Hello All, here is another chapter and I hope that you enjoy it, this one is more of a filler chapter but I hope you enjoy it either way.

I have dove into the mind of Helga Dhal in this chapter and I have portrayed her as a romantic with much joy. She is a character virtually ignored in the film and only really seen in parts in deleted scenes and even so that is barely enough. There are so many characters in Titanic that are ignored or sent to the world of forgotten scenes and yet who deserve so much more...

But Helga...Helga is a joy to write so watch this space.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine just this chapter.

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And any historical accuracies are at my door so I apologise .

Also any ...in Hegla's point of view is due to the scenes shown in the film and the silted language that the wonderful Camilla Overbye Roos portrayed.

Some Kind Of Tomorrow

Chapter 5-You Can't Always Trust What You See

Isabella goes to see Tommy but runs into Fabrizio and Helga (who have been sadly neglected so far) and Helga offers some simple advice. And then Tommy and Isabella begin to put their cards on the table. First Point of View of Helga.

She changed there and then as soon as she got back to her room into one of her 'lesser' dresses as they were called.

By lesser dresses she meant things that both Trudy and her Uncle thought she should be rid of them and that she should have left in Southampton but in reality she had taken because they were comfortable. She slid on the grey one that was tied at the side with a series of small bows and if she was being honest she kept because it was one of the easiest dresses she had. She slipped off her shoes and pulled on her boots and then pulled her hair down slipping out the cabin when she was sure the coast was clear. It was apparent that nobody was around. The jovial atmosphere of the previous night was dying down somewhat as most families regardless of class managed to find their sea legs and slip away to bed.

Certainly the merriment of first class was dying out now and as she stepped onto the deck and walked towards the barrier that separated first from steerage she was pleased to see that though it was still sunset the deck was deserted.

There was no booming party in third class this night. Instead the main area (which seemed to be several chairs and benches in a part of the deck that had little light but a small view of the sea were made up of various people and families together. There was a select number of women in the corner all with their needlework out, hemming, darning, knitting and gossiping together as if it was a normal evening out for them and she saw one man pouring over his writing with an expression of deep frustration as if he was trying to find the way forward with whatever he was writing.

There was a cluster of school children all of them from Germany if their language was anything to go by and she watched as one man began to teach them stilted English and realised she was looking at a small school in the making and her heart was suddenly thumping with a longing for something that she couldn't understand and yet understood all at the same time. She had to look away from such a domestic scene even though she wanted to sit there and watch as the small children began to piece together the knowledge that would help them in getting to America, a new life and a new start.

And as she turned she nearly staggered into someone.

"Apologies—" she began and then she saw who it was. It was Jack Dawson's Italian friend, Fabrizio and Helga the Norwegian girl with the scarf with the wonderful embroidery. They were holding hands and looking for all the world as if they were a happy couple on the cusp of love. Looking at them she thought that there were many of them—young people with their whole lives ahead of themselves on that ship and they were desperate for love, for excitement, for life.

Christ she should not have had that last glass of champagne at dinner but liquid courage and all that.

"Hello" Helga said smiling. "It is…Isa…bella? Yes?"

"Yes" Isabella said smiling. "And you are Helga"

Helga beamed.

"Are you hear for someone Miss Ismay?" Fabrizio said his accent strong too but his smile was all to knowing and she wondered if he knew what she was here for. Or who she was here for.

Well there was no going back now.

"I was looking for Tommy Ryan" she said drawing on the fact that she was acting more courageous than she was feeling. "Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"He goes for a smoke on the outer decks before bed" Fabrizio said smiling. "He might still be there" he bowed politely and then his fingers still interlocked with Helga he disappeared. She turned and smiled and waved and Isabella waved back. Then she turned around and began to walk towards the cool air that was the short portion of deck at the front of the ship that the steerage passengers had to themselves and was at this moment in time quiet empty.

The second that she was gone Fabrizio stopped and peered around trying to see what was happening no doubt. Helga punched his arm. She might not be able to speak much English but she knew a boy who was trying to interfere in his friends love lives when she saw it.

"We…should…not…meddle…" she said hoping against hope that when she said it she was sounding like her Mama who had a way of speaking such words (often accompanied by a glare) that made everyone around her take effect. She was not sure she achieved it however considering Fabrizio was looking at her and the way she knew herself to be smiling she was not doing a very good job.

It seemed that here, on this ship, everyone was doing something that they shouldn't be. Both of Fabrizio's friends were in love with girls that were of a different world to theirs and even she, prim and proper and as correct as her Mama had raised her to be, was standing here, hand in hand with a boy she had just met not even two days ago and desperate for this ship to never dock so she could spend all the time in the world with him and his charming smile.

