Hi, sorry it took me such a long time to update. School and other stuff has gotten in the way. Then we went on vacation for Turkey Day. So now I'm updating. Yay me. Oh and by the by, go back and read the last chapter, maybe both. Ok, go on with the disclaimer.

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Ok, after that little emotional bit, lets get this par-tay started!

Rose woke up, chest hurting from crying so much. Unlike the last time she had woken up, she remembered everything. She didn't want to. She really wished she could forget everything and go on with life. But she couldn't. She could go on, but she couldn't forget.

She realized quite suddenly that she was starving. That was to be expected, though. She hadn't eaten since... She couldn't remember. A lot of the last few days had gotten blurred. She couldn't sort one day from another.

Rose got up from the bench on which she had been sleeping, stretched he stiff limbs, then went off to ask someone where she could find a place to eat.

Jack woke up to the blonde woman checking him over. "What's the day and time?" he asked.

"It's the second day after the sinking, at eight in the morning. You have recovered. You probably have no idea how lucky you are. One of seven to be saved from the sea. One of three to have swam to the boats after the ship sank. There were four who were found still alive in the water. Most of the other people are in our care. One has pneumonia. You will probably have a cold for a while, and that is all. You are free to go when you wish, after you eat."

She gave him a tray of food. He had to force himself to eat. Only six people had been saved out of the water? What are Rose's chances? One out of thousands?

"Miss?" he said softly, barely being able to get the words out.

"Molly. Please call me Molly."

"Molly, how many people were saved?"

"About seven hundred. About fifteen hundred died. I told you yesterday, remember?"

He did. His stomach turned over uncomfortably. What were Rose's, Fabritzio's, Helga's (Fabritzio's girlfriend) and Tommy's chances of having survived? Very small...

"Jack? Mr. Dawson? Are you feeling all right? Your face just got very pale. Eat, by the way. What's the matter?"

"They're gone," he said, heart pounding and frozen as the iceberg that was causing him this misery. "All of my friends, gone." He had enough sense not to tell a total stranger how he felt about Rose.

Her face softened in sympathy and understanding. "Oh, I'm sorry. There's still a chance, though."

"Not much of one. Me and my mates, we were in steerage. I figure not many lived." To his horror, he was beginning to accept the fact everyone he cared about had died. He didn't want to accept it. It wasn't right. Molly did nod when he said not many people lived. That just finalized it. They were all dead.

"Seeing as you've finished your meal, you're free to go. Good luck finding your friends and family. If you need anymore help, or if you get sick, come to me immediately. We should be arriving in New York in two or three days. Anything I can do for you until then, just ask..."

"Thank you, Molly," he said slowly, "I will." He left the room, and started walking around the ship.

Rose had asked one of the passengers where she could find something to eat, and the kind woman had pointed her in the direction of a dining room. She started walking towards it, looking down. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she bumped into a man. She looked up to apologize, then completely swallowed her words when she saw who she had bumped into.

"Hello, Rose," said Cal in a cold voice, "How nice it is to bump into you."

"'Nice' is not exactly the term I would use," she replied, not bothering to keep hate out of her voice.

"So tell me, why didn't you come to first class where you belong? You led your mother and I into thinking you were dead. What a horrible thing to do. A bit selfish. Your mother was so worried."

"I wasn't trying to hurt her, I just never wanted to see you again-"

He hit her across the face. "How dare you! Go against me! You will marry me, weather you want to or not. I always have my way, girl!" Even though she knew he loved her, she also knew of his temper. He lost it. It was on a train to Siberia right now.

"No, I will not marry you, and you can't-"

She never got o finish the sentence. Cal had pulled back his arm and hit her hard on the head. She fell to the ground as a blonde haired man ran up to Cal and punched him in the nose. Rose assumed, from the blood spurting out of it, that it was broken. She registered all of this in a daze. She gripped hard to consciousness. But that seemed to be accompanying Cal's temper to distant lands. The man who had punched Cal was yelling at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You could have killed her! You fucking son of a bitch! I you have hurt her I'll kill you-"

The man's voice sounded so familiar, but Rose thought Cal had it her too hard (which he had, but still). The man hit Cal once more, knocking him out, then turned and rushed to her.

She nearly fainted. It couldn't be, he was dead, she had seen him die, sinking to the bottom of the ocean. But here he was, kneeling beside her looking as surprised as she felt, yet he also looked blissfully happy. She reached out and touched his face, just to make sure he was real.

"Jack..." she breathed, before he started kissing her passionately. When they broke apart, she said, "Jack, I thought you were dead, I'm so sorry, I let go, I-" She meant to continue, but he was kissing her again. He pulled away, but he held her face in his hands, stroking her cheek. "I thought you had died, too," he said, "but I knew there was a chance of you being alive, so I swam to the surface. I know I'm lucky to be alive." Then his face changed. "You look sick. Your eyes are red and you're pale."

"My eyes are red from crying so much. I have a slight cold, and the doctor who looked me over said it would be a little while before I would fully warm up. He says it's a miracle I'm alive."

Jack's heart turned over when he heard how she had been crying. He knew that she had cried for him. There really was nothing and no one else on board that she cared about, besides her mother, and she knew she had lived. He was also a bit worried about her. "What did Cal do to you?" he asked.

"Well, he yelled at me, hit me, then very nearly cracked my skull," she replied airily. At the horrified look on his face, she said quickly, "I was exaggerating about the cracked skull." He elbowed her playfully, then said, "You nearly gave me a heart attack. Let's go," he said, as he saw people were staring at them and Cal was beginning to stir. They walked into the dining room that Rose had been heading to before, sat down, ate, then walked around the ship together. They didn't talk much, but they were so relieved that they were alive and together, all they needed was each other's company for the moment.

