I don't know why this chapter is only 800 something words long. It feels longer. Maybe if I sit here and tell you guys that you are all fantastic then I'll reach 1000 words. Anyway. You guys ARE fantastic. I'm sorry this chapter took so long. I was having computer troubles the last few days. Now I'll be updating again sometime today. I know the Doctor is calling himself John because it would be odd if he told everyone he goes by Doctor. Jack knows who he is and soon Rose will too. I changed something in the last chapter. Old Rose's name is Rose Pond so then I could use Amy Pond instead of Amy Tyler which in my opinion sounds weird. Ok did I reach 1000 words yet? No. Ok then what to say...Thank you again for the reviews, keep them coming they keep me writing. Please enjoy and since I've reached 1000 words...R&R!
"It's been 100 years..." Rose started.
"Just tell us what you can." Rory said helping her into a chair.
"Do you want to hear this or not Mr. Williams?" She asked him. He smiled and nodded. She smiled sadly and continued. "It's been 100 years...And I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in...Titanic was called the "Ship of Dreams". And it was...It really was."
Southampton England 1912-
She sat in the car with a bored look on her face as they made their final approach to the mighty ship Titanic. Her fiancée next to her smiled as he looked out the window.
"Oh that is brilliant!" He said with a huge smile on his face. She rolled her eyes and looked. She shook her head and relaxed back in the seat. She heard the horn honk several times making people move out of the way and got ready to depart. The door beside her opened and a hand was offered to her. She took it and rose from the seat and stepped from the car. She looked to the ship with sad eyes knowing this would be the last trip as a single woman.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about." She said. "It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania." Her fiancée, Mickey Smith, rolled his eyes and took her shoulders in his hands.
"You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not the Titanic." He said. "It's over a hundred feet longer the Mauritania, and far more luxurious." He let his hands fall from her shoulders and proceeded to help her mother from the car. "It has squash courts, a Parisian cafe and even Turkish baths!" He looked to her mother with a sarcastic smile as she exited the car. "Your daughter is much to hard to impress, Jackie." He said. She laughed lightly as she walked to fix Rose's hat.
"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable." Jackie said.
"It is unsinkable! God himself couldn't sink this ship!" Mickey said with a grin.
"There all better." Jackie said with a light smile. "You look like gold." She told Rose. Rose nodded once and looked back to the ship, waiting for Mickey and his bodyguard to walk them to the ship.
"Everyone ready?" He asked them. They both nodded. Jackie linked arms with him as Rose followed behind them. Feeling as though she was a slave, being brought to America in chains.
Luck. He was never one to believe in it. Especially with how his life had turned out. He'd come to Southampton from Cardiff, no real job, no money, yet he worked as hard as he could to a least get a honest meal in his stomach at night before returning home to his police box. He sat with his friend at his side and bet all his money in a game of cards with two Swedish men. He watched as one of the men placed two tickets to Titanic on the table and hoped to god that his hand of cards would win.
"John...Your an idiot, you bet everything we have." His friend whispered to him.
"When you have nothing, you have nothing to lose." John whispered back. His friend nodded and looked back to his cards. He traded cards with one of the other men, took a moment to think before discarding it and drawing another. "Alright. The moment of truth. Someone's life is about to change." He looked around the table. "Jack." He said. Jack nodded and set down his cards with a sigh. "Nothing..." John said.
"Nothin'." Jack said.
"Olaf?" John asked. The man set his cards down with a frown. "Nothing." He looked to the last man and watched him set down 2 pair. "I'm so sorry Jack." John said.
"You idiot! I trusted you!" Jack yelled.
"I'm sorry, you're not going to be in for work tomorrow or maybe the rest of you life!" He slammed down a full house on the table and smiled. "Because we're going to America!" John shouted and picked up the tickets.
"You lucky ass bastard!" Jack said. He racked in the money into his pockets as one of the Swedish men took John by the shoulders. He rose his fist and swung at the other man. "We're going to America!" Jack shouted.
"No mate. Titanic goes to America. In five minutes." The pubkeeper said.
"Shit! Jack come on!" John said running out the door. Jack followed closely as they ran their way through the crowds of people. They ran up the 3rd class platform and stopped just as a man was shutting the door. "We're passengers!" John yelled holding up the tickets.
"Have you been through the inspection queue?" The man asked.
"Of course!" Jack said. "Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans." The man nodded and let them jump aboard. Luck. He was never one to believe in it, until the moment he stepped foot onto Titanic. It was then he knew, he was one of the luckiest bastards alive.
