Wish Upon A Star
Chapter 1~ Rose's Wish
14th April 1913
"Hello Jack. They said you were up here."
"Shh," Jack turned around to beam at the young women that had just come up behind him. "Give me your hand." She came forward and took his hand, so firm yet so gentle- artist's hands. "Now close your eyes- go on. Step up onto the railing. Ok, do you trust me?" he asked softly.
"I trust you," she replied.
"Open your eyes!"
"I'm flying! Jack!" she gasped.
Jack and Rose were standing at the bow of a ship on the railing their arms stretched out wide- flying.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes, up she goes," jack sang softly in Rose's ear.
Then they both turned to face each other and sunk deep into a passionate kiss. Their first kiss- everything was so perfect.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes," Rose lay mumbling to herself as she watched the stars over head. She saw a shooting star fly past and wished silently for this to come to an end and her and Jack could be together just as she had planned.
Then she heard a voice shouting out over the still ocean. "Is there anyone alive out there? Can anybody here me?" A boat! A boat had come back for them!
"Jack! Jack!" Rose called helplessly. She was lying on a board in the middle of the ocean with dead bodies floating all around her. Jack was by her head, his body in the water keeping afloat by holding onto the board she was lying on. "There's a boat Jack! Jack," she shook his hand trying to bring him round. "There's a boat!" but Rose could do nothing to help the frozen Jack who had slipped away in her arms. As the life boat looking for survivors drew nearer she had to make a decision. Stay here and die with Jack, or live and go on- just like she had promised. "Come back! Come back!" she called out to the boat. But her voice was to weak. Then she noticed a man floating in the water near by, a whistle between his frozen lips.
She broke Jack's gripe from her frozen hand before letting him sink along with the rest of her heart to the bottom of the ocean.
~*~
Rose woke with a start. She sat bolt up right in her bed a cold sweat trickling down her forehead, her whole body trembling. Not that dream again! The dame one- happy and then sad. Dark and depressingly sad.
She slowly got out of bed slipped on her dressing gown and slippers then made her way to the kitchen of her small apartment. Tears were running silently down her cheeks as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She didn't feel like going to work at all. Waitressing was so dull. She had permanently been put of all apple pies and ham sandwiches.
She dried her eyes and herself together. Sipping her coffee she caught sight of the calendar pined to the wall. It had been a tear. A year today since she had lost her heart in the depths of the ocean.
She tore her eyes away from the calendar and made her way into the living room. She flopped down on the settee. Even though she had been sleeping all night, she still felt shattered. Though she didn't really sleep now days, she just lightly dozed. She found herself unable to sink into a deep sleep, a peaceful sleep. She always found herself dreaming of that terrible night last year.
She glanced at her coffee table. On it stood a picture frame with a single latter 'J' written on a piece of paper inside. Rose often liked to sit and talk to it when she needed comforting. He always knew how to make her feel better.
"Oh Jack. I miss you so much I can hardly bare it anymore," she whispered. "I know this sounds stupid, and you'll probably agree too, but sometimes Jack, I think I can feel you. Not feel you as in around me, but at the back of my mind and in my heart of hearts. I have often wondered, I mean I think- Jack I don't think you were dead when I let you go. Though I kept my promise. I went on and had a baby and I'm watching her grow. Jack, the baby is ours. She is the only thing I have of you. But I'm going to grow old and when my time comes- we'll be together again." More tears flowed down her cheeks. Her fiery red hair hung limp on her head and her emerald green eyes had lost most of their spark that Jack had loved so. But it hadn't gone out completely just yet. "Every time I look at our baby Jack, I see you in her. She has my hair, faint red wisps of it are starting to come through, but she has your eyes. Your deep blue eyes that were as mysterious as the ocean itself."
A baby's soft cries could be heard from the small room next to Rose's. she sighed then stood up and made her way into her baby girl's room. She gently picked her baby up out of her crib and rocked her back and forth.
"There, there my little star, shh," she said soothingly then she began the song she always sung to calm her baby. "Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes." The baby's cries subsided and she gazed curiously at her mother before her eyelids dropped and she drifted back gently into the land of nod. Rose laid her down once more in her crib and learned over her planting a small kiss on her forehead. "Sleep my little Josephine, sleep," she said.
Rose hummed the song to herself and found herself spreading her arms out. She could feel gentle hands in hers and the soft voice singing down her ear. She closed her eyes and she was there again. Then, when she finally came back to herself, she broke into silent tears. A day dream- just a day dream. It could never be real again.
She would soon have to move on. Jack Dawson was gone and he was never coming back no matter how much she wished it so. She stood for a moment in her cold Santa Monica apartment as if lost. She came back to herself and left the room. Sometimes she found even looking at Josephine to painful.
