A/N- Thanks to all of those who reviewed! I'm glad that MOST of you really
liked the first two chapters. For those of you who didn't, I'm sorry but I
thought it was a good start for someone who has just started her first
Titanic story. I'm not going to cry over your review and I won't hate you
for it because you're entitled to your own opinion. By the way, how do you
know that they are going to live happily ever after? You never know, I
could have a meteor crash on top of their house. You just never know.
Chapter Three
Rich Uncle Penny Bags
When Rose awoke the next morning she couldn't remember where she was. When she saw all of the fancy things she thought that the whole Titanic thing had been a dream and she was still with Cal but when she rolled over and saw Jack sleeping next to her she knew that it wasn't a dream and that she wasn't with Cal anymore. Cal was just a bad memory and he was in the past now. That Rose didn't exist anymore.
"Rose?" Jack asked sleepily.
"I'm right here," Rose said as Jack began to fully awake.
"God, that was the best sleep I've had in a long time." Jack said.
"Well I'm glad because we have a big day today." Rose said walking towards the bathroom.
"What are we going to wear? We should make a good impression and I don't think we'll be able to do that with clothes that have been through a lot in the past few days." Jack said referring to the clothes that hadn't been washed since the night the Titanic sank.
"Well then we'll just have to get some new clothes." Rose said.
"What about money? We don't have a lot." Jack reminded her.
"Well, I'm sure that Cal left us a little something in this jacket of his." Rose said picking up the coat that Cal had wrapped around her just before the Titanic sank.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because, for a coat it's unusually heavy." Rose said as she dug through the pockets. "Oh my word!" She said a few moments later.
"What?"
"This!" Rose said pulling out a large wad of cash.
"What else is in there?" Jack asked sounding curious.
"This," Rose said as she dug out the blue diamond necklace Jack had painted her wearing. "I'm sure we could fetch a hefty price for it."
"You don't want it?"
"No, it reminds me of the old Rose, but that Rose sank to the bottom of the ocean with thousands of other people. This Rose doesn't want it or to have anything to do with it anymore."
"Alright, if you're sure. We could go to the jewelers, get some money for it and then get some new clothes."
"And then we can go meet with your uncle."
"Okay, sounds like a plan." Jack said going into the bathroom to wash up.
***
Later that morning, they had more money in their pockets than they knew what to do with and they were both in new clothes. Not too fancy but not too plain either. Jack was in a dark brown suit and tie and Rose was wearing a long, periwinkle dress with a matching hat.
"Ah, I see Mr. Dawson's guests have arrived." The man from the night before said as they walked through the double doors.
"Yes, we'd like to see him as soon as possible, please." Jack said straightening his tie.
"As you wish," the man said turning around a buzzing Stefan Dawson's apartment.
"Yes?" A female voice on the other end asked.
"Mr. Dawson's guests are here, shall I send them up?" The man asked.
"Let me check," the female said. A few moments later they heard her say, "Please do so at once."
"Thank you," the man said. "You may go up now."
"Thank you," Rose said as they walked towards the elevator on the other side of the lobby.
"My pleasure," the man behind the desk said.
"What floor, sir?" The man in the elevator asked Jack.
"The fifth floor, please." Rose said.
"Fifth floor it is." The man said.
When they reached their destination the man opened the doors for them and even bowed to Rose as she stepped out.
"Thank you," Jack said putting a one-dollar bill in the man's hand.
"No, thank you," the man said looking at the crisp bill in his hands before closing the doors and directing the elevator back down to the lobby.
"Well, here goes nothing," Jack said as they walked up to the door that said 524 on the little gold plate. After Jack knocked a man in a tuxedo opened the door.
"Hello, I'm Charles, Mr. Dawson's butler. Mr. Dawson has asked me to show you into the living room where you can wait while he finishes a little business in his office." Charles said ushering them into a fancily furnished room.
"Thank you, Charles," Jack said as he and Rose settled in on the settee.
"Mr. Dawson will be with you momentarily but while you are waiting would you like something to drink?"
"Sure, I'll have a glass of water and my lady friend will have-"
"A glass of lemonade, if you please." Rose finished.
