Disclaimer: I do NOT own Titanic or any of the characters. I only own Anna and Harmony.

Foreword: I finally get to write chapter two! YES! =D I want to thank my very good friend Samantha for lending me her DVD of Titanic, which allowed me to be able to continue writing! THANK YOU SAMANTHA! I hope you all enjoy! I would like to point out I'm attempting to put in the deleted scenes as well. And now I present, CHAPTER TWO!

Chapter Two: The Titanic and All Its Glory

I stood frozen by the side of the Renault. I felt paralyzed. I felt like I couldn't breath. I stared at the Titanic and the crowd standing on the docks and the people lining up to go through inspection. I saw the people walking up the gangplanks to get onto the ship. I glanced down and saw myself in a very familiar looking outfit.

I wore an over coat and a matching skirt and most likely some sort of white blouse or button-down shirt underneath the coat, seeing as I felt the collar at my neck and the tie gripping around the collar. The coat sleeves came down to my wrists and the hem of the skirt fell just below my ankles. There were thin black stripes on the coat and the skirt was had thin black stripes with a few black buttons. The collar of the coat that was flipped over to be able to be seen was an extremely dark purple as well was a band of the dark cloth around my waist. I found my hands covered by white gloves, which the edge was pulled down a bit to reveal, yet again, more purple. I gently reached up and touched what I felt on my head. A large, over done purple hat.

I was frozen in shock. I couldn't believe it. I was there in Southampton, standing mere yards away from the Titanic. And I wasn't some random passenger. I'm dressed as Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater. If I knew the movie as well as I do, I knew who just stepped out of the Renault behind me. And on impulse, I began to speak.

" I don't see what all the fuss is about." I began. Then I turned and looked behind me, right into the face of Cal Hockley. He stood in his light coat, with matching trousers, a white button-down shirt with a white vest and grey-blue tie. His hands were gloved in deep tan leather and rested atop a walking cane very similar to the one in one of my hands. He had a hat topping his head, covering his hair. I remembered how much I hated him.

" It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania." I said with a slight amount sarcasm.

" You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over one hundred feet longer than the Mauritania. And far more luxurious." Cal said leaning forward on his walking cane towards me with a smile.

I turned away from him to stare at the ship. And I also needed to catch my breath. He called me Rose. I am Rose. Oh my God… this isn't happening… It CAN'T be happening! No, it shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be possible. I must be dreaming! I looked around to make sure Cal wasn't looking and that no one else would see, and I angrily pinched a piece of skin that was exposed on my wrist. I winced in pain and I certainly didn't wake up. I was still surrounded by the crowd surrounding the Titanic. Cal Hockley was still standing behind me. And I knew whom he was turning to help out of the Renault.

" Your daughter is far too hard to impress, Ruth." I heard him say with a chuckle. I turned a bit to see the fiery haired Ruth standing beside Cal. She laughed a bit, looking at me.

" So this is the ship they say is unsinkable." Ruth said walking forward to stand by me. Her hair stood out more with her wearing a green coat and she definitely drew attention with her odd hat with a huge feather sticking out of the front.

" It is unsinkable!" Cal gestured to the ship with his walking cane. " Even God himself could not sink this ship!" He told Ruth. As Ruth began to urge me to walk the other side of the Renault, I wanted so badly to grab her and tell her it wasn't unsinkable. That it would sink and we would be on it. But if I'm in the movie, I didn't know if I changed something if that would effect anything. And I certainly didn't want to screw anything else up on the already doomed voyage.

" Ladies, let's hurry up." Cal said taking Ruth's arm and leaving me to walk behind them, in front of their- our maid, Trudy. I remembered one almost missed line and turned to face Trudy as we walked.

" My coat?" I asked her before turning my head to look at the ship.

" I have it miss." Trudy assured me. As we passed where second class and third class passengers were going through the health check, Cal released Ruth's arm and came to stand beside me. He held out his arm with a smile. I looked down at my feet and slowly laced my arm through his.

Cal Hockley was thirty. And, at the current moment, my fiancé. I shuddered internally as I felt him pat my gloved hand. We began up the gangplank and I felt my heart begin to pound. I was about to step onto the doomed ship. I was about to step foot inside Titanic. I internally began to panic. I knew I probably wouldn't die, seeing as if all the characters in the movie didn't die, I shouldn't die. But the who idea of almost drowning wasn't the best feeling. Ruth stepped through the door and kept her head held high.

