Rose silently made her way through the nettles which seemed to burn her legs.

Once inside she saw the figures of flames on the wall and she could hear light footsteps.

While Rose tried to get out again, she heard the footsteps coming in her direction.

"Ne partez pas." the voice asked friendly.

In front of her stood a man around twenty with blonde hair and a pair of the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

Rose could tell by the man's accent that he wasn't French but English or American.

"I won't." she said blushing.

"I'm Jack Dawson." the man said with a smile that melt her heart immediately.

"Rose DeWitt Bukater."

"I may have to get you to write that one down."

They both laughed softly.

For a moment a pleasant silence hung in the air and they took the time to take the other in.

Jack knew that he was staring but he couldn't help it.

He had never seen anyone this beautiful in his whole life.

It finally caught his eye that Rose was shivering all over and he took her closer to the fire.

Rose tried to sit as close as she could but the warm flames didn't offer her any heat at all.

Jack stood up and went into another corner of the small room and pulled out a blanket from his brown sack.

"That'll help." he said as he rapped it around her shoulders.

"Thanks." Rose answered in a soft tone.

She didn't know how to behave and although she could see the man had no bad intentions, she kept her guard up.

Rose felt Jack's burning gaze on her and felt uncomfortable for the first time since she'd been here.

Jack took her in again, only now he took the time to discover the little details.

Her wet fired hair that hung playful around her head, the distant stare of her deep blue eyes, her delicate hands wrapped around her knees.

His eyes stopped at her hip where a red stain had pressed itself through her light blue jeans.

"What's that?" pointing at the blemish.

Jack tried to sound offhand but it came out very worried.

Caught off guard, she looked at the spot Jack indicated.

A sudden feeling of fright came upon her.

Jack took another look at the blur and saw that it had grown already.

He saw the fear in her eyes and he knew he probably shouldn't have asked that.

"Forget about it." he quickly said, trying to get out of the tense situation they were in.

"No, you have to know." Rose replied in a strong voice, "I did something so very stupid."

She vacillated for a moment, not sure how to break the news to Jack.

"I killed a man who was beating me up. I couldn't do anything else. It was me or him and everything happened so fast. I didn't know who I was or where I was or what I was doing or what was going on. All I knew was that he had to stop or he'd kill me."

Rose threw it all out in one breath.

Her voice was trembling, her body was shaking and Jack could see how scared she was.

Jack's mind spun like crazy and he didn't know what to do.

Rose seemed so desperate and he knew that he'd do anything to help her out.

"Do you know who he was?" Jack asked in a soft voice.

"It was Caledon Hockley, my manager. I'm an actress, you know." she laughed to herself.

"He tried to rape me a few days ago. I lodged a complaint with the police and they arrested him. He was released today. He must have been drinking. I guess he came to settle the score. "She continued in a shaky voice.

Jack didn't know what to say.

"He did that to you?" he asked pointing at her wound.

"Yes, he did. I don't get why I even let him in, after everything he'd put me through. I'm such an utter fool." Rose went on.

In her eyes burning tears pricked and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep them in.

Little wet tears dropped down her cheek and landed on the dark sandy subsoil.

Jack's heart broke at the sight and laid his hand around her shoulder.

Rose tried to stop the tears from falling down but they wouldn't give up.

A few minutes later, Rose stopped sobbing and turned incredibly quiet.

In Jack's eyes there was a fear to detect.

The fright disappeared as soon as he noticed that Rose was peacefully asleep.

He took her off the cold floor and laid her on his blanket, covering her with the other.

For almost an hour he did nothing but stare at Rose who seemed to be at incredible peace.

There was something about this girl that made her different from the rest of the world.

He wished he knew what it was.

She looked so helpless but when you got close enough you could see a fire burning in her eyes.

Jack knew that this girl needed his help and he would do anything to support her.

Giving the stain another glance, he could see that the bleeding didn't stop and he got scared.

He ripped a piece of the blanket and wrapped it around Rose's hip to staunch the bleeding.

All he could do now was wait until Rose would wake up.

He noticed that Rose still shivered and crawled close to her to give her some warmth.

He could smell Rose's scent of wild flowers and vanilla.

Before he knew it lassitude overcame him and he fell asleep.

A little beam of golden sunlight fell on Rose's face and woke her up.

She felt the strong, warm arms of Jack around her and felt safer than she ever had before.

Her side felt numb, her shoulder burned and it was as if someone was hitting her on the back of her head with a heavy hammer.

Jack's hot breath struck her cheek and sent waves of tingle all over her body.

For the first time in her life she knew where she belonged.

She had no idea what had happened after Jack had asked about her sore.

All she knew was that she was on cloud number nine, sleeping so close to Jack.

Sunlight kept dancing into the dark bunker and brought some warmth.

The rays drew funny ghosts on the wall and Rose couldn't believe the beauty of simple sunshine.

Outside she could hear seagulls screaming high above her in the sky.

A warm sea breeze played with her hair and sent the salty odor of the ocean into the room.

She let the perfection of the moment sink into her soul and she would never let go of it...