Disclaimer: Still not owning it. I own the DVD though! What's that get me? :D

Author's Note: Hello wonderful Titanic fanfiction readers. I once again apologize for the wait of this chapter. Sometimes, life just doesn't want me to update and when writer's block hits, you can't do anything about it, you know? But I finally plowed through a chapter. I think this is pretty good. Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter as well---I love reading them. There is nothing better than hearing that you enjoy the story on here. So, thanks once more. I think that's about it. So, enjoy!

Only in a moment, my life spun all around me. Intense flashbacks pulsed through my mind, crippling me, forcing me on the ground. I had a memory of Jack saving me from jumping, learning what a real party was, and one of my favorite memories, when Jack and I made love. Then there was horrible memories; being shot at by Cal, running through ice cold water in order to save Jack from death, and worse of all, thinking Jack was dead when the boats finally came back. These all went through my mind in seconds.

"Miss. Rose?" Samantha asked anxiously. "Should I call for a doctor?"

I couldn't answer her as my throat was dry. I looked up desperately trying to show that there was not an issue, that I was just shocked and overjoyed, but Samantha just stared back worriedly at me. Minutes passed by slowly and painfully but finally, I found my voice. "Who told you this?" I demanded softly, my voice awfully low.

"Why, a boy of about fifteen came by several minutes before your arrival with the news. I waited for your return, hoping that the happy news would brighten your day, Miss. Rose."

Shakily, I stood and smoothed out the creases in my dress. "This news is wonderful, Samantha. Excuse my poor behavior by the shock that has come with this. I must get to the hospital as soon as possible. Jack must be so confused."

Samantha smiled at me and looked around herself quickly. "I can prepare you a small supper if you would like, Miss. Rose and you could be on your way. I could also alert Mrs. Brown of your whereabouts so she does not worry."

Gratefully, I nodded at her suggestions and also looked around me. "I would like to change before I leave. This dress is filthy, I do believe. I will be ready to go in about fifteen minutes. Do you think you could prepare something on such short notice?"

Samantha tucked a few strands of hair behind her head, nodding eagerly. "Yes, of course, Miss. Rose. Go strip your dress and you will be ready to leave when you feel prepared."

I smiled at the young maid and hurried up the steps toward my room. I stepped inside, walking over to the dresser that Molly had provided me, pulling out a lavender dress that I found attractive. As I pulled the dirty dress off, I thought about how in a short time this room would not just belong to me, it would belong to Jack as well. We would struggle for a short period of time but then we could find our way, get back onto our feet. We would not have to live with Molly Brown.

Images of California and Jack's hometown floated into my mind. There were so many possibilities awaiting us. I couldn't wait to get to those possibilities and make them reality.

Minutes later, after combing my hair into a low bun, I hurried down the stairs, walking eagerly into the kitchen. I found Molly there, talking in her normal, booming voice. "Rose!" she bellowed, a wide, excited smile on her face. "Samantha tells me that Jack has awakened."

I smiled back at her. "So I have heard. I hope you do not mind, Molly but I would like to spend my night at the hospital with Jack. I feel I must. I miss him."

Molly nodded in understanding. "Of course, Darling. You take all the time you need. This house will still be here when you come back. Samantha, give her the meal." Samantha hurried over with a wrapped plate, steam seeping through the open cracks. "You tell Jack that I wish him well, Rose. Won't you?"

"Of course, Molly. Jack took a liking to you on…" I trailed off, not wanting to even mention the name of the damned ship.

She seemed to understand and nodded. "Go, Rose. Go be with Jack."

I hurried out of the house and down the still busy New York City street. Although it was nearly five p.m., the people of the large city were still crowding the already small streets. I pushed my way around them, trying to remember that they did not know of my situation, nor did I plan on alerting them of it. As far as I was concerned, the faster I got to the hospital, the faster I could be with Jack.

It took me nearly a half hour to get to the large, very scary building. I pushed my way around several bystanders, hoping I didn't seem rude. I chuckled, realizing that if I was with my mother at this point, I would have received quite the scolding and lecture. It dawned on me since the sinking I had barely thought of my mother and what had happened to her. Did Cal drop her once I disappeared? Or were they together somewhere, mourning my "death"? Surely, they were mourning the loss of the precious diamond that was in the dresser drawer at Molly's home.

Quickly, I walked to Jack's floor, my heart pounding. I never thought I would see Jack alive and awake again. Similar to the occurrence with Samantha, my legs nearly gave out. I instead forced them forward, knowing if I stopped now; it would be another wasted moment without Jack in my life. Call it desperate, but I wanted every second with him. I was now determined to make each day count.

"Dr. Benson!" I called out, spotting the older doctor near the nurse's station. I ran up to him, out of breath and panting much like a lady shouldn't. "Dr. Benson!"

"Mrs. Dawson," Dr. Benson greeted, smiling respectfully. "I suppose you have heard the news about Jack."

"Yes," I spoke, my voice quivering. "May I see him, Doctor?"

Dr. Benson took a clipboard from the nurse's station, reading over something I could not see myself. He made several humming noises over the next few minutes, tapping his pen against the hospital papers. "Mrs. Dawson, I do warn you. Although Jack had awoken from the coma, he is still very weak. His surroundings are unfamiliar and he is unable to speak at this point. We expect him to regain his memory as the day goes on. This happens to coma patients normally; it takes them a while to regain their surroundings."

He didn't answer my question. "I understand," I told him quickly. "Please, Doctor. Can I just see him?"

