ThomasAndrewsTitanicfan1337: Yes, I didn't see very many Thomas Andrews/OC fanfics. I just hope I do this one justice.
Chapter 2
Dinner Date?
DJ came out of her room and met up with the eight guys of the band. "You ready for tonight?" She asked fighting back nerves.
"Yes, Miss O'Brady we are. Are you ready to sing your song?" One of the violinists asked her.
DJ nodded her head. "About as ready as I can be." She said with a smile.
The nine of them went into the dining room.
DJ took a deep breath when she heard the music playing again that she was to sing to.
"Quand je vous aimerai?
Ma foi, je ne sais pas,
Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain.
Mas pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain." She said softly for everyone to hear her.
She took a deep breath when the music played for the lyrics.
"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
s'il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,
I'un parle bien, i'autre se tait,
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère,
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aimesi je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)Si tu ne m'aimes pas,Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime! (Prends garde à toi!)Mais, si je t'aime,Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi!Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,
il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;
si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)
Si tu ne m'aimes pas,
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime! (Prends garde à toi!)
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi!
L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
battit de l'aile et s'envola ...
l'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre;
tu ne l'attends plus, il est là!
Tout autour de toi, vite, vite,
il vient, s'en va, puis il revient ...
tu crois le tenir, il t'évite,
tu crois l'éviter, il te tient.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,
il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;
si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)
Si tu ne m'aimes pas,
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime! (Prends garde à toi!)
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi!
L'amour est enfant de Bohême,
il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;
si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)
Si tu ne m'aimes pas,
Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime! (Prends garde à toi!)
Mais, si je t'aime,
Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi!" DJ sang out fairly strong and perfect. She felt everyone's eyes on her.
The eight men that played with her clapped their hands.
DJ's face went a little red.
"Go and eat Miss O'Brady." Hartley said with a smile.
DJ nodded her head and headed towards where she saw Rose and Mr. Andrews.
Mr. Andrews stood up and pulled out the chair for her that was right next to him.
DJ smiled and took the seat. "Thank you." She said softly.
"You are very welcome." He said taking his seat once again.
Rose smiled at DJ. "Dorothy I didn't know you could sing in French."
DJ laughed lightly. "Well, no one would expect a half Irish lass to know French, but classical music is what they pay me for. So I kind of have to know it Rose." DJ said with a smile.
"Marvelous performance Miss O'Brady." Mr. Andrews said with a smile.
DJ's cheeks went pink. "Thank you."
Dinner went smoothly for the most part.
~DJ's Point of View~
"Everyone thank you for the wonderful time. I must excuse myself for tonight and retire for the evening." I said softly.
Rose looked at me. "Have a good night Dorothy."
I smiled. "You have a good night too Rose." I said as I carefully stood up. I bidded everyone a good night and headed out. I went out onto the deck where First class always went to when they wanted to do something. I leaned against the rail looking up at the stars. I remembered a song that my mother use to sing to me when I was younger and it kind of began to slip out. It was a sad one, but none the less it told me that she was right there with me.
"My song for you this evening
Is not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows
Of this troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking
And it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you about two friends one time
Isaac he was Protestant
And Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference
For the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening
When they heard the sound of drums
They said they won't divided us
We will always be as one
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together.
It was on a Sunday morning
When the awful news came round
Another killing had been done
Just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there
We knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead
We just could not understand
Now fear it filled the countryside
There was fear in every home
When late at night a car came
Prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight
To even up the score
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald
They have taken from the door
There were roses, roses
There were roses.
And the rears of a people ran together
Isaac was my friend he cried
He begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred
Have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye
That was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye
Till everyone was blind
Now I don't know where the moral is
Or where the song should end
But I wonder just how many wars
Are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders
Are not the ones to die
It's Scott and young MacDonald
And the likes of you and I
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together." I sang softly into the crisp night air.
"That's a sad song to be singing on such a wonderful night." I heard a male Irish voice say.
I whipped around almost causing myself to fall down. It was Mr. Andrews that had come out.
"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He said softly.
I smiled a weak smile. "It's ok. I get scared easily when I don't know when someone is near by." I said softly.
Thomas nodded his head in understanding. "I understand Miss O'Brady."
I laughed lightly. "Please don't call me Miss O'Brady. Call me Dorothy... Miss O'Brady makes me sound older then I really am." I said softly.
"Alright Dorothy." He said with a smile.
I felt my heart beat faster when he smiled at me.
"Why were you singing There Were Roses?" He asked me curiously.
I smiled a small sad smile and looked out towards the ocean. "My mom use to sing it to me. I don't know why." I shrugged my beaded fabric clad shoulders. "She just did. I guess it was her way of saying that even though that the song is sad it always had a meaning behind it." I looked at him.
"That is a strange way to put it."
I nodded my head. "Yeah I know, but that is what she always tried to explain to me."
He joined me looking at the ocean as well. "You are traveling alone?"
I nodded my head.
"Why is that?"
"My dad isn't well, my mom is taking care of him, and my sister has a husband." I said to him.
"And why are you traveling on this ship?"
I smiled. "This is the ship of dreams isn't it?" I asked looking at him from the corner of my dark brown eyes.
"Yes, it is." He said with a knowing smile.
"That is one of the reasons why I am on this ship." I said with a smile. "I know I am famous in Ireland. I thought why not go to America and see what happens. If it doesn't work there then I return to Ireland."
"When you talked to Rose earlier you said you were half Irish."
I nodded my head. "Yes, I am half Irish."
