Chapter two

18th April 1912,

New York City, New York

Rose felt a warmth filling her upon entering inside. The place was familiar to her; she had stayed there with her mother and Cal before leaving for Europe. She never actually expected that she would return there with the love of her life besides her. When she was young, she read every book she could find, imagining she was the main character or that a brave hero had saved her from being eaten from a dragon...She didn't expect these fairy tales to be true; she the young girl, Jack the brave hero and Cal the dragon. Of course her mother disapproved all these books and banned her daughter from reading them.

"Boy, look at these things" Jack muttered amazingly, looking at the high ceilings and the chandeliers hanging. Many people were waiting in a long queue to get their key rooms and get some rest. The receptionist was in a gloody mood and maybe horrified- Rose thought- about letting third-class immigrants staying there.

About twenty minutes later, it was their turn. The brunette woman raised her eyebrows at them. "Names?"

"Jack and Rose Dawson" Jack replied. Rose grinned at this. DeWitt Bukater no longer existed for her. It was Dawson from now on. Rose. Rose Dawson, nice to meet you. She almost screamed in excitement and joy.

"Newlyweds?" the woman smiled, but her smile was forced. Her job's qualifications required to be nice with people.

"Yes actually but unfortunately our marriage license and our rings were lost during the sinking," Jack lied. It was a way to make people believe they were married until they really marry. Something he never expected

"I see. Third floor, room 345," the receptionist nodded, handing Jack a silver key. "Breakfast is served at eight o clock until ten and there's room service if you wish. Have a good day"

Nodding, Jack and Rose enveloped hands and walked towards the elevators. The steward nodded at them and they entered the luxurious elevator to get them in their room.

Meanwhile in the tea room of the hotel Ruth DeWitt Bukater was sitting sipping tea along with Danielle Wallery, a woman around her age. The band was playing a soft, jazz music and waitresses were rushing to fullfil the customer's wishes.

"So what are you planning to do after you leave?" Ruth asked taking a biscuit from the large plate. Danielle let her cup of tea in the saucer and sighed.

"I'm planning to go with George in Mexico to visit my daughter. She married with Samuel Greason a few years ago and the last time I saw her was one year before. But what are you planning to do Ruth? With your daughter's death? If I'm not being annoying right now"

"Oh not at all dear," Ruth laughed, even though it was fake, "Rose's body was not recovered so I'm planning to do a memorial service for her."

"It is so unfair!" Danielle exclaimed. "The poor girl didn't deserve to die. Who knows what these people did and she didn't get on a boat"

"We were about to get in a boat first but she said she would get last. That many other women and children deserved to ensure their survival first. I didn't see her since then. Poor Rose, she was such a kind-hearted girl" Ruth said, her lie coming out very easily.

"Oh my dear. Congratulations for raising such a good girl Ruth. She should be honoured with the best of services," Danielle said. "Are you going back in Philadelphia soon?"

"I'll leave in two weeks. Mr. Hockley is kind enough to make some accomodations for the funeral. He had ran to help Rose but my poor girl had gone to E-Deck to help some steerage people"

"Such a gentleman," Danielle muttered. She set her tea cup down. "Well Ruth it was a pleasure having tea with you but I'm afraid I must be going. I hope I'll see you soon again"

Ruth smiled and watched as Danielle exited from the glass doors and walked to the elevator. Oh Rose she thought. Look what you made me do.

Jack unlocked the door of their room and smiled upon opening it. Rose entered and grinned. The sitting room came in sight. It had two couches, an elegant fireplace and an armchair. Two paintings of Picasso were hanging on the wall and opposite of them a mirror. Jack locked the door behind him and threw the bag in the couch.

"I wish we could stay here forever," Jack grinned and collapsed to the couch. "Everything's so cozy here"

"Don't get used to it though," Rose smiled. She tugged at his sleeve. "Come on, don't sit! Let's see the rest of the room"

The study had a oak desk with a two chairs, drawers and a typewriter. The master bedroom was beautiful, with white silk sheets, a huge closet, a vanity and a balcony attached to it. Also attached was a bathroom, with a huge shower and bathtub, two sinks and a simple toilet. The carpets at all the rooms were white and fluffy.

"We should get a bath" Rose said. Jack grabbed the bag and pulled out the items that were given to the survivors. Three simple dresses, a shirt, suspenders and pants for Jack, a nightgown and pyjamas. Rose grinned.

