ThomasAndrewsTitanicfan1337- I am glad that you love it. I hope you like this update.

Authoress Note: I redid this chapter. I deleted the old one and fixed this one. I took some things out. Added more. I didn't want the story to be the same as another story that was on the site that I had never read before.

Chapter 4

Remembering

"Yes, she is a hundred years old Mr. Andrews... She could die from being scared."

Thomas nodded his head in understanding.

"I have to go though." She said before turning to leave the bathroom to go back to where she was headed to before.

Thomas decided to go and follow her.

Sabrina walked into the preservation room. She looked back at the picture that Rose would soon want to see. She looked out of the corner of her eyes and saw Thomas standing there looking at what she was looking at.

Thomas turned his head away from the drawing that he had just saw. He knew it was young Rose that had talked to him.

Sabrina shook her head lightly. She saw that Brock, Lizzy, Lewis, and Rose had come into the room.

Rose looked at the drawing.

Brock had a picture of the Heart of the Ocean in his hand. The one that Sabrina had sketched into color a while back. "Louis the Sixteenth wore a fabulous stone, called the Blue Diamond of the Crown, which disappeared in 1792, about the time Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too... re-cut into a heart-like shape... and it became Le Coeur de la Mer. The Heart of the Ocean. Today it would be worth more then the Hope Diamond."

Thomas looked angered at what Brock was saying. He shot this look towards her.

She gave him a look saying that it was her idea to be hunting for the stupid thing.

Thomas's anger settled some seeing in her eyes that she meant the look that she was sending to him.

"It was a dreadful, heavy thing." Rose said softly.

"By god young Rose..." Thomas said softly.

Sabrina's eyes went wide at what she heard Thomas said.

Rose pointed to the drawing. "I only wore it this once."

"You actually believe this is you, grandma?" Asked Lizzy.

"It's me dear. Wasn't I a hot number?" Rose asked with a smile.

Sabrina cleared her throat softly looking at Brock.

Brock knew that he needed to cut to the chase. "I tracked it down through insurance records... an old claim that was settled under terms absolute secrecy. Do you know who the claimant was, Rose?"

"Someone name Hockley, I should imagine." Rose said thoughtfully.

Sabrina held up her hand to stop Brock from talking. Her eyes had a distant look as she looked at the drawing again. She was having another flash back just by looking at it.

Rose looked at Sabrina confused. "Mr. Lovett..."

"Sabrina..." Brock said, concerned about her. He had already slammed her up against the wall before. He didn't know what this look was about, but she was having one.

"Mr. Lovett what is wrong with Miss MacAlister?"

"She is having a flashback." Brock said.

Sabrina's hand came up to her chest and clenched her shirt in her hand where her heart was at. She collapsed backwards.

Brock caught her before she could hit her head. "Lewis..."

"Right boss." Lewis said as he picked her up taking her out of the room.

Thomas was torn to either stay here and listen to what was being said or go and check on Sabrina. He decided to listen quickly with what Rose had to say first before going to check on Sabrina. He watched Lewis carry her out of the room.

"Damn girl you need to stop doing that to us." He muttered as he carried her back to her room that was on the ship.

Sabrina slowly opened her eyes. "And you are too loud Lewis." She muttered.

"Well it is the truth." He said as he kicked her door open lightly to her room. He walked across the room and placed her down on the bed. "You stay here and rest."

Sabrina let out a sigh. "Fine."

Lewis looked at her concerned. "I do mean it. We don't want you to pass out again on us." He said softly.

"I know."

"Just relax... we will talk everything over with you later."

Sabrina nodded her head.

Lewis walked out of the room.

Sabrina shook her head and carefully got off of her bed. She got a cloth from her dresser and went into her bathroom putting cold water onto it. She put it onto the back of her neck. She shook her head. "As if I am going to listen to someone that isn't the boss." She muttered as she walked out of her bathroom. She walked out of her room and back to the room that they were in before. Sabrina walked into the room holding a wet cloth to the back of her neck keeping herself cool. She wanted to this. She needed to even though she was pushing herself.