"Very well, I'll bring those out right away." Charles said heading back into a room that was undoubtedly the kitchen.
"Wow, this place is nice. What kind of business is your uncle in?" Rose whispered to Jack.
"I don't know, I think he works in the stock market or something."
"Really? They say that there is a lot of money to be made there these days." Rose said as Charles walked back in with a silver tray. On top of the tray was a goblet filled with sparkling water and a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you, Charles," Jack said as Charles placed the tray on top of the coffee table in front of them.
"Mr. Dawson is just finishing up and he'll be out very shortly." Charles said before turning around and heading into the kitchen again.
"Jack?" Came a man's voice from behind them.
"Uncle Stefan?" Jack said standing up.
"My word, aren't you just the spitting image of your father?" Stefan said.
"You look just like Pappy," Jack said as he shook Stefan's hand.
"And who may I ask is this?" Stefan said glancing at Rose.
"Oh, this is my-"
"I'm his fiancé, Rose," Rose said getting up to shake Stefan's hand.
"Well, you certainly have made something of yourself." Jack said as he looked around again at Stefan's apartment.
"Well, I try, but I hear you haven't been doing so well since you left Wisconsin."
"No, not really." Jack said looking at the floor.
"Nothing to be ashamed of. When I first came to New York, I had twenty dollars in my pocket. Now look, I own the fifth floor of a fancy apartment building."
"Yeah, I guess," Jack, said as all three of them sat down in the living room.
"Well, when do you two plan on getting married?" Stefan asked.
"Well, we don't know but we were hoping to get married as soon as possible." Jack said.
"Nonsense, you must have a long engagement or the people will talk. But this will make an amazing story for the people at the Times."
"I'm sorry, what will?" Rose asked.
"'New York Millionaire Finds Long Lost Nephew', can't you just see it?"
"Yeah," Jack said feeling a bit unsure.
"I'll have to get my secretary to set up a meeting with a reporter but until then I insist that you both stay here."
"No, we couldn't possibly-" Jack began.
"You must, I have more than enough room. And perhaps Ms. Rose one of my lady colleagues could take you shopping." Stefan said.
"Very well then, if you insist." Jack said glancing at Rose. She just nodded her approval.
"Wonderful, I'll have Charles make you up a room." Stefan said looking quite pleased.
Chapter Three
Rich Uncle Penny Bags
When Rose awoke the next morning she couldn't remember where she was. When she saw all of the fancy things she thought that the whole Titanic thing had been a dream and she was still with Cal but when she rolled over and saw Jack sleeping next to her she knew that it wasn't a dream and that she wasn't with Cal anymore. Cal was just a bad memory and he was in the past now. That Rose didn't exist anymore.
"Rose?" Jack asked sleepily.
"I'm right here," Rose said as Jack began to fully awake.
"God, that was the best sleep I've had in a long time." Jack said.
"Well I'm glad because we have a big day today." Rose said walking towards the bathroom.
"What are we going to wear? We should make a good impression and I don't think we'll be able to do that with clothes that have been through a lot in the past few days." Jack said referring to the clothes that hadn't been washed since the night the Titanic sank.
"Well then we'll just have to get some new clothes." Rose said.
"What about money? We don't have a lot." Jack reminded her.
"Well, I'm sure that Cal left us a little something in this jacket of his." Rose said picking up the coat that Cal had wrapped around her just before the Titanic sank.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because, for a coat it's unusually heavy." Rose said as she dug through the pockets. "Oh my word!" She said a few moments later.
"What?"
"This!" Rose said pulling out a large wad of cash.
"What else is in there?" Jack asked sounding curious.
"This," Rose said as she dug out the blue diamond necklace Jack had painted her wearing. "I'm sure we could fetch a hefty price for it."
"You don't want it?"
"No, it reminds me of the old Rose, but that Rose sank to the bottom of the ocean with thousands of other people. This Rose doesn't want it or to have anything to do with it anymore."
"Alright, if you're sure. We could go to the jewelers, get some money for it and then get some new clothes."
"And then we can go meet with your uncle."
"Okay, sounds like a plan." Jack said going into the bathroom to wash up.
