Go That Far

by Rainbow Haired Girl

Best friends Beatrice Chevalier and Melinda Austin are two very different women. What they have in common interest the RMS Titanic. They go back to 1912 to try and save lives, but it is bad when both of them start having feelings for people that they should never have feelings for. Tommy Ryan/Melinda Austin and Thomas Andrews/Beatrice Chevalier.

3. Chapter 2

Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Go That Far. I want to thank everyone who has left reviews for this story. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I'm trying my best with trying to write this story out and making sure that it is a good read. Hopefully that I don't fail at writing it. Without further ado Chapter 2. ENJOY!

Chapter 2

At the Stark, Singer, & Morningstar law firm, in its new location on 6th street, Melinda was hard at work in her job as a paralegal. It was just past seven in the morning when Max Presley, the man she had been discussing with Beatrice the night before, strolled over to her cubicle with a grin on his face. Melinda wondered who he had spent the night with the night before, but pushed the thought away to smile at him.

"Good morning, Ms. Austin," he greeted her with a smirk. They had to keep up the professional act when they were in view of the other employees. "Do you think you could meet me in my office during your lunch break? I'll need your help with some research." He said in a rather charming tone.

She knew that by research he just wanted to sleep with her. She thought back to her conversation with Beatrice the night before and struggled. She knew she was only hurting herself but Max always seemed so caring when they were alone together.

He had even asked her to move in with him a few times – although she hadn't said yes to that, at least not yet. And he always seemed so sorry after he got caught with the other women. Within moments, sentiment defeated logic and she nodded with a grim smile on her face. He smiled back at her before continuing down the hall to where his office was located.

With a sigh, Melinda returned to her research. She had found a few good things to back up the client's case but needed a few more things before it was really solid. She left her desk and headed for the building's library, skirting past some of the as-yet-unfinished construction being done on the new building.

Just as she passed by one of the ladders, she heard cursing from above, followed by a panicked, "Look out, lady!" But the warning came too late. The last thing she was conscious of was the ridiculous amount of pain radiating through her head before everything went black.

TITANIC

At Chevalier Institute of Dance, on south 8th street which was a fairly good size building with how many students were known to come to the school to learn all kinds of dance. Beatrice had arrived at nine o'clock in the morning for her first group of students. Beatrice walked into the changing room and changed into her ballet gear that she had brought that morning.

She walked back into the room and saw that some of her students had finally come in. "Go get changed and meet back out here." She said with a smile as she watched her students go into the changing area of the studio. Beatrice pulled her hair into a bun making sure that it wasn't going to be in her way when she taught the students. This was the first time that she was teaching beginner students. She saw the students come back into the room.

"Alright just watch me alright dears." Beatrice said with a smile. "These are the easiest moves that you can learn." Beatrice got into the first stance the heels of her feet were touching, and her toes were pointed outward in the starting position for any beginner. "I want you to do this." She said as she got onto the balls of her feet.

Hours later she never stopped teaching her students. She was showing them a new routine that was to be used later on in the week. Music was blaring that was classical in style. Her movements were crisp and clean. She was graceful. Students were watching her like she was the next best thing. She was constantly on her toes and off of them in a few moments. Some of her movements were faster than most.

She knew that she should've taken a break, but teaching a new routine wasn't easy for students to learn so it was best to show them the routine before breaking it down so at least they knew what it looked like. Black spots began to flood her vision as she felt fairly lightheaded and lost her balance hitting her head off the barre (A ballet bar that has mirrors behind it to teach ballerinas to have balance.) Her body hit the floor hard.

"Miss Chevalier!" Her students shouted out before she slipped off into darkness.

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This is the end of Chapter 2. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried to actually make this chapter shorter due to the fact that there was a lot of information in the chapter that I have written up. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing out chapters. I will update you next week with a brand new chapter. Until next time.