A/N: I know, this chapter jumps around A LOT. I needed to fit a lot into one chapter. This is definitely rated T (there's some *borderline* M) it happens on more occasions than one in this chapter haha-but it's not so descriptive as to be rated M. It's still T and it's not that bad. (It's mostly the drawing scene and a part with Fabrizio and Helga).

EDITED.

Jack And Rose Go MIA-Fooling Around In First Class; April 14th 1912

Cal escorted Ruth to dinner. Both of them were wondering where on Earth Rose could be. "What shall we tell the others at dinner?" Ruth asked nervously. She knew they couldn't say that she was probably off running around with that steerage boy, it would ruin their reputations.

Cal thought for a minute, "I suppose we could say she isn't feeling well?" he suggested.

Ruth nodded "Yes, yes, I can say that she's feeling a bit under the weather..." she said, an idea forming in her mind.

They entered the first class dining saloon and sat down at Captain Smith's table. The Astors, Colonel Gracie, Ismay, the Duff Gordons, Mr. Andrews, Molly, and the Countess of Rothes were also at the table. "Hey Ruth! Cal! Where's Rose?" Molly piped up.

Ruth cleared her throat into her napkin. "Oh, she's-"

"I'm afraid Rose won't be joining us for dinner, she isn't feeling well tonight, she's up resting in her cabin," Cal finished.

Ruth nodded "Yes."

Molly cocked her eyebrows suspiciously, she knew something was going on but didn't say it. "Ah, I see. Well, tell her that I hope she feels better soon!" she said, playing along.

"Yes, tell her for me as well," Mr. Andrews added with a smile. He'd also noticed the chemistry between Rose and the charming steerage lad.

Ruth nervously nibbled on a caviar cracker. "Of course, she'll be so glad to hear." Molly just nodded, rolling her eyes as she took a swig of wine.

Cal took a large swig of his champagne and turned to join the conversation between JJ Astor, Gracie, Ismay, Sir Cosmo, Mr. Andrews, and Captain Smith. "Have you heard the latest Supreme Court ruling?-" "Why yes actually-"

"So sorry to hear poor Rose isn't feeling well," Lady Lucille said to Ruth.

"Oh yes, thank you. She was ever so regretful that she couldn't join us-but she had such a headache so I left her with Trudy, our maid," Ruth replied, lying through her teeth, and she knew it.

"Poor dear!" Lucille exclaimed.

The Countess was listening intently also, and nodded. "Yes, I do hope she feels better in the morning!" she said.

Ruth smiled "Oh, I'm sure she will. Especially after I tell her how she was missed at dinner!" she said. More lies, but she wouldn't dare tell her society friends of her daughter's scandalous behavior. The idea of a fair bred girl parading around with a steerage rat was unspeakable in their current situation.

Cal glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, daring her to breathe a word. For if she did, he'd cancel the arrangement and leave them drowning in debt. Or so he'd threaten, because he really did want to marry Rose, if only to have something to brag about to his Harvard friends. The threat wouldn't be so bad for Rose, but it would be unthinkable for Ruth. So she nodded knowingly and Cal sipped more of his champagne.

Meanwhile, it was dinner time in third class as well. Olaus, Bjorn, Tommy, Fabrizio, the Dahls, and the Cartmells were all eating at a large table in the third class dining saloon. Olaus took a giant spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"Hey Fabri, where's Jack?" Tommy asked, also helping himself to the mashed potatoes.

Fabrizio shrugged "I know niente. He a' was up at the bow before and a' Rose come looking for him, is all I know," he said.

Tommy nodded "I see-well, that's strange," he said. Fabrizio nodded "Si, strange." He looked over at Helga, to see that she was blowing on a spoonful of steaming hot soup.

Cora was giggling "Helga, you look like the big bad wolf! I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down!" she laughed. Helga just smiled, not really understanding the reference. She'd never heard the tale before, considering it was an English one.

Fabrizio chuckled. "Uh oh-she a' kinda does! Look out spoon!" he said. Cora giggled again.

Helga laughed. "I not wolf! Soup er hot!" she exclaimed. She still didn't get it, but decided to go along anyways.

Bjorn grabbed some bread rolls, and stacked them in the middle of the table in front of Helga. "Helga, du blow it down?" he laughed. He hadn't heard the tale either, but thought it was funny and wanted to join in also. Cora giggled.

Helga rolled her eyes. "Nei!" she exclaimed, also giggling.

Fabrizio grinned "Here I help you," he flicked the bread stack and it crashed down.

"Hej!" Bjorn shouted, laughing. "Nej cheating!" This made Helga and Cora erupt in a fit of giggles.

