A/N: Thank you to Okaly, Guest and Classicmovielover, glad you are enjoying it Keep reading and I'll keep writing I might draw some cover art for this at some point.

Chapter 11

Rachel's POV

Chris dropped my diary onto the bed, he was shaking with fear, I moved over towards him and tried to put my arms around him, to calm him.

"Get away you whore," he said as he pushed me back, I was shocked by his reaction and stepped back.

I saw a flicker of anger across Jack's face,

Jack moved quicker than lightning and caught Chris at the jaw and stared him in the eye, Chris' hands moved up to Jack's hand, to attempt to get him to let go, but he was not strong enough.

"Don't you dare speak to her like that," Jack snarled, his handsome features distorted by anger.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Chris stuttered,

"Good," Jack smiled, letting go of him,

Chris sank back, putting his hands over his eyes, trying to pretend Jack didn't exist.

"I know this is a shock for you, Chris," I started; he took his hands from his eyes and looked at me, "This is Jack Phillips, he died on the Titanic, he's my guardian angel."

I could see Chris' eyes scanning Jack, attempting to understand,

"He's a hero," I continued, "he saved so many people's lives…"

Chris started to laugh, rocking back and forth, I stopped speaking,

"No one," Chris leered, "no one cares about Jack Phillips!"

I was confused by his words, his voice cruel, yet his eyes were full of tears.

"I though you loved me!" Chris said, continuing to laugh,

I had thought I loved him, I remember when he moved schools, just so he could spend more time with me, I had loved him, but now his blue eyes were cruel, the face I had loved twisted with anger and laughter and I couldn't bear it.

"Get out of my house," I said quietly,

Chris stood up and swaggered over to me, he tried to touch my face,

"Aw, but Rachel," he laughed, "I couldn't leave you alone with him."

Chris looked over at Jack, Jack raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, Chris looked slightly faint, he then swaggered over to the door and I heard him run down the stairs and out the front door. I looked over at Jack.

"Don't worry about him," Jack said calmly, "he won't tell anyone."

"I feel bad for him," I said quietly,

Jack stood behind me and put his hands around my waist, tingling coldness radiated up through my body,

"Don't Rachel," he breathed quietly into my ear,

I looked up towards him and I put my hands on his, those blue eyes looking deeply into mine, that dashing smile forming on his lips.

Jack's POV

Her black hair gently brushed against my chin as she turned to look up at me, her brown eyes leading into forever, a hint of blush rising to her cheeks.

"Jack…" she whispered,

Then the doorbell rang, I laughed and kissed her forehead, she giggled,

"I better get the door," she slowly moved out of my arms, she gazed up at me, reluctant to leave me.

She ran down the stairs, I waited at the top of the flight for her, at the door were Ciaran and Mr Andrews.

Ciaran was laughing, "What was Chris running away for?"

"He looked quite terrified," Thomas said,

I walked down the stairs to meet them; Rachel looked up at me and smiled,

"Chris met Jack." She said bluntly,

"Ahh," smiled Thomas, "that explains the shocked expression he was wearing."

We all walked through to the kitchen,

"So he doesn't like Jack?" Ciaran questioned as he sat at the table with Thomas behind him,

"No," I said, as Rachel sat down,

Thomas sat next to Ciaran, Rachel pulled out the seat next to her,

"Sit down, Jack." She said, beckoning to the seat.

I did so, Rachel looked uneasy,

"I should never have written about you in my diary," she muttered to me,

"He shouldn't have read it," was my reply,

She nodded in response,

"Ahh, well," said Ciaran, "I never liked Chris anyway,"

Rachel shot him a dirty look,

"To be honest," Mr Andrews pointed out, "I didn't either,"

Rachel looked over at me and I gave her a shrug and a smile. She shook her head in annoyance. Then the phone rang.

Rachel's POV

I swiftly got up to answer it,

"Hello?" I said into the receiver,

"Rachel…" It was Chris,

"Chris…" I said uneasily,

"I can't take it, you and him, I saw the way he looked at you, and the way you looked at him, you could never give me that." He said,

"But Jack is…." I said, looking over at my angel, who was sitting at the kitchen table, his hands on the table, and a kind smile on his face.

"I don't want to hear it, Rachel; I'm not ready to put up with something like this." Chris said sternly, I could hear the emotion in his voice,

"I understand," was all that I could say, I was about to hang up when I whispered, "I never believed you loved me."

He hung up, the line rung dead and I set the receiver down,

"He broke up with me," I told the people in the room.

Jack's POV

What should I have felt? Should I have felt guilty? As that is certainly not the way I felt, I stood up and took Rachel in my arms, she pressed her head against my chest, I looked over her head at Ciaran and Thomas, who smiled at me. Everything was becoming as it should be. I took her hands in mine and looked her in the eye,

"Do you want to go upstairs and talk about it?" I asked kindly,

She nodded silently, Ciaran and Mr Andrews watched as we left the room together, She closed the kitchen door, tears were appearing in her eyes, I hadn't known that she cared that much about Chris, she choked back a sob and put one hand on the wall of the hallway, I put my arms around her waist,

"Jack, I feel so…" She started, she looked so weak,

"Don't say anything, I already know," I said.

I picked her up; she put her arms around my neck as I carried her up the stairs, she was pressing her head into my neck, hot tears spilling onto my icy skin. I pushed the door of her room open and I sat down on her bed, with her still curled up to me,

"I'm alienating everyone, Jack," she muttered into my neck,

I stroked her hair as she moved up and pressed her cheek against mine, I could tell that she was far too upset to notice the burning cold. I wished there was something I could tell her, to remind her that everything was going to turn out right for her, but words of comfort could not be found. I stared at the far wall of her room as she gripped the lapels of my coat and sobbed into my shoulder.

"No matter what, you will always have me," I whispered gently into her hair,

She wrapped her arms around me; she looked into my face and forced a smile,

"I know, I know," her eyes red-rimmed from crying.

Rachel's POV

The room faded out and I knew that Jack was going to show me something to make me happy again, new walls folded in, square pillars, wood panels… Titanic.

"This is the reception room," Jack whispered, we were standing up now, Jack looked solid again, the band were standing in the corner, they were playing "The Beautiful Blue Danube",

"It's amazing," was all I could say,

I was still extremely worried about all the things that had changed since I met Jack, would I stop paying attention to the living and give all my attention to a dead man?

"You still look upset," Jack smiled weakly,

He took me in his arms and tried to get me to dance, like last time, but my heart wasn't in it, he stopped and looked into my eyes, he also looked miserable, the band stopped playing the jaunty, happy song and instead started to play "Nearer My God to Thee",

"Your happiness is mine also," Jack said seriously,

The walls faded out, the music stopped and we were back in my room and I was cradled in Jack's arms once more, he was looking concerned and upset.

Jack's POV

Rachel looked up at me as if she was considering something, she pulled herself away from me, got up and walked to the window, I walked over behind her, the dull evening light poured in the window,

"Do I matter to you?" she said, still facing the street below,

"Of course," I replied,

I stepped forward, she turned and faced me, she gave me a look that told me not to touch her, and so I stopped where I was.

"You have changed my life, Jack," she said, still looking miserable,

I nodded solemnly in agreement,

Her eyes darkened as she looked at me, tears rising to them,

"But you can promise me nothing," she said angrily,

I wanted to look away from her unnerving gaze, but I couldn't,

"You are a dead man, Jack Phillips." She said slowly,

"I know, I know, I wish I could…" I tried to talk,

She looked away from me again,

"We have no future." She said bluntly.

A/N: More tomorrow, review please!