Uncle? Daughter?

Prevoiusly:

Sapphire gasped in utter horror and dismay as she saw Murdoch in front of her, scowling. She turned slightly and saw that Olivia was held firmly in the grasp of Lightoller.

"Oh, bugger," was all that she could say, wondering what was going to happen to them then...

Both girls were spun around again, their hands situated firmly behind their backs, and being prodded firmly in the back, they began to descend the long, grand staircase. But they had no sooner reached the bottom of the staircase, feeling rather apprehensive and scared shitless, knowing that both officers were quite within their ranks to have them thrown overboard, and by their own hands, no less, when a jovial, not very strong, but noticeable, Irish accent hailed them.

"Hello, Sapphire. Olivia. Officers."

The four of them looked up, spotting Thomas Andrews, the Titanic's shipbuilder, a girl with dark curly hair, Rose De-Witt Bukater, who was pregnant, and Jack Dawson. Thomas Andrews was smiling at Olivia and Sapphire, the girl with dark curly hair was smiling at William Murdoch, and Rose and Jack were smiling at each other.

"Hello, Mr. Andrews, Billie, Miss. Rose, Mr. Dawson," Will said, though rather preoccupied.

Sapphire smiled at him, but then something occurred to her: How did Thomas Andrews know what her and Olivia's first names were? They hadn't met him yet.

The same thought had occurred to the officers, or at least, it had occurred to William Murdoch, as he asked, "Ye know these girls, Mr. Andrews?"

Mr. Andrews nodded. "Yes, may I enquirer as to why you seem to have my niece and my daughter in custody?"

The answer blew the winds right out of the sails of Sapphire, Olivia, and the two officers. Olivia and Sapphire did their best to look at each other, and then at Mr. Andrews.

Bewildered, all Lightoller could ask was, "Which is which?" in a very stunned tone.

Mr. Andrews smiled and introduced Sapphire as his niece. Sapphire nodded when he introduced her, and then her memories of home and everything she'd ever done were replaced by other memories, and a myriad of memories of Olivia spending time with her engulfed her mind, all of them pleasant.

So, I'm Thomas Andrews' niece? Well, that's a turn up for the books, as is the fact that Olivia is his daughter, Sapphire thought, feeling the hold on her wrists loosen, slightly.

Mr. Andrews now turned to the two girls. "Where have the two of you been? I promised I'd take the two of you on a tour with me around the ship."

Sapphire looked rather embarrassed, and said, "We must've completely forgotten. We did our own tour, got completely lost, and somehow ended up in the cargo area," she turned red and glanced up at her uncle, who just laughed.

"Well, you always did have a habit of exploring places when it suited you, Sapphire," he grinned.

But neither officer was still convinced that the two girls hadn't just hidden themselves away on board.

Just then, Sixth Officer James Moody passed by, and smiled at Olivia and Sapphire. " Hello, Miss Olivia, Miss Sapphire, " he said with a warm smile on his handsome face.

"How do you know who they are? " Charles asked him, also loosening his tight grip on Olivia.

" I checked their boarding passes, Sir, " he explained.

The two girls smiled at him, and he smiled back, as the two officers let them go completely, but with a warning to "stay away from the cargo hold."

" Of course, sir. Wouldn't think of going back there again, " Olivia said, and Sapphire nodded in agreement."

Will smiled at them, before turning to Billie.

"Come along, we're going on our tour, you two," called Mr. Andrews, just as Will greeted Billie. "How are you enjoy enjoying the ship, my dear daughter?"

Sapphire was surprised. In her world, William Murdoch had never had children, and neither had Ada, who had loved her husband so much that she never remarried.

"You have children, Sir?" She asked, and Billie grinned at her.

"Of course, that's what happens when two adults decide to," she began, but her father covered her mouth very quickly, with a slight red tinge on his cheeks.

Sapphire chuckled, and Will, rolling his eyes, said, "I have three daughters, and one son. Billie looks the most like me," he smiled, taking his hand away.

This was very true. Billie really did look like her father, with his eyes, hair, and bone structure. But she had her mother's nose and jaw. She was wearing a light purple dress, with black tights, and long black boots.

As they left, Sapphire called out "Merry Christmas," over her shoulder, and the sentiment was returned, even though it was only the twenty-first of December.