A/N Hi all! I'm back, you already for another chapter. you are? GOOD!
With In A Dream: Mwhahahhaha! I know, my last chapter was sooooooo sad, but I'm not quite ready to bring Jack back.. Yet. I think we need some more sadness so that when I get to the happy part (if I ever do!) you will enjoy it even more. Besides, I'm kinda having fun making Rose sad in a twisted kinda way. But you know he'll be back.. One day.
!: Thanks for reviewing. Hmmmmmmm, to make Jack live or to not make Jack live that is the question. But I have to coz I find the original ending to sad so this will turn out all happy and dandy!!!
Punkrocker7178: Glad you like!
Tina_Sparrow: I know it's sad, but it will get happy, Josephine will be back.. But not yet.
Chapter 3 ~ Setting Out
July 1915
"Rose, you've been with us less than a month, and you do this!"
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"You're damn right it won't, because you're fired!"
"Fired! No please Mr Maxwell, I promise I won't-"
"This is not open for debate Miss Dawson. Now out and I never want to see you here again."
"But, what shall I do?"
"I don't care what you do, just get out now!"
Rose walked down the street, tears running down her face. That was it, she was jobless now. She had only just got that job to by the skin of her teeth. Not that she liked it, in fact she hated it. She had fallen into waitressing yet again. This time in a small coffee shop by the sea front. Just because she had taken last week off because she was ill with flew and hadn't been able to come into work her boss had fired her. he said she was too unreliable. What was she going to do now?
She made to go home but changed direction and ended up walking along the pier. She went to the railing and leaned over, gazing down at the big blue. This was the same pot her and Josephine had stood less than a month ago. She wondered whether she had found a home yet, a good loving home. She glanced over to the spot where the guy who did the portraits normally sat drawing or waiting for business. To her surprise he wasn't there. Maybe he had finally found somewhere better to go. How she wished she could do the same.
~*~
"Cathy, are you in?" Rose called as she entered the apartment she shared with her friend she had met at work.
There was no reply. She must be out as it was her day off today. Cathy had been kind enough to offer Rose a place to stay for as long as she needed. She was Rose's best and only friend she had in Santa Monica.
Cathy had been greatly intrigued by Rose and had often asked what a young girl was doing alone with no where to go working as a waitress. Rose had kept everything brief. She had not told her anything about her past, and what she had told her was a lie. She had not told her about Josephine and especially not about her real family and how she had come to be alone. Cathy sensed that she had many demons and did not push her questions.
Rose dropped her handbag down on the table and went into her bedroom to change out of her uniform. She had so hoped that this job would turn out ok. But it hadn't. She spent the rest of her day doing nothing and lounging about the apartment.
Cathy got back later that evening. She had been out with her boyfriend David. Rose had met David on numerous occasions and had to admit he was very nice. But the news Cathy came back with, though Rose had to be happy for her friend, was bad from her perspective.
"Oh Rose, it's wonderful! David proposed!" Cathy announced excitedly.
"Oh Cathy, that's wonderful!" Rose replied, covering up the sadness and jealousy in her voice.
"I know. First he took me out for a candlelit meal at this sweet little restaurant. Then we went for a walk along the pier and as we were gazing up at the stars I said 'aren't they beautiful, I love the stars' and then he held this ring in front of my face and said 'how do you like this star?' and it was so magical you wouldn't believe. He's so sweet. The dinner cost him a week's wages and he's been saving up for months for this ring," she held her hand proudly to show Rose the silver ring with a tiny diamond set in the middle. "Isn't it beautiful?" Cathy said dreamily.
"It is. You are very lucky Cathy. Very lucky." Rose said trying to sound happy.
"Everyone should have someone like David in their life. He is the kindest person I have ever met." Cathy fell back onto the sofa and stared dreamily at her ring. "So how was your day?"
"I got fired," Rose said simply.
Cathy sat up straight her attention drawn to her friend. "Fired? But why?"
"Because of the time I took off last week when I was ill," Rose replied not wanting to talk about it much.
"Oh Rose! Didn't you explain to Mr Maxwell that you were to ill to work?"
