Please dont hate me for killing Fabri! Im sorry! Please continue to read... and review thanks!
"Could we please speak to you for a moment?" Asked a very official looking person, Rose and Jack looked up, it was a few hours after Fabris death, and Jack was still very upset.
"I'm sorry, could we please talk to you later, whatever it is i'm sure it can wait, something terrible just happened" Rose said, while Jack sat in silence.
"That's what we need to talk about ma'am" He said, this time speaking a little softly "A man was shot on board this ship, we need to sort it out"
"No you need to sort him out!" Jack said harshly, speaking for the first time since he had left Fabrizio's cold, lifeless body.
"Who may this be?" The man asked.
"Her ex fiancée, Caledon Hockley" He said, the name tasting bitter in his mouth "It was him, I know it"
"Did you see this sir?" He asked, taking out a small notebook.
"No, but I know it was him" Jack said, quietly but bitterly.
"I saw" Rose said, standing up "It was him, I saw him with the gun at the time, just above us, right afterwards he ran"
"Can we take a statement?" He asked.
"Of course" Rose said, hopefully this would get him off her case for good.
"Are you coming sir?" The man asked Jack, who had remained sitting.
"Can I stay here? If that's ok with you Rose?" He said, looking towards her.
"Yes of course" She said kindly, she knew he needed to be alone know.
"Don't worry" Jack said almost his light hearted self, he had seen the scared look in her eyes that told him she was worried if Cal had been aiming for Jack, which he was, that he wouldn't give up this easily "I don't plan to get shot anytime soon"
Rose smiled at Jack and gave him a small wave before heading of with the man.
"Please tell us who you believe shot this man miss" A second man said as she arrived.
"His name is Caledon Hockley" She said "He was my ex fiancée"
"Now wait a minute…" The man said, as if he were piecing something together. "Caledon Hockley's fiancée was Rose DeWitt Butaker, you however are called Rose Dawson"
"That is correct" Rose said simply "DeWitt Butaker is my old name, I am no longer that person, so I no longer use the name"
"Ok" he said, a little confused "So the man you are with, he is Dawson?"
"Yes, Jack Dawson" She said, smiling just with the feeling of his name rolling out of her mouth.
"So why" The man said "Would Caledon Hockley, who we know to be a very law abiding man, shoot this Fabrizio as you called him?"
"He wasn't trying to shoot Fabrizio" She said, her blood boiled at Cal being called a "Law abiding man" He had never been such a person, Rose had seen the dodgy deals, and as for possessing a gun, and then shooting an innocent man. "He was aiming for Jack, but Fabrizio dived in front, saving his life" Rose said, speaking the last three words softly, with the honour the deserved.
"And why" The man said "Would he want to shoot Jack?"
"Because" Rose said, she was becoming infuriated with these stupid men, these where meant to be detectvies? Wasn't the reason a bit obvious? "I have left Cal for Jack, Cal doesn't like this, so he wanted to… eliminate the competition" Rose said, trying to put it as simply as possible.
"Ok, you may leave" The man said. "We shall investigate"
"Thank you" Rose said, she left the room muttering to herself in a manor she was proud to say her mother would not have been proud of. She knew full well that Cal would simply bribe the men as he had done many times before. Her eyes watered at the thought of Fabrizio's death going unpunished.
She got back onto the deck and saw Jack leaning against the railings, looking out to sea.
Jack was staring out into the cold Atlantic Ocean thinking about the last few hours. Fabrizio had given his life for Jacks. Jack felt guilt with every breath he took, because all the time he was here, speaking, breathing, living, it would be because Fabrizio was not. He felt weak and helpless, he willed with every particle in his body for that scum Cal to get what he deserved, but Jack wasn't an idiot, he knew the way the world worked, Cal would simply get off because it was the word of a third class passenger against a first class passenger. Even if someone took a chance to believe him and Rose, Cal would simply pay them off to support him. When Jack had met Rose he felt the same social class barriers, but love had broken them. Jack was happy to be alive for Rose, but angry with himself for living when his best friend had died.
Just then he felt footsteps coming behind him, he turned around to see Rose approaching him.
"Hey" She said softly, putting a hand on his arm.
"Hey" he said, turning back to look out at the sea. "How did it go"
"I told them what happened" She said "But I don't think anything will happen"
"Because that's just the way the world works isn't it?" He said bitterly "Rich first class man will be believed against poor third class gutter rats"
"You aren't a gutter rat Jack" She said, tears pricking in her eyes that he was talking about himself like this "You are one of the most gifted, amazing, talented people I have ever met"
"I used to be" he said sadly "I'm not any of those anymore, not without my arm"
"You are to me Jack" She said softly, with heartfelt truth "And you always will be"
They stood in silence for a while looking out at the vast, freezing waters that had claimed so many lives just a few days ago.
"I'm sorry" Rose finally said breaking the silence.
"What for?" Jack asked.
"Everything" She said "Its my fault, if I hadn't left Cal, he wouldn't have tried to kill you, and he wouldn't have hit the wrong man, Fabrizio wouldn't be dead" She said sadly "Its all my fault"
"Rose" Jack said turning round, he automatically tried to reach his hands to her beautiful face but know only one could move "Its not your fault and it never will be, you know that Rose"
"Thanks" She said softly, as if he had forgiven her, even though he had never blamed her.
They both stared out into the ocean, each bathing in different thoughts. The ship steamed onwards, on the voyage that Titanic sadly never completed. Rose and Jack stood on the deck, and despite the extreme sadness of losing a dear friend, they where both strangely at peace.