A/N: Hope you like this one. Not a lot of action, but a lot of perspective.

Disclaimer: My name is not James Cameron. I don't own Titanic.

Ruth Dewitt Bukater fiddled with her napkin. It had been half an hour since Cal had gone to look for Rose. Her whole future depended whether or not Cal found her. Her entire lifestyle, her family's name, her place in society and her daughter's existence all was up to Cal. That was a lot of trust to place in one man's hands, but she knew Cal would stop at nothing to find her. Even though he didn't show it often, Ruth was positive Cal loved her daughter. It was Rose who wasn't in adoration.

Ruth had always known Rose wasn't very fond of Cal, but still forced him on her, saying it was best for their family, it was best for her. Ruth had tried to convince Rose of the idea that she did love Cal, that she almost started to believe that Rose really was in love with Cal. Almost.

Then Jack Dawson saved Rose from a sudden death on the Titanic, and everything changed. Rose was acting out, running off with Jack, going to parties below decks, running around the ship with him, and worst of all, posing naked for him to draw her.

But when Rose showed everyone that this more than a rebellious act of independence, or hatred towards her world of wealth and lies was when she left her opportunity to get on a lifeboat to go save Jack from the room he was being held captive in. Rose showed Ruth, Cal and everyone else what it really meant to be in love.

That was last time she saw her daughter. All night, she lay in the boat, wondering where she was, what was happening to her. Was she on a boat? Was she at the bottom of the Atlantic? She couldn't sleep, she couldn't think, not about anything except Rose.

At that moment, Cal came through the doors of the first class dining room, Rose on his arm. Ruth noticed her daughter's loneliness, a quality hidden in her eyes. Ruth stood up, walked over to her daughter, and hugged her.

"Oh, Rose." Ruth stroked her daughter's hair. "I was so afraid that I lost you!"

Rose gulped, and managed to spit out; "I'm here."

Cal watched the mother-daughter reunion with bliss. In his head, he was planning. Now that he knew what Rose was capable, he knew he could never let her out of his sight again. He would make sure he was absolutely positive of her whereabouts at all times. He never wanted to have to go through a 'Jack Dawson' experience again. Cal grinned. But from now on, he thought, someone will always be looking. That was just the start of it. Rose would never slip away from him again. He wouldn't give her the chance to.

Rose pulled away from her mother's stiff grasp, knowing that this was the only love she would be feeling for the rest her life. The love of something that was gone, buried at the bottom of the Atlantic. Jack Dawson was gone, and he took her heart with him.

Caledon Hockley led his fiancé down the gangway, clutching onto her hand as if she were going to fall down at any second. Rose's blank stare faced the New York City skyline. For some, seeing this was a sign of hope, a sign of a better future. But to Rose, it was greeting her back into a life of despair, loneliness and misery.

flashback

"When the ship docks," Rose smiled "I'm getting off with you."

"What?" Jack said, but Rose saw the shimmer in his eyes, and she knew that he was ecstatic.

"I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it." She kissed him again, praying, wishing, hoping that life could always be this perfect.

end flashback

Titanic had changed things, that was definite. She looked around at all the people surrounding her. Their lives had been changed drastically, loosing a loved one or everything they owned. But Rose felt like she hadn't changed at all. She was right back where she started, engaged to Cal, with no way out, no one to save her. Rose was supposed to be getting off Titanic with Jack, Not getting off the Carpathia with Cal.

Cal spotted the car that was going to transport them to the train station, from where they would take a train back to Philadelphia. As soon as they were seated in the car, he saw Rose. Not just a glance, but really saw her. There was something different about her. Her spirit, her fire was gone. It was if her spirit had gone down with Jack Dawson and the Titanic.

He didn't understand. What did Jack Dawson have that he didn't have? He had money, Jack did not. He had status, and a place in society, Jack did not. Cal could save her family's name, Jack could not. He had love for Rose. That was something Jack also had. Was there a way for Cal to show Rose that he loved her just as much as Jack did, and he could be there for her?

As soon as they had settled into the train, Rose fell fast asleep against the window. Cal smoothed her hair, and watched her sleep. She was so beautiful, so graceful, even when she was sleeping. Cal knew Rose was perfect, that was why he was in love with her. But, what, Cal thought, could make her love him?

He knew Rose couldn't be bought. He had showered her with gifts that any other women would of died for. But not Rose. She was different. She needed something more. She needed adventure, she needed enjoyment. But, most of all, she needed affection. Cal cared about appearance, status, and money. He never needed affection or adventure, and it never occurred to him that Rose might need those things.

That was when he promised himself that he would show Rose what he could be. He could be affectionate and adventurous. He could take care of her like Dawson never could. And he would make sure Rose knew it.

A/N: I think this works with Cal, loving but controlling. Tell me what you think. Press the pretty purple button