"Of course I did. You know him, he never listens. So now I'm out of a job. At least I still have a place to live," Rose sighed.
"Erm Rose, that's another thing. David asked me to move in with him and I said yes. I'm moving out in a week to go live with him. You can keep the apartment if you want it still though," Cathy's dreamy smile had faded and she had a look of genuine apology on her face.
"It's ok. I don't think I'll stay here, I'm out of a job and won't be able to pay rent for a start."
"Well, I could talk to David and ask him whether you could move in with us for a while, until you find your feet. I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Cathy offered.
"I couldn't. I don't want to get in the way of you two. I'd just be a nuisance. I think I'll get out of Santa Monica permanently and start getting my life back together. There's nothing left for me here anymore." Rose replied sadly.
"Are you sure?" Cathy said sadly. "Well, I'll give you me and David's new address, just in case you're ever at a tough spot you know where to come to. And to keep in touch. You are the first real friend I've made here Rose, even though I've only known you like a month!"
Cathy then got up and went to her room. Rose stayed up for a while, contemplating what she was going to do next. Then it hit her. The most obvious thing she could do. She would catch a train and leave this place behind and go to the one place she knew she had a shot at happiness. That would be the beginning of her new life. Then she thought of Josephine. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't take her daughter with her, not until she had sorted out a place to live and held down a job for a while so she was able to provide properly for her daughter.
Her mind was set and nothing could change it.
~*~
She said goodbye to Cathy two days later. Cathy was going to e moving in two days when she had got all of her stuff packed. It was a sad goodbye for the two of them, especially Cathy. Rose had been her best friend if only for a short time.
"Don't forget me ok?" Said Cathy wrapping her arms around Rose.
"I won't, I promise," said Rose hugging her friend back.
"You have my new address right?" Rose nodded. "If you ever need anything you know where I am. And don't forget to right to me ok? I'm going to miss you Rose."
"I'll miss you too," Rose then slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her small suitcase. Then she turned and sighed. "Good luck with David. You are rally very lucky. Good bye." With that Rose made her way down the steps of the apartment and out onto the street. She then set off in the direction of the train station.
~*~
The train station was packed. But Rose brought her ticket, third class, and went t wait for the train to pull into the station. The platform was full of people with suitcases in hand going about their business. Rose sighed as the train pulled in and everyone started to board.
She made her way to her seat next to a young man with brown hair. He looked up as she sat down. "Hello," he said politely.
Rose smiled. "Hello."
"Name's John, John Connolly," he held out his hand and Rose shook it.
"Rose Dawson," she replied stiffly.
The man nodded and turned to stare out of the window. After a while he spoke again, trying to make conversation no doubt thought Rose.
"So, where're you heading to?"
"Oh, well, I'm not really sure." Rose replied. There was some truth in that, she had no idea where she'd go when she reached her destination.
"Oh right, kind of one of those spar of the moment things right?" Rose nodded. "Me too, I just need to get away from that place."
"Where?" asked Rose.
"Santa Monica, life can be so dull and depressing there. So I'm going to see if I can meet up with an old friend of mine. I thought he'd be in New York but he wasn't. So I came to Santa Monica, he weren't there so now I'm going to the last place I know he'd go."
"Where's that?" asked Rose.
"His home. Chippewa Falls." Jack Connolly replied.
"Oh, well that's actually where I'm heading as a matter of fact," said Rose.
"Hang on a minute, you say your name was Dawson right?" Rose nodded. "You aren't a relation of someone called Jack Dawson are you?"
Rose's heart leapt. Did this man know Jack? "Well, which Jack Dawson are we talking about? I mean there could be a lot of Jack Dawsons," Rose said awkwardly.
"No, there's only one Jack Dawson, he's an artist. Wonderful at drawing he is," replied John.
Rose's heart did a back flip in her chest. Did this man know her Jack? "Well, I-I am," Rose finally blurted out. She knew this was a lie. She had taken on his name that was all that she had done. Besides, he was dead. She would have to tell this man. "I'm, very sorry Mr Connolly, but I'm afraid that-that Jack is, well he's- he is no longer with us." There, she said it. Though she avoided using the word dead or anything like it. She couldn't, it hurt to much.
