Go That Far

by Rainbow Haired Girl

Best friends Beatrice Chevalier and Melinda Austin are two very different women. What they have in common interest the RMS Titanic. They go back to 1912 to try and save lives, but it is bad when both of them start having feelings for people that they should never have feelings for. Tommy Ryan/Melinda Austin and Thomas Andrews/Beatrice Chevalier.

8. Chapter 7

Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 7 of Go That Far. I want to thank those who have left reviews. It does mean a lot to me that you guys are enjoying this story. I hope that you guys will continue to enjoy this story. I've been splitting some chapters that I've written and they were on the long side which it makes it easier to have shorter chapters instead of one really long one. I've found longer chapters are a bit of a bore sometimes. I hope that you guys enjoy this next part. Without further ado Chapter 7. ENJOY!

Chapter 7

Beatrice was dancing very slowly as if she was dancing with someone in a waltz. She was

singing a song to herself that was fairly loud that others would probably hear her. "Ô doux printemps d'antan, vertes saisons,(O sweet spring of yesteryear, green seasons,) tu as fui pour toujours !(you fled forever!) je ne vois plus le ciel bleu; (I no longer see the blue sky;) Je n'entends pas les chants joyeux des oiseaux ! (I can not hear the joyous songs of birds!) En m'enlevant mon bonheur, (By taking away my happiness,) O bien-aimé comme tu es parti! (O beloved as thou art gone!) Et c'est en vain que le printemps revient ! (And it is in vain that the spring returns!) Oui, sans retour. (Yes, no return.) Avec toi le gai soleil, (With you the sun gay,) les jours riants sont partis! (the days are gone laughing!) Comme en mon coeur tout est sombre et glacé! (As with all my heart is dark and glossy!) Tout est flétri! (Everything is branded!) Pour toujours! (Forever!) " She sang as she moved across the floor.

Meanwhile, Thomas and Melinda walked past the room hearing Beatrice's voice.

Thomas stopped in his tracks. "Who could that be?" He asked as he turned his attention to the room.

Melinda smiled knowing who exactly that was. "Let's find out," Melinda said casually and gestured for him to lead the way into the room. She watched Thomas's reactions carefully as they stepped into the room, which was empty except for Beatrice. And as she watched her grin grew to the point where she felt she might die trying to hold back her laughter.

At first she saw that slight hint of a blush color his cheeks when he realized he had interrupted a private moment for Beatrice. Then it transformed into one of fascination as his eyes fixated on her as she moved gracefully about the floor. With the grin still on her face, Melinda let out a loud fake cough, snapping Beatrice out of it. Beatrice jumped and whirled around to the source of the noise, turning a bright red color when she spotted Melinda and Thomas.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat but I have . . . things to do. Er, dinner! I need to go get ready for

dinner," Melinda said quickly and made her exit. As she walked back to her cabin there was a smirk on her face. Her plan had worked.

TITANIC

Meanwhile Thomas and Beatrice were still trying to determine what to say to each other. Thomas was the first to speak up. "You're quite talented, Miss Beatrice."

"I . . . uh, thank you, Mr. Andrews," she replied shyly. Her face was still red. "I-it isn't the greatest though." She said as she looked down at the floor that she now thought was very interesting. Waltzes usually went better when there was a willing partner. Every time that she tried to teach Melinda how to Waltz Beatrice would end up getting her feet stepped on. Sadly enough she didn't waltz that much since she was scared of dancing with someone else.

"Not the greatest, Miss Beatrice? Would a dance partner make it better?" He asked, slightly amused, but he didn't know why Beatrice wasn't looking toward him. He knew Melinda said that Beatrice was shy, but he didn't think that she was this shy.

She nodded her head. "Oui, it would make it better with a dance partner." She said softly. She heard the bugler play letting the two of them know that it was dinner time. She looked at Thomas. "I should go..."

Thomas nodded his head. "I will see you later then, Miss Beatrice. Have a wonderful night." He said with a slight bow of his head.

"You have a wonderful night Mr. Andrews as well." She said, curtsying to the man that she truly had fallen in love with when she had watched those wonderful biographies about the Titanic. She gathered the skirts of the black and red gown that she wore and walked quickly towards her room. It was quick for a true lady of the early 20th century.

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This is the end of Chapter 7. I know that this chapter is a bit on the short side, but I do apologize for it. I actually had to shorten the chapter since this was part of one big chapter. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter regardless of how short it was. I hope that I didn't fail to write this chapter. Forgive me if the French aren't all that good. I haven't written the French language in years and not only that I've been using a translator to help with trying to write the French parts out. Please leave a review and let me know what you think of this chapter. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing. I hopefully will update next week. Until next time.