A/N Credit goes to Roy Ward Baker for the quotes contained herein. I wanted to make this as realistic as possible.

Chapter 11

Jack and Rose slowly make their way down the narrow and steep spiral staircase in the hopes of meeting Jesse again. They came to a door, hoping it would take them to Jesse's hall, as Jack knew the cargo hold was easily visible from he was standing, and he could hear the rumbling of the boiler furnaces and the engines as well. Once they were out in the hall, they could see his door was closed, but they hoped he was in his cabin. Jack knocks on the door, then waits for a few seconds. They look at each other, hoping they weren't on the wrong deck, or knocking on someone else's door. Jack was about to get ready to knock again when the door opened, as a gruff-looking man stood there. Jack was ready to ask when the man gestured with his thumb that Jesse was inside, who was laying on his bed as he sketched something in his book. He got up when he saw Rose and Jack in the doorway. Rose leaped forward between the man and Jack, and wrapped her arms around Jesse's neck as they embraced, while Eric and Karl looked on from their bunks, perplexed. Jack quickly went in the tight room to meet with Eric, and shook hands with Karl and Magnus.

"Hi, I'm Jack. Nice to meet you both." Jack tells the men, while Magnus looked on, not fully understanding what Jack was saying, but nonetheless, he shook hands. Karl acknowledge Jack, thankful he fully understood enough English, thanks to Jesse.

Jesse squeezes his way into the claustrophobic room until he was at the communal sink. He introduced Jack and Rose to his friends, while Eric already knew Jack and Fabrizio, back when they boarded the Majestic together, from Cherbourg to Southampton, a week before Titanic was scheduled to arrive to Southampton for her maiden voyage, while Jesse and Karl both boarded the last ship out, on the Oceanic, and arrived a day before, just enough time for him and Karl to get their tickets. Magnus gently kissed Rose's hand, and Karl gave her a huge embrace, while Eric nervously shook hands with her, and blushed. Everyone laughed and talked amongst each other, before they decided to call it a night. Everyone embraced for the last time, before Jesse met them back out in the corridor.

"Hey, how did it go with you two?" Jesse asks, as they were back out in the hall once more, putting an arm around Rose, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his small yet firm waist, while Jack put his arm around his neck, and laid his head on his shoulder.

"It was wonderful. Jack ignited the flame that he talked about when we were back in the gym and it turned into an inferno as we were on the bow, as we were taking in the most gorgeous sunset we have ever seen. It was an exhilarating experience." Rose, said, in what was her happiest moment that she and Jack were finally back together again, after their mindless argument at the gymnasium.

"See? I knew you two were meant for each other." Jesse says, smiling at the couple, and Rose could see his subtle dimples, as she resisted the urge to poke at them.

"Hey, were going back up to first class, to Rose's suite. Do you want to come with?" Jack asks, as he clearly wanted Jesse to be with them as well.

Jesse replied, "I'll catch up to you soon, but in the meantime, you two go on up ahead." Jack grabs Jesse's arm and embraces him hard for the last time before leaving the third-class corridor.

"Thanks for looking after her. She means a lot to me." he says, as a single tear rolled down his cheek, and landed on Jesse's shirt. They both gave a pat at each other's backs like the brothers they were, and Rose gave Jesse a peck on his cheek.

"We'll see you there" Jack says, with one arm around Rose's shoulder, and giving a v sign as they left back up to first class.

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The Leyland steamer S.S. Californian arrives to a patch of ice, and growlers, at which the sailors on the Californian's bow shout, "Ice ahead, sir!" The captain looks outward, as he too, sees the distant ice floes forming out in the distance.

"Stop engines." he says, as officers ring the telegraphs, indicating the ship needed to stop, as the captain was not willing to take the risk of hitting any bergs or growlers in the dark.

"That's field ice, Mr. Groves." The captain says, as he continues to look onward. "I'm not trying to find my way around that until daylight."

Mr. Groves then asks, "Shall I report it, sir?"

The captain agrees. "Yes. Work out our position."

"Aye, aye, sir." The captain goes to the Californian's radio room to ask the operator if there were any ships in the region, of which the only one there is being the Titanic. He then tells the operator to warn the Titanic of any potential icebergs in the area, after having Mr. Groves giving him the position they were in.

