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One Hour Earlier
Thomas Andrews was finishing up a meeting taking place between Captain Smith, Bruce Ismay, and himself, when there was a sudden, abrupt knock at the door.
Thomas answered with a startled expression, not expecting Lucy Daniels at the other end of the door.
"Lucy, how may I help you?"
The maid bit her lip, afraid she'd interrupted something.
"Mr. Andrews, sir, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important, sir"
Smiling, the shipbuilder shook his head. Lucy's heart gave a little flutter.
"I was wondering if I may speak with you, sir; it's about your intended, sir- Miss DeWitter"
Thomas' head snapped up, his expression concerned.
"Rose? Is she ill?"
"No sir, nothing like that- but there was something said, I think, to her about you having a wife and child in Ireland, sir"
Thomas closed his eyes in confusion, shook his head, and then opened his eyes again.
"Excuse me, what?" he chuckled incredulously at the absurdity of the fantasy.
Andrews raised a finger for Lucy to wait a moment before she said anything else.
"Just a moment, dear" the Irishman said, opening the door, peeking his head in, saying his farewells to the two men, and then closing the door again.
"Now… let's head back to Rose's quarters, and I'd like you to start from the beginning…"
Presently
The enraged brown eyes lit like fire as the normally docile, polite gentleman and shipbuilder glared at the heap of flesh on the floor.
The young maid, Rose DeWitter, tried desperately not to move, cry, or even say anything.
As she sat quietly and eyed Thomas glare hatefully at Jack, she grew more and more afraid with each passing moment.
Would Thomas turn on her next in his anger?
Finally, after five minutes of eternity, Jack winced and groaned.
Scowling, Thomas dropped the poker he'd hit Jack with.
"Mr. Dawson" Andrews hissed.
"Yeah?" Jack wheezed.
"Get up. Get up now- before I beat the livin' shit outta ye!" It took all of Thomas' strength and will not to pick up the poker again and continue slamming it down upon the young artist.
Jack struggled to sit up, looked to his left, and saw Rose sitting on the bed crying quietly.
"R-rose" Jack groaned just as Andrews barked "Not!"
"Do Not say her name, let alone think it you shoveled little turd!" Rose looked at Andrews, who avoided her gaze for the moment.
Before he saw to his betrothed he had to first get rid of Dawson.
Andrews considered his earlier vow to drop any man who dare harm Rose into the ocean, but he knew that would be murder, pure and simple.
Andrews knocked on the door which was opened by Spicer Lovejoy. With him stood the Master-at-Arms.
"Gentlemen" Andrews greeted, 'lightly' shoving Jack at them.
"Mr. Dawson has one hell of a headache. See that he stays under guard, if you please"
The Master-at-Arms nodded. "Come along, you" he said, pushing Jack against a wall, cuffing his hands behind Jack's back as Jack groaned
Spicer watched Andrews. The man was still avoiding Rose. It was obvious he was livid seeing as how the man nearly resorted to his native Gaelic tongue instead of English when giving orders about Dawson.
Lucy had told Lovejoy what had happened. Spicer grinned. He'd have someone to target practice with in preparation for his showdown with Caledon Hockley.
Interrupting the man's thoughts, Andrews addressed Lovejoy.
"If you would be so kind as to summon Mrs. DeWitter for me, thank you"
Rose broke down into tears.
Thomas' heart wrenched in pain, but he couldn't comfort his Rose now.
She'd be worse instead of better- so would he.
She needed consoling and comfort; she needed her mother.
Andrews would be in the way, his anger building with each passing second until it was too late. In his anger he would lash out at her.
Rose needed comfort and protection, something Thomas didn't feel he was capable of offering at the moment. He needed some time alone, to think.
"Rose" he murmured.
Rose looked at him, her blue eyes red from crying, fear still in her face, searching his for any sign of hidden anger.
That broke the shipbuilder's heart even more. He was no angrier with Rose than Ruth could ever be!
"I love you my darling" Thomas whispered, as he took her hand lovingly in his, and kissed it.
How he longed to hold his flower at that moment…
"I will see you later on" he murmured, placing a kiss to her forehead.
He wasn't leaving her for good. Rose breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't think it was her fault.
Rose nodded, whimpering that she loved him as well.
As Ruth entered the room, Thomas escaped quickly with his last strands of sanity left.
If he had stayed one more minute, the shipbuilder would have taken his bride-to-be in his arms, and never let go…
Sighing, Thomas walked around with no destination in mind after he and Lovejoy parted ways.
Andrews couldn't help thinking how complicated things seemed now since this morning,
Even after all of this, would Rose still be his?
And that's it for now folks!
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