Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie 'Titanic'

1913

I laughed loudly, pushing him back as hard as I could. "Tommy!"

He laughed, wrapping his arm around me and spinning me around, both of us losing our footing and falling onto the sand.

My laughter faded, staring up at the blue sky.

It was strange because it was never this nice of a day. Not in the year that we lived here had it ever been this nice.

"Anna?"

I looked up at the sky. "What?"

Tommy's hand found mine against the sand as he said, "We're pretty much married, eh?"

I chuckled lightly, glancing at him. "I guess. I do have your last name. What about it?"

"Well, don't you want to make it official?"

I smiled, turning to lay on my side, looking at him looking at the sky. "Are you proposing to me?"

He shrugged, turning his face to look at me. "Why not?"

"This just a thought that popped into your head or have you been considering for a while?"

"Been considering."

I nodded, starting to smirk. "So you have a ring then?"

He opened his mouth, hesitating greatly. "Uh..."

I just laughed, rolling on top of him. "Regardless of your lack of preparedness, my answer is yes."

He smiled, rolling over so that he loomed over me, the sun coming over his shoulder. "I love ya."

I smiled too, my lips meeting his in a sweet kiss.

...

The Irish jig played and I clapped along, laughing to myself as I watched Tommy, new husband, and his brothers, dancing wildly.

"You know what this reminds me of?" Rose asked, clapping beside me.

I nodded, smiling at her. "I can guess."

"Sometimes, I dream of it," Rose said softly, just loud enough for me to hear.

I stopped clapping, scooting closer to her and touching her hand. "Me too." I sighed, looking out on the floor where everyone danced. "I miss Fabrizio and Jack everyday of my life, Rose."

"But you got your happy ending."

"Don't do that," I begged, gripping her hand tightly. "There will be other men."

"None like him," she said quickly, almost snapping.

I rubbed her hand comfortingly. "Then just be happy that you got to have him - even if it was for such a short time. Just be happy that you got to know Jack Dawson because the rest of the world missed out."

Rose smiled softly, moving her hand to grasp mine. "The rest of the world definitely has missed out."

1914

I was just setting up the table, very calm, very quiet.

Tommy came through the door, his heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen, slapping the newspaper on the table before walking around me to the fridge.

I picked up the newspaper, the word 'war' plastered all over it. "I don't understand why this is happening."

He opened up a beer, leaning against the counter. "It's on every newspaper in town, love."

I shook my head, walking over to the trash and throwing it in. "It will stop."

"They're asking for volunteers now."

I glanced at him, reposition the plates at the table. "Are they?"

"I think I'm gonna go."

I chuckled. "No, you're not."

"I am."

I stopped, looking up at him, only seriousness on both of our faces. "Why would you say that?"

He stared at me, beer bottle in hand. "Don't you ever think about it - how many people died on that ship?" He pushed himself off the counter, starting to pace. "We survived, Anna. Us. Don't you think we should do something with our lives? Don't you think there's a reason we survived that?"

I shook my head, taking small steps closer to him. "Tommy, you -"

"I need to do something," Tommy said, stopping his pacing and facing me. "Anna, I can't just stand around."

I was starting to get annoyed. "You don't even like England and you're going to die for it."

"If I die, it'll be for a good reason."

"It's not a good reason," I bit out, spinning around.

He caught my wrist, spinning me back around, smiling now. "I'll be fine, love. It'll be over before you know it. Don't worry."

I sighed, grabbing his hands in mine, trying to smile. "You're truly the worst."

He smirked, leaning closer to my face. "You're the one that married me."

...

I ran my hands over the uniform, smoothing out spots that were already smoothed out. "You have everything you need?"

Tommy chuckled, grabbing my hands and holding them against his chest. "You're shaking, love."

"I'm nervous," I said honestly, guessing that I had a look of worry on my face. I glanced at the train behind him. "People are loading up."

Tommy nodded, squeezing my hands before dropping them. "I'll come back to you, Anna."