Rose went back to her room and slipped on her greasy waitress uniform and scowled at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible! Her hair was lank and her skin pasty. Oh what she wouldn't give to not have to go to work today!
She could take the day off and say that she had no baby sitter to look after her baby, that would be a good excuse and one she hadn't used to often. Though she was short of money and was desperate, she couldn't face work today- not on the anniversary of Jack's death.
Rose took off her uniform and put on a green dress that she had brought with the money she had found in her fiancée Caladon Hockley's coat. She had used this money to rent the apartment and provide for her baby up until now. The money was gone forcing Rose to go out and find a job. The state she was in now, you wouldn't think that she had used to be highly respected first class women who never had to worry about small things like money.
She smiled coldly to herself just thinking about what her mother and Cal would ever say if they could see her now. An unmarried single mother living in a run down part of town struggling for money.
She stood in front of the mirror and picked up her hair brush, dragging it through her curls she smiled to herself. Then she picked up her lipstick and carefully put it on. Next was a small amount of powder on her cheeks. Then she stood up and looked at the finished product.
She looked exactly how she had used to do. She made her way into Josephine's room and picked the sleepy baby up gently. She placed her in the pram she had brought using Cal's money and smiled to herself.
~*~
It was a splendid day for a walk down by the pier. Rose sat down on a bench; the pram parked next to her with her baby in it and just sat and lapped up the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore.
This was the pier that Jack had talked about where he used to do portraits for ten cent a piece. Rose looked out at the people walking past. Almost directly opposite her she saw a sign saying 'Portraits- 10¢'. Behind it sat a man, his back turned to her looking out over the ocean, sketch pad perched on his lap drawing, occasionally looking up to look out at the ocean. What he was drawing, she did not know.
Her heart leapt for a moment. This man had the same blondish hair as Jack had had. He looked to be of working class judging by his clothes. But he was not Jack Rose reasoned with herself because he was dead and hat was impossible that he was here. With that she got up and pushed her pram back home, enough fresh air for today.
A/N There, the first chapter of my first Titanic fic! I love that movie but I think the end is so sad! Thanks to With In A Dream for encouraging me to put this up as I had some of this written out but kind of forgot about it as I wrote it when I first discovered ff.net. I promise this is going somewhere and I have it all planned out. If any of it ends up not making sense, well then I promise it will by the end, oh yeah, the end should be a little sad- hopefully a little unexpected!!!
Thank you all if you've read this far and could you pretty please with sugar on top review!!!!
Chapter 1~ Rose's Wish
14th April 1913
"Hello Jack. They said you were up here."
"Shh," Jack turned around to beam at the young women that had just come up behind him. "Give me your hand." She came forward and took his hand, so firm yet so gentle- artist's hands. "Now close your eyes- go on. Step up onto the railing. Ok, do you trust me?" he asked softly.
"I trust you," she replied.
"Open your eyes!"
"I'm flying! Jack!" she gasped.
Jack and Rose were standing at the bow of a ship on the railing their arms stretched out wide- flying.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes, up she goes," jack sang softly in Rose's ear.
Then they both turned to face each other and sunk deep into a passionate kiss. Their first kiss- everything was so perfect.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes," Rose lay mumbling to herself as she watched the stars over head. She saw a shooting star fly past and wished silently for this to come to an end and her and Jack could be together just as she had planned.
Then she heard a voice shouting out over the still ocean. "Is there anyone alive out there? Can anybody here me?" A boat! A boat had come back for them!
"Jack! Jack!" Rose called helplessly. She was lying on a board in the middle of the ocean with dead bodies floating all around her. Jack was by her head, his body in the water keeping afloat by holding onto the board she was lying on. "There's a boat Jack! Jack," she shook his hand trying to bring him round. "There's a boat!" but Rose could do nothing to help the frozen Jack who had slipped away in her arms. As the life boat looking for survivors drew nearer she had to make a decision. Stay here and die with Jack, or live and go on- just like she had promised. "Come back! Come back!" she called out to the boat. But her voice was to weak. Then she noticed a man floating in the water near by, a whistle between his frozen lips.
She broke Jack's gripe from her frozen hand before letting him sink along with the rest of her heart to the bottom of the ocean.
~*~
Rose woke with a start. She sat bolt up right in her bed a cold sweat trickling down her forehead, her whole body trembling. Not that dream again! The dame one- happy and then sad. Dark and depressingly sad.
She slowly got out of bed slipped on her dressing gown and slippers then made her way to the kitchen of her small apartment. Tears were running silently down her cheeks as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She didn't feel like going to work at all. Waitressing was so dull. She had permanently been put of all apple pies and ham sandwiches.
She dried her eyes and herself together. Sipping her coffee she caught sight of the calendar pined to the wall. It had been a tear. A year today since she had lost her heart in the depths of the ocean.
