A/N: hey you guys! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. That wasn't the planned ending but I decided it needed to be longer and Andrews is probably my favourite character so it worked out good :) This chapter & the next will most probably be short, but the one after that, which is…number seven will have the big twist which I can't wait to tell you guys!

Also, United We Stand was not meant to offend anyone; sorry if it did.

So, enjoy!

Jack had survived of course; that was the entire point of Thomas Andrews taking Rose down to the Titanic wreck, but he had fared a lot worse than Rose.

When he was dragged aboard the Carpathia and taken to the Infirmary, when he was not slipping in and out of consciousness, he could hear doctors bustling around him.

He'd gathered he was the only survivor to be pulled from the freezing cold water. This had made him shiver. One person. One, out of 1500. He had a bad flu and a bit of a fever, but other than that he was okay, although the nurses insisted that he rest.

At one point the doctors had thought the worst, but Jack, a born survivor, had clawed back, just about.

He had lived; that was the main thing.

He'd still bear the psychological scars of course; so would the other 700 people, but he had his life, and for that he was thankful.

"To making it count," he said to no one in particular, enjoying a hot meal.

An officer came, to ask his name.

"Jack Dawson. Um…there isn't a Rose on board is there?" he asked hopefully.

"Can't say; patient confidentiality," the officer replied and walked away.

Although he did not like to think it, Jack feared the worse until he was up on deck enquiring with an officer about Rose, who could not get her name right

"No, De-Witt-B-u-kater," said Jack through gritted teeth at the exact same time Rose said to another officer, "Jack Dawson?"

Both of them heard each other and very slowly turned around.

Not daring to believe their eyes, they ran to each and hugged and kissed as if there was no one else around.

"Wait," said Rose. "How on earth is this happening? Am I…dreaming?"

Jack didn't reply, but just nuzzled against her neck.

"Nope, I don't think I'm hallucinating," laughed Rose.

"Come on," said Jack. "Let's get some privacy,"

They found a quiet spot near the hull of the Carpathia.

"Oh my God Jack!" yelled Rose, throwing her arms round his neck, tears streaming down both of their faces. "I thought you were dead!"

"I'm a survivor, remember?" joked Jack with a shaky smile. "Why did you jump back on?" he said, serious now.

Rose lightly slapped him.

"Why did you force me to get on?" she asked, not mad with him, just curious.

"I wanted you to live," he replied.

"You jump, I jump, right?" she said. "Only after being in the freezing water, I didn't have the strength to hold on. I fell in to the water and smacked my head on a lifeboat I was supposed to be in. Never mind me, what about you?"

"What! You hit your head? Jesus Christ Rose, when I ran down and you weren't there, I figured they got ya back on the boat, so I went back and then the ship rose straight up in the air and-and-an…" he could not continue.

"Jack its okay, we don't have to talk about it," said Rose soothingly, looking in to his eyes. He looked at her with his beautiful baby blues. She knew they weren't just looking at an iris and a pupil. They were looking in to each other's souls. Rose knew at that moment that they understood each other. Titanic had brought them together, but its sinking had united them deeply. There were some things you could not do without forming a deep bond. Surviving a sinking ship was one of them.

"I love you Jack," said Rose.

"I love you Rose," said Jack, kissing her.

"I wonder if there's anywhere here we can go to the stars," said Jack, teasingly.

"Very funny," said Rose.

"Oh shit. Rose, follow me now!" Jack whispered urgently, taking her by the hand and leading her to where most of the survivors were. They tried to blend in to the crowd.

But it was no use.

The man had eyes like a hawk. He was, after all trained to shoot one down hundreds of feet above in the air and Jack and Rose were only feet from him. Rose was that bird, trying, trying to soar above, to get free, but it had taken an eagle to show her how. Now here they were, being shot down.

"Rose."

Hearing her name, Rose turned round, immediately regretting her decision.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was short, but it's mostly for impact and a bit of writers block. Chapter five will be very long; prepare yourself!

R & R please :D

Hope ya enjoyed

Hannah x