Hi again everybody! Well as today is 15th April 2012 (100 years since the Titanic plunged into the Atlantic) I needed to do an update

So I hope you guys don't mind all these flashbacks, but I feel they're needed to bring out the past life with the new heaven life…just to make it more exciting and interesting :P

Rose POV

We sailed into New York harbour on the 18th April 1912: three or four-ish days since the ship had sunk. Three or four-ish days since I had lost my Jack.

The Carpathia passed The Statue of Liberty, and I couldn't help but be saddened once again that Jack wasn't here. Of course, I am ALWAYS going to be sad for the rest of my life that Jack isn't here…but he would have loved to see the big green lady. I knew he'd find the structure and shape of the statue incredible. Except, he couldn't see it. He never would. Until now.

I was snapped out of my daydream by the sweet ring of Jack's voice,

'There she is; the big green lady! Man, the shape and structure is just…uuhh'

'Incredible?' I finished his sentence for him. He looked at me and smiled.

'Yeah, that's the word. Incredible. I can't believe I'm finally seeing her in person! After all these years…'

Just then realisation hit me like a brick being thrown at my face.

'Hold on, Jack. I thought you were standing next to me at all times? Surely then you must've seen it in person?'

'…Well okay yeah. But I wasn't really there…if you get what I mean?'

I stared at him with one eyebrow raised; making it clear that he had just completely contradicted himself. He just sighed.

'Never mind.' He laughed, 'Here we are then Rose, this is our second time sailing along past the Statue of Liberty!' he playfully put his arm around me and we both couldn't stop laughing.

'You know, Jack. It was right here I do believe that a Carpathia officer came up to me and asked me for my name…and I said Dawson. I decided right there and then to take on your name.'

I looked over to Jack whose eyes had gone slightly red and puffy, and was looking down trying to disguise himself. He sniffled slightly and looked up to meet my comforting gaze.

'And you what, Rosie? That meant the world to me.'

Jack POV

I was standing next to Rose as we started to sail into New York harbour. I didn't really notice the big green lady; I was too busy watching Rose's plain, hurt and lost expression. Only there was nothing I could do about it. Which hurt me, as well.

Just then a Carpathia officer approached Rose and asked for her name for the survivors list. Thoughts flooded my mind of Cal and Ruth finding her again if she gave her real name, and taking her back into her claustrophobic, high status life that she hated. 'No, no, no!' I thought. But then I heard that one word. That one word that changed everything.

'Dawson.' Rose said. 'Rose Dawson.'

The overwhelming feeling I got was immense. My immortal heart was touched so tenderly just by that one word. I was crying, yet she wasn't. She hadn't cried since I was alive and telling her everything would be alright. And I still knew it would be. But she hadn't even shed a tear since then. Not one. Maybe there wasn't enough energy in her to cry. Sunday night was so perfect, and I could tell it was the most fun that she'd had her entire life. But then it all got taken from her after I died. My Rose was probably giving up. She was shutting down. Her gaze was so fixed on the ocean…she was probably looking down to where I theoretically was. But I wasn't down there. I was right beside her, she just didn't realise.

The ship docked and people were beginning to get off it, but Rose stayed still. She looked over to the departing survivors, and then back to the ocean and began to breathe heavier…and shaking. I hated seeing her like this.

'Be strong for me, Rose. Be strong. I'll be right here with you…now go and start you new life! Go on!' I said to her. Just then she looked up from her fixed staring point to the stars. As did I, and we saw a shooting star.

'I love you, Jack. Never forget that.' Rose said quietly.

'I love you too Rose.' I replied. Not that she could hear. She started to head off of the ship with me following right behind her.

'Jack!' shouted Rose. I turned around and there she was, standing next to me yet again in this same place…only responding to me this time. I grinned from ear to ear naturally. 'You're so weird you just dazed out for a moment there!'

'I'm weird? Who me?' I teased back.

Rose POV

'So are you okay now Jack?' I continued from where we left off.

'Yeah Rosie, I'm fine I was happy crying!'

'Awww okay.' I gave him a little cuddle. 'So yeah I'm glad you were appreciative of my claim to the name Dawson.'

'Oh I was very!' Jack replied. 'You always were and will be a Dawson, Rose.' There was a small pause before Rose spoke again, quietly,

'Leaving your name when I got married was one of the most difficult things I'd ever had to do. It was like…I don't know, the last part of you had slipped away from me, like you had finally gone completely.' Jack kissed my forehead and pulled me in closer to him. There was another moment of silence.

'Well, Rose…how would you like to be an official Dawson?' Jack asked rather confidently, considering the question. I looked up at him to see his signature smirk. 'Rose I haven't got a ring or anything…but will you marry me?' All my years of emptiness had just been filled. I gasped, and tears of joy clouded my vision.

'Jack of course I will! Thank you!' I exclaimed, and practically jumped on him for a hug.

'No thank YOU Rose. Thank you for keeping your promise to me all those years, and now you have it's paid off! Good things come to those who wait, Rosie.'

Then he kissed me. Time seemed to slip away and all I could feel was him. Jack, who I had yearned to be with for as long as I can remember…and now I was going to be his wife.

God knows how long later, we docked in New York City harbour.

'Well there ya' go.' Jack started. 'Titanic has finally completed her maiden voyage.'

'…I don't really want to get off, Jack.'

'Rose we'll come back on here one day, I promise you. I'll tell you what…how's this for an idea? We see how many different adventures we can live, and things we accomplish before we next come on board.'

'I like that idea, Jack. So then, where shall we go?' Jack laughed and replied,

'I don't know! If you're going to be a Dawson, Rose you're going to have to learn the way a Dawson lives. On God's good humour.'

So Jack and I left Titanic after taking one last good look at her, and set off to who knows were. But wherever we went, we'd be together…and that's all that mattered.

Review please! Only got something like 4 for my last chapter…and I was quite proud of it! :P SO REVIEW PLEASE YIPPPEEEEE! I'll try and update soon, but bye for now!