Thomas looked at her concerned look.

She shot him the I'm fine look.

Brock noticed Sabrina was back in the room. "Sabrina..."

Sabrina shook her head. "I am fine Brock." She walked over to Rose and crouched down. "Are you ready to go back to Titanic?" She asked Rose.

Rose looked at her. "Yes, Miss MacAlister."

Sabrina walked with them to the imagining room where they were using the Mir one and two, and two ROVs, Snoop Dog and the Duncan. Sabrina saw Thomas sitting on one of the chairs that was in the room. She walked over to Thomas. "I am going to have to sit here too you know." She said real soft that no one else could hear her.

Thomas moved his legs slightly so she could sit down.

Sabrina's cheeks burned a little bit and sat down. She was surprised the Thomas was able to move to allow her to sit down and make it look like she was sitting down on the chair. Her back was against his chest.

Thomas could feel her heart rate go up a little bit with the closeness that was between the two of them.

"Live from 12,000 feet." Lewis said.

Rose looked at the screen carefully.

Sabrina tries not to look at the screens. She didn't want to have another flashback from the past. There were still a few people that she had to send and they were still aboard the ship. She knew that she had to send them all at once when she got the chance to.

"The bow's struck in the bottom like an ax, from the impact. Here... I can run a simulation we worked up on this monitor over here. We've put together the world's largest database on the Titanic. Okay, here..."

"Rose might not want to see this Lewis." Brock warned.

"She does. She's curious." Sabrina said softly. Her Irish accent came through.

Thomas looked at her wondering how a second generation Irish-American still had such a strong accent.

The visual of the Titanic appeared on the screen.

Sabrina knew what he was going to say. She knew that he wasn't right about a few points in this story that he was about to tell. She just shook her head and listened in.

"She hits the burg on the starboard side and it sort of bumps along... punching holes like morris code... dit dit dit, down the side. Now she's flooding in the forward compartments... and the water spill over the tops of the bulkheads, going aft. As her bow is going down, her stern is coming up... slow at first... and then faster and faster until it's lifting all that weight, maybe 20 or 30 thousand tons.. out of the water and the hull can't deal... so skrttt." He made the sound effect to make his point. "... it splits! Right down to the keel, which acts like a big hinge. Now the bow swings down and the stern falls back level... but the weight of the bow pulls the stern up vertical and then the bow section detaches, heading for the bottom. The stern bobs like a cork, floods and goes under about 2:20 a.m. Two hours and forty minutes after the collision. The bow pulls out of its dive and planes away, almost a half a mile, before it hits the bottom going maybe 12 miles an hour. KABOOM! The stern implodes as it sinks, from pressure, and rips apart from the force of the current as it falls, landing like a big pile of junk. Cool huh?"

Sabrina shook her head. She knew that he was wrong. That wasn't how it sank. She kept seeing it over and over again in her mind. She bit the inside of her lip to keep her from telling what actually happened when the ship split into two.

"Thank you for the fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course the experience of it was somewhat less clinical." Rose said.

"Will you share it with us?" Asked Brock.

Rose looked at the Titanic on the screen. Memories flooded back to her. She sobbed silently.

"I'm taking her to rest." Lizzy said.

"No!"

Sabrina looked at the older Rose in shock. She never heard someone change their momentum that quickly. Rose reminded her too much of her mother. A free spirit.

"Tell us, Rose." Brock said.

Sabrina quickly got up and went to her desk that was in the room pulling out a sketch pad. She grabbed a pencil and rushed back over to where Thomas was sitting. She quickly sat down and felt a pair of cold hands upon her bare shoulders. Sabrina tried not to look over her shoulder knowing that Thomas was holding onto her shoulders to keep her calm. She knew that he was there just in case she fainted again.

"It's been 84 years..."

"Just tell us what you can..."