"Yer all insane," Tommy rolled his eyes. He chuckled and took a swig of his beer.

"Du silly Fabrizio!" Helga giggled, kicking her shoes off and rubbing her foot against his leg under the table, her toes pushing up his pantleg. Fabrizio grinned, he liked the way her soft stockings felt against his leg.

"I know," he said with a sly wink. Olaf glanced at them, just to prove that he had his big blue eyes on them at all times.

Meanwhile, Rose brought Jack up to her first class parlor suite. "Are you sure this is proper, ya know, me coming in here?" Jack asked, his eyebrows cocked suspiciously.

Rose opened the door, "It's quite proper, I assure you," she said, laughing.

Jack smirked jokingly and walked inside. "This is the sitting room," Rose said as Jack looked around the room. He was examining the mantel when Rose spoke again.

"Will this light do?" she asked.

"What?" Jack asked, he hadn't realized she was talking to him.

"Don't artists need good light?" Rose asked, confused. She set something down on the table along with her shawl.

"That is true but I'm not used to working in such...horrible conditions!" Jack said in a faux French accent, pretending to swipe dust off the mantel.

Rose draped her shawl over one of the chairs. She laughed. Just then, Jack spotted Rose's paintings on the other side of the room. "Monet!" he exclaimed, rushing over to a painting.

"Do you know his work?" Rose asked. She was falling deeper and deeper in love with Jack, not only was he into art, but also seemed to love Monet as much as she did.

"Of course. Look at his use of color here, isn't he great?" Jack gently ran his fingers over the painting, careful not to actually touch it.

"I know, it's extaordinary," Rose said in awe.

She got up and walked across the sitting room to Cal's bedroom, Jack followed her. "Cal insists on carting this hideous thing everywhere," she said aloud, trying to open Cal's safe.

"Should we be expecting him anytime soon?" Jack asked smugly, peering around the corner into Rose's bedroom.

"Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out," Rose replied sarcastically, grabbing the Heart of the Ocean necklace from the safe. She brought it out to show Jack.

Jack took the necklace and examined it. "That's nice. What is it, a sapphire?" he asked.

"A diamond, a very rare diamond," Rose said, almost proudly.

Jack brought the sparkling blue heart necklace closer and looked at it against the light, he shook his head in awe. He noticed it was heavy in his hand, too. I don't know what was heavier... this or her engagement ring. He thought to himself.

Rose grinned. "Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls...wearing this," she told him.

Jack nodded "All right," he whispered, still admiring the beautiful, expensive necklace.

"Wearing only this," Rose added, a sly smile across her face.

Jack turned to face her, shocked. Did he just hear her correctly? Rose was wearing a smug expression, and Jack grinned. "All right."

Down in steerage, another party was going on. "Come on Bjorn, two outta three!" Tommy shouted, taking a swig of his beer before their arm wrestling re-match. Fabrizio and Helga also sat at the table, making goo goo eyes at each other. Olaf Dahl leaned over Bjorn, watching intently. Several other men gathered around the table to watch the re-match as well.

"YES!" Tommy shouted suddenly, knocking over not only his beer glass, but Bjorn's as well.

"NEJ!" Bjorn roared as the other Scandinavian men threw some bet money down on the table in front of the Irishmen.

Fabrizio laughed. "Hey Tommy you actually won this time!" he exclaimed. He took a swig of his own beer.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Hey shut it, I coulda won the other night if I wanted to!" he insisted.

"Sure," Fabrizio chuckled. Beside him, Helga looked bored. "You want to dance?" Fabrizio asked, grinning. He'd loved dancing with her the other night, and wanted to do it again.

Helga giggled. "Nei," she told him.

Fabrizio cocked his head to the side, confused. "Why not?" he wanted to know.

Before Fabrizio knew what was going on, Helga got up and sat in his lap. She hooked her arm behind his neck and started kissing him, not seeming to care that her father was right there. Fabrizio was pleasantly suprised and wrapped his arm around her waist, but Olaf Dahl cleared his throat loudly. Bjorn and Tommy snickered.

"Hei!" Olaf roared. "Helga nei!" He hated seeing his precious only daughter acting so loose in public, not to mention the fact that he didn't approve of their relationship in the first place.

Helga giggled and stopped kissing Fabrizio, she looked at her father, blushing madly. "Jeg beklager Pappa," she giggled out an apology.

Olaf's face was a deep shade of red. "NEI!" he roared. He looked at Fabrizio "Off av her nå!" he demanded. Fabrizio immediately let go of Helga's waist, causing her to pout and give him her big, blue, puppy dog eyes.

