A/N: And we are almost done. And I still hate school, I'm busier than ever. At least spring is here. I can go outside without a heavy coat now! Finally! Anyway, enjoy the newest chapter!
Arthur could hear them. Every single person that they left behind were screaming. Screaming for the help that would never come.
He closed his eyes, covering his ears. He couldn't take it.
'So many,' he thought. 'So many voices.'
Feeling Al's strong arms wrap him up, Arthur held onto him like glue.
"Take me away," he whispered. "Take me far, far away."
"I'll take you as far as you will let me." Alfred whispered back.
After what seemed like eternity, the screams slowly faded into the night.
Arthur opened his eyes, and saw that they were heading back to the place where an enormous ship once was a few minutes ago.
He heard Al snarl. Looking up, he saw that Al was glaring at the boat's captain.
"The coward," Al whispered, gripping Arthur tighter. "Going back after everyone dies."
They passed by hundreds of of frozen bodies, looking for survivors.
Arthur saw a Mother clinging to a newborn baby. The sight was so horrifying, that he reclosed his eyes.
Out of the hundreds of people, only four were rescued from the cold waters.
Four. It was ridiculous.
But Arthur didn't care, he was numb inside. Not even Alfred could reach him at the moment.
After another century passed, a ship arrived.
It's side said it was the RMS Carpathia.
On deck, they met up with Francis.
"Where's Papi?" Danielle asked, noticing his absence right away.
"He died," Francis said, sparing her no mercy.
Arthur's head snapped back into reality. This whole time, he felt like an observer, watching from the sidelines.
"Dead?" he asked. "What the bloody hell do you mean?"
"He went back to the room for something," Francis explained, reliving the tale. "Inside were two burgulars. They had shot Micael.
"In my anger, I knocked one out, but the other had escaped. I stayed with Monsieur Michael until his last breath."
"The fool," Ilona hissed. "Letting our money get stolen like that."
Any sympathy for the new widow dissapeared within an instant.
What type of woman chose money over her husband?
'The type that married for it ' Arthur thought.
Out of the blue, Danielle raised her hand, and slapped her mother.
"You cow," She said, rage filling her eyes. "Papi always told me you loved his money, not him. But he was fine with it. He had a beautiful wife and daughter.
"But you never cared for either one of us.
"'Marriying Arthur will stable your future' you told me. More like your future."
She stormed off, leaving everyone in shock.
Ilona sat down, hand to her cheek. The night had proved too much for her.
"I better follow her," Francis said. "I have something to give her."
To be completly alone, they walked away from Ilona.
And this time, Arthur stayed as far from the edge as possible. Who knew if another iceburg would strike.
"Before I got on that ship," Arthur said. "A lady came up to me, and said that the ship would sink, that I'd regret getting on."
Alfred's eyes widened with the new information.
"Looking back," he continued. "If I had a choice, I would do it all over again."
Al was confused. "Why?"
"Because," Arthur smiled, as if he hadn't just brushed with death. "I would have never met you."
Blushing, they fell into eachother's arms, and held on until Arthur noticed people walking nearby.
Embarresed, he pushed Al away, face getting redder by the second.
"Let's go find Danielle," he said. "I shouldn't have left Francis alone with her."
"What is it, Francis," Danielle asked, wiping away newly shed tears.
"Before, he died, your father gave me this," he said, handing her the ivory envelope he found in the desk.
From it came a silver pendant in the shape of a cross.
Danielle marveled at it's simple beauty.
Also inside were two different letters. The first one specifically for Danielle.
Danielle, it read. If you are reading this, then I must have not survived thi sinking.
As to how I know the ship would sink before so, I met up with a fortuneteller, a day before we boarded the Titanic.
She informed me that if I went on, my life would be cut short. That it would sink.
I was skeptical about it, after all, it was the unsinkable ship. So I ignored her warning, and ushered all of you on.
Her words wouldn't leave me, though. So I wrote this, just in case.
The other letter is my will.
I have included Arhur in it as well, even though I know you two won't wed.
How did I know, even before anyone else? I could see a major change in Arthur when Alfred was around. Like he had more heart.
Alfred seems like a good boy. Please tell them I give them my blessings.
Also, I give you my blessing.
You are free to love whomever, and do whatever you wish.
That necklace is proof.
Remember honey, I love you.
Always have, always will. Even after death.
Warms drops caressed her cheeks, scalding them.
He was gone, and he would never return. Not for anything in the world.
But, in a way, he was still here, in her heart. Possibly Arthur's as well.
A voice she knew all to well brought her back down to earth.
"You bloody wanker!" Arthur yelled at Francis. "Did you have to make her cry?"
"I didn't!" Francis swore. He didn't want his precious face damaged by an angry Brit.
"He didn't, Arthur," Danielle reassured him. "It's just, so much has happeded."
"Indeed it has," he agreed, pulling her into a tight hug.
Alfred joined in. Francis, wanting in on the hugfest, embraced them also.
Thankfully, he kept his wandering hands to himself.
As they parted, Alfred saw something he feared he'd never see again.
"I'm home," he breathed as they slowly approached the Statue of Liberty.
He smiled at Arthur.
A new life was waiting.
And they would explore it together.
A/N: And though I'm extremely tired, (for some reason, I get really tired around nine. Have no idea why.) I'm gonna take the advantage of being home alone, and watch The Labyrinth. Yay for David Bowie.