"I kind of figured that you weren't Irish at all since you don't have an accent."
I laughed lightly. "I only have it when I am tired." I said with a smile.
"That would explain it." He said with a laugh.
I tucked the dark brown bangs that were bothering me a lot next time I would pin them back when I did my hair.
"So could you tell me a little bit about yourself?"
I looked over at him in shock. I didn't expect him to ask about me. I couldn't really tell him much of anything except for my family and what I did here in this time. I wasn't even from this time. This could be a big problem for me if I said the wrong thing. "It depends on what you want to know."
"Well first question is how old are you?"
I laughed lightly. "A lady never reveals her age, but I guess I am not like a normal lady. I'm 23." I said with a smile.
"Sixteen years younger then me."
I shook my head. "More like 15." I said looking at him.
"15?"
"I have a birthday coming up in September." I said with a small smile.
"On what day?" He asked curiously.
"You aren't superstitious are you?" I asked raising a my black eye brow.
He shook his head. "Not really."
"The 13th."
"The 13th? Well I should've guessed that when you asked me if I was superstitious." He said laughing lightly.
I laughed with him. "Well, some people guess 23, and six as well. I don't know why. I guess it is the way the mathematics work with 23."
He nodded his head. "So if you get famous in America what are you going to do about Ireland?"
I looked over at him. "I guess in a way I have to say good bye to everything in Ireland." I said softly.
His light brown eyes softened when he heard me say that. "Say good bye to Ireland?"
I nodded my head. "I realize that is hard to understand." I said softly. "With my father ill and my mother is probably going to die of heartbreak and my sister is already married it kind of makes it hard to stay there. There's no one really holding me there except for them." I said softly.
"No husband or boyfriend?"
I shook my head. "No, no husband or boyfriend." I thought about my previous relationship and shuddered at the thought. I still had the wedding dress hanging in my house in the closet collecting dust.
He looked at me in concern. "Did something bad happen to you that you are willing to leave Ireland?"
I looked at him in surprise. "I guess you can say that." I said softly. "I was engaged a while ago and got out of it over a year ago. The guy was only with me because of what I was making from singing. He wanted the money and I told him no because I was going to put the money to good use. He got mad and left me for some blond girl."
He looked at me in shock. "And you are still torn up by it?"
I nodded my head. "I never cried though. I wouldn't allow myself to cry for him. Crying is for the weak."
"Crying isn't for the weak Miss O'Brady."
I looked at him. "I usually sing it out when I get sad thinking of him." I said sadly.
He put his hand on my shoulder. "Then why don't you sing it out?" He asked locking his light brown eyes with my dark brown eyes.
I looked down at my violet high heeled shoes that I had borrowed from Rose which surprised me that they fit. "I would, but it is a sad song... it might make you cry." I said softly.
"Sing if it will make you forget about him." He said squeezing my shoulder lightly reassuring me that he wasn't going any where.
I let out a sigh and took a deep breath. I didn't know why I was singing so much in a short amount of time. This would be the third time in the last two hours that I sang.
"You were once
my one companion
you were all
that mattered
you were once
a friend and father
then my world
was shattered
Wishing you were
somehow here again
wishing you were
somehow near
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here
Wishing I could
hear your voice again
knowing that I
never would
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental
seem for you
the wrong companions
you were warm and gentle
Too many years
fighting back tears
Why can't the past
just die?
Wishing you were
somehow here again
knowing we must
say goodbye
Try to forgive
teach me to live
give me the strength
to try
No more memories
no more silent tears
No more gazing across
the wasted years
Help me say
goodbye." I sang softly before I broke down into tears. I hadn't broken down in tears since he had decided to leave me and I had hardly cried then. With Thomas here I didn't think that I would have broken down, but I did.
He held me close to him.
I wasn't expecting that. I knew what would happen in a few short days. The Titanic would sink and Thomas would have to be convinced to go with me to 2012 and I had no idea how I was going to do that. I pulled away from him wiping my tears away. "I'm sorry." I said softly.
"You needed to cry love and you did." He said softly. "Do you feel better?"
I looked up at him and nodded my head. "Yes, I do."
"I'm glad." He said with a smile.
"I should retire to bed." I said softly making a fake Irish accent come through. "Thank you..."
"If you need anything love just come and ask me since you are traveling alone." He said with a small smile.
I nodded my head. "Have a good night Mr. Andrews."
"You have a good night too Miss O'Brady." He kissed the top of my hand and squeezed it lightly.
I headed slowly to my room. Tomorrow I decided that I would talk to Rose about what happened tonight. If I told her everything that is. I knew then that she would probably push Thomas and I closer and it wold help me out a lot more to get him to 2012. I quickly changed into a night gown that I had made in 2011 for just this trip. I took the pins out of my hair and allowed it to fall in loose curls. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and let out a sigh.
When I got back home how was I going to explain to my mom and sister about Thomas living with me and how was I going to explain to Thomas that he was in the year 2012 100 years after the sinking of this glorious ship? How was I going to get him to trust me after this? I didn't know, but I was going to have to try hard to get him to understand. This was probably the reason why they never found his body because I came to the past to stop Thomas Andrews from drowning or he drowned and was never found. I just knew one thing this wasn't going to be easy on me or him when he got to my time. I just hoped that he could trust me.
I tried to close my eyes and tried to allow sleep to take me. Tomorrow April 11, 1912 would be a start of something new. I was going to have to get closer to Thomas Andrews and it wasn't going to be easy.
That is the end of chapter 2. Please review to let me know how I am doing please.