Jack stared at the girl in front of him. Red hair, pale skin, she was, hands down, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Just his luck he had met her by crashing into her and missing his ride to America.

"Ma'am, seriously, are you okay?" he asked her, concerned. She was gaping at him with wide eyes. He felt his cheeks warm, what was it that was making her act like this? He was still supporting her, she was leaning on him.

"You're...alive," she finally said, but shut her mouth quickly. Jack frowned, but figured the woman was delusional from her fall, so he decided to go with it.

"Uh, yeah," he said scratching the back of his neck and setting down his pack, not needing it anymore. "Last I checked...are you okay...Miss..."

She looked at him quickly. "Rose. Rose Dawson. Sorry. You...reminded me of someone."

"Dawson?" he repeated. There was something weird about this girl. How crazy was it that she had the same last name as him?

She looked angry with herself. "Dawson."

"What a coincidence," he told her. "I'm Jack...Dawson."

She smiled weakly at him. "Yes. A coincidence." She glanced down at Jack's hands holding her up, and slowly pulled them away, looking like it pained her.

"I'm sorry you missed your chance to get on the ship," she told him.

"Eh, it was my fault," Jack said. "Probably for the best."

"What do you mean?" She asked him.

"Well, with all the hype of it being "unsinkable" I can just feel God thinking, 'where's my icebergs' or something," Jack said, trying to crack a smile on the girl. She just closed her eyes.

"Yeah..." she agreed.

"Well...Rose...should I be finding a family for you, are what?" he asked. He wanted to spend more time with this girl, get to know her, but he knew she had to get going somewhere.

"Actually, I was supposed to get on that ship, too," the girl, Rose, told him. She didn't look all too sorry about not getting on the Titanic, in fact, she was still staring at Jack.

"Well, we're both stranded then," Jack said. He had really no idea what to do. This girl was obviously higher class than him, and better off, and he couldn't just have her stay with him in the streets.

Her eyes widened. Obviously, she hadn't thought about that either.

Jack quickly tried to come up with something. He didn't want her to think he was incompetent or anything.

"I...would offer that you join me..."

Her eyes got bigger. "Join you?"

"I know it would be really awkward...I mean, we hardly know each other..."

Rose's face darkened. Jack was confused by this girl. She seemed to act as if she already knew him.

"I understand..." She responded, but looked at him with a look in her eyes he didn't quite understand. "But right now...it's really my only option..."

"Miss...Dawson–"

"Rose," she interrupted.

"Rose, then," he amended. "I don't think you understand my situation."

"Well...you're obviously a...person of...limited means..." she said, looking flustered. He grinned.

"It's alright, you can say it, a poor guy."

"Yes..." She squinted. "Anyway, I..uh, know we just met, and you probably live under a bridge, but I can help."

"Yeah?" Jack asked, crossing his arms.

"Yes." She opened her purse and showed him some bills. He felt his eyes widen.

"Okay..." Jack thought quickly. This changed things. One if those dollars alone could pay for an apartment! A nice apartment, too. And he had to admit, Rose seemed like a nice girl he would want to get to know.

She was still standing there, waiting for an answer.

"Alright, Rose, but tell me this. Why do you want to help me so much? I have nothing to offer you in return."

She looked at a loss for words. "I...I...it just seems...like the right thing to do...I mean, it's my fault the Titanic left with one less passenger..."

They both unconsciously turned to face the hulk of steel that was now getting hard to see.

"It's okay, really," Jack said, somewhat embarassed. "I wasn't really supposed to be on that ship anyway. I, uh, won the ticket playing poker...like I said, I'm a poor guy."

"But I still feel like I should help you," Rose said. "I want to help you, you seem like an okay guy."

"Thanks, I guess. Are you sure about this, though?" Jack asked. He wanted her to know that living with him would be difficult.

"As sure as I'll ever be," Rose responded, and for the first time since he had met her, Jack saw a real smile on her face. She really was breathtaking. He felt...drawn to her somehow.

"Alright, deal," Jack said. "We'll have to contact your family as soon as we can, but in the meantime, I can teach you how to be homeless."

"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Dawson," Rose said, and he picked up his pack.

"Call me Jack," he smiled at her.

"Alright, Jack," she said, smiling as well. "Lead the way."

This is going to be interesting, Jack thought. Little did he know just how interesting it already was.