Jack stared in wide-eyed shock at his friend. How did he get here? He thought Fabri had gotten on the Titanic! Fabrizio looked over slowly from Rose to look at Jack.

"Jack, is that you?"

Jack nodded, and finally moved forward to give Fabrizio a tight hug. He could feel tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Fabri, buddy, I thought I might never see you again!"

Fabrizio nodded. "Me as well! You pazzo, you say go on ship and I turn around you aren't there!"

"Sorry, I...got held up," Jack said, glancing at Rose. "But I'm confused. I...I thought you were on the Titanic, sailing away to New York. You have some explaining to do."

Fabrizio pulled Jack in to his room, and Rose quickly followed, closing the door behind them. Fabrizio eyed her and looked back at Jack.

"You have explaining to do too, yes? How she know my name?"

Jack rubbed his neck. "That's a longer story...I'll let you go first. How'd you end up here?"

Fabrizio kept looking at Rose skeptically while he talked. "I was going on to ship, yes? I could not find you I thought you were on Titanic too? So I went to give officer man my ticket..."

Jack nodded. "But..."

"He asked if I had been through inspection," Fabrizio continued. "And I not good liar like you, Jack, I did not know what to say and he would not let me on after that. So I came to familiar bar where I could stay until I could find way to contact you."

"That's actually really smart, Fabri," Jack told him. "And we did find each other!"

Fabrizio was now openly staring at Rose, and she looked a little uncomfortable.

"Um...this is Rose," Jack introduced, holding her shoulders. Fabrizio looked at Jack questioningly.

"Rose? Yes. She knew my name. How?"

Jack looked helplessly at Rose. Did he dare explain? She shook her head. He thought over his options. He didn't exactly want to lie to his best friend, but Rose and his predicament at the moment sounded a bit far fetched.

"She...knew because I told her stories and gave very detailed descriptions apparently," Jack said, chuckling a little. "I didn't it would be that good of a representation of you that she would be able to recognize you on the spot. By the way Rose, you guys never were properly introduced. Fabri, Rose. Rose, Fabri."

Fabrizio held his hand out and Rose shook it hesitantly. Jack rubbed her shoulders, knowing how weird this all must be for her.

"Pleasure to finally...meet you, Fabrizio," Rose said, giving him a small smile. Fabrizio nodded.

"Pleasure meeting you too, Rosa," Fabrizio replied, letting go of her hand and leaning back on his heels, albeit a little awkwardly.

"So...why you knock on my door?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Well, we needed a place to stay, so I thought of coming here. Unfortunately, I forgot about—"

"Emily," Fabrizio finished, nodding his head in understanding. "She still likes you, doesn't she?"

"It would seem so," Jack muttered, glancing at Rose's clenched jaw. He knew how hard it must be for her, not knowing His and Emily's past, that's exactly the frustrstion he had with not being able to remember any of their previous experiences together on the Titanic, because he had apparently never experienced them. Although, from the sounds of it, he was kind of grateful as well.

"Anyway, I think Emily didn't want us to stay in a room by ourselves for her own selfish reasons, so she put us with you. Thankfully, she didn't know it was you, so we got a better deal anyway," Jack grinned.

Fabri looked questioningly from Rose to Jack, and Jack saw Rose begin to look nervous.

"Jack, may I speak with you out in the hall for a quick second?"

Jack looked at Fabri, who nodded hesitantly and she hurried out with Jack following close behind. She shut the door to Fabrizio's room and glanced up at Jack.

"He's going to ask about our relationship," Rose said quietly. Jack shrugged.

"So?"

"So? I know him a little, he doesn't know me at all...I don't know, I feel it would be awkward for me to be in there while that all goes down."

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded slowly, flipping his hair out of his face.

"I guess..."

"And, I think you guys should catch up on a few things that I don't need to be a part of," she said, gesturing to the door. "I need to...get a paper."

"A paper?" Jack knit his brow together in confusion.

"The Titanic sank last night, if I'm right...I need to see for sure," Rose explained. Jack felt his heart sink, remembering what got them into this situation in the first place.

"Alright," he said, leaning in and giving Rose a quick kiss. "I'll talk to Fabri and see you in a bit, then."

She gave him a grateful glance and then hurried down the way they had come up. Jack stood outside the door for a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Why was he nervous? This was Fabrizio, his best friend. There was nothing to be worried about. HE just feared...he didn't know what he feared. Maybe that Fabrizio wouldn't accept their quick relationship? And how to explain the whole Titanic situation...Jack took a deep breath, and turned to walk into the room.

Fabrizio was waiting patiently as Jack slowly closed the door behind him, and it felt so familiar, which it was. It seemed impossible that just four days ago, they had seen each other, yet it felt like an eternity.

"So, amigo? Who...? How?"

Jack almost laughed out loud over his friend's dumbfounded exoression.

"That was Rose, I already told you," he responded.

"Why'd she leave?"

"I think she wanted a newspaper, to see if we missed anything important," Jack said smoothly, running his hands up and down his pants with nervous energy. Fabrizio seemed to sense this.

"You nervous, Jack. Why?"

Jack looked up somewhat helplessly. "I...I'm hopelessly in love with that woman, Fabri."

Fabrizio raised his eyebrows. "The Bella Rosa?"

Jack sat down, and Fabrizio did as well. "When did this all happen? I leave you alone for less than a week, and you fall in love? I thought you weren't interested in a relationship."

"It's hard to explain. I can't explain all the legistics to you...it's not my story to tell. But I do know that me and Rose are very much meant to be together. It's just a feeling."

"That's a big commitment to make off of just a feeling," Fabrizio said wisely. Jack nodded.

"I know, I know. But...something tells me something like this has happened before, and I know good will come out of this."

"If you say so," Fabrizio shrugged easily and stood up, making his way over to Jack. "I don't know her at all, but she looks at you the way my mami used to look at Papa, so I'm happy for you."

Fabrizio clapped Jack's shoulder, and he grinned a wide smile. "Oh, Fabri, you'll love her once you get to know her. You'll be jealous I found her first."

Fabri laughed. "No, no, red hair is not my type. I prefer brown."

Jack nudged him jokingly. "Why, did you find someone?"

Fabrizio blushed. "No, no. Well...no."

"You did!" Jack laughed, glad to have something other than worry on his mind. "Who is it? What's her name?"

"I do not know her, Jack. I have met her never before," Fabrizio explained. "I only know her from pictures. She is...she is an Irish actress."

"I don't know if she's all that achievable, mate," Jack said gently. "You're setting that standard kinda high, aren't you?"

Fabrizio went on the defensive. "Rose is first class, is she not? If you can get with a first class woman, maybe I could someday."

Jack smiled. "Alright buddy. You live that dream."

Fabri punched him lightly on the shoulder. "You think it's dumb, don't you?"

"No, I never said that!" Jack said, shaking his head. "It's good to have high hopes. I would never have met Rose if it weren't for pure hope. I think you can believe what you want, Fabri, and it might comd true someday."

Fabrizio snorted. "Well, I doubt that, but thanks."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Hey Fabri?"

"Jack?"

"I'm glad I found you. I was so worried the last few days that I would never see you again."

Fabri nodded. "Glad you found me, Jack. I missed you."

Just then, Rose came in, holding a paper and looking as white as a sheet.

Jack stood up, his heart rising into his throat. "Rose?"

She just handed him the paper silently. Fabrizio stood as well, glancing over Jack's shoulder.

Over 1000 passengers Killed on Fateful Night, Iceberg Struck On Maiden Voyage, Titanic Sinks Before Making It to New York.Jack stares at the page, then at Rose. It was true, then. All of it.