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Thomas' Point of View

I knew I wasn't going to loose my job. Ismay needed me. But I was more worried about Catherine. I had overheard what she'd said to Ismay after I'd left, and I couldn't help smiling at the time. But now, now I was worried. I had hurried back to my cabin to think for awhile, but was interupted by the sound of yelling about fifteen minutes later.

"Catherine, please let me in!" Ella cried as I exited my cabin. She was knocking on Catherine's door.

"No, Ella! go away!" Catherine shouted back from the other side. Her voice was strained and shaky, and I immediately knew she was crying.

"It's alright, Ella," I assured the maid, who looked alarmed and upset. I rested a hand on her shoulder. "Go take a break. I'll take care of Catherine."

"Yes, Mr. Andrews," She replied and hurried down the hall.

I entered Catherine's cabin and hurried over to her. She was curled up in a ball on her bed, crying. "Catherine..."

She rolled away from me. "You're fired, aren't you?" Her voice was muffled by the dark blue comforter on her bed.

"No, love," I replied softly, gently pulling her towards me. She struggled slightly against me, but I held her against me.

"I don't deserve your love anymore," She whispered through tears.

"You'll always deserve my love," I whispered back.

"No!" She suddenly pushed herself out of my grip and away from me. "No, no I don't!"

Impulsively, I grabbed her again, still gentle, and pulled her close. I kissed her passionately, but to my dismay and slight fear she wouldn't kiss me back.

"Please, love, believe me when I say nothing can ever make me stop loving you!" I breathed when I broke away. She was silent, and she wouldn't look at me. I kissed her again, and, after a moment, her lips softened and she pressed her lips harder against mine, tangling her fingers into my hair. I cupped her face lightly with my hands as I kissed her.

Finally she broke away and nodded. "Nothing will ever make you stop loving me," She echoed and then snuggled up against me. I cradled her in my arms and lay down on the bed with her. I felt her slip into a deep sleep after awhile, so I gently unwrapped her arms from around me and stood up. I hurried over to my cabin, grabbed my black book and a pencil, and then walked back over to her cabin. I lay down next to her sleeping form again, opened up my book and began writing down notes.

After a couple hours passed in what seemed minutes, Catherine woke up. She yawned and then smiled at me, her eyes flickering from me and the book in my hands. "You never stop working, do you?" She teased.

I smiled and shook my head. "Never."

She giggled and took my book away from me. Laughing, she flipped through the pages, reading notes I'd taken. "Less screws on the coatstands...better silverware polisher...Tommie, you're so..."

"So what?" I reached for my book but she held it out of my reach, smiling. "Give it to me!" I sounded like a little child trying to get his toy back from another sibling.

"You're so...specific. Observant. Come on, Tommie, you need to have fun!" She threw the book back at me and I caught it.

"I do have fun!" I argued. She shook her head and then tackled me. I fell back onto the bed as she pinned me down, and I began wondering if this would end up like the first night on the ship.

"Are you going to the ball tomorrow night?"

"Well, I uh..." I originally hadn't planned on going.

"See! You should come! You should come with me! Thomas, I would be pleased if you made my accquaintance to the Titanic ball tomorrow night."

I smiled. "I'd love to, dear."

She squealed happily and kissed me, thne rolled off of me and giggled. I turned over on my side and watched her pretty face light up with laughter.

Yes. Yes, I was most definitely in love.

I am fully aware that this was the shortest chapter EVER and I'm sorry. But I had to go and wanted to get this posted. Review!