Hi, so here is another chapter and we now have only four more chapters left in this story! This chapter is my take on how Tommy stays alive so I hope you enjoy it and I hope I did it well.

Again this chapter takes inspiration from the characters in the film and therefore my version of Bruce Ismay and William Murdoch is based off that. There is not nor will there ever be any disrespect to any of the real life people who were on the Titanic.

Any historical inaccuracy I apologise in advance.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine.

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Some Kind Of Tomorrow

Chapter 16-In My Time Of Dying

Tommy, Fabrizio, Rose and Jack are trapped on Titanic in a desperate fight for survival. And Bruce Ismay commits the ultimate sin.

Tommy barely had time to see the boat hit the water and then she was gone.

And more to the point so was he. He had been shoved roughly aside by desperate people looking for a chance to get off the boat or at the very least get their woman and children off.

As far as he knew that was it. There was nothing more. It was over and now they had to accept their fates. Tommy pushing himself off the decking had to admit that it was easier to do now that Isabella had gone. That though he was going to die on this damn ship at least she wasn't. That he wasn't going to watch the woman he loved die a painful and terrifying death. He didn't have to watch that fire go out and those eyes go dark and the spirt get crushed. Isabella would get to live. She could get married and start a family and be happy. Of course it wouldn't be with him but she would get the option of doing it anyway.

And Tommy found that that relaxed the knot of terror that had formed into his stomach.

"What do we do?" Fabrizio asked. "We look for other boat?"

"Nah, we've got to go and find Jack and Rose" Tommy said with an eye roll. "Make sure that Jack hasn't killed her for that little stunt and then we figure it out from there. Night like this a man should be with his friends at the end"

Fabrizio watched him. How much of this he understood Tommy didn't know but they made their way down the deck and through to the golden staircase which just this morning would have been unthinkable.

Jack and Rose were embracing.

"Nice stunt Red-Head" Tommy said clapping Jack on the shoulder. The muscles under his hand were still trembling.

"Thanks" Rose said wiping away her tears. "And you really can call me Rose you know"

"Well I suppose you better call me Tommy then. Were all going to die tonight"

"Don't say that Tommy" Jack said wiping his eyes though he did manage a small smile. "Seriously don't"

Tommy just shook his head. Optimism belonged where they were all going to be soon enough—with the fishes.

"So Rose your best friends with the man who designs this ship—what do we do next?"

Rose breathed in and out to get herself under control but when she spoke it was clear.

"There were two collapsible lifeboats still left. They need help getting them down because they were never supposed to be used. Mr Andrews had to fight for Mr Ismay to even get them on the boat but…" she trailed off with a small shrug and then she and Jack were intertwined again. Tommy looked at them and had to look away least his stomach start knotting again. He wanted the steady support of Isabella by his side, the comfort that Jack had in holding hands with the woman that he loved but he had not been lying. He had never wanted Isabella to get off that life boat and had she done what Rose had done he really would have killed her when he had the chance.

Nothing, nothing was more important than her staying alive. Even if it meant that had to miss her as if it was a terrible wound that was bleeding without anyone seeing it.

But he could not deny that though he would hate that she was here with him he also wanted her here with him. Tommy had never been one for understanding or overcomplicating an emotional state and even now at the hour of his death (or cutting it bloody fine either way) he still didn't have the words to describe his emotions. He was emotional. Fuck knows what kind though.

"Alright" he said cutting in through the fog of emotion. Fabrizio next to him was silent.

"Alright that's where we head we—"

"GUN"

Fabrizio was pointing then his face livid with terror and the three of them stared. There was the man that Rose was supposed to marry storming down the stairs carrying a gun and looking more livid than Tommy had ever seen a man look before.

"Meet at the boats and RUN!" Jack said dragging Rose and Tommy ducked, swearing grabbing Fabrizio by the shoulder and ducking the opposite way. While the fiancé clearly had eyes for Jack and Rose there was also his man following him and neither one of them were going to wait. Fabrizio forced open a door and suddenly they were back outside ducking past people and running down the length of the deck and noticing that the water which had yet to touch the deck had clearly managed to submerge the front of the ship. They ran past the band who were still playing and only stopped only when they thought they had put enough distance so that they could blend together in a crowd.

"Boat" Fabrizio said shortly as Tommy leaned against the wall and took a breath.

He looked and saw that his friend was right. There was one more lifeboat that had crashed to the ground and two more that were in dire need of being helped. The boat that was more than likely going to slid off the ship instead of lowered was already crammed with woman and children and Tommy felt slightly gratified to realise that this time there was a decent amount of third class woman and children mixing in with the rest.

"Come on" he said dragging Fabrizio. They managed to dodge around the stewards who were frantically trying to keep order and they got to the edge of what must have been a deck once and was now completely submerged in water.

"Jesus" Tommy said and though he was not the most religious of types he found that he was praying to a God he was not a hundred percent sure he still held faith in. And he wasn't praying for him but he was praying for the rest of the poor bastards still trapped upon this ship because now he could see how much of the ship had submerged under water he could fully appreciate that Titanic was really going down and hundreds of people were going to go down with her.

"Stand back. Stand back I say!"

That was one of the main officers and Tommy watched as he pulled out a gun and fired in the air.

"Next man who tries will die"

Oh good that was all they needed some fucking lunatic with a gun in the mix. Tommy might not understand the horrible pressure the officers were under but he had to say that a gun was only going to make the panic worse.

Case in point when he fired in the sky and several woman desperately trying to get to their last avenues of safety screamed and started sobbing.

Something crashed into him and he staggered forwards. The officer swung the gun around but before something, anything could happen, Tommy felt his knee get kicked out from under him and he crashed to the floor another body on top of his.