As soon as Olaf turned his attention back to Bjorn and Tommy, Fabrizio grinned at Helga. "You wanna sneak out, eh?" he asked, a thought other than dancing popping into his head.

Helga giggled. "Oh ja..."

Fabrizio grinned. "Shh-" he held his finger to his lips and motioned for her to follow him.

"Where are you guys going?" Cora yelled, running over to them. Fabrizio and Helga stopped in their tracks just as Olaf turned around, glaring.

"Cazzo!" Fabrizio muttered under his breath.

"Er, nowhere now," he said.

"Good! We're still waiting for Mrs. Molly!" Cora told him excitedly.

Fabrizio nodded. "Oh si, that's great!" he smiled. Helga tapped her foot impatiently, looking down to avoid her father's angry glare.

She elbowed Fabrizio softly in the stomach. "Hey Cora, you excuse us eh?" Fabrizio asked.

Cora giggled "Okay." The look on her face said that she knew exactly what they were going off to do. However, she said nothing, and skipped off to find her father.

Fabrizio and Helga both blushed "Hurry!" Fabrizio whispered, dragging Helga towards a conga line.

Olaf darted after them. Mick and the steerage band began to play faster as Fabrizio and Helga ducked under and dodged the dancers. "Hei! Get back here!" Olaf yelled, dodging through the crowd. He was tall enough that he could still see them.

"Gå!" Helga giggled, pulling Fabrizio out of the general room and up the staircase.

"Helga! We going the wrong way! We going up by first class!" Fabrizio shouted, laughing.

"Ja! Vi gå til first class!" Helga giggled. They could hear a man shouting in frantic Norwegian, as Olaf thundered up the stairs behind them.

"Uh-oh, Pappa! Gå!" Helga screamed.

"CAZZO!" Fabrizio yelled. Both of them were laughing hysterically as they ran up the stairs, and smack into none other than Molly Brown.

"Whoa there Sonny!" Molly exclaimed as Fabrizio nearly ran her over. "Ya nearly knocked me down!"

"Perdon, Signora," Fabrizio wheezed, turning bright red.

Helga giggled nervously "Jeg beklager."

Molly chuckled "Isn't the party down there?" she asked, nodding down the stairs.

Fabrizio grinned. "Si, we a' left the party, we're running away from-"

"HELGA JOHANNE DAHL!" Olaf's voice echoed up the staircase followed by his thundering footsteps.

"Oh shit! Got til gå!" Helga said, running down one of the first class corridors.

"See you!" Fabrizio yelled, charging after Helga. Molly laughed and continued down the staircase, just as Olaf came bounding up.

"Du see min datter?" he panted, he looked like an angry Viking.

Molly laughed. "Sorry Sir, she was runnin' pretty fast!" she said. She kept walking. Olaf huffed and retreated downstairs after Molly. He knew he wasn't allowed up in first class, and figured Helga and Fabrizio would be kicked out before they could do anything. He was wrong.

Bruce Ismay was just coming out of his cabin with his best cigars. He was on his way to join the other men in the lounge for an after dinner smoke and brandy. It was the perfect place to hide. "Quick!" Fabrizio whispered, sneaking across the hall. Luckily for them, Ismay had dropped something in the doorway and it didn't shut completely. They snuck inside.

The parlor area of the room had deep red walls with gold adornments. On one side was a fireplace and a mantel with a few expensive looking knicknacks. Also, on a table, was an ice bucket with a bottle of merlot sticking out.

"Oooh!" Helga exclaimed, seeing Ismay's large bed with all the comfy sheets and fluffy pillows.

Fabrizio grinned. "Si this is nice, eh?"

Helga giggled. "Oh ja!" She scrambled onto the bed and began bouncing up and down, giggling madly and twirling her bunad skirt around.

Fabrizio laughed as she plopped down amidst the fluffy pillows. "Is cozy eh?"

Helga giggled again "Ja! Du kommer!" she seductively motioned for him to join her. Fabrizio grinned and made his way over to the bedroom after looking around the fancy suite room, noting that Ismay had alot of nice things. He especially liked the black and gold clock on the desk. His bedroom had soft blue walls and a gold or brass framed bed. The sheets did indeed look very soft and the pillows very fluffy. Helga once again motioned for him to get in bed.

"Okay, Okay!" Fabrizio grinned.

Once in bed, Helga undid his suspenders and shirt buttons. "I undress du nå," she giggled. Fabrizio grinned and scooted closer to her, he began to take out her hairpins that held up her bun.