"Promise," I said quickly, clutched the front of his uniform.

He smirked. "In one piece?"

I hit his chest. "Tommy, I'm serious."

He smiled, hand sliding around to the back of my neck and kissing me quite passionately despite the fact that we were in public in front of many people. When he pulled away, he kissed my cheek, hugging me tightly. "I'll miss ya."

I sighed into his chest, hugging him just as tight. "I love you."

He leaned away, holding my face. "Write to me."

I nodded eagerly, my hands over his. "Of course."

The whistle blew for the third time.

I smiled nervously, patting his chest and taking a step away. "Okay. Good luck."

He nodded, spinning around and running onto the train.

I tried to hold back the tears, holding my hands to my own chest, white from the tight grip from my nerves. I couldn't help when I saw him lean out the window of one compartment, smiling and waving.

I sobbed, waving back.

1917

I stirred my tea. "Congratulations."

Rose smiled, nodding. "Thank you. My agent says it'll big a big break for me."

I smiled too, taking a sip of my tea. "And the lead is handsome?"

She shook her head, scoffing almost. "They all are."

I shrugged. "Well, I'd be okay being around tons of handsome men."

She gave me her strong-willed look. "They don't take me seriously."

"They will once they see you act," I reassured, nodding.

She chuckled, setting down her cup. "How's Tommy?"

I sighed. "He's good, I believe." I looked over at the stack of letters on the counter. "He hasn't written in a little while. It's odd."

"Maybe he's just busy."

I stood quickly, grabbing one letter and sitting down. "Listen to this one, Rose." I looked down at the letter, reading it out loud as it was written.

My love,

It's ugly and awful. Men are dying from wounds I've never even heard of, and the ones that aren't dying from battle are dying from sickness or they can't even go into battle because they have some sort of disorder.

There's one man who sits in the hospital bed, not saying anything, not moving. He just sits there and shakes. The only word he seems to know is 'bomb', and when someone says that, he hides under the nearest bed.

It's awful, but there are moments that make me feel at home with you. Some men and I play cards and gamble with cigarettes. It's a fun time.

Still, I miss you, Anna, and I won't lie to you.

You do remember what we promised each other the day we got married, don't ya?

I smiled, looking up at Rose. "We were just lying on the grass outside our house, looking up at the stars and we promised each other that, no matter what, we would always tell the truth."

Rose smiled. "You two are the sweetest."

I shook my head, smile fading as I looked back down at the letter.

I've been moved to the front. They say I'd be better served there. It's going to be dangerous, but I'll come out alive. I'm sure of it.

I'll write again soon.

From,

Tommy

I set the letter down. "That's the last one."

Rose reached across the table, hand on mine. "He's fine." Her head snapped toward the door when there was a knock. "Do you want me to -"

"No, I've got it," I said, standing and walking toward the door, opening it.

It was a boy, no older than seventeen, cheeks flushed red as he sat on his bike, basket in front of him, full of letters that only bared bad news. The boy was so young and he looked nervous as he stuck of the letter to me. "For you."

My hand flew to my mouth, tears welling up in my eyes. "No."

Gone, Everything was gone. Tommy was gone.

"Miss? Are you..." he said, sounding unsure of every word that came out of his mouth.

I snatched the letter, wiping my eyes. "Thank you."

"Good day, Mrs. Ryall," he said, about to pedal away.

"What?" I asked before he could ride off.

He turned around slowly, looking beyond nervous. "What?"

"What'd you just say?"

"Have a good day?"

"Mrs..." I pushed.

"Ryall?"

I almost started to smile, wiping it off my face quickly when I realized that maybe I wasn't getting bad news, but someone was. I held out the letter to him, pointing with my other hand down the road. "Mrs. Ryall lives just down there. People mix up our mail all the time."

His eyes widened as he took the letter. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorr -"

I patted his shoulder. "It's fine."

He nodded, turning his handlebars and pedalling off.

