Wish Upon a Star

Chapter 3: Déjà-Vu

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Titanic or any of the character and references mentioned in this story. They belong to their rightful owners.

Rose was shoved around her hotel room. Everything went by so fast. Rose still couldn't comprehend how exactly she was living in the past. She still remembered everything about the Titanic. It just sank a few days ago. Didn't it? The next thing Rose knew, she was in the car next to her fiancé Cal on the way to the supposedly sunken ship.

"Rose darling, what are you thinking about?" Cal spoke to her. Rose couldn't help but grimace at him calling her darling. Apparently, her face was showing her confused feelings.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about what the Titanic might look like." Rose faked her happy expression. She definitely couldn't stand Cal now. In reality, she just wanted to slap him. She couldn't stand the sight of him anymore. She smiled as she thought about Jack once more. He was actually going to be alive again. She just hoped he would win his lucky game of poker once more.

"It will be amazing, dear. The Titanic is the ship of the century. It's the grandest ship in the world at the moment. It will surely be the most luxurious ship we'll have ever been on." Cal replied.

Rose faked another sincere smile. Her thoughts were too busy with Jack. She wondered if her experience on Titanic would remain the same. She knew she would have to attempt suicide again so she could meet Jack. After that, she and Jack could live a whole new adventure. Hopefully, the ship would actually dock in New York instead of at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Suddenly, the car came to a stop. Rose looked through the car window happily at the ship and the memories it would surely create. The chauffeur assisted Rose as she got out of the car. She was wearing the same outfit she wore the last time she'd seen the ship. She looked just as stunning in the purple stripped outfit as before. She looked under the brim of her massive purple hat to see the Titanic once more. She remembered how unimpressed she'd been the first time she'd seen it. She decided to have some fun and repeat the history she still remembered.

"I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania." Rose did indeed still believe that. The Titanic looked just like any other old ship.

"You can be blasé about some things Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over one-hundred feet longer than the Mauretania and far more luxurious." Cal replied. Yep, everything so far was going exactly the way Rose remembered it. She winced as she heard Cal and her mother discussing how "unsinkable" the ship was. She knew exactly how sinkable it really was.

Soon Rose, Cal, and Ruth were boarding the ship. Rose was busy thinking about Jack. She wondered if he had boarded yet, or if he was in that pub somewhere outside winning his ticket. She laughed as she remembered her past thoughts when she'd originally boarded the ship. This time, the ship wasn't chains, but a new beginning. If everything went as planned, she and Jack would be living happily ever after in New York when this trip was through.

Rose went into her cabin suite and began to place her Picasso paintings around the room. How could Cal not love these paintings? She knew for a fact she had a real taste in art unlike her "fiancé".

The rest of the day went normal for Rose. She went to one of the same typical first class lunches. There she met Mrs. Margret Brown for the first time. She couldn't help but to fall in love with the woman all over again. She was so normal. Sure she had money like everyone else at the table, but she still had a personality. Rose was beginning to remember why she'd attempted suicide in the first place. No one had any personality. It was all about money and looking good. No one was fun. When could she meet Jack exactly? Oh yeah, tomorrow when she attempts suicide again. This time though she'd have no intentions of actually dying. It was the only way she could think to meet Jack again.

A thought suddenly came to Rose. Why didn't she just try suicide tonight? Jack might be there. She knew she couldn't be sure though. She then remembered how she'd spoken her opinion at this lunch about the male obsession with size. She'd been lucky enough to sneak away. Maybe she could look for Jack now. He might be somewhere on the decks. She knew she couldn't speak with him yet, but she could at least see his face.

Rose repeated the past, leaving that boring lunch. She definitely wouldn't miss this life. She walked over to side of the ship, admiring the view around her. The Atlantic truly was beautiful the way the sun reflected off the waves. The sky was once again clear and beautiful. Rose glanced at the decks below her. She could feel herself smile internally as she saw Jack on the decks below. She noticed him staring at her as well. Rose looked away pretending not to care about him. Curiosity took over. She had to catch a few more glances of him. Fabrizio and Tommy were with him. Jack's portfolio was visible in his hand. She so badly wanted to jump off and run to him. She knew it wouldn't be long until she would feel his embrace again. She just couldn't wait. Her happy moment was ended all too quickly though as Cal came up to her. He began leading her back to their suite, all the while telling her that she should never behave that way again. She waved him off in her mind. Her thoughts were busy with Jack.

The next morning, Rose followed the notions like any other day. Inside, she was ready to explode from excitement. She would finally get to see Jack again. After all, she was planning to "commit suicide" that night. She went through the boring lunch and dinner routine once again. After living it once more, she remembered exactly why she'd planned to commit suicide in the first place. No one seemed to care about her at all. She didn't matter. She was Cal's item. She was expected to sit back and look pretty. She wasn't able to have an opinion or to even speak without being addressed. Rose was extremely happy to finally be able to leave. She couldn't wait for Jack.

Rose rushed to her room attempting to make herself look depressed. She had to make her second attempt at suicide look convincing. Heck, if Jack wasn't there she might actually commit suicide this time around. If Jack wasn't in her life then life wasn't worth living. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to make it look as messy as possible. She carefully took off her jewelry, but quickly tossed it across the room. She needed to convince more people than Jack that she was attempting suicide.

The next thing Rose knew, she was running as fast as her heeled feet would take her across the Titanic's decks. The majority of the way she was smiling. Finally! Finally, she would see Jack alive and well once more. She forced herself to look depressed. She was already crying happy tears, but her expression would make anyone believe they were sad tears. She noticed Jack's bench as she walked by. She'd seen someone there, but she wasn't sure if it was Jack. Rose just kept her fingers crossed.

