A/N: The happiest thing in the world is getting all these awesome reviews with people telling me how well my writing is. So the least I can do is put up another story for you. (Lol that rhymed). ONWARD!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN TITANIC!
I woke up early in the morning, sunlight beaming in from the outside window. Snow covered the entire window, but I could still see the sunlight seeping in from the cracks.
I stretched my body in a strange arch, and pulled some socks out of the drawer next to my bed. I slipped them on my feet and tiptoed across the cold wooden floor to Jack's room. I gently pushed open the door.
Jack was hanging off one end of his bed, one arm on his pillow, and the other arm on the drawer next to his bed. He snored really loud and I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. I walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet.
Our shack the Jack had won in a poker game was small, but it was perfect for the two of us. We had a small fridge (almost like a minibar), a stove, a cabinet, four plates and some silverware, and two or three pots and pans. Two bedrooms and a bathroom, but what more did we need?
I used a match and lit the stove, tossing the pan on it. I pulled out some eggs from the fridge. I cracked three and started to cook them on the stove with a spatula. Soon the eggs were done and I put them on a plate.
Jack walked out of his bedroom, and stretched with a big yawn. He smiled at me and sat down on the floor next to me.
"Somebody was busy this morning." Jack said kissing my forehead.
"Somebody was busy last night." I said with a smile.
I popped some eggs into my mouth and swallowed. I stared out the window again, hardly believing it had only been a month since the Titanic sank. Every time I thought of it, my heart filled with dread over the fact that Jack could have been dead.
"You going to do some more painting today?" I asked finishing up the last of my eggs.
"Yes. People in New York seem to pay better to get drawn than in Paris. Why what do you have planned for today?" He asked.
"I need to get some more food and then I'll go do a few drawings of my own."
Jack put his plate in the sink and headed back for his bedroom. I cleaned off the dishes with a rag and then dried them. I hated cooking and cleaning, but for Jack I was willing to do it.
Just as I was going back into my room to change, Jack came out, jacket on and ready to go.
"Go and do your art Jack Dawson." I said.
He laughed and gave me a quick hug.
"I'll see you tonight."
"Be careful Jack."
He smiled and closed the door. I quickly got dressed and pulled on my jacket and my boots, grabbing my sketch book and a few coins. Soon I was out the door, and the cold winter air didn't hesitate to greet me.
I pulled my jacket closer to me and headed for the store. New York was a rather big town, filled with people you could never expect. The alleys were the number one thing to steer clear of. As I passed by one on the opposite end of the street, it reminded me of the time I had first met Jack.
Flashback:
It was a cold day in Maine, and I was running away down the streets. I don't know why actually, I just felt the urge to run. After about three miles I stopped and leaned against a bench post to catch my breath.
I saw an alley, abandoned by the looks of it. Graffiti was on the walls, it was pretty work, but completely scandalous.
"Hey what are you doing in our alley?" A voice behind me asked making me jump.
I spun around and faced a group of people, each of them uglier than the next. Poor bums by the look of it.
"I…I was just um…I…um…" I stammered, completely frightened.
"Get her!"
I screamed and ran down the alley. I could hear their feet crunching through dirt as they chased after me. The alley was full of weird twists and turns and at one point, a fence blocked my path. I ran, full speed, at the fence and leaped over it.
The gang couldn't follow me through, that was until I reached another fence. This one stretched up as tall as the houses.
"Help! Somebody please help me!" I screamed as the gang slowly climbed the fence.
No one answered my distress call of course.
"Please! Somebody help me!" I screamed again over and over again.
The gang was on the other side of the fence and they inched closer to me. Suddenly there was someone on the other side of the fence that was blocking my escape. He was leaning at the top, his arm outstretched towards me.
"Give me your hands!" The boy commanded.
I didn't hesitate. The gang charged towards me and the boy pulled me over the fence. I threw my arms around him, shaking like mad.
"Oh thank God. You saved me. Thank you." I gasped.
He looked relieved.
"What's your name miss?" The boy asked.
"Marie. Marie Kelp. And what would be yours?"
"Jack Dawson."
End Flashback
I turned away from the alley and walked into the store. I bought some more eggs and some other items, and then began to head back towards home. I reached home and put all the supplies I had bought away in certain areas where they belonged.
After that I was back outside and looking for people to draw. I went towards the statue of liberty, and stared at the torch in her hands, that was now covered in snow. I sat under an umbrella at one of the restaurants and began to draw the statue.
The first thing I had noticed when I came to America, the beautiful statue that represented that people were free here. It was a sense of security, knowing things couldn't go wrong. After I had drawn the head, I began to work on the torch in her hand.
I paused for a moment, and stared out at the Atlantic, the cursed freezing sea that almost took my life…and Jack's. I had nightmares, always the same one of the escape Jack and I had made on the Titanic. But in this nightmare, Jack always died. He was hanging onto the edge of the door, frozen solid. His eyes frozen shut, never to be opened again. Then he would slowly disappear into the dark water.
And then Cal would appear, laughing like a crazy man, as if he were pleased that Jack was dead. After that I would normally wake up.
I had gotten so lost in my memories that I lost track of time. It was getting late and I had to head back home. On the way I saw an officer, posting something up on a pole.
Once he had finished he turned, and tipped his hat to me.
"Good afternoon Ma'am." He said politely.
"Good afternoon sir." I replied.
The man disappeared down the street, handing out the papers to people. I walked up to the pole and dropped the sketch book in my hand.
It was a wanted poster. This is what it read;
Wanted! Alive!
It has been reported that jewelry was stolen from the DeWitt manor!
These items were stolen last night and this is the man who committed the crime.
Reward!
After that it had a picture…………………………
Of Jack!
A/N: I just assumed that the DeWitt's had something waiting for them after the sinking of the Titanic because they were headed for New York anyways. This is going to get really, really ugly. Lot's of arguing is gonna happen.
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-16aqua