The man behind him had been shot.

He couldn't have been more than eighteen and he had been scared. Tommy could see it in his dark eyes and the blood poured from the wound onto his jumper, his face, his hair and he could smell it and…

There was another bang and a very Italian.

"Tommy!"

Something shifted and the body was shoved off him and Tommy let Fabrizio his face white drag him to the side.

"I thought you were dead"

"Yeah" Tommy said in a sort of daze, "I thought I was for a second there as well"

"Here son" came a voice and they both turned to see a man dressed for dinner, a first class toff as he once would have called them. He too was white to the face and shivering though it was probably just cold in this case and not the bone deep terror that had sunken into Tommy's very being. This man was older, kind of like his father Tommy though and wow he must be really out of it for that comparison to be made and he was holding out a flask.

Tommy took it with shaking fingers, it was whiskey and the good kind to boot. He took three gulps and felt the burning liquid rip through his throat, down his stomach and warm him through and through. He passed it wordlessly to Fabrizio who took another gulp his long fingers shaking somewhat.

"Thanks" he said passing the flask back.

"No" the man said. There was something about him that was vaguely familiar. "You two keep it. I'm going to go and look for my dog"

"Beg pardon" Tommy said weekly. It was not a question and he couldn't muster up much surprise but this on top of everything else was becoming a little too much.

"Madeal—my wife—she asked me to look for the dog"

He shot a look at the boat that was partly clouded from view and there was a deep love and a deep longing written in his eyes. There was also an understanding there that Tommy thought came from an age of living. Something that he was not sure he would be able to do. He had done all his living on the streets and this had supposed to be his fresh start and it had been in a way hadn't it? And now—

"I hope you find it" Fabrizio said quietly.

The man nodded and held out his hand and Tommy shook it. Fabrizio did too and then with one nod to the boat he was gone.

Tommy felt his legs drop to the deck and he sat down uncaring that the water was going to soak through his trousers. There was no point about worrying about keeping dry now was there? He took another mouthful of whiskey and passed it to Fabrizio and wiped his hands over his face feeling the sweat and tears mingle together.

"The officer killed himself" Fabrizio said quietly. Tommy couldn't muster up a response to that at all. Fabrizio seemed to understand.

"We need to move" Fabrizio said suddenly. "We need…Tommy we cannot stay here yes?"

"Yeah" Tommy said weekly. "Yeah we—" he turned and looked over the flask and saw in the corner the name. JJ. Astor engraved on it and nearly laughed. Trust him to be given a flask from the richest man in the world jus before he died. Hell there was enough here for a poor family to get a couple of good—

"TOMMY!"

"Yeah" he acknowledged again and then this time he actually did pull himself to his feet and he and Fabrizio set off back towards the dry part of the deck. The cold water seeping into his trousers had helped somewhat and he felt calmer than he had done in a long time.

Between the two of them they began to stagger towards the top of the deck but then Tommy stopped.

Had he not been standing there he wouldn't have believed it with his own eyes. Fabrizio followed his gaze and watched too. Every officer on deck watched with the same condemnation in their gaze as Bruce Ismay dressed for dinner with a warm coat on climbed onto a boat and took the last seat in one of the last lifeboats onboard Titanic.

For a moment Tommy watched as the boat lowered what little it could. There was nothing that the officer could do though his face said it all. The disgust was written on a good deal of woman on that boat too and Tommy saw one mutter to her friend and then shoot Ismay a glare that he personally wouldn't have liked to be on the end off.

Even now he couldn't stay with the other man and accept that this was his fate. Even now the coward was taking a cowards way out and suddenly he was so enraged he couldn't speak.

This man…this evil man had condemned thousands to die and had taken a place that a woman or a child could have taken. This was 1912 the age of chivalry was strong throughout the classes. Woman and children went first, now and always and Tommy knew that, Fabrizio knew that, Jack knew that, it was why they had cut their own hearts out and let the woman they love go. Well alright Jack hadn't but he had come pretty damn close.

And now…

It had been Bruce Ismay's cheapness that had allowed this to happen. Had they had enough lifeboats for every passenger, for every crew member then this wouldn't matter but it had been his design, his desire and his arrogance that had led hundreds of people to this moment and now he had taken a place on a boat and was going to live to spin the story for himself.

Christ he couldn't even die like a man!

Had Tommy not already hated the man for his actions towards his niece then this would have been the final straw, this was unforgivable.

And you know what he thought to himself. He was going to live. He was going to get through this come hell or high water and he was going to find Isabella and he was going to make sure that nobody would ever doubt whose fault this was, even if Bruce Ismay did get out of this with his reputation intact (considering the American press even Tommy very much doubted) then Tommy was going to make damn sure that he was reminded as much as he could about the men, woman and children he had condemned to die.

"Come on" he snarled and Fabrizio who had been watching his own face a picture of fury nodded. Tommy grinned and it was like a combination of the cold and the whiskey and the anger had ignited something in him and he knew what he had do now. Before he had been prepared to lie down and die and now…now he was going to fight. He was going to fight and if he was going down then he was damn well going to go down fighting.

He was Tommy Ryan after all. He was Isabella Ismay's fiancé and he had not gone through all this to lose her because her Uncle was a coward.

"We are going to live"

And together they went to find the small but now invaluable disposable boats to see them lowered and perhaps to secure a small chance for them and others to see the sunrise peek through the darkness again.

And there you are, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will do my best to bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Tommy and Fabrizio find themselves separated and locked in a battle for survival. Isabella, Helga and Cora watch from the boat. And Titanic, the Ship of Dreams goes to her watery grave at the bottom of the ocean.