She walked over to the side of the ship looking over the rails. The last time she'd done this she wasn't afraid at all. Now that she knew just how cold the water below her was. To make matters worse, she now knew exactly what it felt like too. Rose crawled over the railing, making sure to be as careful as possible. Wow, it really was a long way down. Yep, Rose knew why she crawled back over the rail now. No one in their right mind would actually have the guts to jump from here, no matter how much they wanted to die.

Rose heard the faint sound of footsteps behind her. Please let it be Jack. She thought.

"Don't do it." The sweet sound of Jack's voice entered her ears. She wanted to turn around, jump off the railing, and fall into his arms; but she couldn't do that yet.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer." Rose's memories were automatically speaking for her. She wasn't thinking for herself then. She turned around and took in Jack's sweet appearance. He was here! He must've won that lucky hand of poker again. He was wearing his same brown trousers with his plaid jacket on top. His wheat brown hair was blowing around slightly with the ocean breeze. Jack's gorgeous sky blue eyes were as blue as ever. Rose almost let go of the rail.

"Come on. Just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over." Jack replied. He cautiously approached her with his hand outstretch. Rose so badly just wanted to give in, but she had to be convincing.

"No. Stay where you are. I'll let go." Her brain was screaming at her hands to keep a strong grip. She most definitely did not want to let go. Jack smoked a last drift from his cigarette before throwing it overboard.

"No you won't." He said once more. Now Rose knew why she hated him to begin with.

"I can do whatever I want. You're not my father." She replied. Okay, so this wasn't exactly how this happened before; but it was close enough. To her surprise, Jack chuckled at her.

"I certainly hope I'm not your father. I'd feel pretty darn guilty if I were to find my daughter dangling off the side of a ship. Now come on, you've got a whole life ahead of you. We both know you're not going to jump off. You would've done it already. Now come on, I'll pull you back over." Jack came even closer to her reaching his hand out.

"You're distracting me. Go away!" She replied the first thing that came to her mind. Rose was too busy having fun irritating Jack now.

"I can't. I'm involved now. You let go and I'm gonna have to jump in there after ya." Rose was once more experiencing déjà-vu. She watched as Jack began removing his coat and shoes.

Instead of replying like before, Rose just stared back down at the water. She knew she wanted to be with Jack again, but she did want to change some of the things that happened on the ship. She didn't have to keep every detail of the past the same.

"I guess I'm really hoping you'll just come back over the rail. I'm not looking forward to jumping into that freezing water down there." Rose just continued to stare at the water. "Have you ever been to Wisconsin?" He randomly decided to ask her again. Rose eyed him funny once more. She never could quite figure out why he'd asked her that before. "They have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there in Chippewa Falls. Anyway, I was ice fishing once. You know, ice fishing is where…"

"I know what ice fishing is!" She snapped back again.

"Sorry, you just seem like a kind of indoor girl. Anyway..." Rose finally began to tune Jack's speech out. She'd heard it once before. She knew that in a few minutes he'd be helping her over the rail. History would play out once more.

"Guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail and get me off the hook here." He finally ended his talk to her. Rose eyed him for a while, trying to look mad. She turned around beginning to climb back over with his help. Wait. Didn't something bad happen…? Rose began to ask herself.

Rose automatically screamed as she felt herself falling. She felt Jack's grip on her hand tighten immediately. Rose looked up at him with an expression of pure fear.

"I've gotcha! Try to pull yourself up!" He yelled trying with all his might to pull Rose back up. Eventually, she was yanked over the rail, falling comfortably into his arms. This time they didn't topple down to the floor. At least we'll be able to skip that awkward memory. She thought.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked looking at her with utmost concern.

"Yeah, thanks. I don't know what would've happened if you weren't here." Rose said smiling sincerely at him. "What's your name?"

"No problem ma'am. Name's Jack Dawson. Nice to meet you Miss-"

"Rose Daw-Dewitt Bukater." She was lucky enough to catch herself. Luckily, Jack didn't notice.

"I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down." He chuckled at her. Rose laughed with him. She did always hate her long name.

She looked up to notice the crewmen who heard her screaming. Thank goodness they weren't lying on top of each other this time. Rose just noticed that Jack was still holding her from pulling her over the rail.

"What's going on here?" The crewman asked.

"Don't worry. There aren't any problems here." Rose replied calmly. As if fate was against her and Jack, Cal came up with his stupid manservant, Lovejoy.

"What do we've here, Rose? What are you doing to my fiancé? This is unacceptable." He automatically began yelling at Jack for no reason. Jack had an obvious annoyed expression on his face.

"Cal." Rose said to get his attention. "It was just an accident, a rather stupid one actually. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning forward to see the propellers and I slipped. And I would've gone overboard, but Mr. Dawson here saved me and almost went over himself." Rose once again was speaking with her memories. She knew she wanted to change a few events this time on the Titanic, but it was so much easier to repeat the past. She was going to spend a lot of time thinking tonight.

Everything repeated the same as in the past. Soon, Rose was walking back to her cabin with Cal. Jack ended up being invited to dinner once more. Rose would soon enough actually be with Jack again. She couldn't wait. Rose was going to change up her time with Jack this time around.

She smiled one final smile at Jack as she left with Cal. Her heart melted as she saw the same smile returned. First thing tomorrow she was going to get to know her love all over again. She couldn't wait. Finally, this would be the beginning of their forever. Rose was going to change a few memories this time on the Titanic, but they would be just as fun, if not more. As long as Rose's new memories were spent with Jack, they would be the greatest she'd ever have.

A/N: Thanks everyone who's been reading, reviewing, favoring, and adding this story to alerts. I know I've basically followed the movie so far, but the next chapter is where all the fun is going to begin. I figured some things just have to stay the same, but there will definitely be changes next chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed! J

-titanicandkhfanforever