She tore her eyes away from the calendar and made her way into the living room. She flopped down on the settee. Even though she had been sleeping all night, she still felt shattered. Though she didn't really sleep now days, she just lightly dozed. She found herself unable to sink into a deep sleep, a peaceful sleep. She always found herself dreaming of that terrible night last year.
She glanced at her coffee table. On it stood a picture frame with a single latter 'J' written on a piece of paper inside. Rose often liked to sit and talk to it when she needed comforting. He always knew how to make her feel better.
"Oh Jack. I miss you so much I can hardly bare it anymore," she whispered. "I know this sounds stupid, and you'll probably agree too, but sometimes Jack, I think I can feel you. Not feel you as in around me, but at the back of my mind and in my heart of hearts. I have often wondered, I mean I think- Jack I don't think you were dead when I let you go. Though I kept my promise. I went on and had a baby and I'm watching her grow. Jack, the baby is ours. She is the only thing I have of you. But I'm going to grow old and when my time comes- we'll be together again." More tears flowed down her cheeks. Her fiery red hair hung limp on her head and her emerald green eyes had lost most of their spark that Jack had loved so. But it hadn't gone out completely just yet. "Every time I look at our baby Jack, I see you in her. She has my hair, faint red wisps of it are starting to come through, but she has your eyes. Your deep blue eyes that were as mysterious as the ocean itself."
A baby's soft cries could be heard from the small room next to Rose's. she sighed then stood up and made her way into her baby girl's room. She gently picked her baby up out of her crib and rocked her back and forth.
"There, there my little star, shh," she said soothingly then she began the song she always sung to calm her baby. "Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes." The baby's cries subsided and she gazed curiously at her mother before her eyelids dropped and she drifted back gently into the land of nod. Rose laid her down once more in her crib and learned over her planting a small kiss on her forehead. "Sleep my little Josephine, sleep," she said.
Rose hummed the song to herself and found herself spreading her arms out. She could feel gentle hands in hers and the soft voice singing down her ear. She closed her eyes and she was there again. Then, when she finally came back to herself, she broke into silent tears. A day dream- just a day dream. It could never be real again.
She would soon have to move on. Jack Dawson was gone and he was never coming back no matter how much she wished it so. She stood for a moment in her cold Santa Monica apartment as if lost. She came back to herself and left the room. Sometimes she found even looking at Josephine to painful.
Rose went back to her room and slipped on her greasy waitress uniform and scowled at herself in the mirror. She looked terrible! Her hair was lank and her skin pasty. Oh what she wouldn't give to not have to go to work today!
She could take the day off and say that she had no baby sitter to look after her baby, that would be a good excuse and one she hadn't used to often. Though she was short of money and was desperate, she couldn't face work today- not on the anniversary of Jack's death.
Rose took off her uniform and put on a green dress that she had brought with the money she had found in her fiancée Caladon Hockley's coat. She had used this money to rent the apartment and provide for her baby up until now. The money was gone forcing Rose to go out and find a job. The state she was in now, you wouldn't think that she had used to be highly respected first class women who never had to worry about small things like money.
She smiled coldly to herself just thinking about what her mother and Cal would ever say if they could see her now. An unmarried single mother living in a run down part of town struggling for money.
She stood in front of the mirror and picked up her hair brush, dragging it through her curls she smiled to herself. Then she picked up her lipstick and carefully put it on. Next was a small amount of powder on her cheeks. Then she stood up and looked at the finished product.
She looked exactly how she had used to do. She made her way into Josephine's room and picked the sleepy baby up gently. She placed her in the pram she had brought using Cal's money and smiled to herself.
~*~
It was a splendid day for a walk down by the pier. Rose sat down on a bench; the pram parked next to her with her baby in it and just sat and lapped up the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore.
This was the pier that Jack had talked about where he used to do portraits for ten cent a piece. Rose looked out at the people walking past. Almost directly opposite her she saw a sign saying 'Portraits- 10¢'. Behind it sat a man, his back turned to her looking out over the ocean, sketch pad perched on his lap drawing, occasionally looking up to look out at the ocean. What he was drawing, she did not know.
Her heart leapt for a moment. This man had the same blondish hair as Jack had had. He looked to be of working class judging by his clothes. But he was not Jack Rose reasoned with herself because he was dead and hat was impossible that he was here. With that she got up and pushed her pram back home, enough fresh air for today.
A/N There, the first chapter of my first Titanic fic! I love that movie but I think the end is so sad! Thanks to With In A Dream for encouraging me to put this up as I had some of this written out but kind of forgot about it as I wrote it when I first discovered ff.net. I promise this is going somewhere and I have it all planned out. If any of it ends up not making sense, well then I promise it will by the end, oh yeah, the end should be a little sad- hopefully a little unexpected!!!
Thank you all if you've read this far and could you pretty please with sugar on top review!!!!