Wow, I am so excited; I got 23 reviews for the first two chapters! I am so glad I am getting a lot of positive support, and I will try to keep the updates as regular as possible.

I'm surprised a lot more of you reviewers either didn't catch the character slip-in's or didn't note them!

I'll list them here:

Jack: Gar Logan- Beast Boy (obviously)

Rose: Rachelle Roth- Raven (also obviously)

Cal: Mal Hockley- Malchior

Ruth: Angelina Roth- Angela

Mr. Andrews: Richard Grayson- Robin

Fabrizio: Vic Stone- Cyborg

Bruce Ismay: Bruce Wayne- Batman

Molly Brown: Kora Andrews- Starfire

Tommy Ryan: Wallace West- Kid Flash

Did anybody catch the other character I slipped in last chapter? Kudos for you if you did!

Also, thanks for the replies to the poll! Your opinions really matter to me, and looking at what all you guys chose, you want them to live. But, every good fic needs a plot twist, eh?

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TEEN TITANS OR TITANIC.

Rachelle walked down the first class corridor, perfectly composed. Her back was pin straight, head forward and her steps even. Her breath shook as she opened the door to her suite. She felt her eyes prickle as she sat down to brush her hair. She thought to that morning; the gorgeous man that was staring at her from the third class deck, and Mal. She growled aloud slightly just thinking about him. With an angry grunt she ripped the pearl necklace off her throat, scattering remnants of the necklace everywhere.

She began tearing at her dress and hair, and then knocking everything off of her vanity. Her jewelry box went flying and her hairbrush cracked the vanity mirror. Then she began running.

Rachelle ran all the way down the B deck, clawing at her tear-stained cheeks, out of control.

Gar sucked in another puff of his cigarette as he relaxed on the bench, looking at the stars. He was thinking of the beautiful woman, Rachelle, he saw today and how his next sketch would be of her. After all, he was destined to never see her again. He sighed, and then tensed as he heard the clacking of heels on the floor.

He reached around the back of the bench to pull his upper body into a sitting position. It was Rachelle. Her breathing was shaky and her cheeks were red and blotchy from tears. She ran without seeing Gar and slid straight into the stern flagpole, staring out at the ocean. Gar narrowed his eyes in confusion and continued to watch her.

She lifted up one side of her dress as she began to climb the railing. She put one foot above the other, as if she was climbing a ladder, and slowly made her way to the opposite side of the railing. Before she knew it, her back was facing the water, a 60 foot drop ahead of her. Her breath hitched as she looked down at the spinning propellers. She felt dizzy when she thought about the height, she had always been afraid of heights. Her arms straightened out as she took a better look at the name 'TITANIC' spelled out under her feet.

Rachelle was about to step off of the railing when she heard a faint, "Don't do it."

She stiffened, and whipped her head around. Rachelle recognized him as the man staring at her earlier that day.

"Don't come any closer," she whispered, grasping the railings tight, "Stay back."

Gar took notice of the tear tracks left on her face, and felt sorry for her. But, a people-person, he knew what to do in situations like this.

He smiled slightly at her, "Take my hand. I'll pull you back in." He beckoned with his hand.

Rachelle shook her head slightly and muttered, "No. Stay where you are. I'll let go. I mean it."

Gar shook his head as well, "No you won't."

Rachelle's countenance turned from scared to angry, "What do you mean 'I wont?' You don't know me!"

Gar shrugged, "You would've done it already. Come on, now. Take my hand."

Rachelle glanced at his hand in confusion. She wiped her tear-filled eyes with the back of her hand, and her balance faltered. That was all the convincing she needed, but she wouldn't let this man help her. She was a woman; she could help herself.

Rachelle gave him her practiced glare and said, "Go away. You're distracting me."

Gar slightly smiled again, "I can't, I'm involved now. If you let go I'll have to jump in after you."

Rachelle scrunched up her nose, "Don't be absurd. You'll be killed!"

He shrugged, for the millionth time that night, it seemed, "I'm a good swimmer." He leaned down to start untying his shoes,seemingly serious about the dangerous stunt.

Rachelle tried to convince him, "The fall alone would kill you."

"It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. But, to be perfectly honest, I'd be more concerned about the water being so cold," Gar warned.

Rachelle looked down hesitantly and winced, "How cold?"

Gar raised his eyebrows, "Ever been to Wisonsin?"

"No!" Rachelle snapped.

Gar chuckled almost silently, "Well, they have some of the most dangerous waters in the world, and I grew up there. Anyway, when I was 15 my parents and me went canoeing in a stream behind our house. The boat capsized. The water was so cold; we were swimming for ages. I held on to the boat and eventually got on shore and made it back home. My parents...didn't make it. I've been terrified of water since. Water that cold hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think. At least not about anything but the pain."