"Brock shut it." Sabrina scolded him before she shut her eyes.

"It's been 84 years... and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in."

Brock turned on the mini recorder to record this session.

"Titanic was call the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was..."

Sabrina began to sketch a picture with out opening her eyes.

Thomas watched carefully over her shoulder watching what she was sketching. He realized what was being triggered for Sabrina to be sketching. Rose's words seemed to wash over her and her sketching was fairly quick for a young woman. Pictures that were from Rose's memory of the ship. He moved his head and saw that her eyes were closed. He hadn't looked at her that closely when she drawn.

Sabrina flipped the page and began to sketch again. Her eyes were still closed.

Thomas never got tired of seeing Sabrina sketching with her eyes closed. He thought that it was the most different thing that he had ever seen. He looked like a child at Christmas time eyes opened wide with fascination with what she was doing. He couldn't help, but look at the smoothness of her shoulders. He wish he could touch her with out her shivering.

Sabrina turned the page again and continued. She had gone through at least five pages since Rose had started talking. The pictures were drawn fast, but they still looked great for someone who was seasoned. Usually seasoned artists took their time with drawings, but not her. She was getting memories down in graphite before she forgot.

"Of course his gift was only to reflect light back onto himself, to illuminate the greatness that was Caledon Hockley. I twas a cold stone... a heart of ice. After all these years, feel it closing around my throat like a dog collar. I can still feel its weight. If you could have felt it, not just seen it..." Rose said softly.

"Well, that's the general idea, my dear." Brock said.

Sabrina's eyes opened up knowing that Rose was done telling the story for now. She knew that it was taking a lot out of this woman to be talking about something so grand.

"So let me get this right. You were gonna kill yourself by jumping off the Titanic?" Lewis scoffed. "That's great!"

"Lewis." Said Brock scolding the man.

Rose and Lewis both laughed.

Sabrina shook her head knowing that Lewis was joking. "Brock he's just jabbing." She said as she closed her sketch book.

"All you had to do was wait two days!" Said Lewis.

Brock looked at the clock.

Sabrina noticed the look that he had. It was taking to long for him.

"Rose, tell us more about the diamond. What did Hockley do with it after that?"

"I'm afraid I'm feeling a little tired, Mr. Lovett." Rose said.

"Wait! Can you give us something to go on, here? Like who had access to the safe. What about this Lovejoy guy? The valet. Did he have the combination?"

Sabrina sighed. "That is enough Brock. She's tired. Let her rest." Sabrina said ordering Brock to calm down. "You are just making it harder for her. She's older then we are."

Brock watched Lizzy take Rose out of the room. "Damn it Sabrina we were so close of having the information out of her."

Sabrina shot up to her feet getting close into Brock's face. Her shirt had lifted some revealing another tattoo that was of an Irish cross with tribal ink done around it. A tramp stamp as people would call it now a days.

Thomas was confused of why she had something so permanent on her, but he knew that this was 84 years later and this was the first time that he saw that tattoo. It still surprised him that women would get tattoos.

"Listen here you bastard. She's is one hundred years old. She don't need this shit from you. She called you remember? Give her time." Sabrina yelled at him.

Brock sunk back a little bit in shock with what Sabrina had said.

"Do you really want me to expose myself if you put so much stress on her that she dies and then I have to use my gift? I don't want to do that. You want me labeled as a witch to the Russians? I won't accept that Brock!"

Thomas watched her in shock. He had never once seen her blow up about something so trivial.

"Just think before you say something next time. You don't have to be a prying bastard to get your way. Let her do it her own way." She turned her heel and began to walk only to be grabbed by him.

She turned around. "I suggest you let me go." She seethed.

Brock released her. "I'm sorry..."

"Tell that to her when she comes out. She's the one that you should be saying sorry to. Not me. I'm going to go and rest. We've been at this for hours. I've been sketching for hours." She said as she began to walk slowly out of the room.

Thomas followed her. "You... blew up. I don't think I have ever seen you do that." Thomas said as he followed her more closely.