They waked toward the bow of the ship just before dinner. Jack was just holding Rose, and she leaned into him. They breathed slowly, and the atmosphere around them was so peaceful.

Then Jack felt a hand on his shoulder. He was forced around, and at the same time, someone pulled Rose away from him. Rose screamed. "Jack! Jack!" she called, but she was being dragged away from him. Jack was struggling with a man who had just managed to put handcuffs on him. A third man was talking to Cal, who was nodding. Jack's eyes hardened in hate. This was the man who was always at the center of his and Rose's troubles.

Cal turned to Rose, smirking. "I told you I always get what I want." Turning to Jack, he said, "You are charged with violence and attempted murder."

Rose stamped on the foot of the man holding her, trying to get away. When she heard what Jack was accused of, she nearly screamed in frustration. "He didn't try to kill you and you know it! He just hit you! How dare you! GET OFF ME, GODDAMNIT!"

Rose had had enough. She wanted to get away from this man, she wanted to go to Jack, she wanted Cal to evaporate and leave them alone. She picked up her foot and kicked as hard as she could where she could reach. She was struggling madly; the man could hardly keep his grip on her. He finally hit her hard on the temple with his gun; she dropped to the ground as he let go of her.

Jack was ready to kill watching all of this. If God would have granted him enough strength to do so, he would have broken out of his handcuffs and mauled all four men. But God wasn't feeling generous towards Jack today. He had given him his love back, but that was all Jack was getting, it seemed. Memories of a few mere hours with her. However Jack was no weakling; he too struggled wildly. But, with his hands tied behind his back he couldn't do much. He did manage to kick one where the sun don't shine, and that disabled him for a while. Maybe he wouldn't be able to reproduce, thought Jack hopefully.

But eventually, the two other men overpowered him. He was locked in a room, empty of everything. He felt a creeping sense of déjà vu. The last time he had been charged for a crime and locked up it had been on a ship condemned to sink. And he also couldn't shake the feeling that the last time Rose had nearly believed them. This time it wasn't like that; they had to knock her out to stop her from fighting for him. That thought warmed his heart. But there was still the fact that he was locked in a room with his hands chained and no way of getting out until the boat reached New York. And then he'd be sentenced to jail, at best. At worst... he didn't want to think about it.

He didn't know how long he'd been in there when the door opened. He looked up dull eyed, expecting it to be Cal or one of his men. But he was surprised at the sight of Molly, the woman who had taken care of him before.

"Mr. Dawson-" she said but he interrupted her.

"Jack," he corrected.

"Fine, Jack, I heard two men talking about how they had locked you in here for attempted murder. I was about to tell them that you wouldn't nearly have enough strength to kill someone, when I decided against it and just came here to get you out. What did you do to that man to make him hate you like that?"

What had he done? "Well, for one, I stole his fiancé. That pissed him off all right. I'm a poor guy, so he thinks I don't deserve her. I punched him a couple of times for hitting Rose. The girl," he quickly explained at the confused look on her face.

"Well that don't sound like attempted murder, but that would not be the best thing to do. So when did he come and lock you up?"

"Around sunset. Rose and I had gone to the front of the boat, and they came. Rose put up and amazing fight. But then one man knocked her out and..." his voice trailed off, but Molly looked as though she understood.

Then her face changed. "Rose... Rose... I know I know that name... I think I was helping the doctor who examined her. Red hair? Pale skin? Blue-green eyes?" He nodded for each of the questions. "She looked pretty upset. Her eyes were all red. And she had nearly frozen. Do you know where they took her? I can find her. But I have to get you out of here first..."

She took out a hairpin and picked the lock on his handcuffs. In about a minute she had undid the lock. "They have no right to chain you up for something like that. Are they English?"

"No, but that won't stop them," was his reply.

"Well, they will be in America, as soon as they get to New York, so the laws of England, or wherever they were will no longer apply. You have the right to a fair trial, as you very well know."

"Yeah, I know, but you I wouldn't put it past Cal to have me killed or something. Yes, I know he's horrible," Jack said quickly at the look on her face.

"Well, stay in here, I'll get... What was her name? Rose?" At his nod, she then said, "Does she go by any last name?"

"DeWitt Bukator."

"Thanks."

"No," Jack said meaningfully, "thank you. So much. And Molly? If she doesn't believe you, start singing 'Come, Josephine on my flying machine...' Do you know it?"

"Yes," she said, confusion written all over her face, "But why-?"

"Just do it. Thanks again." He turned away from her.

"I'm going to lock the door so they don't know you're out. I'll get Rose then come back with her. And when she comes, I'm going to get you two an empty room, so the man... Cal, you said his name was? Won't find you. Ok. Bye."

What a good woman. She couldn't be much older than he was, maybe the same age. She was so nice. And understanding. With the comfort of knowing he'll see Rose in less than an hour at most, the time passed quickly.

Rose came around with a furious pounding in her head. Her first thought was for Jack. Was he hurt? Then she remembered: Jack being put in cuffs, torn from her. Then one of the men had knocked her out...

Had they already gotten to New York? That question was immediately answered, for she felt the engine rumbling below her.

She had been sitting for quite awhile, thinking hard, when the door opened. It was dark on deck, but she could just make out the shape of a woman.

"Miss DeWitt Bukator?"

You hate me, right? I know, I know... But I had to do it! The chapter just kept going and going... But I finally updated! YAY! And on the side, Molly is NOT in love with Jack. And nor Jack with her. Molly is just a nice person doing some good, and Jack is gone. Long gone. For Rose. And she for him. Yay. Pokiefulness. Ok, moving along...

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