A/N: Okay, so I'm watching Titanic while writing this and all of a sudden I hear, "he ship's bloody sinking! Let us up so we can have a chance!" and I'm thinking who is—Oh yeah, DUH! Tommy! I was so absorbed in my writing I forgot about the movie a bit ;) My grandma goes "How many times are you going to watch it before you get sick?" "Let me rephrase that for you, Grandma, I'll NEVER get sick of Titanic!" "You have to be the only person who knows everything about Titanic," "Sure… I know everything… I just now who boarded and who didn't ;) I'm a geek… Anyway, one passenger who canceled his trip had my last name! He kind of looks like someone in my family… or so my Mom says ;) So cool! Anyway…

Titanic: DON'T own it…

As I walked the Sky Deck, my mind finally cleared, I realized, my family must miss me so much. But to be honest, I didn't miss them. If they had paid the slightest bit of attention, they would have seen that I was unhappy. I didn't want to sound selfish, although I was very selfish, I wanted to be happy. I didn't care about the money, and I hated my parents for always fighting. I couldn't wait for Titanic to dock. To move to Santa Monica with Tommy to accompany me. Even though we really couldn't afford it, we were going.

Maybe Jack and Fabrizio could come with us… I stopped thinking about it. I was going to let it take its own path. As I walked back down to the lower deck from the stern, I heard yelling from above. "Close the watertight doors! Get the gates on 'D' Deck! She's gonna hit!" yelled Mr. Murdoch. I ran to the stairs that lead to the "D" Deck, where the four of us had our rooms, and knocked on Fabrizio and Jack's door. Fabrizio, yawning and bleary-eyed, opened the door. "Eliza?" he asked, his Italian accent husky with sleep. "Sorry to have woken you but where is Tommy's room?" I asked frantically. "Room D-27," Fabrizio answered, rubbing his confused eyes. I planted a quick thank you kiss on his cheek and ran off.

As I ran down the halls, the ship shook. There was a dim screeching sound that slowly faded, but the ship continued to sink. "Oh no," I said aloud to myself. Dammit! I saw the Captain get handed the iceberg warning just the other day! Why the hell had they been ordering more speed?

Once I found room 27, I knocked on the door frantically. I was thankful Tommy answered. "Eliza? What are you doing here so late?" he asked. "The ship… It hit an iceberg! I heard the crew talking about shutting the gates atop the stairs!" I panted. He didn't look so much alarmed as I did. How the hell could he not be even a little bit worried! I shook aside the thought. "We have to go, Tommy," I said. He came closer to me. By this point, I realized we were alone…

Very alone.

He leaned down and kissed me. "I guess that means we should hurry, huh?" he chuckled. I gulped. I didn't actually feel scared… I just felt… Different. Like I wanted this, even though the ship was sinking. "We should be going to the—erm—to the stairs," I whispered. It was a wild feeling sinking into the pit of my stomach. I wasn't scared.

…

My chest rose and fell quickly. Tommy had his arms around me. Once I caught my breathe again, I said to Tommy, "So, you room alone?" "No. My roommates are on the Sky Deck. Probably investigating the hit," he panted. I smiled. I hadn't realized how peaceful silence was. I always thought of it as ominous, but not now. The only sound that emanated around the room, was our breathing.

After a few long moments, Tommy said, "We should probably get going. Let's hope all the gates are open." I laughed, not wanting to get up. "Come on, Eliza," he chuckled in my ear. "Fine," I said.

Once we were ready, he grabbed my hand and we walked to the stairs. "Oh no, they've already closed the gates!" I yelled over the crowd of yelling men and women. "There has to be another way around!" Tommy said. He pulled me to the next set of stairs. There was an even larger sea of angry people. "Shit!" I yelled. A few angry mothers turned to look at me, obviously appalled at my foul language. I scowled at them to get them to turn away. "Tommy, what are we going to do? There aren't any other ways out!" I cried. Tommy looked me in the eyes, holding me at shoulder length and said, "We'll get out, Eliza, okay? Trust me?" he asked. "I trust you. You should know that," I smiled. He kissed my forehead and pulled me along to the next set of stairs.

It was the same thing over and over again. There wasn't one staircase that wasn't blocked. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I hissed mostly to myself. "We'll get out, Eliza. It won't be long now," he assured me. I didn't believe him. I feigned the look of belief, but it would only stay put so long…

"Where's Tommy?" I heard behind me. It was distant, but I heard it. I turned to see Jack talking to Fabrizio. It had been almost a half hour and we were still trapped behind these freaking gates. "For God's sakes! There are woman and children down here! Let us up so we can have a chance!" Tommy yelled. Now who's being calm? "Tommy!" I said. He turned to look at me. I pointed to Jack, Rose, and Fabrizio. "Come on," he said. He pulled me down the stairs. "It's hopeless this way!" Tommy said. "Well, there's got to be another way," Rose said. "There's not! We've been to every one of them. All locked," I said. Jack ran to the top of the stairs. "Open the gate!" he demanded. "Go back down the main stairwell," said the steward. "Open the gate!" Jack demanded again, only this time louder. "Go back down the main stairwell," the steward said again. "God dammit, you fucking son of a bitch!" Jack yelled. It was terrifying seeing the man I was good friends with, the one I joked with every day, this pissed.

I held Rose in a hug, almost shielding her from the terrifying Jack Dawson side. He stormed past the crowd to the bench that was attached to the floor. "Tommy, Fabrizio! Help me!" he said. Rose and I understood the plan. We began pushing people out of the way. "Put that down! Put that d—!" "1—2—3!" Jack yelled. The three men charged at the gate. "Again!" Jack yelled. They charged at the gate again and by this point, the gate smashed open. "Get back! Ge—," the Steward was out cold by one punch to the jaw from Tommy.

I knew I should be somewhat scared at this new aggravated, violent side from the three guys I knew so well in the past four days, but I wasn't. I actually felt wild. Well, on the inside. It was different. As well brought up as I was, I was actually feeling… Different. Running away didn't make me feel this way. It was knowing I was going to make it of this ship, even if that meant harming a few people.

Every man for themselves. Right?

A/N: Read and review as you please! Next chapter is NOT the last one!