Olivia Hockley woke up with tears in her eyes. It was the dream again. The one that kept reoccurring since her father died. It always filled her with joy during the dream, but when she woke up to reality, it was always crushing and left her depressed for days. Sighing, she slipped out of bed and walked over to where her suitcase sat. She opened it and pulled out a record, her favorite record. The one her father had brought for her before he had died. It was Tchaikovsky's Waltz of the Flowers. She had danced to that song at her first ballet recital and had loved the song ever since. It always took her away to another world, another life. When she danced to the song, she was no longer Olivia Hockley. She was something else...she was freedom personified.

She didn't know if Jack Dawson had a record player, but if he did, it would probably be downstairs in the living room area. Hugging the record to her chest, not even considering the fact that she may wake someone up, Olivia quietly slipped out of her room and made her way downstairs, where she indeed found a record player, right next to a bookshelf that held a good amount of books as well as a few odds and ends. Before starting the record, she moved the furniture around so that there was enough room for her to dance and then she started the music and began the movements of the dance, which indeed made her forget about her dream and everything else.

Jack had just closed his portfolio when he heard music playing downstairs. Keeping his portfolio in hand, he silently left his room and walked down a few stairs to see Rose gracefully twirling around to the music. Frowning, he stepped down again and realized that this wasn't Rose! It was Olivia of course! Jack chuckled to himself. How silly to think that the young girl was seventeen-year-old Rose! Rose looked quite different now. It was amazing how much Rose's daughter looked like her though. The only difference was the hair.

Inspired, Jack lowered himself down onto the stairs, opened his portfolio and began to draw, like the dancing Olivia, losing himself in his art.

"Olivia Margaret Hockley, what are…?," Rose was on her way downstairs, ready to tell her daughter off for waking the whole house, but all words faded when she nearly tripped over a sketching Jack. "Jack? Oh god, did she wake you?"

Ripped out of the artistic zone he was in, Jack looked up and grinned. "No, not really. I was just about to turn in for the night when I heard the music. Curious, I came down to witness this wild pagan spirit twirling around my living room."

Rose blushed, remembering how she had declared her ambition to be the next Isidora Duncan. "I can't believe that you remember that."

"She looks like you at that age. She reminds me of all that you had wanted to be."

"She's a lot better than I had ever dreamed of being. I'm afraid that I had lacked the discipline for ballet, but Olivia has it in spades. She's so talented….it's too bad that I couldn't afford to keep her lessons up."

"There's more that she can learn?"

"Yes, of course. If she was to be a prima ballerina. But like I said, I couldn't afford it after the crash. This damn depression has destroyed so many dreams, Jack. First, it was Titanic and now..."

"Hey," Jack took her hand and pulled her down next to him. "It's okay. I know, you've been through a lot but you've come through it all swimmingly. Some dreams may be gone, but you're still here to build more and make them come true. It's not over until it's over, Rose. One dream disappears, build another."

Rose gave a grim chuckle and shook her head. She was again in awe of this man. Nothing seemed to sap the hope out of him, even now. Even after losing all this time with her and their son. Jack was still able to find a way to keep hope alive. To make it all count. "If only it was that easy, Jack."

"It is."

Rose was curious. What was Jack's dream before the Titanic? What was it after the sinking? What was it now? "What was your dream Jack? Before we met and before the kids and I invaded your life?"

Jack shrugged. He hadn't really thought about any of his former dreams and plans and to be honest, after he couldn't find Rose….he had no dreams. All his dreams had seemingly died with the red-haired girl that had stolen his heart on a doomed ocean liner.

"To be honest...after my parents died...after it was obvious that the critics in Paris weren't interested in my work, I didn't really have dreams. Dreams meant plans and living on the street...you couldn't really plan anything. Then I had met you...my plan then was to help you escape your gilded cage and show you what real freedom was. Marry you and perhaps settle down after showing you the world. But Titanic sank and after that...I had no dreams and no plans. Not even after I came home. I just wanted to be left alone and live the rest of my life in relative peace."

"Then we showed up on your doorstep?"

"Then you showed up on my doorstep. Now I have a new dream for the first time in years."

"You do? Do you mind sharing?" Rose asked, now curious. What was this dream? Did it have to do with her?

Jack nodded, looking her straight in the eye. "I dream of having a close relationship with my son."

Rose wasn't surprised by that. She had watched as Jack and Jacob grew closer. It seemed that Jack's dream would come true. But she couldn't help the small twinge of hurt. She had somehow hoped that she was a part of Jack's new vision for his life. What did it mean if she wasn't?

"And...I dream of having a life with the woman I have loved for all these years. The one woman that I have never managed to get over."

Rose looked at him, her emotions rising up into her chest. She had loved Cal deeply. His death had sent her into another depression and it had taken all three of her children to drag her out of it. But her love for Jack, it had always been there in the background, only rising up once a year, during the anniversary of when she had lost him.

"Oh, Jack...you must be so disgusted with me. What we had on that ship had been so special that you never got over it. You never moved on with someone else. But the same can't be said for me. I did move on. I got married...out of necessity, but still...I got married….and then fell in love with the man and had a family with him. How can you not be angry with me? Or at least think the worse of me?" Rose bowed her head, again feeling ashamed that she had moved on while Jack clearly hadn't.

Frowning, Jack took her hand and held it tight. His eyes never left hers. Hopefully, she could see the sincerity in his gaze. "I am not disgusted because you did what I told you to...what I made you promise to do, remember?"

Did she remember? How she had wished so many times that she could forget! "Of course."

"I can't describe how happy and relieved I am that you kept that promise. How honored. Rose, I never wanted you to remain in mourning over me. I wanted you to move on with your life and live for both of us and you did! That is the greatest honor that you could have ever given to me!"

"I just don't want you to think that I hadn't really loved you, Jack. I don't want you to think that my love wasn't real. It was...it still is. I loved you back then and I love you now."

His smile was sweet, almost shy as he gently touched her cheek. "Please don't feel guilty for moving on, Rose. It was what I wanted you to do. I just hope that you don't think me a hypocrite, making you promise to go on when I didn't or rather couldn't do the same."

"Of course not."

"Good. Now that we got that out of the way...what is your new dream?"

Rose chuckled and looked down at her hands, then back up at Jack. She never felt so clear before...at least not after Cal's death. For the past two years, her life had been too uncertain to even think of hopes and dreams. But now, everything was steady and safe and she could finally think about the future! It was a good feeling. "My new dream is to be with you for always. I want to be with you and I want my children to be happy."

"I think that I can make that happen for you, Rose. I really do."

Rose's smile was warm and bright. "I believe you can."

Olivia performed one last leap as the music came to an end. She had returned to reality and was ready to return to bed. She opened her eyes and gasped and then smiled as she saw her mother and Jack on the steps, in each other's arms, locked in a passionate kiss.