A/N - Hi everyone... apologies for breaking away from my very frequent updates, but I've gotten to a point of my story where I feel like revising it, and that is why this chapter took so long - I tweaked it until I was happy with it! It took a lot of work... Anyway, I hope you like it! This chapter is quite fluffy but hey!;) Feel free to leave a review, they really help to motivate me! :)

~Okaly~

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Fabrizio POV

"New York! I see it!" Shouted Fabrizio, attempting a run to get Rose to move a bit faster.

Here it was! He was finally here – after all he'd been through. Standing up at the railings, he pulled Rose up too, doing his best to ignore the searing pain originating in his feet that soared throughout his entire body.

"You see, Rose? That's where we will live! I to be a millionaire and look after you! We will have adventures!"

For the first time in what had felt like forever, she genuinely smiled – and it was such a beautiful thing. Her entire face lit up as her eyes sparkled, colour flushing through her cheeks and bringing her back to life. It gave him new hope, and after secretly grinning at her first show of happiness, he looked back at the city he was destined to belong to.

Even in the dark, he could make out the buildings outlined by the ash black of the evening sky. "Come Rosa!" he cheered, grabbing her hand and stumbling towards the ladders so they would be some of the first off the ship.

People were crowded at the dock where Carpathia would come in, journalists, photographers and family members alike – all fighting to know who had lived and who had died.

This was his new adventure – a chance to have a new start at life – and he was not going to waste it!


Rose Pov

We walked down the gangplank, and when I finally stepped foot on dry land I had never felt so relieved in my life! I had made it to the other side, with at least one person I knew. The most relieving thought was that I had Fabrizio to teach me this life – free, poor and happy. I wasn't thrown in by myself!

We had been told that we could stay the night at the Waldorf Astoria, and I couldn't even begin to feel how relieved I was yet again. A roof over our heads until we figured things out was exactly what we needed.

I was nearly blinded by flashes as I tried to shove my way through the crowd of people pushing to see the survivors, cameras thrust into my face. I tried to keep my head down, keep a tight clutch on Fabrizio's hand, and keep walking.

Finally, we got to the Statue of Liberty, and the rain began to fall in big droplets, drenching my face – but it felt refreshing. My tears could slip away with nobody noticing, and I silently sobbed to myself. Fabrizio told me not to move whilst he looked around for the hotel Titanic survivors were allowed to stay in for the night, and I shuddered with the cold, tucking my bare hands into the woollen pockets of Cal's coat, my left hand resting against something hard. Furrowing my brows in confusion, I picked up the first object and slowly slid it out of the pocket, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in shock – the heart of the ocean!

I quickly dropped it back into the pocket, feeling around for anything else, before I felt the rough touch of paper. Pulling it out, I was holding a small stack of hundred dollar bills, all bound together by an elastic band. I shook my head in disbelief, a mischievous grin spreading across my face before dropping them into the pocket once more. Cal had lost three things precious to him that night…

I looked up at the sky, trying to imagine Jack's face laughing as he danced with me in third class, but was interrupted by a British voice:

"S'cuse me love, can I have your name please?"

It hardly even crossed my mind as I spoke clearly: "Dawson. Rose Dawson."

"Thanks," he nodded, scribbling something down onto a clipboard and walking away to ask the next person, leaving me to my thoughts


Fabrizio POV

"Here it is!" Announced Fabrizio, walking Rose into the hotel lobby. Fabrizio had never seen anything so grand, and he marvelled at the chandeliers and posh people milling about, the men in suits carrying suitcases, the music being played in the background by a band; it felt like he was royalty.

Rose was used to things like this, but seeing it from a new perspective brought the grandeur straight back to her. Fabrizio walked over to a desk and started speaking to the man behind it.

"Hello –we are, er, from the Titanic."

"Names?" he asked, pulling out a list.

"Fabrizio DeRossi and Rose Dawson."

"Very well," he smiled, handing a key with a number on it to Fabrizio. "Floor 3, room 36."

The room was clean and basic, with two single beds, a mirror, a chest of drawers and a small window overlooking the harbour.

Fabrizio walked in and dumped the pile of his belongings onto one of the beds, then flopped onto it and let out a satisfied sigh, laying there for a few seconds before sitting up and looking at Rose, still stood at the door and carrying her few belongings.