I turned to go back into the house, seeing a letter sticking out from under the rug - a letter from Tommy. I picked it up quickly and walked back into the house, closing the door and leaning against it, sighing heavily.

Rose was standing at the entrance of the kitchen, looking at me. "Anna, are you alright?"

I nodding, starting to cry.

Maybe it was the mere thought of losing Tommy or maybe it was the immense relief that I hadn't lost Tommy, but I started to cry harder than I had in a long, long time.

And Rose hugged me tightly, not asking, just comforting me.

1918

It was the eleventh day of the eleventh month, 1918, and it was the best day of everyone's lives.

I walked out into the street, my heels clicking as I made my way into the busy street.

It was the busiest I had ever seen it.

Everyone was screaming, "It's over!" and "The war - it's done! It's over!" There was music and everyone was yelling and cheering and jumping and smiles on everyone's faces.

I grabbed a woman's arm. "Is it all true?"

She smiled widely, shoving the paper onto my chest.

I held it quickly, looking down at it.

'GREAT WAR ENDS'

I let out a breath of relief, smiling just as widely as that woman had, jumping up and down, waving the paper around. "It's over!" I laughed loudly, running through the people back to my house, running towards the phone, quickly picking it up and dialling the number.

"Hello?"

"Rose, did you hear the news?" I asked excitedly. "The war is over!"

A little gasp on the other end. "What? I've been holed up in my dressing room all day. I haven't -"

"Rose, it's over!"

She screamed and I guessed that she was jumping up and down. "Oh, my!"

I laughed, jumping as well. "It's finally over."

"Is Tommy home yet?" She asked, sounding slightly out of breath.

"Not yet, but he will be." I made a noise of excitement, thinking that I should plan a special welcome home. "What should I -"

"Anna, I met someone."

I went silent, sitting down at the closest chair. "What?"

"His name is Calvert."

I smiled lightly, leaning against the chair lazily. "What's he like?"

She sighed. "He's wonderful, Anna. He doesn't even look like Jack - he's nothing like him, really, but he makes me laugh and he likes the same things as I do and I just..."

"You don't have to feel guilty, Rose," I reminded her. "People can fall in love more than once."

"After the movie's finished, he wants me to move with him to Cedar Rapids."

My eyes widened. "Is this serious?"

"We've only been seeing each other less than a year."

I chuckled. "And how long had you known Jack?"

She laughed. "Fine." She sighed. "I just do not know what to say."

I smiled, adjusting the phone in my hand. "If you want to do it, you should," I said, offering her a simple bit of advice.

"Thank you, Anna."

I nodded, though I knew she couldn't see. "You're welcome, Rose."

...

I smoothed out the bed, feeling satisfied.

"You done, Ryan?"

I nodded slowly, looking up at the head nurse. "Yes."

She nodded, smiling a little. "It's finally over, huh?"

"I guess."

"It was great working with you."

I smiled. "You too." I turned around, putting on my coat and walking out onto the street, walking down the sidewalk to the bus stop.

There was a whistle - a catcall from behind me.

I spun around, mouth open, ready to say something, but stopping when I saw who it was, curly hair and all. I smiled widely, running as fast as I could over to him, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me too. "Well, hello, love."

I pulled my face away from his shoulder, kissing him, quickly moving on to the rest of his face, kissing him all over. I kissed his lips again, running my hand through his outgrown hair. I hummed, pulling away and looking him in the eyes for the first time in month. "I missed you."

He smiled. "I missed you too."

My feet touched the ground and I let go of him. "You came back to me. And in one piece."

He kept his arm around me, continuing to smile. "Just like I promised."

I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself up, pecking his lips. "Welcome home."

He put his arm around my shoulders, starting to walk. "About that, love. How do you feel moving more West?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Not right now, Tommy. I know you want to go back, but -"

"I just want our kids to be all Irish. Is that so bad?"

I looked up at him, feeling the warmth of love inside of me. "No. No, it's not."