Sabrina gave him a look saying that she would be talking to him once she got to her room. She walked down another hallway to her room. She opened the door and went inside of her room. She ran her fingers through her pink hair. "Damn it." She said as she threw the sketch book onto her desk. "Get a hold of yourself damn it. You acted like a complete bitch to your friend that you have been hanging around for almost 2 years. I really should just go home and relax so I am not driving myself to the point in blowing up at him again. But there is a job that needed to be done. I have to finish my job." She thought to herself.

"He is still hunting for that diamond why?" Thomas asked.

Sabrina looked at him and scoffed lightly. "He thinks that it is going to bring a big payday for him which it will, that is if he can find it. Big pay day or not he'll know what to do. Treasure hunters all think the same anyways."

Robbie nodded his head. "You should rest. Tomorrow it looks like it is going to be a long day for you."

Sabrina let out a sigh. "I know."

Thomas looked at her. "Why did you blow up at the person that hired you."

"You saw how he was badgering poor Rose. She's old..."

"Rose... is a pistol. She can handle Mr. Lovett if need be."

Sabrina let out a sigh. "I know that, but I have to make sure that she rests. I really don't want to be trying to relay a message from beyond the grave for her to him." She said as she went into the bathroom and changed her clothes. She slipped on a tank top and a pair of boy shorts. She came back out and put her hair back into a short pony tail. "It's bad enough that I do it now with out being branded as a witch by them." She said as she walked over to her bed.

Thomas watched her carefully. He had gotten to know her over the time that he had been on the ship and he had grown accustomed to what she did. He was even use to what she was wearing now. He realized that women in this time weren't as modest with what they wore. He thought that this was probably a bad idea that he was looking at her form in the clothes that she was wearing. "I don't think they will brand you that."

"Devil's child or what ever you want to call it." She said softly. She kneeled at the end of her bed and did a little prayer to keep herself sane as Thomas thought it would. She carefully got up and held onto her cross necklace that she wore around her neck. She crawled into bed and covered herself up. She tried to drift off to sleep.

~Thomas's Point of View~

That poor girl has too much riding on her abilities. Why would someone want to use her abilities to the max. It isn't going to help her if she keeps fainting. This makes the fifth time in the last month that she has fainted. It's becoming too much I can tell just by looking at her.

I heard Robbie clear her throat.

I turned and faced him. "What?"

"You are starting to fall for her aren't you?" He asked me.

My eyes went wide. "I'm dead... I can't fall in love with someone who is living."

Robbie shook his head. "It has been documented to happen." Robbie said knowingly.

"How can someone who is dead fall in love with someone so alive?"

Robbie shook his head. "It isn't planned." He said softly. "She might be in love with you too, but I can be wrong. She doesn't fall in love easily "

I shook my head. "It isn't possible." I looked back at her. "Could I really be falling in love with her? Not possible." I thought. There was no way at all that I could be falling for her. Compassion for what she was going through yes, but love no.

~No One's Point of View~

There was a knock on the door.

Sabrina shot up and got up out of bed. She walked over to the door and opened it. "Brock what is it?"

"I'm sending you home for now."

Sabrina shook her head. "I've been out here for almost two years and now you decide to send me home? I still have ghosts to send and you know it."

Brock shook his head. "You keep fainting on us."

Sabrina shook her head. "I said I was fine Brock. I faint so? It is part of this gift." Sabrina shook her head. "And that isn't even half of it. You know that." She said softly.

"And you won't tell."

Sabrina grabbed his arm and pulled him inside of the room. "You really want to know what else I am hiding?" She asked softly. "Really truly?"

Brock nodded his head.

Sabrina whipped her head around to make sure that Thomas wasn't there. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw that he wasn't there. He must've went somewhere with her great grandfather.

"You looking around for ghosts?"

Sabrina looked at him. "I don't want them to hear this." She said as she looked at him.

"What is it come on. Tell me."

