Amelia woke up in a bed with white sheets tangled around her legs. She sat up and placed a hand on her chest, her eyes wide and her breathing rapid. She looked around at her surroundings, not fully taking in where she was.

"Amelia, love, relax. I'm here. I'm here. It's okay. I'm here..." Amelia felt a warm, strong hand on her shoulder and she turned her head slightly, looking at Harry. He was halfway aittinf up, his chest bare and his hair a mess. Amelia took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes.

Water, freezing cold water and the screams of people asking and begging for help. Their screams were ingrained in her memory, and she didn't think she would ever be free of them.

"You're safe. You're safe with me. Amelia look at me..." Amelia could feel his hand under her chin. He pulled her face towards his and when she opened her eyes, she saw the same look. One of regret that nothing more could be done.

"You are safe. We are safe. You have survived." Amelia nodded and then bit her lip. James. What happened to James?

"James..." Amelia saw Harry avoid her gaze, but she didn't push him. Either James survived and he wasn't telling her, or James passed and he wasn't telling her.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Lowe?" Amelia furrowed her eyebrows and shot Harry a confused look.

"Mrs. Lowe, your husband said you may need help with your dress?" Amelia never said a word. She laid back down and looked as a stewardess walked in.

"I'll run a bath for you Mrs." Amelia waited until the stewardess was out of the room and then she turned towards Harry.

"They wouldn't let us share a room unless we were married. I said we got married before titanic sank. As far as the crew on this ship know, you're my wife." Amelia blushed at the thought of being Harry's wife. She had thought about it, more than she would admit, but now people thought they were married.

"Alright then, dear husband, if we are married would they not expect a ring?" Amelia had thought she had him stymied, but Harry just smiled at her and reached over, and pulled a box out of his nightstand.

"This is the last I have to remember my grandmother. I take it with me on every voyage for good luck." Amelia bit her lip hard, as Harry pulled a simple gold band with three small diamonds out. He smiled at her and slipped it onto her left hand.

"It's been less than 2 weeks that I've known you, and I love you. It may be too early for marriage, but I still want you to have it. If not as an engagement ring, than a promise ring." Amelia blushed. Harry pressed his lips to hers and she felt the world fading away, only the two of them in that moment.

"I promised James I would care for you and take care of you. And I will. I will love you until the day I die and even after that. I will never stop loving you, Amelia Moody Lowe." Amelia smiled and hugged Harry, her body angled and her head on his shoulder.

"Mrs...oh I'm sorry. I interrupted you. I'm very sorry. Your bath is ready." Amelia pulled away from Harry and placed her feet on the carpeted floor. She walked over to the stewardess, feeling out of her comfort zone. She hadn't had anyone help her bath before; she hadn't had anyone draw her a bath before.

"Thank you." Amelia stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Her body was aching for a hot bath and Amelia smiled at the thought of being able to relax in the water.

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Harry knew he should've told her. He knew he should've told her the moment she woke up. But he didn't and he wouldn't allow himself to feel bad for not telling her. James Moody had survived the sinking, but he was also in and out of sleep and he was in pain medication. It made him hallucinate and sometimes he got violent without realizing it.

His hallucinations took him back to Titanic, the sinking of Titanic, and it made him violent. He fought against the nurses and doctors, probably thinking he was fighting for his life.

"You need to tell her. He won't be on the medication for long and when he comes off of it, he will find her. And if she finds out that you hid it from her, she will be very upset." Harry knew Charles was right. If he didn't tell her soon, she would find out on her own and then she would find out that he knew.

"I know. I just don't want her to see him like this. He could hurt her." Harry knew it was a possibility. He also knew it wouldn't be James fault.

"He's her brother. Her family. She deserves to know." Harry nodded and put his head down, focusing on eating his food. He knew what he should do but it didn't make it easy.

"You need to tell her before she finds out herself." Harry, again, nodded. He knew that. He knew that she could and probably would find out on her own.

"I will. I'll tell her today." Harry felt his stomach churn. He did not want to have this conversation with Amelia. He was not looking forward to whatever reaction he would get.

"Good." Harry frowned and finished his breakfast, then him and Charles joined the rest of the officers, minus James, and met with the Captain of the carpathia.

Harry was trying his damnedest to pay attention but he find himself distracted by the upcoming conversation he knew would have to take place.

"We will arrive April 18th. We will not unload passengers until the morning. Enjoy the best few days as best as you can. Once we reach New York, all hell will break loose." Harry frowned but nodded anyway.

He followed Charles out of the captains office and back out onto the deck. It was a cold morning and afternoon and with the sun just beginning to peek out, the deck was fairly empty.

"They'll have an inquiry into the sinking. The American government wants to know why." Harry could see Charles clench his fists by his side.

"I'll tell you why. It's because of goddamn Ismay. He had to rush the trip. He had to get to New York by Tuesday." Harry didn't say anything. He agreed with Charles, but he didn't say anything.

"And Ismay will place the blame on us. I know he will. I can already see it. We're now the only surviving officers of the Titanic. We're supposed to explain how the ship hit an iceberg, and only two of us were officially on rounds." Harry stepped towards the railing and looked over it.

The ocean was once again calm. Too calm for his liking. It reminded him of the sinking. The ocean was too calm then, too still.

"Ismay is a coward." Harry stepped away from the railing and shared a look with Charles.

"Bruce Ismay is a coward and he will pay for what he has caused."

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