Chapter 7! I don't know how well this one is going to turn out but I will probably be doing Rose's POV in this chapter. Maybe Jack's, but I'm not quite sure yet. Anyways, let me cut to the chase, or should I say the story. :)

Love and Joy,

Lauren:)

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Rose's POV:

When my eyes opened, I immediatley felt a pounding in my head. I held my hand up to the right side of my head, and felt some type of gause.

"You hit your head." I heard a familiar voice say. I looked over to my left and saw Emma sitting down in a chair.

"Hard." I blinked my eyes a couple of times, and forced myself with all of my strength to sit up.

"What, what happened?" I asked. She stood up and walked over to my side of the bed.

"There was a crazy driver driving in a car down the road, coming right at you, but someone," she said as she looked out into the hall "Someone pushed you out of the way." I furrowed my brows and tried to see what she was looking at in the hall, but I soon realized that that was impossible without falling over.

"Oh." I said. She smiled, but I could tell she was forcing it. It was the same type of smile I used to force when I was around Cal.

"Are, are they okay?" I asked worryingly. Emma held my hand, and smiled again.

"Yes, he is." she said. I smiled, and sighed a sigh of relief.

"Who was it?" I asked. Emma bit her lip, and for some reason hesitated to tell me.

"My, my um, friend, the one that wanted you to meet before." she said. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"Wow, how, nice of him." I said. Emma laughed.

"Yeah," she said "He is nice." I smiled.

"Is he here, may I speak with him?" I asked. Immediately, Emma shot up as her eyes went wide. I suddenly realized that there was something she wasn't telling me.

"Emma?" She smiled awkwardly, and started to walk out of the room.

"Uh, that's okay, you must be tired anyways, maybe another time." she said. As she ran out of the room, I got very angry.

"Emma!"

As I ran out of mother's room, I suddenly got very nervous. I knew she wasn't going to give up until she found out who saved her, but what she didn't realiez, is that he might have already saved her before.

When I walked down the hall, I saw Jack still sitting in the waiting room.

"Jack," I said "What are you still doing here?" He stood up and walked over to me.

"How is she? Is she awake? Can I talk to her?" he asked all at once. I smiled and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Good, yes, no." I said. His expression saddened after the last answer.

"Why not?" he asked. I shook my head and walked with him back down the hall.

"She's um, tired." I lied. He smiled.

"Okay." he said calmly. I rolled my eyes as we continued to walk, and talk.

After about a minute, maybe even an hour, I realized I had lost track of time, and what time it was.

"Oh, shit!" I said as I ran back towards mother's room.

"What?" Jack called from behind me. I turned around quickly.

"It's April fifteenth!" I replied, and continued to run.

As I stepped into mom's room, I instantly saw her sobbing.

"How long was I gone?" I asked the nurse. She took a look at the wall in the back room.

"About two hours." she said. I groaned. I walked over to mom as she continued to sob. I crawled up onto the bed next to her and held her tight.

"It's okay mom, just cry." I instructed. She leaned her head on my shoulder and sniffled.

"I, I just-"

"Shh." I interrupted. "Just, shh."

Later in the night, around eleven thirty or so, mom and I were still up, but we hadn't really talked. I didn't know if Jack was still here or not, but I didn't relly care at this point, all I cared about was getting some answers.

"Mom," I began. "I, I need to ask you something, and it might be quite hard to answer, considering the circumstances of the past day, but, I do really, need to ask you this." She sniffled again and looked up at me.

"What is it?" she asked between sobs. I sighed, and held her a little bit tighter.

"How, um, how did he die?" I asked. Mom gulped, and bit her lip.

"How did who, uh, who die?" she asked hesitantly. I cocked my head sideways and crossed my arms.

"Mom." I said angrily. She sighed, and wiped a tear that was streaming down her face.

Its, it;s complicated," she said. "It's a long story." I smiled, and wrapped my arm around her again.

"I've got time."

I cried.

And no, I didn't just shed a tear. I cried. Absolutely and positively cried. I made noise, I whimpered, I balled and balled and balled until my eyes hurt, and cried even more after that.

My moms story was so, touching, so magical, so... devestating, i didn't know wether my tears were tears of joy, or tears of sadness.

Then, it hit me.

"Like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body".

At first, I noticed that mom's, uh, for a lack of a better word, "friend" was indeed named Jack, but it didn't hit me that her story was exactly the same as Jack's until the end, when she promised him that she would, "never let go" or something like that.

Afterward, I just sat next to mom dumbstruck. I was in total disbelief. I had to tell Will, I had to tell Grace... I had to tell Jack.

"Honey," mom said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you upset." I wiped a tear that lingered on my cheek, and took a deep breath, not believing what I just heard, or should I say, not wanting to believe what I just heard.

"I, um, I-I'm fine." I lied between gritted teeth. I bit my lip and and crawled out of bed nervously.

"I just, I just need a walk." I walked over to the door and turned the knob nervously. As I walked into the hall, I instantly fell to the floor. I sat there for a minute, not knowing what to do, when I realized that someone had sat down next to me. Without saying a word, without even looking up to know exactly who it was, I fell into his arms. He wrapped them around me tightly, and instinctively, just held me. He didn't even have to ask, no, he didn't even have to know, what was going on, he just knew I needed someone, he just knew I needed him.

As Jack and I sat there, I realized something, something very important. My mother's name wasn't Rose Dawson, she had used Jack's last name, so there was only one other question I had that still needed to be answered, and that answer was one that could change both Jack's, my mother's, and my life forever.

"Jack," I said "I um, I realized that I don't know your last name." I said frankly. He looked down at me, confused, and raised an eyebrow.

"Ha, you're right he said," I gulped, and tried to listen, but as he spoke, something inside of me went snap, blocking out the sound.

"W-what?" I asked again. He furrowed his brows and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I said, it's Dawson."

SNAP!

Gosh I am soooooooooo sorry! I really do feel terrible! I got home yesterday VERY, very late, and after that I had to stay at my brother's football practice. Then today, my brother and I got into a fight so I couldn't go on the computer until seven! Errg, moms. Anyways, I was also extremely writer's blocked because I have another idea for a story that keeps creeping back in whenever I try to write this one. Again, so, so sorry!