About an hour later, Jack and Rose were walking along the bustling streets of New York that were filled with people rushing in every direction. The lowly couple took their sweet time though, enjoying the beauty of the city and reveling in the fact that they had no where they were required to go.

It was a rather mild afternoon, a little on the cold side, and Rose began to shiver as the breeze shot through the thin material of her dress. She wrapped her arms tightly around her torso in a desperate attempt to keep warm. Jack looked down at her and smiled.

"You cold?"

She nodded meekly and shivered again. "A little."

"I would give you my coat to wear, but I don't have one."

She laughed and gave him an amused grin. "It's fine. I wouldn't take it anyway. Then you'd be cold."

He shrugged. "Sometimes you have to sacrifice for those that you care about. And anyway, I'm hot like fire…or at least that's what my dad used to say."

She leaned in a little closer to him and sighed contently. "You're warm to me."

Jack grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in closer. In the hour or so that they'd been in the restaurant, both had forgotten their earlier discomfort. Rose had let go of her guilt…at least for the time being, and had decided that'd she'd tell when the time was right. For now, she just wanted to enjoy spending time with her love. And New York was a perfect place. It was so big; there was an endless amount of things to do. Anyone claiming otherwise would be sorely mistaken.

"Can we go to the park?" she asked pleadingly, looking up at him with her big green eyes.

He laughed and nodded. "If you want."

She grinned. "Yay!"

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "And what exactly is so special about New York Central Park, may I ask?"

She shrugged. "I don't know, I just love parks. When I was in England I used to make up every excuse possible to get my mother to take me to Hyde Park. I don't know what it is, they're just so pretty and relaxing."

"Yeah, I used to love hanging out on the shore by Lake Wissota. I know it's not a park, but there's just something about water. I can't stay away."

She sighed. "Even after…the sinking?"

He was silent for a minute, but then he gripped her tighter. "Yes; I still love the ocean and I always will."

Rose looked up at him again and frowned slightly. She opened her mouth to say something, but apparently thought better of it and turned away, shaking her head.

Jack had noticed, and he questioned, "What is it?"

She just continued to shake her head. "No, never mind."

"No; what?"

She sighed. "I just…I just wanted to know," she looked into his eyes and he could see that hers were glimmering with a mildly despondent air.

"Wanted to know what?" He grinned. "Remember, you can ask me anything, Rosie."

Her lips titled upward slightly into a small smile, but her gaze still held sadness and fear. But she continued. "I just wanted to know how you survived."

He sighed and looked away. "It's a long story, and…" He gazed at her pleadingly. "Can I tell it to you later? Tonight perhaps, or tomorrow?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course." In all honestly, she really was anxious to hear the tale, but she knew better than to push him.

"Thank you." He gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Right now I'd rather just enjoy New York with my beautiful rose."

"Alright."

He grinned. "To the park?"

"To the park."

Rose grasped Jack's hand firmly and began to lead him in the direction of New York Central Park, a bright smile plastered on her face. She couldn't wait to lie in the grass and rest under the trees, as she had never done it before. Her mother had never allowed such unladylike acts as playing in fields or climbing trees or dancing along the ocean shore, much to her dismay. She never quite understood why.

"Will you lie in the grass with me and watch the clouds?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" He didn't seem to have been expecting that.

"Will you?" she pleaded.

"Yes, of course…if you want me to."

She nodded vigorously. "Yes, please?"

He laughed. "You seem in begging mood this afternoon."

She pouted slightly. "So, is there something wrong with wanting to do something I've never done before?"

"No, not at all." He looked down at her for a minute. "You've never lied in grass before?"

She shook her head. "I tried to once when I was twelve, but my mother got angry and told me that I'd ruin my dress." Rose sighed. "After that I always had to have someone watching me when I was outside, because I'd tried several other things before."

"Such as…?"

She shrugged. "Climbing trees, wading in the lake, running in the fields. Things that everyone else seemed to be able to do. But not me…"

He squeezed her hand and grinned. "Ah Rosie, it's not that great. Your arms always itch after you're pulling grass out of your hair for days."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Okay, maybe not days…but still a good while."

Rose laughed and shook her head. "Oh Jack, what would I do without you. You can always make me laugh."

"Same to you, love," he said with a smile. "Same to you."

(A/N:) Sorry it took so long...and I know that saying I'm busy isn't an excuse. But I'm saying it anyway. I'm busy. Very very busy. When Spring Break arrives in a few weeks then I'll have more time, but unti then I'm booked. And sadly, I think my obsession of Titanic is beginning to slip. Actually...it's slipped a lot. :( And my love of Pirates is only growing...which is fine by me ;) But nonetheless, I shall continue to write this story just because, but it's not on my top list of priorities. And sorry if anything is misspelled...that's just me being incredibly lazy and utterly exhausted...and sick. As usual. Lol. But anyway, that's my sad little story. My obsession may be gone, but my love will never truly fade. I promise I'll never let go...

-Elizabeth