Okay so maybe the cliffhanger was a bit mean, but ah well you guys can take it All will be explained…there's not much to it to be perfectly honest :P but here we go…
Rose POV
No one said anything. I glanced up at Jack who already had his arm protectively around my shoulders.
'Jack, not again. Not again. Not again.' He cut me off by putting his finger on my lips.
'Rosie if this ship does sink again then we'll be ready for it, won't we? Nothing will happen, I promise.' He kissed me reassuringly. I was shaking by this point partly because of the cold, and partly because to be perfectly honest I was terrified. I knew I couldn't actually lose Jack again, but to have to go through the whole experience of the sinking again would be hideous.
We looked around us to see many people panicking and running around looking for the Captain. Sure enough, he'd left Murdoch in charge again and they somehow still hadn't learnt from their mistake they made last time, still trying to turn away from the obstacle. Big mistake; the ship had still collided with the iceberg.
After a lot of commotion and worriedly waiting around, the Captain called us all in for a meeting on the Grand Staircase.
'Now as all of you should by now be aware, the ship has hit an iceberg again.' The Captain started, 'However, this time Titanic shall remain afloat.' Everyone sighed a huge breath of relief.
'Yeah but Captain, last time, like when we was living and that, everyone said everything would be fine but it weren't and the ship still sunk.' one voice called out above everyone. A big mumble of agreement spread around all of us and Jack looked at me as if to say, 'This is true.'
'Well we are all immortal now, and so is everything else in our world now. Titanic cannot die!' the captain chuckled. 'See for yourselves.'
Jack POV
As soon as the meeting was dismissed I turned to Rose.
'Rose, if you don't mind I'd just like to go down and check that everything's alright…ya' know, just to make sure?'
'Yes of course Jack, I think that's a great idea. Shall we go now?' I nodded my head and took her hand, and down we went. When we reached the very bottom deck we noticed that the floor was wet, and all of the boxes and other storage was too…however no water seemed to be present.
'Jack look over here!' Rose called out and I immediately followed her. She pointed to a very obvious rip in the side of the ship, that had seemed to have healed itself.
'Well that's weird.' I remarked.
'Jack do you think the ship did rip open and flood slightly, but then the water just…I don't know, disappeared?'
'I think that's the only thing that could have happened.' I replied.
So that was a mystery that never got answered, and over all this time we've still never come up with any different conclusion other than that it ripped open at first, flooded slightly, and then the water somehow disappeared due to bizarre paranormal activity. Weird.
Rose and I soon went back to bed after deciding that all was okay and it was just a false alarm. As I was just literally drifting off I heard Rose mumble to herself in her sleep, and she said,
'All on my own…again…in the streets of New York.' Then she wriggled around a bit. 'I'm sorry Michael. You're not Jack! You never will be.'
Then I must have fallen asleep.
OOO
I was watching her…kind of. Well, I saw enough.
'GOD DAMNIT ROSE, I don't know what your problem is! One minute you're interested in me, the next you couldn't give a horse's crap! And why are you so off…so distant? If you have a problem then why don't you come and talk to me? AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?' Rose was crying, but only softly. This day just so happened to be the 10th April 1913, one year after Titanic set out from Southampton. Of course she was distant, it was an anniversary. Not when we met, but still, a Titanic anniversary. I should have been with her. As soon as I saw the argument I should have gone and stood by her side. I guess I was in too much of a shock, this Michael seemed quite nice really, and even though he was theoretically taking my place, he was looking after my Rose. My Rose who needed someone to lean against at times like these, yet here he was shouting his head off at her.
'Just, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT FOR A BIT! I don't want to see you.' he yelled. Rose didn't hesitate; she instantly ran for the door and legged it around the streets of New York. In the one year she hadn't changed even slightly. Her fiery red curls still bounced the way they always did, her mannerisms were the same…but most of all she was still the sweet, yet headstrong, feisty Rose that I loved.
