Title: Fix You

Author: iMegaphone

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the film "Titanic". The only thing I do own is the plot.

Chapter Two

The voices speaking around her were distorted and seemed to be far away. She could not understand what they were saying, nor did she care. The familiar feeling of nausea returned as she felt someone leading her into the prison. What crime had she committed to deserve such a punishment? Was this truly happening to her? Had she not finally escaped this cruel fate? Everything was wrong and she could not do anything about it. She was stuck here, destined to suffer for the remainder of her pathetic existence.

Whoever was leading her had a very strong grip, for her attempt at breaking free was foiled quickly. The figure stopped moving for a moment and turned to her. She knew that this blur was speaking to her, but she could not understand any of it. Had something happened to her hearing due to the sinking? Was she not well? The figure continued to speak to her, and she decided to nod in agreement to whatever it was saying. This seemed to please the figure, for it enveloped her into an embrace.

The embrace felt familiar. Did she know the figure? For a moment she let herself believe that it was Jack, but that thought left as quickly as it had come. Jack was dead. Jack was dead and he was never coming back. Jack was dead and he had left her all alone. There would be no wedding in a small chapel. There would be no cottage near a lake. There would be no family. There was nothing. What had she done to deserve such a fate? Was she paying for betraying Cal – dear God, Cal!

His scent was all around her. His arms were holding her. He was there. Oh dear God, how had this happened? How had he found her? This was too much. She had finally escaped from that hell! She had fought for her freedom, only to be thrown back into her prison once again.

She pushed him away and blinked a few times. Her vision was still blurry, but she could see that it was him. She could see his dark brown eyes staring at her curiously. He seemed to be confused. Caledon Hockley was never one to show any sign of weakness, what was going on? She opened her mouth to speak, but found that no sound escaped her lips. She swallowed and tried once more.

"Cal?" her voice was a soft whisper, but she knew he had heard her. He gazed at her for a few moments, the shock of hearing her voice seeping into his senses.

"Rose, it is so wonderful to hear you speak! We were beginning to worry," he said, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. She flinched as if his touch burned her. He frowned, but said nothing. No, he would not say something he'd soon regret. He would say the right things, the things any kind person would say to the ones they loved.

"Cal, what are you doing here? How did you…find me?" her voice was a harsh whisper, but it felt like a blow to the stomach. She was angry. She did not want him. She had not wanted to be found.

Disappointment etched its way onto Cal's handsome features. "Rose, I found you on the Carpathia, don't you remember?" he asked her, his brows creasing with worry. She shook her head slowly, which immediately alarmed him. How could she not remember? Had the shock caused her to forget?

"Rose, we must inform the doctor of this. He will want to know immediately. Let me take you to your room and then I shall send a servant to get him," he took her by the arm, leading her up the long staircase. "Do not fret, Rose. You shall be well again in time. For now you'll just have to allow me to care for you," he said quietly, a small smile appearing on his lips.

Care for her? Had he gone mad? This was ridiculous! Caledon Hockley did not care for anyone but himself. What was he playing at? What did he want to help her? She had betrayed him. She had made a fool out of him. How could he be so kind to her after she had humiliated him? None of this made sense. It was too much. Her head was aching, her body far too weak.

With a painful cry, she slumped against him. He caught her before she could tumble down the staircase, and bent down to place his arms behind her back and under he knees. With a quick motion she was in his hold once more. In her disoriented condition she held onto him tightly, her face nestling into the crook of his neck. She felt safe then, knowing that it was all right. A smile played against her parched lips as she drifted off to sleep.

"Sleep, Rose. No harm shall come to you as long as you are with me," he whispered into her hair. He placed a kiss to her warm foreheadand continued up the flight of stairs.

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