"Guess what?" she asked, placing her stuff on her bed before laying on it too.

"What?" He asked, rolling onto his and propping his head up with his hand.

There was a knock on the door and Fabrizio quickly scrambled towards it as Rose gathered her coat and hid behind the bed. Tentatively, he opened it a fraction before peering at the visitor outside. "Harold!" He exclaimed, before throwing the door wide open and ushering him inside.


Rose POV

Good greif! Rose thought as she stood up again and carried on sorting her belongings.

"Hello, Rose!" He smiled.

"Harold," she nodded, continuing with her jobs.

"What er, bring you here?" asked Fabrizio.

"Ah, well it turns out there's not enough rooms for everybody requesting them, so they asked me if I knew anybody that would be willing to let me share with them, so I just came to ask you." He replied.

"O'course! You stay with us here."

Brilliant, the last thing I need is to have Harold around again… I thought glumly, before I sat on my bed and pulled up the covers. Harold excused himself to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity to finish telling Fabrizio about my discovery.

"Fabri!" I hissed, and he snapped his head round to face me.

"Look at what I found!" I pulled up the coat and a few bills. His eyes widened in disbelief. "We can go and buy some new clothes tomorrow, and hopefully there will be enough to buy a flat for us!" He came over to count the bills and found a total of $1200. I wasn't going to tell him about the damond just yet – that would be my little secret…


Rose POV

"This one is nice." I smiled, pulling at a simple pale green dress. I looked at the price, and it was well in our range. I picked up some socks, a pair of simple shoes, a nightdress, some underwear and a knitted cardigan. If Cal could see me now…

Fabrizio came back with a few things – pants, braces, shirts, a pair of boots and a jacket. On the way back we stumbled upon a food market, and me, having no knowledge whatsoever on how to cooks, left Fabrizio to pick up different foods and spices. It didn't cost too much, and we hobbled through the streets with our shopping bags and dumped them in our room. Now to go and find ourselves an apartment!


Fabrizio POV

"We'll take it." Rose tried to smile at the owner. They had just found a place to live, and agreed a rent. It was well within their budget, and not in too bad an area. Sure, it needed dusting, and a few new pieces of furniture wouldn't hurt, but it was the most that Fabrizio had been able to call his own in years.

The previous owner left, and Rose set about trying to place their belongings in the few cupboards. It was a small place; consisting of one bedroom, a kitchen area and place to sit and a bathroom.

"You have the bed Rosa, yes?" He asked, and Rose looked in. A double bed. It would fit them both in easily – but how indecent!

"No, you have it." She tried and failed to be assertive.

"I insist, you to have it!"

And that was settled. Fabrizio would sleep on the dusty couch in the 'sitting room'

To their luck, there was a market just a few streets away, and they bought a few cheap blankets, candles, pots and pans and all the essentials.

Fabrizio started cooking up something that smelt amazing over the stove while Rose attempted to wipe away the dirt from their apartment. The little patch of sunlight on the floor in her bedroom slowly disappeared, and candles needed to be lit. She placed them on the splintered wooden table in the kitchen as Fabrizio laid down two steaming plates of a food she had never seen, or smelt, before – but she was instantly draw to the bowl. Responding to her quizzical look, he grinned.

"Pasta!" When he could see that meant nothing to her, he added: "A dish form Italy, for you. Just try, See if you like!"

She spooned a twist of 'pasta' into her mouth, and immediately smiled. It was so full of flavour! Like nothing she had ever tasted before!

"It's fantastic! Fabrizio you are a wonder at cooking!" She marvelled, but it was met with modesty.

"Ah, no. I like to… cook? Yes. But good at it? Nah!" He laughed with a dismissive hand gesture.

"Ah, you…" He pointed to her nose, but not understanding, he reached over and wiped the tomato sauce off her with the back of his index finger.

"Oh!" She giggled.

After Fabrizio had fetched water and all the pots and pans had been washed, Rose walked over, giving Fabrizio a tight hug for everything he had done. He had felt the closeness of her, and her sweet scent as his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Goodnight Fabrizio. Thank you." She buried her head in his neck

"Goodnight Rosa! Thank you also." And with that she walked into her room, and Fabrizio sprawled onto the sofa, pulling the blankets over him. The first day in New York was over!