She let out a sigh. "Did you ever wonder why I look 37 instead of 27?" She asked as she fingered some of her pink hair.

"I've wondered, but I wouldn't press the matter."

Sabrina let out a bigger sigh. "I knew you wouldn't press the matter." She said as she looked up at him. "You already knew that I can see ghosts and probably touch them right?"

Brock nodded his head.

"I can also bring them back to life if I need to."

Brock looked at her in shock. "Bring them to life?"

"Yes... That's why I look older then I already am. I gave some of my life force when I was 14 years old. My mother had died of Leukemia and I gave her some of my life force to cure her because I needed her." She said softly.

Brock looked like he was going to pass out.

She let out a sigh. "See that is the reaction that I didn't want to see. You can go." She said shoving him out of the room and closing the door.

"You lied..." A Irish accent came into the room.

She knew who it was. "Me lie? No, just hidden the truth."

Thomas glared at her. "You lied about having a gift."

Sabrina shook her head. "As I said I hidden the truth. I can't keep giving my life force to someone else." She said as she walked to her bed. "Quit acting like you care. Ghosts don't care. They don't fall in love after they die." She hissed to him. "You have gotten use to me, but you haven't seen nothing yet. Now hold out your hand damn it."

Thomas shook his head.

"You don't want to know if you are ready to go yet?" She yelled looking at him.

"No, it looks like you need more moral support."

She shook her head. "Moral support? No, I don't need that."

Robbie came through the door. "You don't need me here either?"

Sabrina shook her head. "No, I don't." She said softly. "You already talked to me earlier about being sent."

Robbie nodded his head. "I know. It's my time to go. I just wanted to make sure that you lived through this."

Sabrina nodded her head. "The path isn't written in stone great grand da. It changes from time to time depending on what path you take. I have seven ghosts to send still. Six aren't ready, but one is." She said softly.

"It's almost midnight." He said softly.

She grabbed her jacket. "Come on." She said softly as she slipped her jacket on.

"I will as long as you promise me something."

"Oh and what would that be?"

"Leave here... or don't go back down to Titanic... Please."

Sabrina shook her head. "I can't. I have to finish what I started."

"Then what will happen to you after that. Your life energy I can feel that it is draining and draining quickly."

Sabrina gave him the so what look. She hated it that a ghost was interfering with her life. "It's my choice. I've sent over 5000 people to the other side." She said softly. "What's wrong with sending 7 more?"

"You know what you need to do if you need to send more than one person."

Sabrina shook her head. "I know." She knew what she needed to do and she was going to end up freezing if she did it.

"Send me tomorrow... you're tired now."

Sabrina shook her head again. "Tomorrow... Brock is going to the Titanic."

"Are you going?"

She shook her head. "No... I'm staying on the ship. But you two can go." She said softly. She wasn't going to admit if she went down one more time she would be out longer then what she was today.

"You want us to go?"

"Yes... I won't be good company. I have to finish writing that book over there." She said pointing to un finished book that was sitting on her desk. "I'll have a wire down there to listen... or I will just listen to it later. Just don't talk... recorders can pick up anything. Even the slightest sound that you make it will pick up."

"We will be careful."

Sabrina looked at Thomas and saw that he was still mad at her. "You're mad at me."

"You lied."

Sabrina scoffed. "What did you think we were friends Mr. Andrews? We aren't. I can't be friends with someone that I can't feel a heart beat from. You're fooling yourself."

Thomas looked hurt.

Sabrina tore out of her room. She didn't want to see no one look hurt, but it was true. She couldn't be friends with someone who was dead. She ran down the halls past Brock who was talking to Lizzy in the hallway.

"Lizzy wait here." Brock said, as he rushed after Sabrina.

Lizzy shook her head and decided to run after him to see what was all the fuss about. She knew nothing of this young woman, but she knew trouble when she saw it.

That is the end of the revised version of this chapter. Hopefully it is a lot better then the last version. I hope you like it. Please review.