"No we should not" Fabrizio agreed. "But I wish only the best for Jack and Tommy. The world is changing is it not? Perhaps soon we call all call whoever we want our hearts greatest desire"

Helga paused. Her English was silted at best but she understood a lot more than she could speak. It helped when travelling to America to learn to understand what was being said about you and she could understand Fabrizio somewhat because she worked hard at it but he spoke sometimes as if he was from the pages of a poetry book and it was hard for her to piece together the words and the phrases and even the meaning.

But when he looked at her like that, like she was the most precious thing in the world she wanted nothing more to do than to throw herself into his arms and let his lips and his words come down upon her skin as if she was the most precious thing that he had ever seen. It was a strange and heady feeling and she never wanted it to stop. If this was love as the storybooks foretold then she could understand why so many people wanted, craved and broke when they had and lost love. It was such a precious feeling and here on this ship it was so free and flying. Titanic truly was the ship of dreams and Helga not for the first time wanted time to stop so that this ship would never reach it's destination and she would be free to be with Fabrizio for ever and ever and ever. It was a selfish thought but one she could not help thinking when nights like this seemed to stretch endlessly.

"What are you thinking about mi amor?"

"That I never…want…to leave…that I want to stay with you forever…"

A lack of language or not she was not sure weather or not she would be able to keep such thoughts to herself and the words spilled out of her. She was seventeen she was desperate for love and he was here looking at her as if she was the most precious thing he had ever seen, as if she was gold and he wanted to stare at her forever and ever and ever and Helga as romantic as she was, as reckless as her mother always said she was wanted to fall and never stop falling as long as his hands were around her waist and he was prepared to catch her when the inevitable that was life caught up with her.

Fabrizio's smile was wide and his eyes were shining and he cupped her face in his hand and shot her a look and her heart warmed as he realised that he was asking permission. She nodded her heart beating almost out of her chest as he lowered his mouth to hers and for the first time she was kissed.

His mouth was soft and as light as a feather and she felt her hands slid around his shoulder as his tongue probed at her mouth. She'd never been kissed before so Helga was not sure if she was doing the right thing but she thought considering Fabrizio kept kissing her she seemed to be doing the right thing. But then his hand was sliding around the small of her back and she was pressed right into every line of his hard, young body and she didn't give much thought to anything else for quite a while.

Finally they broke apart but only because a door behind them opened and shut and footsteps followed. Freezing Helga paused her hands on Fabrizio's waist, if it was her Mama she was dead. If it was her Papa there was good chance Fabrizio was dead.

However thankfully it was neither. It was that nice man Burt Cartmell whose adorable daughter had danced with Jack Dawson and who had said she would help Helga with her spelling "Don't worry" Cora Cartmell had said her red curls shaking as she bobbed her head up and down like a adorable duckling, "I find spelling awfully difficult too".

Burt had a cigarette in his mouth and when he saw them half hidden in the darkness he rolled his eyes.

"Honestly. You young folks are always falling in love. Make sure you get yourselves to bed at a respectable hour and don't do anything compromising. Don't want to give us steerage a bad name do we?"

Helga understood little of this though if his pink cheeks were anything to go by Fabrizio did. Considering Burt was grinning as he said this and he winked at her as she passed she was sure that they were not in too much trouble but she still gripped Fabrizio's arm a little tighter as she realised that it was rather prudent for this lovely little moment to end before someone else came looking for them.

"We should…move into the light…" she said gesturing.

"Ah well…anything you say mi amor" Fabrizio said with a grin and then he was pulling her back towards the little school that was breaking up for the night the children clutching their books and their little faces bright and animated for a future where everything would be as bright and golden as this ship and the magical moments on it.

Helga rested her head on Fabrizio's arm their hands still interlocked and thought that there was nothing better than being on this ship. Titanic. The Ship of Dreams and all the whimsical, romantic notions that came with it.

She had seen him as soon as Helga had pointed him out.

He had forgone his hat and his curls were being gently ruffled and blown about in the wind and though she did not know it now, so unsure and so frightened of what the future looked like when she looked back and thought of this moments he would realise that this was the very moment where she knew.

"Tommy?"

He started and turned seeing her there. She did not know what she looked like with the strong wind blowing her hair across her face and away and into it all at once. He stubbed out the smoke and stared at her for a second as if he was seeing things and then his face broke into a smile that was wide and welcoming and the most perfect thing that Isabella had seen in a long time.

When he said her name, it was coated in some kind of an emotion she was not sure if she was ready to name yet.

"Isabella"

This was the moment Isabella knew, where everything one way or the other was about to change forever.

She stepped forwards.

And thank God that Burt Cartmell exists because again he has been an utter ease to write.

Next Chapter-Isabella and Tommy finally put their cards on the table as Isabella and Bruce begin their final showdown. Isabella is presented with a choice in which their is no easy ending.