***
Later that morning, they had more money in their pockets than they knew what to do with and they were both in new clothes. Not too fancy but not too plain either. Jack was in a dark brown suit and tie and Rose was wearing a long, periwinkle dress with a matching hat.
"Ah, I see Mr. Dawson's guests have arrived." The man from the night before said as they walked through the double doors.
"Yes, we'd like to see him as soon as possible, please." Jack said straightening his tie.
"As you wish," the man said turning around a buzzing Stefan Dawson's apartment.
"Yes?" A female voice on the other end asked.
"Mr. Dawson's guests are here, shall I send them up?" The man asked.
"Let me check," the female said. A few moments later they heard her say, "Please do so at once."
"Thank you," the man said. "You may go up now."
"Thank you," Rose said as they walked towards the elevator on the other side of the lobby.
"My pleasure," the man behind the desk said.
"What floor, sir?" The man in the elevator asked Jack.
"The fifth floor, please." Rose said.
"Fifth floor it is." The man said.
When they reached their destination the man opened the doors for them and even bowed to Rose as she stepped out.
"Thank you," Jack said putting a one-dollar bill in the man's hand.
"No, thank you," the man said looking at the crisp bill in his hands before closing the doors and directing the elevator back down to the lobby.
"Well, here goes nothing," Jack said as they walked up to the door that said 524 on the little gold plate. After Jack knocked a man in a tuxedo opened the door.
"Hello, I'm Charles, Mr. Dawson's butler. Mr. Dawson has asked me to show you into the living room where you can wait while he finishes a little business in his office." Charles said ushering them into a fancily furnished room.
"Thank you, Charles," Jack said as he and Rose settled in on the settee.
"Mr. Dawson will be with you momentarily but while you are waiting would you like something to drink?"
"Sure, I'll have a glass of water and my lady friend will have-"
"A glass of lemonade, if you please." Rose finished.
"Very well, I'll bring those out right away." Charles said heading back into a room that was undoubtedly the kitchen.
"Wow, this place is nice. What kind of business is your uncle in?" Rose whispered to Jack.
"I don't know, I think he works in the stock market or something."
"Really? They say that there is a lot of money to be made there these days." Rose said as Charles walked back in with a silver tray. On top of the tray was a goblet filled with sparkling water and a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you, Charles," Jack said as Charles placed the tray on top of the coffee table in front of them.
"Mr. Dawson is just finishing up and he'll be out very shortly." Charles said before turning around and heading into the kitchen again.
"Jack?" Came a man's voice from behind them.
"Uncle Stefan?" Jack said standing up.
"My word, aren't you just the spitting image of your father?" Stefan said.
"You look just like Pappy," Jack said as he shook Stefan's hand.
"And who may I ask is this?" Stefan said glancing at Rose.
"Oh, this is my-"
"I'm his fiancé, Rose," Rose said getting up to shake Stefan's hand.
"Well, you certainly have made something of yourself." Jack said as he looked around again at Stefan's apartment.
"Well, I try, but I hear you haven't been doing so well since you left Wisconsin."
"No, not really." Jack said looking at the floor.
"Nothing to be ashamed of. When I first came to New York, I had twenty dollars in my pocket. Now look, I own the fifth floor of a fancy apartment building."
"Yeah, I guess," Jack, said as all three of them sat down in the living room.
"Well, when do you two plan on getting married?" Stefan asked.
"Well, we don't know but we were hoping to get married as soon as possible." Jack said.
"Nonsense, you must have a long engagement or the people will talk. But this will make an amazing story for the people at the Times."
"I'm sorry, what will?" Rose asked.
"'New York Millionaire Finds Long Lost Nephew', can't you just see it?"
"Yeah," Jack said feeling a bit unsure.
"I'll have to get my secretary to set up a meeting with a reporter but until then I insist that you both stay here."
"No, we couldn't possibly-" Jack began.
"You must, I have more than enough room. And perhaps Ms. Rose one of my lady colleagues could take you shopping." Stefan said.
"Very well then, if you insist." Jack said glancing at Rose. She just nodded her approval.
"Wonderful, I'll have Charles make you up a room." Stefan said looking quite pleased.