One pin at a time, her silky blonde hair fell in gorgeous waves down her back."Mio dolce. My sweet, pretty, Helga. You're as fair as a Norse Ice Goddess."

Helga giggled and kissed him all over his face. "Oh Fabrizio, jeg elsker deg!"

Fabrizio grinned. "Ti amo sweet Helga, I love you too." He took off her bunad sweater and slowly undid her blouse buttons, kissing her gently as he did so. Next, he lifted her long, red bunad skirt. Helga giggled again. "Slem gutt!" she squeaked in delight, calling him a 'naughty boy' in Norwegian.

Fabrizio grinned again. "Si signorina, and you are a very bad girl." They got under the covers.

Rose had taken a bath with the heavenly scented expensive soap that her mother had ordered from Paris. She put on a silk kimono-like robe and took out her butterfly hairclip in front of the mirror, letting her long red waves fall down her shoulders and back. She felt like Rapunzel, trapped, and finally being set free.

Jack was in the sitting room, rearranging some furniture. He moved the sofa to the center of the room and fluffed the pillows. Next, he sat down and sharpened his favorite drawing pencil.

Rose opened the door and entered the room in her kimono-like robe. She smiled seductively and twirled the hanging decoration on her robe, Jack smirked. "The last thing I need, is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll," Rose told him coolly. She slowly began to open her robe.

Jack stared at her, and realized that he wasn't suprised. He could imagine hundreds of pictures of her looking like a perfect doll, as she normally did. But not now, now she looked like an untamed lioness finally freed from her cage, her eyes were full of lust as if she were just waiting to live out all of her held in sexual fantasies.

"As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want," Rose continued, she'd flicked a coin at him causing him to grin at her lust filled smile. She backed up and slowly let her robe fall down her back and shoulders onto the floor, revealing herself to Jack entirely.

Jack was speechless, he could barely believe this was happening. It shocked him that a society girl would have such a strong desire to fool around with a mere steerage rat like himself. "Over on the bed...the couch," he stammered, gesturing at the sofa he'd moved.

Rose made her way to the couch, staring at him. It seemed to Jack that she was almost-flaunting herself. He sat up straight and positioned his sketch pad in his lap. "Go, lie down," he told her.

Rose obeyed him, unsure of exactly how to position herself. "Tell me when it looks right-" she began.

"Put your arm back the way it was," Jack said. Rose did so. "Right," Jack confirmed. "Put that other arm up, the hand right by your face there-" he continued. Rose did so again. "Right."

"Now, head down-" he started. Rose tilted her head into the cup of her hand, still smiling as if something was funny. "-Eyes to me, keep them on me," Jack said. He fixed his sketch pad position and grabbed his pencil. "And try to stay still," he added. Rose was grinning, she looked as if she was going to start laughing.

Jack took a deep breath and put his sketch pad up to his face. He began to draw. He used gentle, fine strokes as he'd glance quickly up at Rose. "So serious," Rose teased. Jack grinned and kept drawing, careful to include every detail and to be as neat as possible.

Rose lay still on the sofa, smiling. She knew Jack was a great artist, and she was excited to see this one. She really liked Jack, maybe even loved him, and this night was so special. She knew it was. Something made her want to laugh, and she was grinning like a fool.

Jack got to the more *sensitive* parts of the drawing. He began blushing. Of course, Rose noticed. "I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste," she teased. Jack grinned again. "I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing," Rose said with a smirk.

"He does landscapes," Jack replied in a teasingly matter-of-fact tone.

Rose held in a giggle. "Just relax your face," Jack said.

"Sorry," Rose said.

"No laughing," Jack told her. Rose closed her eyes and exhaled deeply, this was the best night in a very long time, and she never wanted it to end. Jack continued to draw for what felt like forever, as if the clock had just stopped and they were frozen in time. Finally, Jack was finished.

"Done," he almost whispered. Rose grinned, she got up to retrieve her robe then joined him behind his chair. They both admired the drawing together, and Jack blew the pencil shavings off of the paper, beaming with delight. He handed his sketch pad over to Rose.

"Thank you," she whispered. They kissed, causing Rose to laugh more.

She went into Cal's room and scribbled him a note. "What'cha doin'?" Jack asked, coming into the room.

"Will you put this back in the safe for me?" Rose asked sweetly, handing over the sketch pad.

Jack grinned "M-hmm." He went over to the safe and placed his sketch pad inside. He couldn't help but notice all of Cal's expensive things and large wads of cash.

Meanwhile in the first class smoking room, Cal had sent Lovejoy off to look for Rose. He was in the middle of cigars, brandy, and a poker game with Gracie and Guggenheim, when Lovejoy re-entered the room. "Would you excuse me?" Cal got up to speak with his valet.