"Dead? How/ when?"
"I'm so sorry," Rose said. She could feel her eyes welling with tears. John must have saw this because he put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"So you did know him then? May I ask.how?" said John.
"I, if you will understand, I don't want to talk about it," Rose said straightening up and drying her eyes.
"Yes miss, I understand. Are you Jack's wife or what?"
"I am." Well, she was going to be if it hadn't happened. "How did you know Jack?"
"I used to work with him. On a squid boat in Monte ray. We were quite good friends. Then he came to Santa Monica. Last I heard he went to England. Said he'd be back home though. And I been on the look out for him for some time now. It is a shame to learn of his death indeed. So what are your plans miss?" John said.
"I don't know. I suppose my plan is to go see where Jack grew up. Try to be closer to him I guess," Rose replied.
"Well, if you need anyone to help you through at anytime, I'll be around. Just for a friend right?" John offered.
"Thank you," Rose said. They did not talk very much after that. John got the hint that to think of Jack was too painful so he left her alone.
It was along journey, well it seemed long. John soon nodded off to sleep. But Rose could not sleep for anything. She wondered what she would find out about Jack that she had not learnt about him in her brief time with him. Would she meet people who knew Jack, then she would have to be the one to break the news of his death. But at least she could stay she was his wife who had come looking for an escape and wanted to pick up the pieces of Jack's past. She would not tell anyone about Josephine she decided and would go by the term 'widow of Jack Dawson'.
It was almost dark when the train drew into the station. John had woken up a while before and they got off together. John said that he would pay for a room for her tonight in the local inn as it was too dark and she had little money. Rose thought that this friend of Jack' was as caring as Jack himself and if these were the type of people she would meet here, she felt that her future might just turn out bright.
A/N There you go! Another chapter. Ok, so Rose meets a potentially new friend so will her future turn out as bright as she hopes. But I there one more little thing she has to face, that she did not know.
And I know that these chapters have all been quite sad, but I think next chapter it's time for a little bit of happiness... just a little bit.
With In A Dream: Mwhahahhaha! I know, my last chapter was sooooooo sad, but I'm not quite ready to bring Jack back.. Yet. I think we need some more sadness so that when I get to the happy part (if I ever do!) you will enjoy it even more. Besides, I'm kinda having fun making Rose sad in a twisted kinda way. But you know he'll be back.. One day.
!: Thanks for reviewing. Hmmmmmmm, to make Jack live or to not make Jack live that is the question. But I have to coz I find the original ending to sad so this will turn out all happy and dandy!!!
Punkrocker7178: Glad you like!
Tina_Sparrow: I know it's sad, but it will get happy, Josephine will be back.. But not yet.
Chapter 3 ~ Setting Out
July 1915
"Rose, you've been with us less than a month, and you do this!"
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"You're damn right it won't, because you're fired!"
"Fired! No please Mr Maxwell, I promise I won't-"
"This is not open for debate Miss Dawson. Now out and I never want to see you here again."
"But, what shall I do?"
"I don't care what you do, just get out now!"
Rose walked down the street, tears running down her face. That was it, she was jobless now. She had only just got that job to by the skin of her teeth. Not that she liked it, in fact she hated it. She had fallen into waitressing yet again. This time in a small coffee shop by the sea front. Just because she had taken last week off because she was ill with flew and hadn't been able to come into work her boss had fired her. he said she was too unreliable. What was she going to do now?
She made to go home but changed direction and ended up walking along the pier. She went to the railing and leaned over, gazing down at the big blue. This was the same pot her and Josephine had stood less than a month ago. She wondered whether she had found a home yet, a good loving home. She glanced over to the spot where the guy who did the portraits normally sat drawing or waiting for business. To her surprise he wasn't there. Maybe he had finally found somewhere better to go. How she wished she could do the same.
~*~
"Cathy, are you in?" Rose called as she entered the apartment she shared with her friend she had met at work.
There was no reply. She must be out as it was her day off today. Cathy had been kind enough to offer Rose a place to stay for as long as she needed. She was Rose's best and only friend she had in Santa Monica.