As Cal and I stepped through the door the two Stewards said,

" Welcome to Titanic." They smiled at us. I didn't return the smile. I already felt what Rose felt. I already felt how trapped she felt. The way Cal was holding my arm was like he was holding me so I couldn't escape. Like he was preventing me from leaving. And God, I wanted to let go of this man's arm, and run away from him, tying to figure out how the hell I got here.

As we walked through the mazes of halls I couldn't help but forget how I felt and stare at the grandeur of the ship. The walls were beautiful and every once and a while there would be an ornately carved piece of wood. We made our way to the first class rooms and found our rooms. As we stepped in I just about lost my breath. The walls were carved mahogany gilded with gold towards the top. There was a large mirror and the fireplace I remembered each detail from the movie. The clock resting against the mirror, the couch, the gilded pieces on the side and top and the lamps on the walls. Cal released my arm and went to follow a steward, who was explaining everything to him. I removed my hat and Trudy took it, setting it on the mountain of hat boxes before continuing to put them away. I walked around the room, trialing my fingers gently on the back of the couch, the wood on the walls, everything I could touch.

At this point, I couldn't help but smile and laugh a bit to myself. I'm on Titanic. I'm standing inside the ship! The actual ship! As horrible as my position with Cal is, and the fact I can feel the corset I'm wearing crushing my lungs, I had to say, this was pretty cool. I as I looked at the couch I saw a flash in my memory from the movie. Jack. I was going to meet the actual Jack Dawson. I felt a slight head rush and I laughed a little more to myself. I was being such a girl. Of course, I since I saw the movie for the first time I was in love with Jack. And I couldn't believe I was here. I looked up to the mirror and froze.

I half expected myself to look like Rose. But I didn't. I looked basically like myself. I walked to the mirror and stared. My hair was still the odd mixture of brown and the slight red sheen to it, but as the sunlight hit my hair, the red sheen stood out more, but it was obvious I had brown hair. My hair was naturally curly on its own, but now it was obvious the curls curled more, and had probably had also been curled. Elegant earrings hung from my ears, and I still had my piercing sky blue eyes. I saw I had a bit of make up on my eyes and a deeper pink-red lipstick lightly coated my lips. I removed my gloves and touched my cheek, as if to make sure I was really here, and I really looked this beautiful. I stared at myself a bit longer, blinking a few times before I saw someone carry a crate of paintings inside and Trudy walk over to them.

I had one painting in mind that I wanted to find. As we began to search for it Trudy pointed to one.

" Is this the one?" She asked. I looked at it closely and shook my head.

" No… it had a lot of faces on it." I said recalling the painting then pulling the exact one out. " This is the one!" I said smiling at the painting. I took the sides of the large canvas and held it up staring at it.

" Do you want all of them out, Miss?" Trudy asked me.

" Yes. We need a little more color in this room." I said glancing around. The room appeared to have a color scheme to it- mahogany, dark crème, and gold. As I held the painting up to the corner I turned and gently rest it against the couch.

" Put it in there. In the wardrobe." I heard Lovejoy said to a man bringing in a few pieces of luggage. I never got his name. Lovejoy. He's neither loving nor joyful. We should just call him Killjoy and get it over with.

" Oh god, not those… finger paintings again." Cal said coming into the sitting room from the private promenade. " They simply were a waste of money." Cal said leaning against the door frame. He had removed his bowler hat to reveal his carefully brushed thick dark brown hair, his coat was absent and he was sipping at some Champaign.

" The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some." I said to Trudy, setting another painting on the couch. " They're fascinating." I kept my face straight the entire time. I tilted my head as I looked at a painting of a man, but it seemed to be made all out of triangles. " It's like being inside a dream or something." I said smiling a bit.

" What's the artist's name?" Trudy inquired curiously peering at the painting.

" Um… something Picasso?" I said, honestly forgetting Picasso's first name. I smacked myself internally. I took a class on classical art in high school. I should have remembered it.

" Something Picasso?" Cal mused, walking into the room as I lifted a painting and started to walk towards the bedroom. " He won't amount to a thing." He said. Oh, how wrong this man is. " He won't. Trust me." He looked at Lovejoy. " At least they were cheap."

I walked into my room and looked around.

" Let's see…" I said looking around the room. I walked over to the vanity and set it down there.

" It smells so brand new!" Trudy said with a smile. " Like they built it all, just for us!" I held out my arm to take the cuff links out of my jacket sleeves. It felt awkward having her do it. I, myself, wasn't the richest person on the planet. But, at the moment, I needed to act like I was. " I mean, just think about it. Tonight, when I crawl between the sheets, I'll be the first!" Trudy said to me as she smiled. I smiled back at the dark haired woman. I had always liked Trudy in the movie. She seemed like a likeable person, and indeed she was. She moved to my other wrist. Together we laughed quietly.

