Chapter 2

The Nightmare followed by the dream

"No Cal, Stop it!" Rose shouted, tossing and turning as she slept.

Jack heard her scream, and raced into the living room. Fabrizio was always a heavy sleeper, and didn't stir a bit.

"Rose!" Jack shouted, going to her bed side, shaking her to try and wake her up.

She woke up, salty tears flowing down her cheeks and she inhaled deeply like she had been holding her breath.

"Jack!" she screamed.

She collapsed into tears and fell into his arms; she was shaking violently as the nightmare still haunted her.

"Shh…it's going to be alright. He's not here," Jack told her, rubbing her back and holding her close.

"Jack, don't leave me, please," she pleaded, fear shinning in her emerald eyes.

"It's okay, I'll stay right here. I won't go anywhere, I promise," he told her.

Jack climbed into the pull-out bed with Rose, staying with her like he promised. Jack kept her in his arms; even though he didn't exactly know her, he had this instinct to protect her from everything. Rose looked up at Jack, into his shinning ocean blue eyes, and she felt butterfly flutter away in her stomach.

"Thank you Jack," Rose said, still looking up at him.

Not knowing what to say, Jack didn't say anything; he just continued to look into those emerald oceans filled with so much hurt and pain. They faces were merely inches apart, and they both moved in until the space between their lips disappeared. Passion exploded between them, and everything just felt right. The kiss ended and Rose could hardly believe what was happening to her. Jack was the most amazing man she had ever met, and he had saved her from making the biggest mistake in her life.

They woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping and sunshine pouring through the window. Jack woke up and stared down at the woman in his arms. She looked so beautiful, and she was clinging to his chest for dear life. Jack knew she was something special, even though he had only known her for a day. He just kept thinking about what if he hadn't followed her last night, what would she have done?

"Jack?" Rose whispered, breaking him from his thoughts.

He just looked down at her and smiled.

"Got a lot of things on your mind, do ya?" she asked him.

"Yeah I was just thinking about you." Jack told her, as he stared straight at the tan wall in front of him.

"Oh yeah, what about?" she asked.

"I just can't get what you would have done if I hadn't been following you out of my mind," he told her.

"You were following me?" Rose asked.

"Well yeah. I saw you running down the street, and you were obliviously upset, so I followed you just to be sure you didn't do anything to harm yourself," he said, looking into her soul through two very green pools.

"Oh," she murmured, "I don't know what I would have done if you wouldn't have been there to pull me back. I was so caught up in everything, and I just couldn't deal with it anymore. I can't be this little debutant that everyone thinks I am! I want to do more with my life then sit and be a trophy wife!"

Jack could sense this adventurous, wild spirit within Rose that was screaming to get out.

"So what about your mom, what is she going to think about you breaking off the engagement with Cal?" Jack asked her.

Rose looked at Jack, wondering why he asked that question.

"I know she won't like it, and she will probably disown me, but frankly I don't really give a shit what she thinks. She is the reason why I am in this situation. She basically forced me into saying yes to that bastard and I was naïve enough to not do anything about it. She is so worried that she might actually have to do something to earn her money, god forbid," Rose was venting furiously by that point and Jack just sat and listened, knowing she needed to get it out.

Rose stopped, and noticed Jack just staring at her and looking like he was actually listening.

"What?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," he teased.

"No really, tell me."

"I was just thinking that if you said all that stuff to your mom, I think she would be taken aback by it. If you've never spoken your mind to her, then when you do, she will be so shocked that she will be speechless," he told her.

"You know, you're right. Thank you, Jack. You're still going with me right, because I will chicken out if I have to do it myself," she asked him.

"Of course, I'm still going. I wouldn't do that to you," he told her.

Rose smiled and stretched up to kiss him, as Fabrizio walked from the hallway.

"Oh, I see how it is. You tell me to go easy on her, because you wanted her. Jack Dawson, I knew you had something up your sleeve," Fabrizio chimed in his Italian accent.

Jack and Rose parted and looked at Fabrizio. He just stood there and tried not to laugh at the couple.

"Shut up Fabri!" Jack yelled as he threw a pillow at him.

"Hey, hey, man I was just pointing out the obvious," he said, "Well, congratulations Rose you got the best man in Philly, and Jack…looked like you got the prettiest woman in all of Pennsylvania."

Jack and Rose blushed and looked at each other and smiled. They continued to lie there, not wanting to move, they were too comfortable.

"Well, guys, I told Helga I would meet her at 9, so I better get my ass in gear. I will see you two lovebirds later," Fabrizio said as he walked out the door, "Oh and Jack don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Fabri! Leave…and Shut the fuck up while you're at it!" Jack yelled at the door as it closed behind Fabrizio.

Rose was laughing hysterically. She hadn't sincerely laughed in a long time, and it felt good to do.

"You think that's funny do ya?" Jack asked, with an evil smirk on his face.

Rose continued to laugh as Jack started tickling her.

"JACK! Stop!" she screamed helplessly, still laughing.

Jack stopped, and shifted his body back to where it was. Rose climbed back up next to Jack, and got lost in her own thoughts. What would she have done if Jack hadn't pulled her back over last night? Would she have had the guts to actually end her life? She didn't know, but she was so thankful that she never found out.