Cathy had been greatly intrigued by Rose and had often asked what a young girl was doing alone with no where to go working as a waitress. Rose had kept everything brief. She had not told her anything about her past, and what she had told her was a lie. She had not told her about Josephine and especially not about her real family and how she had come to be alone. Cathy sensed that she had many demons and did not push her questions.
Rose dropped her handbag down on the table and went into her bedroom to change out of her uniform. She had so hoped that this job would turn out ok. But it hadn't. She spent the rest of her day doing nothing and lounging about the apartment.
Cathy got back later that evening. She had been out with her boyfriend David. Rose had met David on numerous occasions and had to admit he was very nice. But the news Cathy came back with, though Rose had to be happy for her friend, was bad from her perspective.
"Oh Rose, it's wonderful! David proposed!" Cathy announced excitedly.
"Oh Cathy, that's wonderful!" Rose replied, covering up the sadness and jealousy in her voice.
"I know. First he took me out for a candlelit meal at this sweet little restaurant. Then we went for a walk along the pier and as we were gazing up at the stars I said 'aren't they beautiful, I love the stars' and then he held this ring in front of my face and said 'how do you like this star?' and it was so magical you wouldn't believe. He's so sweet. The dinner cost him a week's wages and he's been saving up for months for this ring," she held her hand proudly to show Rose the silver ring with a tiny diamond set in the middle. "Isn't it beautiful?" Cathy said dreamily.
"It is. You are very lucky Cathy. Very lucky." Rose said trying to sound happy.
"Everyone should have someone like David in their life. He is the kindest person I have ever met." Cathy fell back onto the sofa and stared dreamily at her ring. "So how was your day?"
"I got fired," Rose said simply.
Cathy sat up straight her attention drawn to her friend. "Fired? But why?"
"Because of the time I took off last week when I was ill," Rose replied not wanting to talk about it much.
"Oh Rose! Didn't you explain to Mr Maxwell that you were to ill to work?"
"Of course I did. You know him, he never listens. So now I'm out of a job. At least I still have a place to live," Rose sighed.
"Erm Rose, that's another thing. David asked me to move in with him and I said yes. I'm moving out in a week to go live with him. You can keep the apartment if you want it still though," Cathy's dreamy smile had faded and she had a look of genuine apology on her face.
"It's ok. I don't think I'll stay here, I'm out of a job and won't be able to pay rent for a start."
"Well, I could talk to David and ask him whether you could move in with us for a while, until you find your feet. I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Cathy offered.
"I couldn't. I don't want to get in the way of you two. I'd just be a nuisance. I think I'll get out of Santa Monica permanently and start getting my life back together. There's nothing left for me here anymore." Rose replied sadly.
"Are you sure?" Cathy said sadly. "Well, I'll give you me and David's new address, just in case you're ever at a tough spot you know where to come to. And to keep in touch. You are the first real friend I've made here Rose, even though I've only known you like a month!"
Cathy then got up and went to her room. Rose stayed up for a while, contemplating what she was going to do next. Then it hit her. The most obvious thing she could do. She would catch a train and leave this place behind and go to the one place she knew she had a shot at happiness. That would be the beginning of her new life. Then she thought of Josephine. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't take her daughter with her, not until she had sorted out a place to live and held down a job for a while so she was able to provide properly for her daughter.
Her mind was set and nothing could change it.
~*~
She said goodbye to Cathy two days later. Cathy was going to e moving in two days when she had got all of her stuff packed. It was a sad goodbye for the two of them, especially Cathy. Rose had been her best friend if only for a short time.
"Don't forget me ok?" Said Cathy wrapping her arms around Rose.
"I won't, I promise," said Rose hugging her friend back.
"You have my new address right?" Rose nodded. "If you ever need anything you know where I am. And don't forget to right to me ok? I'm going to miss you Rose."
"I'll miss you too," Rose then slung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her small suitcase. Then she turned and sighed. "Good luck with David. You are rally very lucky. Good bye." With that Rose made her way down the steps of the apartment and out onto the street. She then set off in the direction of the train station.