I carried on watching her as she ran and ran for ages, until taking a funny turn into some strange, rundown alleyway. I looked at her in despair; she was a state. My Rose leant against the wall and just quite simply burst into tears. She was shaking from head to toe; not just because of the cold. Usually when you think of someone crying you just imagine tears and a couple of sniffs every now and then. No, this was proper out of control bawling.
'JACK!' she suddenly called out. 'Where are you?' I could tell she'd been holding it in. She'd been so strong until now, but that's because I had been next to her. I had to choke back the tears, and in my realisation I instantly went down to be with her. I stood beside her for awhile, watching her ease slightly. I smiled slightly because it was my action that had settled her. Then I tried what I thought was impossible…I reached out to touch her. It worked! I could feel her like normal. She eased even more at this point. I sat down next to her and put my arms around her cold body, me now crying as well feeling overwhelmed. I let my tears drip down my face, and as they did one got onto Rose's cheek. She noticed and brushed it off, then curiously looked up, maybe thinking it was raining. I smiled. Technically I'd just made contact with her.
That night I decided to never, ever leave Rose's side until the day she died. I'd be there to comfort and support her in my small but helpful actions.
We stayed there all night, and not once did I let go of her. In the morning I suddenly saw a shadow appear in front of the rising sun,
'Rose! Thank goodness I thought I'd lost you!' It was Michael. Hoorah. My skin actually crawled slightly when I saw him. 'Listen I'm so sorry for last night, I just care about you so much! I know it seemed like I had a funny way of showing it, but when you're upset, I'm upset, and I just want you to know that you can always talk to me.' He took Rose's hands and pulled her onto her feet, thereby pulling her away from my embrace. As she got pulled away from my hand that was touching her arm, I swear it happened in slow motion. I saw sorrow in Rose's eyes, but then a sudden flicker of strength rushed through her face.' Good girl, be strong' I said to myself as a huge wave of pride nearly drowned me.
'No Michael, I'm sorry. I really am okay, I've just got a lot on my plate you see…and I think it got the better of me.'
'Of course' Michael realised, 'Titanic left Southampton 1 year ago yesterday didn't it? Oh Rose I'm so, so sorry.'
'It's fine Michael, everyone has their fallings out. I'm just glad that you're here for me. Thank you.' I'll always be here Rose, especially if this guy changes his mind.
'Well Rose, I've been meaning to ask you something and I think now's the right time' Michael began before kneeling down on one knee. Oh wow. 'Rose Dawson, I loved you after the first moment I saw you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you…will you marry me?' Michael revealed a beautiful diamond ring to his hopefully new fiancé…my Rose. 'Nice.' I thought, 'Better than what I could ever afford…'
Rose gasped and grabbed the ring, putting it on. I laughed to myself; she was always one for jewels. 'Of course I will Michael!' Rose exclaimed. 'I love you.' She managed to force that one out. I found myself nodding encouragingly.
'Excellent!' Michael said softly, before kissing her. I felt a bit uncomfortable at this, but I needed to be strong for her. 'Now come on, let's get home.' The two started walking off together, hand in hand. At the end of the day, I loved Rose more than life itself, and to see her happy again after everything meant the world to me. Thinking I'd have to force one on, I actually genuinely smiled to myself before beginning to follow the both of them a little way behind, walking through the damp backstreets.
I really hope you all liked that! I spent quite awhile trying to get that atmosphere right at the end there. I had this real vivid picture in my head and I've done my best to try and put it on the page…one of the things I need to work on, haahaa. Anyway, reviews make me a happy bunny so please take your time out to give me a little feedback! You've all been lovely so far so please keep it up! Thank you for reading! Xxx
P.S. 100 years ago today, (10th April 2012) RMS Titanic left Southampton for her still incomplete maiden voyage. I wanted to add the anniversary into this chapter, I don't know if anyone noticed? ;)