…

Jesse finally makes his way to Rose's first-class stateroom, after getting lost in the elegant ornate-paneled corridors, and had to eventually ask a passenger if they have heard of the Hockleys. He arrives at the cabin, not knowing behind that door, Jack is almost finishing up his intense drawing of nude Rose, while she was laying on the chaise lounge and wearing the Heart of the Ocean. He was ready to turn the knob when he hears a noise coming from somewhere in the halls. He ran to another cabin, which to his surprise, wasn't locked, and tumbled his way in. He stood back up, and brushed himself off. Once inside he was in a suite of some sort, with tables and chairs in the middle of the room. The room had wood paneling, a fireplace in the opposite side of the room, with a mirror atop the mantle, and opposite from there, a chest of drawers stood. Suddenly he felt like he was back in his father's suite on the Olympic all over again, before the collision with the battle cruiser Hawke. He shook his head, reminding himself he is on the Titanic now. There was another door across from where he was, and walked up to it. He turned the knob…

Rose was standing behind Jack, looking over his shoulder as he puts in his finishing touches to his drawing, then he dated April 14, 1912 followed by the initials JD. Soon they heard the doorknob being turned. Jack quickly folds up his sketch book, his heart racing, as he knew he would be dead the moment Cal walked in through that door, and saw him sitting there. Rose's heart also dropped; she knew if Cal caught them together, he would be so furious. Instead Jesse walked in, as he silently closed the door behind him, his finger to his mouth. Rose breathed a sigh of relief, while a little bit of color was drained from Jack's face, his heart still racing.

"What's with you two? Something scared me in the hallway too, so I didn't knock." Jesse says.

"We thought you were Cal." Rose says, a little worried.

"Or Lovejoy." Jack began.

"Oh, I see." Jesse says, smiling, his dimples showing, and his hair covering one eye coyly.

With Jack now feeling a little bit better, he hands his sketch book and tools to Jesse.

"W-what's this?" Jesse asked, confused.

"I want you to draw us, as a portrait." Jack says.

"Whoa, whoa. I'm not that kind of an artist…"

"Jess, I've seen your drawings. Can you please draw us?" Jack begged. Rose takes out some money, and hands it to Jesse, telling him the same thing she told Jack, "As a paying customer." She stuffed a $10 bill in his shirt pocket, then patted it, before kissing him on his cheek. Jack hands him his sketch book, and Jesse motions the couple to sit and pose in the chaise lounge Rose was in earlier.

"Can you get a little closer?" Jesse says, as he motions Rose to put her head on Jack's shoulder. He squatted down in front of Jack to mess up his blond hair a bit, to have a couple of strands in front of his deep blue eyes. Jack felt tingling all throughout his body, and even blushes a bit, as Jesse does his thing. Once he was satisfied with how the couple looked, he turned back to the table, takes off his coat and hung it on the chair, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, this will only take a bit." Jesse says, as he takes Jack's sketch book, pencils, and gets to work. He sat in the same chair Jack sat in earlier, as he looked at the tips of the pencils and charcoal. Rose looked at Jesse, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes, and had that same intense look Jack had when he drew her portrait, before his eyes were completely obscured by his hair. He starts by drawing out their rough outlines, all the while looking at the couple through his hair. A short time later, he flicks his head, looks up at the couple, and then says, "Alright, you can do your thing now." Jack had a puzzled look on his face.

"Did he finished already?" he thought. That drawing of Rose took forever, and here he is, already done with their portrait. Jack took a peek, only to find he drew their outlines.

"H-how did you…B-but?" Jack trails off, bewilderment on his face.

"I know where to look, and once I get everything outlined, and get a mental picture, I can finish the drawing from there." Jack couldn't help but feel a little bit envious for his friend, as Jesse only needed a mental picture and simple, rough outlines; whereas he needed his subjects to pose for long periods, and without moving. Standing behind Jesse's shoulders, both Rose and Jack watched on, with awe, as Jesse filled in the details of the couples' portrait, watching it come together from his mind as he projected it onto the paper, and using the outlines to blend in the pencil work. Jack watched in amazement at his friend's smooth, yet quick, and delicate arm movement, something he lacked; but mostly he used his fingers in a delicate manner to brush over the charcoal to properly fill in the shaded parts, or to blend in something, all while using less charcoal. Jack couldn't help but look at Jesse's hair, swaying with the movement as he filled the drawing, and was a little envious when Jesse finished his in quarter of the time he did his nude Rose. He couldn't help himself anymore, as he took a handful of Jesse's soft hair and pulled it back away from his eyes, and held it there as Jesse finished the drawing. Jack noted Jesse had fine, soft hair, feeling the texture in the palm of his hands, and it was very thick, but lightweight. He also saw it had body and a nice shine to it, and small highlights that were brought out by the light.

When Jesse was done, he dated the sketch, April 14, 1912, and placed his name in a beautiful script writing, before blowing the remaining charcoal off of the paper. Jack didn't want to let go of Jesse's soft hair, but as he did, some of the hairs stood up. Jesse carefully folds the sketch book and hands it back to Jack, who both admired the drawing of themselves almost as much as the nude Rose. They both look up to thank Jesse, but is nowhere to be found.