"None of these stewards have seen her," Lovejoy informed him as they walked over to the back wall.

"This is absurd," Cal began, trying to hold back his anger. "-it's a ship, there's only so many places she could be. Lovejoy, find her," he said, managing to compose himself enough to give Lovejoy directions.

"Right away Mr. Hockley," Lovejoy replied in a bored tone. He left the room and Cal rejoined the other men for poker.

Fabrizio and Helga finished fooling around in Ismay's bed. "Even better than first time!" Helga giggled.

Fabrizio grinned "Si signorina, I think so too." Helga kissed his face again. "Hey, look over there-we drink eh?" Fabrizio grinned mischeviously, gesturing at Ismay's full bottle of expensive merlot.

"Ooh ja! Vi drink!" Helga nodded excitedly, jumping off the bed. She wrapped the sheets around her and went over to pour two glasses of merlot. Fabrizio grinned and wrapped a blanket around his waist.

"Grazie," he took one of the glasses and sat down by the roaring fireplace.

"Du er velkommen," Helga giggled as she practically sat in his lap. Of course, they finished the entire bottle of the expensive wine.

"Oh dio mio that was a' such good wine!" Fabrizio exclaimed with a grin.

"Oh ja!" Helga said, starting to kiss him again.

"Bad girl..." Fabrizio mumbled between kisses, he reached for the sheets that she'd wrapped around herself. Just then, they could hear loud footsteps coming down the hall. "Shh!" Fabrizio suddenly sat up straighter, listening closely.

Helga was confused "Hva?"

Fabrizio put a finger to his lips. "Shh! Someone is coming! We hurry and get out!" he whispered, panicked. He knew if the first class man caught them in his suite, they would be in huge trouble. They scrambled to get dressed and rushed out of the room, ducking behind a corner just as Ismay entered his room.

"Go!" Fabrizio said, knowing Ismay would be utterly pissed seeing his room after they'd been in there. Helga giggled and they took off running down the hallway. "Quick! We go! We go!" Fabrizio laughed as they ran down several flights of stairs back to third class.

By now, the steerage party was coming to an end. "Shh, we hurry and go back to your cabin so your Papa doesn't a' see us-" Fabrizio began, but was too late.

"HELGA!" Olaf bellowed in his angry, thick Norwegian accent.

Helga hid behind Fabrizio, blushing. "OUT! NÅ!" Olaf shouted, his face red as a beet. He had been waiting for them, and they'd run right into him. Helga went over and stood next to her father. Fabrizio shifted nervously on his feet. He let out a nervous laugh. "HVA SO FUNNY?!" Olaf yelled accusingly, shaking his fist at Fabrizio.

"I'm a so sorry signore-" Fabrizio started.

"DU KNULLE MIN DATTER?! DU JAEVLA DRITTSEKKEN!" Olaf shouted, shaking his fist and cussing him out in Norwegian. His fury was evident as his eyes seemed to go from blue to red like his face. Fabrizio could swear he saw smoke coming out of his ears, too. Helga cringed, still blushing madly behind her father.

"Pappa-" she started.

"HOLD KJEFT HELGA!" Olaf yelled, ordering her to shut up.

Fabrizio was speechless. "You see signore-I-" he stuttered.

Before he knew what was happening, Olaf rushed at him and grabbed his collar. "DU JAEVLA DRITTSEKKEN!" he shouted, shaking him mercilessly. Fabrizio was terrified, in his mind he pictured a mythological Viking charge.

"Stopp!" Helga demanded, pushing her father off of Fabrizio. "I tired, vi gå back til cabin!" she said. Olaf growled at his daughter, but surrendered.

"Fine, vi gå til cabin, du in trouble!" he grumbled, walking off down the hall.

Fabrizio found himself tongue tied. "I-" he began.

"Godnatt, Fabrizio. Jeg elsker deg," Helga whispered, kissing him softly.

Fabrizio grinned tiredly and hugged her. "I love you too my sweet Helga, sweet dreams," he said. Helga giggled and followed her father back to their cabin. Olaf Dahl was absolutely furious. Fabrizio made his way back to his own cabin, not really caring to talk to anyone else, he was too tired.

Bjorn and Olaus were already asleep in their beds, Fabrizio navigated the way up to his bunk without turning on the lights. He tried to fall asleep but Bjorn was snoring extremely loud-just like a bear, like his name. "Mamma mia..." Fabrizio groaned, pulling his blankets over his head.

A/N: Lol... editing takes forever! :P