" Oh, Trudy." I said fondly.

" And when I crawl in between the sheets tonight, I'll still be the first." Cal said walking in. My face immediately fell. Cal nodded with his head for Trudy to leave.

" Excuse me, Miss." She said with a nervous curtsy before she quickly left. And Cal doesn't scare just me… I turned my back on him as I heard him shut the door. I stared at the picture resting on the vanity.

" I'll be the first and only." Cal said setting his glass of Champaign down and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his body pressed to my back as I stared at the wall. He leaned his head close to mine as he rested his chin on my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. I shut my eyes and forced myself to stay put. He was smiling and I was internally gagging. This man was honestly disgusting. I remembered this deleted scene. I remembered how much it made me hate Cal more.

I stiffly turned my head and quickly kissed him on the cheek. I felt him kiss my shoulder and I stared at the wall. I now knew what Rose had meant when she said she was screaming on the inside. Because at the moment, so was I.

Later in the evening on our way down to dinner, Ruth and I left the elevator and we passed another one of my favorite people in the movie, Molly Brown. I had been fidgeting with the earring on my left ear, and Ruth gave me a look as we passed Molly. I didn't return a look but dropped my hand and looked at the engagement ring on my finger. I'm seventeen and Cal is thirty. That's over the line of creepy. I dropped my arm to my side and waited for the time I could get the painful corset off my body.

OOOO

Later in the night I felt relief as Trudy unlaced the laces on my corset. I took in a deep breath of very much welcomed air. My lungs were thankful for the release from the pressure that had been on them. I slipped into my nightgown and removed the pins from my hair, letting it tumble down and rest at my shoulders. I slid into bed and shut off the lights. I shut my eyes and had to laugh a little again. I was going to bed on the Titanic. This should be impossible, but it was happening. I'm slightly weirded out that it happened, but I'm also kind of intrigued and happy that it happened.

No matter what I felt, I thought as I fell asleep, I don't really care at the moment. Because tomorrow, was going to be a big day.

OOOO

The next morning when I awoke I blinked a few times, thinking maybe it had been a dream. A very realistic dream. But as I sat up I saw the ornate walls and the painting by the vanity. I smiled a bit. I stood and stretched before sitting at the mirror. My hair was a bit of a tangled mess, so I reached for a brush and yanked it through my hair. As I did so, the curls would straighten out a bit so they ended up in waves then when I stopped they slowly returned into curls.

I set the brush down as Trudy entered my room with my dress, under dress and corset and shoes. The dress was pale green with a slight yellow sheen to it, the sleeves consisted of just lace, a green silk piece covered the front where if it hadn't been there, it would have exposed some of the skin on my chest, there was a red band under my bust where a orang-red flower sat in the front before the skirt flowed down in layers of fancy white lace over pale green silk.

Trudy allowed me to change into the under dress before she wrapped the corset around me and began the most painful process of my life.

" Hold the post on the bed please, Miss." Trudy said kindly. I gripped onto the tall bed post and gasped loudly as Trudy began to yank at the laces. With every yank, the corset became tighter and I was feeling a bit more faint. By the time she had finished my body was throbbing. I looked at myself in the mirror and found I looked extremely thin. Almost sickly thin. Trudy helped me pull the dress on and then the same with the stockings and shoes. She sat me down in the chair and helped me do my hair and make up. I then put in small gold flower earrings and a green necklace. And, of course, my engagement ring.

I spent most of the morning exploring the room then standing out on the private promenade and watched the ocean sail beneath us. I smiled at the water and I knew there was nothing but water ahead of us. I knew that right now, somewhere on this ship Jack was doing something. And as Ruth told me to join her for lunch, I knew exactly where Jack was. He would be standing at the bow of the Titanic with Fabrizio. They'd be shouting and whooping and joking about seeing the Statue of Liberty. Jack would be shouting 'I'm king of the world!' and as I was ushered into the dinning room, I would do anything to be there with them.

Afterword: So there is chapter two! I hope you liked it! I ended it there simply so I could finally post it, and I'm already working on chapter three! It may be up later in the day. The probability of that is very strong! Again I thank my friend Samantha for letting me borrow the DVD!

I would love and appreciate reviews to know what you think of the story so far! Thanks for reading!