Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, or Criminal Minds, sadly.

AN:

FOR THOSE WHO PM'D ME TO COMPLAIN: this is not going to be exactly like the Titanic, I reserve the right to rewrite what I want.

Me again, my lovelies! Anyway, allow me to introduce, chapter number two! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind.-Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free

Previously:

"Why?" He couldn't keep his voice from breaking on that single word. "Why River? I can't lose you. Don't you understand?"

"You catch me, that's how it's always been. I jump, you jump. We jump, and you're right there beside me to catch me. I love you, and I can't leave you. I thought you knew that."

He knew he was crying, but so was she.

"Together then. You and me, we'll find a way out of this." He grabbed her hand tightly and she squeezed back.

"Together."

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He held his wife tightly for a second before he tugged her to the First Class Dining Room. "Through here! We'll head to the stern! Come on!" She followed quickly, but stumbled in the heels on the slick deck. He scooped her up bridal style, ignoring her protests and ran. He only put her back on her feet once they were inside, and she swatted his arm. He hugged her quickly and they hurried through until they managed to get outside once more. He never once let go of her hand as they pushed through people. They struggled against the steepening slope of the deck, until he practically threw her at the rail. She caught it and clambered on top, struggling to keep hold.

He hauled himself up after her and situated himself so he was behind her, arms on either side, keeping her safe and on the rail. There was a massive, roaring, a thunderous crack, and with a groan, the ship split.

People slid screaming into the crack, some unable to hold on any longer, some having been unable to grab anything. River whimpered and he kissed her cheek. "Sshhh. Hush now, it'll be ok."

"Theta," she breathed, turning her head and tucking her face into his neck. "I'm scared." He wrapped an arm tightly around her and kissed her head before burying his face in her curls.

"I know. I am too. It'll be ok." They clung tightly to each other as the ship turned vertical with a groan, water streaming off it. "RIVER! LISTEN! WHEN I SAY, TAKE A BREATH! AS DEEP AS YOU CAN, AND DON'T YOU LET O OF MY HAND! YOU HEAR ME? DON'T YOU DARE LET GO!" He had to shout to be heard, and he yelled it in their minds as well. She nodded and said, "I swear."

It was too soft to properly hear, but she said it firmly. It echoed across their minds. They locked eyes and fingers as the ship slowly slid down into the abyssal, inky void below. The water rushed up at them, the wind of the ship's passing whipping their hair, and they tensed.

'Ready?'

'Ready.'

'Right then,' "NOW!" They gulped in air; as much as their lungs could hold. One second all they can hear is the great sucking of the ship's plunge, and the next, it's almost deathly silent, the only sound the muffled, distant sound of screaming. They fought against the downward pull from the suction, but their hands are torn from each other.

They surface, screaming for each other, and she's shoved down by someone twice her size. She fights as hard as she can, but he's too strong, and she's already so exhausted. He swims over and punches the man, shoving him away and pulls her close. "Come on, you can do it!"

She swims the best she can at his side as he guides he to a piece of floating wreckage. He helps her climb on, before climbing up himself. The door tips, however, and dumps them both back into the water. He pushes her back up again. This time however, he stays in the water.

"Aren't you coming up too?"

"I can't," he put on a smile. "The door won't be able to take it without sinking."

"But, there's enough room!" She exclaimed, stubbornly refusing to accept it.

"No, River. I can't. I'm sorry."

"Please," she begged, tears in her eyes. He kissed her hand. She clung to him. He soothed her with a quiet lullaby. They traded songs for hours, trying desperately to stay awake, but eventually, River was the only one truly conscious, weakly singing. She was afraid for him, but was so tired. Then she heard it. The voice, yelling through the night. A boat, looking for someone, anyone still alive. She lifts her head slowly, with great effort, the frost and ice crackling.

She shook his hand, sobbing in fear, but the only response she could garner was a soft moan. She looked around frantically, before spying a man slumped in the water, hand clutched around a whistle. Desperately, she rolled into the water, helped her husband cling to the door, and swam desperately to the man. She wrenched the whistle from his frozen hand, and swam back. Clinging to the door, she blew with all the strength she had left. And the boat turned.

River's voice sounded over the images. "1,500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby, and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, not including us. Six, out of 1,500. Afterward, the 700 people left in the boats had nothing to do but wait... wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution, which would never come."

Then they were on board, wrapped in blankets.

Then the Carpathia was there, and she was taking care of her husband, ignoring the people trying to fuss over her.

Then once more the image showed River in the office.

"That night, we were saved. That night is the closest I've ever come to death. That night, I was afraid for myself for the first time in a long time. That night, reminded me of something I'd nearly forgotten. History isn't just what we find in books, or unearth on a dig. It still touches people. And it's dangerous."

She bows her head for a moment, lighting touching a resplendent blue heart on a delicate silver chain.

"You asked why I insist the story be taught, yet never teach it myself, and now you know. The Titanic is one of Earth's greatest legacies, and it has affected much of history." She stood and walked from the room.

The team sat in silence for a moment, before Garcia piped up.

"Where'd they go?" They all looked around, and Rossi spied a note on the fridge.

Gone out for a walk, back in an hour...ish.

PS, don't break anything

AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.