A little boy stood in front of a door that was about to cave in from a wall of ocean. He was crying for his papa, making Rose's heart hurt for him. She looked at Jack, her eyes pleading.

"We can't leave him," She stated, seeing the same emotions she felt mirrored in Jack's eyes.

Jack glanced at the stairway leading back up, which was quickly being covered by water.

"Come on," He stated, running up to the boy with Rose right behind him. Just as he picked the boy up in his arms, the door groaned loudly, signaling that it was about to give way. With the child still screaming for his papa, Jack and Rose ran back to the stairway, just to find it impassable. "This way!"

Jack turned around and ran back towards the door, just as a burly man appeared with suitcases in hands. He must have been the child's father, because he grabbed the boy from Jack, pushing him away as he yelled in a language that Rose didn't recognize.

Jack and Rose could only watch as the man turned to pick up his suitcase and began running towards the door that was about to give way.

"Wait! Come back!" Jack yelled, running after the man. "You're going the wrong way!"

Rose joined in, even though she knew that the man wouldn't understand their words, but they had to try. "Wait, you're going the wrong way!"

Suddenly the door is replaced by a wall of water that sweeps the boy away and heads for Jack and Rose, determined to claim them as well...

A scream was in Rose's throat as she sat up in bed, her eyes wide open, but her mind stuck in the dream. She bolted out of bed and into the hall. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the images to go away as the terror from the dream refused to lose it's grip. A sob escaped her as she slid down to the floor and buried her face against her knees, the sight of that crying little boy replaying in her head over and over again.

Jack was just finishing off a drawing for his job when he heard the sound of a door open and closed then muffled sobs. He frowned, wondering what was going on. Dinner had been tense, thanks to Lisa's insistence on making it clear that she did not want Rose there. Exhausted from the day, Rose had gone on to bed while Jack pulled Lisa aside and told her to either be civil or leave. Lisa just huffed and walked away, leaving Jack to retire to his room as well, where he remained, working on his drawing. He hadn't expected to see Rose again that night...but what if she was upset about Lisa? What if his cousin had said something mean while Jack was not around?

Closing the portfolio, he got up from the desk and opened the door to sure enough find Rose on the floor, with her knees pulled up to her chest, sobbing. He frowned. She looked...not horrible. Rose could never look horrible, but she reminded him of how she looked that awful night, when they had been fighting for their lives. Slowly he approached her, not sure what was going on.

"What's wrong?" He gently asked. He knelt before her, placing a hand against hers. "Rose, what happened?" He didn't like how she was shivering or how she seemed to choke on her sobs.

Rose seemed to be trapped in her own grief. The memory of the boy had taken over and all she could feel was the cold and hear his terrified sobs. She didn't feel Jack's arms wrap around her as he scooped her up off the floor, or hear his comforting words as he carried her into his room, closing the door behind them so no one else could hear her cries.

He sat her on the bed and sat beside her, his arms wrapped around her as she continued to sob. He didn't know just how long they sat like that, but finally her sobs did fade away, but she remained in his arms, with her face pressed against his shoulder. He rubbed her arms, gently.

"Are you okay?" Jack asked, knowing that she wasn't. Knowing that she must have had a memory. A bad one this time.

Rose shook her head. "No. I'm not. Unless...unless you tell me that he survived somehow."

Jack frowned. "Who?"

Rose sniffed, another tear sliding down her cheek. "The boy."

Jack frowned, confused at first. What boy could she...? Then it hit him like a ton of bricks as the memory came to him. Fuck...why that one? Of all the memories from Titanic, why did it have to be that one? "I'm sorry, Rose. He...he didn't. His father grabbed him...and then the water swept them away...we couldn't save them...we had barely saved ourselves..."

"I remember us trying to tell that man he was going the wrong way...but he didn't understand. I don't think he would have listened, even if he could...oh god, that poor child!" Rose sobbed again.

"I know, Rose. I know, it was bad. I wish I could tell you that was the only bad thing that you'll remember, but you know I can't."

Rose clinged to him, thinking that she didn't want to remember anymore. She didn't want to remember any of it, even the good parts. She could start over with Jack. Make good memories that won't send her into a sobbing mess. But there was no getting out of it. Her brain was going to drag those memories back, and she was going to have to do what she hadn't done the first time around. She was going to have to deal with them.

"How did you do it, Jack? How did you deal with it all?"

"I don't know. I just did. I had to. You and Cora needed me. Then Cora needed me and...I just took it day by day, moment by moment. I remembered the good parts and looked for the good things in life and just tried to be grateful that we survived. Heck, I didn't even have to try. I was grateful. Especially for you. I was so grateful for you, Rose. You have no idea. You were the one thing that made winning those tickets worth it."

Rose stared at him with wide green eyes, her heart in her throat. Just listening to him, it was all in his voice. He loved her, he really did. It made her even more sad that she hadn't been able to hold it together for him like he had for her. She did love him, though. She had to have loved him because it had been there when she had set eyes on him again. The very moment. For the past two years, she had felt that a part of herself was missing and it had been. It had been with him all along. She just hadn't known it until Molly had pointed him out in the park.

Jack's smile was sad as he wiped away her tears with one hand while holding her with the other. "It will be alright, Rose. All of that stuff on Titanic, it's over now. You're safe, just remember that, alright? We came through it together and we'll go through it together. You just come and get me when the memories come. I'll do whatever you need me to, okay? You just have to tell me."

Rose simply nodded, grateful to have this man's love, despite the two years apart. "I'm sorry that I woke you."

"You didn't. I was just working on a project for work. I needed to take a break anyway. Are you okay now?"

"I don't know. The memory is still there...but it's not so...loud now. It's like there's a distance that wasn't there before..."

"Good," He smiled, suddenly letting her go so he could pull back the covers on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Jack smiled and shrugged. "I still have some work to do, but you can stay in here as long as you like. Just get under the covers and relax."

"Really?" Rose didn't know what to say. She was surprised by the offer, and grateful. She felt...safe in here. Like there was a barrier between her and the bad memories. Like nothing bad could get to her in this room, surrounded by Jack's presence. How had he known?

"Really. In Santa Monica, you used to say how you always felt safe with me. I want you to feel that way again, Rose. I want you to know that you're always safe wherever I am. I will never let anything happen to you."

Rose blushed and smiled, feeling shy. "I already do feel that way. You make me feel safe, Jack. From the moment I saw you in the park."

"Good. I'm glad," Jack smiled. "Come now. Get in."

Rose simply smiled and did as she was told. She scooted onto the bed and sighed as he tucked the covers around her, making a cocoon.

"I'll be over at the desk drawing. You get some sleep, alright? I'll be here if you need me."

Rose simply nodded, the memory of the boy beginning to fade as Jack's scent and presence filled her. Again, she wished that he would kiss her...or at least lay beside her and hold her, but this was more than she had the right to ask for, at least in her mind anyway.

"Thank you, Jack," She smiled, grabbing his hand before he could walk back over to the desk he had abandoned.

"Anytime, Rose. You jump, I jump. Always."

She smiled at the promise that sounded so familar to her. "Always..."

Jack simply smiled and returned to his portfolio, trying not to think about the beautiful woman in his bed, so he could concentrate.

As for Rose, she didn't want to go to sleep. She wanted to stay awake and breathe in Jack's scent and watch as he worked. But sleep did come, and with it, a dream. A dream of her flying with her beautiful artist behind her, both of their arms stretched out like wings, flying off into the horizon...