A/N: Ok so here we go with another new chapter. First let me answer a question.

Alabelle: No they weren't on a boat. They were on land in New Hampshire. Sorry about that!

On with the story!

There was a loud splash and several loud gasps.

"JACK!" I screamed again, tears spilling out of my eyes.

I wrenched my hand free of a cop, who didn't but up much of a struggle, and ran over to the water.

Blood was surfacing over the top, but I stuck my hand in and pulled Jack up so he was eye level with me. There were two bullet holes near his heart.

"Jack…we've gotten through so much. You can't leave me now!" I cried more than I had ever before.

"L…listen t…to m…me. T…take c…care of t…the b…baby. M…marry….L…live ha…happily." He said in a dead whisper.

"Jack you can't leave me now!" I replied not daring to let go of his hands, for I knew he would never resurface.

"L…live h…happily." He whispered again, his head rolling to his side.

"No…no…Jack…no!"

"L…let g…go…"

"Jack…no…" I cried some more, soaking the pavement with my tears.

"I…I…l………" But he never finished his last sentence.

Blood dripped from the side of his mouth and his eyes shut closed…

At that moment everything was dead silent. For my one true love and friend…

Jack Dawson…

Was Dead.

Tears continued to spill down my cheeks and I clutched Jack's hands tightly. Not one sound or movement was made from the people behind me. My sides heaved in and out and I remembered everything that had happened in our lifetime.

Now he was dead and there was nothing else I could do. I bent forward and kissed the top of his forehead.

"I love you too." I said teary-eyed and let go of his hands.

Jack Dawson slowly slipped beneath the darkened water mixed with all the pain and suffering he had gone through in his lifetime. But also the love he had experienced.

Jack Dawson was gone forever, never to return and continue his artwork for the rest of the world.

His beautiful face slipped out of view and I knew I would never see it again. Only in the memories I had would keep him inside me.

I didn't get up, my fingers just at the top of the water. Finally I heard footsteps approach and a cop gently touched my arm.

"Come on miss; let's get you back to the hospital."

"You killed him…" I whispered.

The officer pulled out a napkin and offered it to me. I took a pen from his pocket, scribbled a message on the napkin, and then tore the note into shreds letting it fall into the ocean with Jack.

"Miss, please let's get you back to the hospital."

"What about the charges?" I questioned quietly, still not getting up.

"There were only charges against him, not you."

"His name was Jack Dawson. Not him." I replied coldly.

"Of course ma'am."

I heard Cal talking with the officers, but I didn't care. I could see Jack's reflection in the water, his face was sad but it told me to keep going on.

Still crying, I picked myself up and hurried back to my hospital bed.

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A few days after Jack's death, I was released with my baby. Lindsey was the perfect image of her father, and I absolutely adored her. Her eyes eventually turned green, just as I had predicted.

I got a job working as a clerk in one of the local stores. I always took Lindsey to work with me, and everyone adored her precious smile and cooed at the sight of her.

One afternoon, about two weeks after Jack's death, a Labrador retriever appeared at our front door. He was a sweet thing, about two years old.

I brought the dog into my home and every time I looked at him, he reminded me of Jack. The golden wavy locks for his fur, his green sparkling eyes.

When nights came that I had a nightmare of Jack's murder, Cyrus, the dog, would come up on my bed and lay his head on my stomach. He would lick my hand and I would fall asleep with him at my side.

I was almost sure that Cyrus was Jack, but that would be crazy. I knew Jack was in Heaven watching over me and Lindsey, like our guardian angel. Everything went smoothly for awhile and I would still have nights where I would have to cry myself to sleep.

I missed Jack.

A/N: Nobody have a heart attack ok? I cried as I was writing this, totally emotional (yeah I'm pathetic ok?). I think I might do one or two more chapters that's about it. This was the longest story I had ever written but don't worry.

News on a new story will be in the last chapter. This story will be another Titanic story but that's all I'm giving away for now. You'll have to read the last chapter to find out more!

R&R!

-16aqua