Jack walked along the side of the Brooklyn bridge, taking in the salty scent of the water below. It was relatively late at night, and only a few cars were on the road. He tucked his hands into his pockets and let the air whip through his hair. It was a successful day at the art festival, and he was able to rank in close to one hundred dollars. He still found it hard to believe that people actually liked his work, sometimes. He leaned his elbows against the side of the bridge and looked down. His stomach turned just by the site of the long fall down, and he decided to turn his attention towards the night sky instead.

He was zoned out, alone in his thoughts when he heard strong, frantic footsteps coming toward him. He turned to his right and saw a girl running quickly towards him, and she flew right by him without even realizing he was there. She ran so fast that he didn't get a good look at her face; but that hair. That hair was unmistakable. He watched as she stopped in the middle of the bridge and reach her shaky hands out to the rail. He took a couple steps in her direction, but froze when he saw that she was climbing over the railing. Holy shit, he thought. She's gonna jump!

He walked quickly but cautiously over to her, approaching her from the back. He didn't want to startle her and make her loose her balance. Finally, he got close enough to her.

"Don't do it," he said, his voice soft yet urgent.

She whipped her head around and locked eyes with him. His heart stopped. Just as he had suspected, this was the same girl that he saw earlier. The same girl with the captivating beauty, but sad eyes. Her red curls were blowing in the wind and she had mascara running down her face. He noticed that she was shivering under the chilly night air, and that she wasn't even wearing a coat.

"Stay back. Don't come any closer," she said, a tear falling from her face. "I mean it. I'll let go," she threatened as she turned back towards the water. He took a couple more cautious steps toward her.

"No you won't," he said. She turned her head to look at him with an annoyed expression.

"What do you mean, no I won't?" She demanded. "Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do; you don't know me!" Woah, he thought. There's some anger in this one.

"Well, you would've done it already," he said, challenging her right back.

"Ugh, you're distracting me, go away," she said.

"I can't," he said simply. "I'm too involved now. You jump and I'm gonna have to jump in there after you."

"Don't be stupid. You'll be killed."

"I'm a good swimmer."

"The fall alone would kill you."

"It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. To tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold." He watched as she leaned forward and looked down at the water below her. Her saw her body shiver, and he knew it wasn't from the cold air.

"How cold?"

"Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever been to Wisconsin?" She looked at him confused, and looked over his appearance and body language. He certainly looked like someone who would be from Wisconsin. Laid back and easy going. He definitely didn't look like someone from the city.

"What?"

"When I was a kid, my father used to take me ice fishing out at Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is, you know, when-"

"I know what ice fishing is, idiot! Ugh!" He put his hands up in defeat but couldn't help but crack a smile at her fire.

"Sorry. You just, seem like kind of an indoor girl," he said, taking in her expensive looking clothes. He knew when he saw her yesterday that she had money. "But anyway, I fell through some thin ice. And I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there-it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think. At least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you," he said as he took off his coat and threw on the ground. A car whizzed by quickly and blasted them with a gush of air. "Which is why I'm hoping you'll come over the rail and get me off the hook here," he said as he leaned forward. The wind brought her scent to him, and she smelled like roses.

"You're crazy," she said as she turned back towards the water.

"Well, that's what everybody says. But with all due respect, miss, I'm not the one hanging off of the fuckin' Brooklyn Bridge." He reached his hand out to her, carefully, making sure not to startle her. "Come on, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.

She looked down at his hand and felt the heat radiating from it. She felt a comfortable warmth coming from him without even touching him or even being that close to him. She realized that, no, she didn't really want to do this, and she reached for his hand. He gripped her small, delicate hand tightly and slowly brought her around to face him. Their eyes locked, and they stared at each other, speechless, for a couple of moments.

It is him, she thought to herself. My God, those eyes.

He gave her a relieved smile and took both of her hands in his.

"I'm Jack Dawson."

"Rose Dewitt Bukater," she said after finding what little breath she had.

Rose. Not only does she smell like roses and her hair is the color of a fully bloomed rose, but its also her name. This girl is…amazing. But holy shit, what a moniker. Now I know she's from an important family.

"Uh, I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down," he said, making her laugh. He marveled at her beautiful smile and gently put his hands on her curved hips as she put her hands on his broad shoulders. "Come on, I'll help you over," he said. She put all her trust in him as he brought her over the rail until she landed safely on the other side.

"There," he said as he took a step away from her, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. She looked down and nervously tucked a curl behind her ear.

"Thanks," she said shyly. He was about to open his mouth to speak again, but a car came by them and came to a screeching halt, causing them to jump backwards. It was an expensive car, a BMW from what Jack could see, and a man stepped out of the drivers seat with a worried expression on his face.

"Rose what the hell are you doing out here? We've been looking for you forever!"

Jack turned his gaze to Rose, wondering who this man is and how they were acquainted. He saw her roll her eyes at him before responding.

"I'm fine, Cal, can't I just be alone without either of you worrying about what I'm doing?"

"You don't appear to be very alone," Cal said as he eyes landed on Jack. "Who are you?" He demanded.

"Uh-"

"I just passed him by as I was walking along the bridge and he's been helping me with my grief," she said. "I'm having a very difficult time with all of this, if you can imagine."

Cal's expression didn't change at all at the mention of her deceased father. "Just get in the car," he said sternly. "I need to take you home before your mother screams my ear off."

Rose gave Jack an apologetic look, and mouthed thank you before getting into the car. And just as quickly as she had stepped into Jack's life, she stepped out.

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p.s. look at this video I found! Perfect for those of us who can't accept that Jack died. Take a look, its really cool: .com/watch?v=Y2B8g5z2s_s

I'm referring to the first minute of the video. I'm really not a fan of titanic/revolutionary road mash ups.