A/N: Okay, so I'm really happy! Since I'm really happy, I'll try to give everyone a really long chapter! As always, please read and review!

Chapter Seven: Iceberg

Rose POV:

My mother drones on about the wedding at tea. The mistakes, the mishaps, everything. Her friends listen is avid silence, their tea cups held unnoticed in their hands. I pay no attention, my gaze drifting from table to table of finely dressed people with similar expressions of disdain on each pale face. This life is so dull compared to the third class excitement.

A child at the table next to us is eating a sugar cookie, her shoulders slumped and her legs tucked up on the seat. The girl's mother starts correcting her posture; her cheeks flushed red at her daughter's improper posture. I find it suddenly ridiculous: why can't we sit the way we want? I push away from the table and walk out of the first class lounge. I had to find Jack.

~*~

Jack is leaning on the bow of the ship, his form silhouetted by the last rose-red rays of the setting sun. The sea is shot with gold streaks, mirroring the sky above. It's a beautiful vista, made even more perfect by Jack's presence.

"Hello, Jack." I say. He turns to face me, disbelief etched onto his young face. "I changed my mind." I add unnecessarily. He smiles at me, a smile so bright it competes with the sun. His eyes gaze hungrily at me, drinking me in. Elated, I step forward.

"Christian said you might be up here." I begin to say. But he interrupts me.

"Shh… Come here." I step towards him, my heels clacking against the deck of the ship.

He reached forward and placed his hands on my waist. I shiver in pleasure, my smile widening. "Close your eyes." He tells me, and I oblige, shutting them. Jack turns me around and pushes me forward, until the railing is pressing against my body. He raises my arms up, like wings, and slowly lowers his own hands to my waist. I keep my hands up, enjoying the cool breeze that plays across my face.

"Okay. Open them." Jack murmurs into my ear. I shiver and open my eyes, gasping at the site.

Water. Water is all that I can see. Water and a golden horizon. The water stretches endlessly towards the still setting sun, and it's just Jack and I flying above the water. The moment is magical, and, more than anything, I wish that I could freeze time so I could stay at this spot forever.

"I'm flying!" I exclaim, leaning forward. His hands tighten around my waist, steadying me, and I flash a grin at him.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine…" Jack sings softly, entwining my hands with his. His face is buried in my hair, and, hardly believing what I'm doing, I turn my face to meet his. Our lips meet in a hesitant kiss, which slowly grows in passion. I lower my arms and turn to kiss him more eagerly. I don't care that people could see us. It's only the two of us that matter at the moment.

~*~

"Will this light do? Don't artists need good light?" I ask Jack, turning on the lights in my suite. Jack looks slightly awestruck at the obvious grandeur, and I have to remind myself that he hasn't seen anything this grand before.

"Zat is true. I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions." He said airily in a horribly fake French accent. I couldn't help but giggle. "Hey… Monet!" He loses the fake accent and dashes to the paintings stacked against the wall. He crouches low, admiring them. "Isn't he great… the use of colors? I saw him once… through a hole in this garden fence in Giverny." I laugh along with him, laugh until it feels our sides are going to split. Gradually the laughter stops and I'm reminded of why I brought Jack here.

I get up slowly and walk to the small closet that houses the bulky green safe Cal insists of lugging everywhere.

"Cal insists on lugging this thing everywhere." I tell Jack, inserting the combination.

"Should I be expecting him anytime soon?" He asks, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out." I say dryly, opening the safe and handing Jack the Heart of the Ocean. He takes it cautiously, almost reverently, handling it as if it would break easily.

"What is it? A sapphire?"

"A diamond. A very rare diamond, called the Heart of the Ocean." I pause, mentally steeling myself. "I want you to draw me like one of your French girls, Jack. Wearing this." He nods absently, still admiring the necklace. "Wearing only this." I smile at him and my innocent expression meets his shocked one.

~*~

Jack is arranging his pencils when I enter the room, wearing only a kimono and the necklace. He looked up, mouth slightly agape.

"The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a china doll. As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want." I drop a dime on the table and step back, my heart pounding. I part the kimono and drop it to the floor. Swallowing nervously, I step towards the couch and arrange myself on it, feeling strangely awkward.

"Tell me when it looks right to you." I say, feeling the weight of the large diamond around my neck.

"Uh… Just bend you left leg a little and… lower your head. Eyes to me. That's it." Jack says, his cheeks turning slightly red.

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing." I tease, gradually relaxing.

"He does landscapes!" Jack retorts, sweating visibly. I smile in reply as he begins to draw; the nervous look gradually replaced with a more serious and confident one.

~*~

I was standing over Jack's shoulder, looking at the drawing. It was amazing, of course, and it showed the real me, almost as if Jack had X-Rayed my soul. I pull the kimono tighter around me and lean in to whisper in Jack's ear.

"Date it Jack. I want to always remember this night." He obliges, scribbling a date next to his signature: April 14, 1912. I take the picture and a note I had written to Cal and lock it in the safe, before turning back to my room to get dressed.

Once dressed in a loose white dress I reenter the sitting room. The doorknob rattles ominously. Worried, I take Jack's outstretched hand and lead him through the bedrooms to a door hidden there.

We walk purposely down the hallway, breaking into a run when Lovejoy opens the door.

"Come on!" I say, dashing through the corridors and pushing past people. I dash into an open elevator, and order the surprised man to take us down. He obliges, and Lovejoy slowly disappears above us. And then, surprising even myself, I give him the finger, laughing boisterously.

"Jack? Rose?" I turn slowly. I hadn't noticed that the elevator had been occupied.

"Satine?" I say, noticing that Christian was with her, and that the red-head was holding a gorgeous sleeping kitten in her arms.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Satine asks, smiling slightly, a questioning look in her blue eyes.