Rachelle winced and said sincerely, "I'm sorry." She bent her head down and looked down at the freezing water.

Gar continued, "That's why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you," he took off his other shoe, "But like I said, I don't have a choice. I'm kinda hoping that you'll come back over here and get me off the hook here."

He lightly grinned at her, and Rachelle noticed that he had very sharp canines. She shook her head.

"You're crazy!"

Gar laughed, "That's what everybody says," and then he added, "But with all due respect miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of the Titanic." Gar sidled up a little bit closer to Rachelle, attempting to get her to come with him.

He looked at her sweetly, "Come on..you don't want to do this. Take my hand; everything will be alright."

The look on his face was all Rachelle needed, "Alright."

Rachelle shakily picked up her right hand and wrapped it around her body until she met Gar's hand.

He smiled at her, "Hi, I'm Garfield Logan."

Her voice shook, "Nice to meet you Mr. Logan."

Gar smiled again, "Please, call me Gar."

Rachelle smiled uncertainly and began climbing over the rail. She was terribly frightened of the height difference, and the freezing water Gar wasted no time in explaining to her. She bit her lip and fastened her heels onto the steel plating.

She took a deep breath and put one foot onto the railing. Both of her hands were in use, so she could not help tripping on her ripped gown. Rachelle let out an ear-splitting scream as she toppled down, only being held up by Gar's strong hand. The pull dragged him all the way over to the railing, and his body was leaning against it heavily. Gar reached down with his other hand to help pull Rachelle back up on deck.

"It's okay! I've got you! I won't let go," yelled Gar.

Rachelle shuddered, barely grabbing the edge of the rail.

"HELP! HELP!" she screamed.

Rachelle tried to kick her way up to the deck, but the slippery hull did not offer any support. Gar braced himself and grimaced as he pulled Rachelle's entire weight up to the deck. With the combined weight, both Gar and Rachelle tumbled to the deck, Gar on top of Rachelle. Her ripped dress was torn up to her knee, exposing her pantyhose. Gar was panting and laying on top of her while Rachelle was sobbing quietly.

One of the crewmembers heard Rachelle's frantic screams and ran to the scene. He gasped, looking at the "rape" scene in front of him. He blew on his whistle and called other men to the deck. Gar was going to be arrested.

"Hey you! Stand back! Don't move an inch!" one of the crewmembers yelled to Gar.

Gar stood up calmly, ready to face his verdict.

An officer cuffed Gar as he was pushed forward by the master at arms. Mal stood in front of him, in a blind rage.

"What made you think you could put your hands on my fiancee? Look at me, filth! What on Earth did you think you were doing!" hissed Mal.

Rachelle sniffled, "Mal stop, it was an accident."

Mal looked confused, "An accident?"

"Yes. It was..stupid, really. I was leaning over a-and I slipped!" Rachelle stammered. She looked over at Gar and made eye contact with him, silently urging him to agree.

Rachelle continued, "I was leaning over to see the ah..propellers! And I slipped and I would have gone overboard...and Mr. Logan here would have gone overboard. He almost went over himself."

Mal didn't look convinced, "You wanted to see the propellers?"

One of the officers shook his head and scoffed, "Women and machinery do not mix."

"Was that the way of it?" asked the master at arms of Gar.

Gar sighed, "Yup. That was pretty much it." He made eye contact with Rachelle, forming a sort of trust that only they knew about.

The officer beamed, "Well! The boy's a hero then! Good for you son, well done. Back to our brandy now then, eh?"

Mal frowned, but agreed, "Let's get you in, you must be freezing." He whispered this to Rachelle and rubbed her arms. He started to guide her back inside, without paying a second thought to Gar.

The officer scoffed, "Perhaps..something for the boy?"

Mal rolled his eyes, "Oh right. Mr. Slade, a twenty should do it." He turned beginning to go inside again.

"Is that the going rate for the woman you love?" muttered Rachelle with a glare.

Mal sneered, "Rachelle is displeased. Hmm...what to do?"

Mal about-faced and stared Gar down, raising his eyebrows at his wrinkled steering clothes and ill-mannered attitude.

He snapped his fingers, "I know! Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow?" Mal knew it would be the most entertaining way to embarass Gar, in front of all the important people.

Gar was unfased. Looking at Rachelle he said, "Sure, count me in."

"Well, it's settled then," muttered Mal, taking Rachelle by the shoulders and beginning to lead her to the first class deck.

The last thing Gar heard was an almost silent, "Well, this should be amusing."

A/N: Ah another chapter! I am so excited to hear what everyone thinks! I thought that this was an appropriate way to end this chapter, hopefully it makes sense and is not too much like the movie. I tried to twist it a little bit to fit the characters, obviously.

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