April 13, 1912

Rose woke up to the sounds of light snores. She sat up groggily and turned towards the sound. It was Jack. He was curled up in an adorable ball, hugging the pillow he was resting on, and mumbling in his sleep. Jack's hair was spread out all over his face, so you couldn't see his eyes. The sight made Rose giggle.

Judging from the dim light coming through the room, it was early morning. Rose sat up, ready to get out of bed, but remembered she wasn't wearing any clothes. She felt a rush of heat spread over her body. Jack had taken them off. What did that mean? She knew he had done it so she would be warmer. Rose would have to leave it at that. It was still so new to be with Jack again...alive, and if she started to get too hopeful she would probably scare him away.

Rose carefully wrapped the sheet around her body and stood up, holding it to her chest. Careful not to make too much noise and wake Jack up, she tiptoed over to the window balcony and quickly grabbed her clothes, hoping no one below them saw her wearing just bed linens. Her dress was still damp, but it would have to do. She hurried over to the bathroom to change, not wanting to risk Jack seeing her like this.

She let the sheet fall right before she went in, and closed the door. Rose splashed some water onto her face from the sink, trying to erase the memories of last night. She was extremely grateful that Jack had saved her, but also embarassed. What had made her climb over the rail like that? She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. She hoped Jack wasn't going to be mad at her now.

Rose pulled the damp dress over her head, relishing in how much easier it was to put on clothes now that she didn't wear corsets. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked slightly disheveled. Today, she decided, Today, I take Jack to the market. She needed more dresses if she was going to live with him.

Finished in the bathroom, Rose walked out into the main area of their motel room. Jack was still snoring on the couch, and one arm was now draped over his face. Rose smiled. It was so...well, Jack! She decided to sit on the armchair that was next to the couch. Then she noticed the leather folder on the coffee table in front of the couch. Jack's portfolio!

Without thinking, she leaned over and picked it up gently. Her fingers shook slightly as she ran them over the soft brown material that was covering it. She slowly opened it. And there, on the first page, was her. Well, a drawing of her. Rose tilted her head, gazing at the portrait. She was sleeping, her hair cascading over the bed, with a tiny smile on her face. Jack had really captured the life of her.

"Mrphh," said Jack, and Rose almost dropped the portfolio, startled. Jack stretched widely and peeked his eyes open. He noticed Rose sitting across from him, holding his artwork. Rose blushed.

"Sorry," she whispered. Jack sat up quickly, running a hand through his blond hair.

"Sorry?" He mumbled, still sleepy. "For what?"

"I noticed your folder sitting on the table and I was looking through it...it was was quite rude of me...I'm so embarrassed," Rose rambled.

"Nahi'sokay," Jack muttered tiredly, then yawned. "I don't mind. The drawings aren't that good anyway."

Rose's eyes widened. "Jack! They're exquisite! I've never seen anything like them! I'd...I'd even say they're better than Monet!"

Jack just chuckled, looking embarassed. "I would never, ever claim to be better than Monet, but thank you, Rose."

She handed him the portfolio hurriedly, and stood up. "Sorry again, I don't know why I did that."

Jack just looked up at her, holding the the art still. "Did you look at all the drawings?"

"What?"

"Did you look at all the drawings?"

"No...just the one of me. It's quite beautiful," Rose replied, but her face turned red, realizing what she just said. "The drawing, I mean, not me."

Jack laughed. "I only draw what I see, Rose."

Rose looked at him, heart fluttering. Was she calling her beautiful?

"You wanna see the rest of the drawings?" Jack asked her. She nodded, and sat down next to him on the couch. He flipped open to the first page, Rose, then to the next. Rose recognized this one. It felt so weird to be sitting next to a warm, breathing Jack, looking at his art all over again.

The drawing was of a little child with a mother's hands. Rose felt a familiar pang of sadness that she didn't get this as a child. She was raised mostly by a nursing maid. Jack flipped the page, and they had reached the nudes.

Rose smirked at him, trying not to feel jealousy. It was impossible not to. "These are drawn from life?"

Jack smiled sheepishly back. "Yeah...that's the good thing about Paris. Lots of girls want you to take their clothes off."

"Paris!" Rose exclaimed, not wanting to talk about naked women with Jack quite yet. Jack smiled wistfully.

"Yep, I lived there for about a year before I came here."

"What was it like?" Rose asked, intrigued. He had never really delved into the topic of Paris before. "What was the food like? Mother would never let me anywhere near France."

"Paris was good...the food was too," Jack grinned. "It was a lot of crepes, a lot of cheese...but, to be honest, Italian food is better."

"You think so?" Rose pondered it. She had never really tried either, but she would take his word for it.

"And there were these little bird things that could catch wind and fly on there own," Jack told her, and she loved the way his eyes lit up when he was excited. She could tell he really enjoyed his time in Paris.

"...of course, me and Fabri couldn't speak French, so we were walking around getting strange looks, because I kept saying, 'Can we get some birds? What's up with the birds?' Eventually, a man figured out what we wanted, and gave us two. Fabrizio went first and his flew so far and so high! I was so amazed. Then I tried mine...and it flew about a meter then just fell to the ground."

Rose burst into laughter.

"It's not funny!" Jack said indignantly, but was smiling.

"Paris sounds so great. I wish I could go sometime," Rose sighed.

"Let's do it."

"What?"

"Let's go to Paris. Right now."

"Jack...what? That's crazy!"

"That's why I trust it. If you trust me...?" Jack looked at her questioningly.

The answer was, of course, yes, she trusted him. She trusted him more than he could ever know. But did she want to go to Paris? Yes. Did she want to go with Jack? Yes. So what was holding her back?

"Only...only if you want to," Rose told him. He grinned, his smile lighting up the room.

"Of course! I can't wait to show you around!" He hugged her quickly, catching Rose off guard. She gasped. He quickly set her dawn and backed up.

"Sorry," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. She just gave him a small smile.

"I understand," Rose said. "You're excited. I am too."

He smiled.

"But that was no reason...I barely know you..."

"I'm saying it's fine, Jack." Rose grinned as he breathed a small,sigh of relief that she wasn't mad at him.

"Alright, Mr. Dawson. We're off to Paris!"

A/N: Sorry that was so spontaneous. Came to me just then, and I went with it...so sorry if it's unrealistic. Thank you for all the favs and follows I've been getting, and every comment makes my day! (Also, did anyone get the Leo video reference I put in there? Please comment if you did!!! :P) OH AND SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE FOREVER! And this is short...man I suck.