The older man nodded and instructed me to follow him into the room Jack had been in since arriving. I forced myself to take a breath and then walked in after him. For the third time that day, my knees shook. Jack was staring at the door, those beautiful and curious eyes staring back at me.

I lurched forward and ran to the bed, unable to control my tears. "Oh, Jack," I murmured, taking his limp hand into mine. He continued to stare at me and slowly tears welled into his eyes. I buried my face into his hand, holding onto it tighter, squeezing each of his fingers between mine, glad there was warmth there.

Jack continued to stare at me, those eyes—those eyes staring right into mine. Those eyes only made me cry harder and this seemed to bother Jack. His eyebrows furrowed together and he weakly raised his hand in mine and brushed it against my cheek. I smiled thankfully at him, kissing his fingertips, much like I had in the car. If it insinuated a memory, Jack didn't respond. Dr. Benson's words echoed in my mind. It would take him a while to become himself again.

"I'll leave you two alone," Dr. Benson whispered and ducked out of the room.

Jack and I didn't need to speak. We were communicating through our eyes, locked as if it held so much more than a gaze.

"I missed you so much," I whispered lovingly, taking my hand and running it through his hair.

Jack frowned and he slowly opened his mouth. "Don't cry," he protested, his voice feeble and strained. "Too… beautiful…"

Only Jack could say something like that at a time like this. I chuckled slightly, twisting my fingers in his. I didn't want to overwhelm him with the constant reminder of the doctor's in my mind. Soon enough, I knew I would have to explain our living arrangements and what he had missed in the several weeks he had been in the coma, but at that moment, I was content; I was happy.

"I love you, Jack," I told him, burrowing my face into his hand once more. "Just know that."

A few hours later, I awoke in a stiff position on a wooden chair. Jack was seemingly asleep and the skyline was painted a purple-pink color, suggesting it was near seven or eight and that tomorrow would be a beautiful day with a wonderful outlook for Jack and I.

I stood up and stretched, feeling my bones ache in protest. I didn't know how long I had been out of it, nor did I know if anything had happened when I had fallen asleep. I suppose I needed it. With all the excitement of the day, my body had shut down without my recognition of it.

When I turned back around, Jack's eyes were on me. He seemed more awake this time, a little stronger as well. I smiled lovingly at him and greeted him with a warm hello. "I see we both dozed off for a little while," I teased, easing myself back into the chair. "Can you talk, Jack?"

I didn't want to overdo it. He had gone about a month without talking, a month of his life just ripped from his grasp, but I was anxious to hear his voice, more than a protest about my tears. I wanted to hear him say my name, hear him say something beautiful.

He nodded slowly. "Rose," he whispered, voice low and unlike what I was used to – but it was a start. A grin spread across his face. "I told you I was a survivor."

This made a whole new stream of tears slip down my face as I laughed. Was it possible Jack had heard me claiming him to be a survivor over the past few weeks? Did he actually hear everything I had to say subconsciously? "You are," I agreed, toying with his hands. "You definitely are."

Jack grinned once more, squeezing my hand. We remained like that for a while until a look of confusion crossed his face and he looked at me curiously. "Cal," he croaked. "… w'happened?"

"Do you not remember the sinking?" I spoke softly, with somewhat of a worried tone in my voice.

He struggled for a moment, eyes closed and then they popped back open in slight distress. "No," he muttered quietly. "No memory."

I took a deep breath. I didn't want to relive that night; I wasn't even sure if I could repeat the kind of torture I had put myself through following the night in the ice cold Atlantic and on the Carpathia. It made me wonder if he would get those memories back eventually and I could avoid an explanation all together.

"I'll tell you when you're stronger," I murmured, patting his hand. "Just know we've both safe…"

He smiled at me, taking my hand and putting it up to his dry lips. Jack firmly placed a kiss on the opposite side of my palm and then held my gaze once more. This was such a rush of a feeling, having him to hold me and vice versa. It made me feel a whole new kind of whole, a feeling I hadn't felt in such a long time.

"Miss, visiting hours are now over," a voice said, and Dr. Benson entered the room. He smiled at me once more and continued assuringly, "Don't worry, Jack. She can come back tomorrow morning."

I nodded. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Even though I wasn't looking forward to spending a moment without Jack, I knew it was important that he got his rest so we could move on with our lives. So I kissed him lightly on the lips once, thanked Dr. Benson once more and was on my way through the nightlife of New York.

About half way home, I got the odd feeling I was being followed once again. I stopped several times, sure I had heard footsteps, but instead ended up brushing it off as paranoia.

"Oh, Rose."

I jumped several feet into the air and slowly turned around. There, somewhat hidden in the darkness was the man from the bakery by Tammy's. He smiled at me as if we were old friends and not just acquaintances. "Hello," I greeted.

"What is a pretty lady like yourself doing out here so late?"

I backed up a few steps. "I'm on my way home," I explained. "How about you, Sir?"

"I do believe I told you my name was David. No need to be polite here, Rose."

There was something about him that was making me uneasy. Maybe it was the fact that it was dark and I was a woman without much experience on the streets. Or maybe it was the fact that I hardly knew this man and did not trust him whatsoever. However, if he was a friend of my new boss, he couldn't be all that bad.

"David," I finally corrected myself. "Well, I must be getting home. I have a very long day before me tomorrow. I start for Tammy's shop."

David nodded and quickly bid me goodbye, tipping his hat in respect.

Shaking my head, I quickly picked up mystep and made it home in record time.

Another boring Author's Note: I feel as if I covered a lot in this chapter. So, David. Do you guys find him trustworthy? Or no? And yay for Jack! So, what did you think? Let me know!