The Australian Prime Minister
AN: Sorry it's been awhile since I last updated this story. This chapter is somewhat angsty, as Sapphire is faced with her past in it. Please read the authors note at the bottom. I mean no disrespect to most Australians apart from this one guy. Not many mentions of Christmas, but it is an angsty chapter.
"You look lovely, Olivia," I smiled as Mr. Andrews held out an arm for each of us to take, and we left my stateroom together.
"So do you," she smiled back, as I happily locked my door.
The three of us cheerfully made our way through the labyrinth that was the beautiful Titanic, until at last, we had arrived in the upstairs entrance to the First Class Dinning Room. The scene from the movie where Jack came here played in my mind, and I smiled.
"Good evening, laddies and Mr. Andrews," the doorman greeted us with a festive smile, which we returned. The area looked so beautiful, and now, at the top of the two big Christmas trees, were the stars that Officers Murdoch and Lightoller had been looking for when they had come across us instead.
Speaking of which, a feminine Australian accent caught my attention, causing me to freeze. That particular accent was the accent I heard in my worst nightmares, and so bad was my fear of Australian people that I still can't talk to my family without having a flashback to my hellish past.
Olivia stared at me with a look of concern on her face.
"Are you alright, Sapphire?" She asked, and I nodded with a shaky breath.
"Fine, I'll be alright soon," I said.
"You look incredibly ill," she disagreed lightly. I smiled at her with gritted teeth, and said, "I don't like Australian accents; they scare me."
Olivia nodded, just I heard that same voice again.
"G'day! Merry Christmas!" She said, and I turned to see Sylvia Lightoller standing there behind us. She looked very beautiful in a dress of forest green, with a silver necklace around her neck, and her long hair was done in a wavy hairstyle.
I nodded in greeting, trying desperately to not have a flashback. Olivia greeted her warmly enough.
Charles beamed at us as he approached, kissed his wife's hand, and then led her down to dinner. Once they had gone, I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and then with Olivia and Mr. Andrews, I followed at a distance.
When we reached our table, there were five men already sitting there wearing smart suits but festive ties. My "uncle" greeted each of them warmly in turn, before introducing them to us.
"Olivia, Sapphire, might I introduce Anthony, Declan, John, Stephen, and Rolf?" He asked with a smile. I took one look at the first four men and couldn't stop the smile that graced my face. Anthony and Declan were my favourite Geordie duo and better known as "Ant and Dec," John was John Smith or the psydomeun that is used by the "Doctor" in Doctor Who. This guy was actually David Tennant, and Stephen? Stephen Mulhern, good friend of Ant and Dec.
"Nice to meet you all," I grinned, before turning my attention to the last man, and my smile slipped off my face. The other man was Rolf Harris, Australian singer, and the reason why I hated Australia.
"What the hell are you doing here, and out of prison!?" I yelled at him, and he quirked an eyebrow.
"Prison?" He said quizzically.
"Yes, that place where they send utter arseholes such as yourself," I snapped.
His other eyebrow joined the first, and he shook his head. "I have never met you before, and is that really the way you speak to a Prime Minister?"
"Prime Minister?" I asked.
"Yes, the person who governs a country, such as Australia?" He said, and I suddenly felt horrified at what I had done. The Rolf Harris of my world was a right arse, but this guy was the Australian Prime Minister, and I had been completely horrible to him.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I thought you were someone else," I squeaked, even as flashbacks swam around in my brain.
"Clearly, but I'll forgive you. That's partly what Christmas is about, after all," he smiled.
I still felt really bad about what I had done, even after a four-course dinner. Rolf could tell that, and he asked me what was wrong. When I told him, and what had happened to me, he looked utterly disgusted.
"Well, may that man rot in hell for what he's done to you," he said vehemently. I smiled at him, feeling for the first time in about six years at ease with an Australian.
AN: Just want to clarify one thing here: I do not hate or fear Australian people.