"Running from Rose's crazy valet." Jack says, leaning forward to shake Christian's hand. "I swear, never a dull day with him on board. Where'd you get a fella like him, Rose?"

"He's an ex-Pinkerton. Cal's father hired him to keep Cal out of trouble… to make sure he always got back to the hotel with his wallet and watch, after some crawl through the less reputable parts of town." I explain. The lift doors open and I dash through them, Jack, Christian, and Satine following after me. I enter a nearby door, and shut it quickly after everyone enters.

Jack takes up station by the door, talking to Christian. I start talking to Satine, learning about her past at the Moulin Rouge and how she met Christian.

"Lovejoy!" Jack warns. And just like that, we're running again, into a door marked "Crew Only" that Jack has flung open. We all dash inside and Jack locks it, swinging the deadbolt into place.

Christian is examining a ladder that leads down. He stands up a few seconds later and looks at us, an adventurous glint in his eyes. "After you, m'ladies."

"Why, thank you!" Satine says. She hands her kitten to Christian and descends the ladder. I follow after her, taking the kitten and handing her to Satine.

Once off the ladder, I look around at the roaring fires and sweaty figures outlined in smoke. The ladder had taken us to the boiler room. Jack and Christian appear by our sides and we take off running, shocking the men working.

"Carry on! Don't mind us!" Jack calls, smiling. His hand slips into my hand and he pulls me along, faster and faster, dodging people and supplies until we barge through a door marked "Cargo Hold".

We're laughing uproariously, staggering around the large room like drunkards. We lean against large cargo boxes, all of us shivering from the sudden chill. I spot a car and head towards it, pulling Jack with me. Satine and Christian had disappeared somewhere, a few minutes ago, saying something about exploring the cargo hold.

I sat in the backseat of the car, watching Jack climb into the front seat, as if he were my driver.

"Where to, Miss?" He asks, the perfect imitation of a well-trained driver.

"To the stars." I whisper, pulling Jack over the seat.

~*~

Satine POV

It was unbelievable! Aureole was still asleep in my arms, even after the noise and heat of the boiler room. I giggled softly and stroked her soft fur, meeting Christian's eyes. Jack and Rose had taken over the new Renault, and we were keeping watch in case her crazy guard came in here.

The door opens and I see two stewards enter, thanking a stoker for his help. I place an ivory finger against Christian's lips and pull him silently towards the car, knocking on it twice to alert the couple. I see Rose's disheveled head rise up and she nods briefly, her face sinking below the window again.

"Let's go. They'll catch up." I tell Christian, walking towards the deck door.

I hear the soft slap of bare feet against the cold floor. I whirl around, my red dress swirling against my feet. I relax when I see Jack and Rose, hands pressed over their mouth to cover their laughter.

I push open the door and let Jack and Rose out, who drop their hands and collapse on the deck, laughing.

"I think they're enjoying themselves." I say to Christian. In answer, he pulls me in for a kiss, wrapping strong arms around me. I melt into his touch, feeling happy and whole.

I can dimly hear the noise of the ship and Rose's words, but I block it out, savoring the moment.

"When this ship docks, I'm getting off with you." I hear Rose say, sounding sure of herself.

"This is crazy." Jack answers.

"I know! It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it." Rose says with a tiny laugh.

I break away from Christian and rub my stomach. "What do you want to name our baby?" I ask Christian.

He muses over names, his arms wrapped around me, giving me warmth.

"If it's a girl, how about we name her Danielle?"

"I love it!" I say. "Danielle…"

"And if he's a boy?" Christian asks.

"James." I answer instantly, imagining a baby boy with Christian's dark hair and my pale skin and wide blue eyes. Another image appears, next to baby James. His sister, with my fiery red hair and Christian's eyes… Danielle. Both of them are perfect in every way imaginable, and I want both of them.

"James and Danielle. I love them both." Christian says. I am about to reply when the ship shudders violently, and the sound of screeching metal reverberates in the air. Beside us Jack and Rose stagger apart, unsteady on their feet. We all look up in disbelief at a gigantic iceberg that blacks out the sky, a monstrous block of ice taller than anything imaginable. It sails past and I duck into Christian's embrace, stumbling backwards to avoid the falling chunks of ice.

"Bloody Christ…" I whisper. "It's massive." The berg disappears from view and I run to the side of the ship, peering down to see if any damage had been done.

"Looks okay. I don't see anything." Jack says. I agree with him, seeing only the starlit black water gliding serenely beneath us.

"Could it have damaged the ship?" Rose asks, worried.

"It didn't seem like much of a bump. I'm sure we're okay." Jack comforts her, wrapping one arm around her waist.

She nods and we turn away from the rail. A few people are playing with the chunks of ice, kicking them around and tossing them to one another. We climb over the rails just as the captain and Mr. Andrews shove past us, talking to one another in concerned voices, clearly scared.

"It's bad." Christian says, his tone betraying his bewilderment.

"We have to tell Mother and Cal." Rose says. I'm proud that she can overcome her hatred for them to warn them.

"Now it's even worse." Jack jokes.

"Come with me, Jack. I jump, you jump…right?" Rose says, looking up at Jack.

"Right." Jack followed Rose into a nearby door, and we follow after, moral support.

A/N: There ya go! Another chapter of Star Crossed Lovers! Please review! I stopped here, because I need to think some things over… Since Satine, her kitten, and Christian are following Jack and Rose, I think it's going to be a little bit harder for Lovejoy to slip the necklace in Jack's pocket and get him locked up. I'm debating him getting locked up at all. :D I'll need to reach a decision before I can update again. Please review!