"Maybe they have bathing robes on the wardrobe," she murmured and opening the closet she gasped. "Oh it has. It has everything we need!"

It had four bathing robes, a handbag, two hats, towels and sheets for the bed. "Look, look at this! We'll be thiefs if we get all these?"

"I dunno. Maybe they won't complain because we are survivors. A lot of people take things from hotels," Jack explained. "Are you going to get a bath first?"

"No you go first. We'll go for tea later?" Rose asked.

"Yes, why not. It would be good to walk around" Jack grinned. Grabbing a towel, he went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Rose sighed and put the clothes they were given on the closet and examined the room. There were small bottles of perfume in the vanity, an alarm clock, a small mirror with diamonds... All looked good now because she was with Jack. The man she loved and respected.

Jack exited the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Rose melted at the sight of him...so handsome, with broad shoulders and tight muscles...She wanted him. She loved him. Love. It was an odd and beautiful feeling the same time.

Grabbing her robe, she gave Jack a quick kiss and went to the bathroom. She undressed herself and allowed herself to sink in the warm and babbling water. She washed with the strawberry shampoo she found and enjoyed the feeling of a nice bath. She was sure she would enjoy her life after this at all.

After finishing, she wore a simple green dress she was given. Nothing compared to the green dress she wore during lunch four days ago but she liked it.

Jack had the radio on when she entered inside. Rose melted once again upon seeing him. It was the first time she actually felt comfortable around a man.

"Hey," he grinned. Rose picked up the hairbrush and started doing her hair as she leaned against the window. "It has such a nice view"

"Oh yes it has," Rose laughed. "When I was here before leaving for Europe, I only saw New York by the windows of the hotel. It was so... trapping"

"Well I'll make sure this is solved," Jack said, sitting on an ottoman. "First thing tomorrow is to go and explore New York. Everything for my lady"

Rose laughed and tucking her hair in a messy bun. She didn't care what people would tell about seeing her in this state. They would not even understand she was Rose DeWitt Bukater, daughter of Matthew DeWitt Bukater and Ruth DeWitt Bukater- Carley. The old Rose was so gone.

"Shall we head down to tea?" Jack asked in a fake gentleman voice as he offered her his arm. Rose laughed. "Sure thing" she replied taking his arm and heading to the door.

They entered the restaurant from the double french doors. Jack went to the nearest table for two and helped Rose to the seat. Rose giggled as Jack sat down with his nose high in the air. The table had a vase with flowers; roses. Jack grinned.

"Roses for my Rose"

Rose laughed and leaned to give Jack a kiss on the cheek. The waiter arrived with two cups of tea, a plate of biscuits and cucumber finger sandwiches.

"I didn't realize how hungry I was," Rose said, getting a biscuit, "Chocolate chips. My favourite"

Jack grinned seeing her taking a bite of the biscuit. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "My God it's so good. I haven't eaten them for months"

"That's torture," Jack frowned raising his eyebrows, "Let me guess. Your mother?"

"Oh surely," Rose shook her head and sighed, "Let's not talk about my mother. I want her to believe that I'm dead. That I no longer exist"

"Really?" Jack asked confusedly, "Are you sure?"

"From now on I'll be Rose Dawson. I'll no longer be Rose DeWitt Bukater. She doesn't live anymore. She went down with the Titanic"

Jack nodded, taking a sip of his tea. He made a funny face, "That's gross. What have they put on it?"

Rose shrugged, "Maybe a lot of sugar. Or maybe ginger"

"Ginger?" Jack raised his eyebrows amused, "My mother used to do it when I was sick. She almost forced me to swallow it... Don't tell me you like it?" he asked horrified.

Rose grinned. "I do. It's not as bad as you think."

Jack shook his head and laughed, taking a cucumber sandwich on his hand. "Now,that's food"

Rose grinned and they finished their tea break. "Should we go back at our room?"

Jack nodded, clearing his mouth with a tissue as he got up. "We'll take the room service for dinner right?"

Rose nodded. "Yeah. I don't want to bump into anyone unexpected. Oh and Mr. Dawson" she half-grinned. "I saw papers and pencils in our room. I expect you to make me another picture"

Jack smirked. "I'm in. Lead the way Miss"