~*~
The train station was packed. But Rose brought her ticket, third class, and went t wait for the train to pull into the station. The platform was full of people with suitcases in hand going about their business. Rose sighed as the train pulled in and everyone started to board.
She made her way to her seat next to a young man with brown hair. He looked up as she sat down. "Hello," he said politely.
Rose smiled. "Hello."
"Name's John, John Connolly," he held out his hand and Rose shook it.
"Rose Dawson," she replied stiffly.
The man nodded and turned to stare out of the window. After a while he spoke again, trying to make conversation no doubt thought Rose.
"So, where're you heading to?"
"Oh, well, I'm not really sure." Rose replied. There was some truth in that, she had no idea where she'd go when she reached her destination.
"Oh right, kind of one of those spar of the moment things right?" Rose nodded. "Me too, I just need to get away from that place."
"Where?" asked Rose.
"Santa Monica, life can be so dull and depressing there. So I'm going to see if I can meet up with an old friend of mine. I thought he'd be in New York but he wasn't. So I came to Santa Monica, he weren't there so now I'm going to the last place I know he'd go."
"Where's that?" asked Rose.
"His home. Chippewa Falls." Jack Connolly replied.
"Oh, well that's actually where I'm heading as a matter of fact," said Rose.
"Hang on a minute, you say your name was Dawson right?" Rose nodded. "You aren't a relation of someone called Jack Dawson are you?"
Rose's heart leapt. Did this man know Jack? "Well, which Jack Dawson are we talking about? I mean there could be a lot of Jack Dawsons," Rose said awkwardly.
"No, there's only one Jack Dawson, he's an artist. Wonderful at drawing he is," replied John.
Rose's heart did a back flip in her chest. Did this man know her Jack? "Well, I-I am," Rose finally blurted out. She knew this was a lie. She had taken on his name that was all that she had done. Besides, he was dead. She would have to tell this man. "I'm, very sorry Mr Connolly, but I'm afraid that-that Jack is, well he's- he is no longer with us." There, she said it. Though she avoided using the word dead or anything like it. She couldn't, it hurt to much.
"Dead? How/ when?"
"I'm so sorry," Rose said. She could feel her eyes welling with tears. John must have saw this because he put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"So you did know him then? May I ask.how?" said John.
"I, if you will understand, I don't want to talk about it," Rose said straightening up and drying her eyes.
"Yes miss, I understand. Are you Jack's wife or what?"
"I am." Well, she was going to be if it hadn't happened. "How did you know Jack?"
"I used to work with him. On a squid boat in Monte ray. We were quite good friends. Then he came to Santa Monica. Last I heard he went to England. Said he'd be back home though. And I been on the look out for him for some time now. It is a shame to learn of his death indeed. So what are your plans miss?" John said.
"I don't know. I suppose my plan is to go see where Jack grew up. Try to be closer to him I guess," Rose replied.
"Well, if you need anyone to help you through at anytime, I'll be around. Just for a friend right?" John offered.
"Thank you," Rose said. They did not talk very much after that. John got the hint that to think of Jack was too painful so he left her alone.
It was along journey, well it seemed long. John soon nodded off to sleep. But Rose could not sleep for anything. She wondered what she would find out about Jack that she had not learnt about him in her brief time with him. Would she meet people who knew Jack, then she would have to be the one to break the news of his death. But at least she could stay she was his wife who had come looking for an escape and wanted to pick up the pieces of Jack's past. She would not tell anyone about Josephine she decided and would go by the term 'widow of Jack Dawson'.
It was almost dark when the train drew into the station. John had woken up a while before and they got off together. John said that he would pay for a room for her tonight in the local inn as it was too dark and she had little money. Rose thought that this friend of Jack' was as caring as Jack himself and if these were the type of people she would meet here, she felt that her future might just turn out bright.
A/N There you go! Another chapter. Ok, so Rose meets a potentially new friend so will her future turn out as bright as she hopes. But I there one more little thing she has to face, that she did not know.
And I know that these chapters have all been quite sad, but I think next chapter it's time for a little bit of happiness... just a little bit.