretion." I met his eyes again, and was surprised when Rose didn't take over. Just a bit of her awkwardness filtered through. I relaxed a bit.

"You're welcome." He let a beat pass, then added, his eyes dancing, "Rose."

I realized I was letting just enough of Rose in to keep me on track and to tell me what to say, to guide me along her life. "Look." Her fury rose in me, and I almost giggled at how alike we were. We both had a quick temper. This time, though, her embarrassment diluted the torrent of anger that spilled from me. "I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl, what does she know of misery." I stalked ahead.

"No." This one word stopped me dead in my tracks, and I turned around as Jack continued. "That wasn't what I was thinking at all. What I was thinking was, what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?"

"I…" I stopped and looked at him, then sighed. "It was my whole world, and every thing in it!" I strode over to the side of the boat to look over at the rushing water. "And the inertia of my life!" Plunging ahead, and me, powerless to stop it!" I showed him the engagement ring Cal had given me, that the maid had insisted I wear. Of course, I had wanted to leave it off, so that I didn't remind Jack that I was practically a married woman, but whatever.

"God, look at that thing," he chuckled, taking my hand to look at it more closely. Then he looked back up, and his eyes were dancing. "You would have gone straight to the bottom."

I met his gaze. "Five hundred invitations have gone out. All of Philadelphia's society will be there, and all the while I feel I'm… standing in a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs and no one looks up. Jack's smile had gone, replaced by a look of concern. I breathed in deeply, sagging against the side of the boat.

"Do you love him?" Jack asked. I tensed again, at first bewildered. I was sure she hadn't heard right. Her knowledge told me how rude a question that was. Her reaction was so strong I lost control for a moment as she spit out a reply.

"Pardon me." As I regained control, I tightened my lips to suppress the torrent of anger that she was almost about to force me to unleash. Jack grinned humorlessly, then again, amused as he watched me struggle to control Rose.

"Do you love him?" he repeated. My mouth fell open. Rose was for once speechless. So was I.

"You're… you're being very rude," I protested, scrambling to put a sentence together. "You shouldn't be asking me this." Rose's hysteria was mounting. It was clear no one had ever asked her this before, or put her into any sort of position where she was talking to an impolite person. I knew how to deal with this, but I decided not to.

Now, Jack was very obviously trying not to laugh. "It's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?" I laughed in disbelief, then again, trying to search Rose's mind for something to say that wouldn't include sounding like I came from the 21st century.

"This is not a suitable conversation," I finally retorted weakly. Jack chuckled a bit as I fumbled for words.

"Why can't you just answer the question?" He seemed slightly bewildered that I was so opposed to answering. I didn't even bother to search Rose's thoughts this time- I knew she had just as little an idea of what to say as I did. Instead, I laughed in disbelief, again, and turned away, my hand on my forehead. My dress got caught on my shoe a bit as I spun around to face him again and I stumbled, then quickly righted myself and hoped Jack hadn't seen.

"This is absurd!" I finally blurted out when Rose got over her silent spell. "You don't know me and I don't know you." I kind of wanted to shut up then because Rose was messing up her chances with the hottest guy on the ship, but I kept talking anyway. "And, we are not having this conversation at all!" I watched at Jack crossed his arms and leaned against a mast. "You are rude, and uncouth, and presumptuous," why was he nodding? "and I am leaving now," I stuck out my hand for him to shake and he took it, "Jack, Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure, I sought you out to thank you and now I have thanked you…"

"And insulted me," he cut in, his eyes glimmering in amusement. I opened my mouth, Rose failing me for a moment.

"Well… you deserved it!" I defended myself, setting my jaw.

"Right."

"Right!" I continued shaking his hand until Jack looked down purposefully.

"I thought you were leaving," Jack stated, and I blushed a bit.

"I am," I scoffed, and let go of his hand, turning around to go. After a few steps, I turned around again to face him. "You are so annoying!" I began to walk away again, Jack laughing at my back. Then I stopped suddenly. "Wait." I began to walk back towards him. "I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave." With that, I thanked Rose for the comeback silently and pointed the opposite way, staring Jack defiantly in the face.

"Ohoho," he chuckled, tilting his head and squinting at me against the sun. "Well, well ,well. Now who's being rude?" I stared at him, looked around to share my incredulity with someone else, realized no one else was paying attention, and gave a breathy little laugh. Then I noticed the folder tucked under his arm, and snatched it.

"What is this stupid thing you're carrying around?" I opened it up. Inside were sketches. "So what are you, an artist or something?" I looked back at him. He was looking up at the sky. "Well…" I sat down in one of the deck chairs. "These are rather good." Jack sat down next to me as I amended, "They're uh, very good actually."

There were a bunch of them. A woman was holding her baby gently; a child was standing awkwardly with the help of two rough hands; and all of them were exquisitely lifelike. Jack was looking off into the distance when I glanced up at him. "Oh, they don't think too much of 'em in old Paree."

"Paris?" I asked, astounded. Jack looked up at me and nodded. I nodded back, slightly. "You do get around. For a p…" I looked down at his work, then stuttered, "Well... I mean… a person of… limited means…"

"Go on, you can say it," Jack chuckled, putting me out of my misery. "I'm a poor guy, you can say it." I blushed again, and bowed my head to hide it, flipping the page. A nude woman laid on her side, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. That didn't help my reddening cheeks.

"Well, well, well," I stammered. I flipped to another one, of a nude woman lounging before a mirror. "And… these were drawn from life?" Jack nodded, and a man walked past. Jealously, I hid the drawings from him.

"That's one of the good things about Paris," Jack said once the man had gone. "Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off." I looked up sharply at him. Seeing how serious he was, I laughed softly and flipped the page. A woman with dark hair looked luxuriously and shamelessly straight ahead. I flipped the page and there she was again, a close up sketch of her hands resting on her breasts.

"You like this woman." I looked up at Jack. "You used her several times."

"Well," he began, flipping the page to another drawing of her hands. "She had beautiful hands, y'see?" The shading detailed the lines on the delicate hands in the drawing, and the corner of my mouth turned up. The obviously had worked hard on these.

"I think you must have had a love affair with her," I said slyly, looking up at him. He full out laughed at this. I couldn't help but smile along.

"No, no, just with her hands. She was a…" he turned the page, "one-legged prostitute." I looked up, dismayed, then back down as he pointed to the paper. "See?"

"O-oh!" I said, a bit distraught by the crude likeness. Jack grinned and chuckled, and I managed to fake one as I turned the paper a bit.

"Ah, she had a good sense of humor, though," he said, a bit wistfully. He turned the page. "Oh, and this lady." The drawing was of a plump woman with a fur coat, a hat, and jewelry on, looking distrustfully towards the artist (Jack, I guess) and fingering a string of pearls as she reached for a glass of what looked like wine. "She used to sit at this bar every night, wearing ever piece of jewelry she owned, waiting for her long lost love." I looked down at the sketch. I could see that air now, that sad aura. "We called her Madame Viju. See how her clothes are all moth-eaten?"

"Well," I breathed, and looked up at Jack. "You have a gift, Jack, you do." Jack looked up from his drawing to look into my eyes. "You see people."

"I see you." He was still subjecting me to his piercing gaze. I straightened up a bit, and looked regally down at him.

"And?"

He studied me a bit. Then, he gave me a little smile. "You wouldn't have jumped."