A/N: Okay, so this is the first chorus of Bring Me to Life and associated with Titanic. Let me tell you, this turned out to be a lot longer than I expected it to be. So, enjoy, review, and check out my other fanfics as well! By the way, the beginning scene is a deleted scene in the movie. It should be fairly easy to find on YouTube, just type in "Rose visits Jack in third class" or something along those lines.
Wake me up inside!
Wake me up inside!
Call my name and save me from the dark!
The next day, as Rose made her way down to steerage to speak with the man who had saved her yesterday, the sun shone upon her and she felt as though that was the first time in years that she had ever felt the sun. She lifted the latch on the gate that separated the third-class deck from the first-class and went through the gate. She knew that there was no turning back now; she had to go and speak with Jack Dawson.
Third class was a much different place than what she was used to. Back up in first class, she blended in. The riches made everyone almost the same, ordinary, and no one was really noticed. Here in third class, everyone was also dressed similarly, but they were clearly individuals. Rose found herself envying those of third-class, when she knew that everyone was casting glances at her. They were surprised to see a woman of such high stature among them. Rose tried to ignore these glances, but she did feel quite awkward among these people. Fortunately, she soon caught sight of the wheat-blond locks that belonged to Jack Dawson. He was with some of his friends and his head was bowed over something in his lap. One of his friends tapped him on the shoulder and pointed her out. He turned and again, Rose felt a thrill of hope going up her spine when his blue eyes met her emerald ones. She smiled in relief that she had found him so quickly and he stood up to meet her.
"Hello, Mr. Dawson," she greeted him. Even though he was a member of third class, she knew that she owed him a degree of respect; after all, he had saved her life last night.
"Hello again." Jack responded, giving her a nod of respect. His voice sent another thrill of hope up Rose's spine.
"May I speak with you?" Rose asked.
"Yeah," he told her, but he didn't move away from his friends.
"In private?" she specified.
"Yes, of course," Jack said, immediately. He grabbed a small portfolio, which must have been what he was looking at when she saw him, and followed her.
For most of the rest of the afternoon, Rose and Jack talked about small, trivial things, such as how pleasant the weather had been for the voyage, and how it looked as though the fine weather would continue until the ship docked in New York. Eventually, the conversation turned to Jack's family.
"Well, I've been on my own since I was fifteen, since my folks died." Jack explained. "And I had no brothers or sisters or closely related kin in that area. So I lit on out of there and I haven't been back since. You could just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind." Rose thought his story fascinating. Such freedom! Jack had freedom that she herself could only dream of. Eventually, though, the conversation turned serious. "Well, Rose, we've walked about a mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the weather's been, but, I reckon that's not why you came to talk to me, is it?"
Rose took a deep breath. Here went nothing. "Mr. Dawson, I-" she began.
"Jack." He insisted.
"Jack, I want to thank you for what you did, not just for pulling me back, but for your discretion." Rose told him. Jack asked if Rose loved Cal, but she shrunk back into the comfort of her regular society. She started to leave, but then Jack seemed to annoy her into staying. Hoping to mock him, she grabbed his portfolio from him, but her plan backfired. His drawings were exquisite!
"You have a gift, Jack. You do," she complimented him. "You see people."
"I see you," he told her.
"And?" Rose asked, somewhat amused.
"You wouldn't have jumped." Jack responded; and there was absolutely no note of teasing in his voice. Rose looked at him, shocked. He was quite honest, and this shocked Rose even further. Cal said that he loved her, but he really acted as though she was just a bauble to be shown to his friends. But in this man, Rose saw nothing but absolute honesty, and she could tell that anyone that he might have loved and might love now need have no worries about his feelings.
Later that evening, Rose asked, "Why can't I be like you Jack? Just . . . head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it?" Jack offered to take her to a pier in Santa Monica, California and teach her how to ride like a man. Rose jokingly added that he should also teach her how to spit like a man, but Jack took her suggestion literally, and began teaching her. At first Rose thought it disgusting, but she eventually managed to spit so that Jack was satisfied. Unfortunately, soon after the lesson began, Rose's mother came up, accompanied by some of her friends.
Rose introduced Jack to the first-class ladies, but she didn't fail to notice that her mother had a look of absolute poison in her eyes as she looked at Jack. The other ladies, particularly Molly Brown, were very kind. Immediately after, however, dinner was announced and Rose and her mother left in order to dress for the meal.
"See you at dinner, Jack," Rose told him as she left. She had a feeling that this dinner was going to be different.
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone!
Save me from the nothing I've become
Rose walked down the stairs by the famous clock of Honor and Glory crowning Time. She kept her eyes out for Jack, even though she had a feeling that he would be easy to spot. She had expected him to wear his regular attire, but she hadn't figured Molly Brown into the equation. Rose finally saw Jack just at the bottom of the Staircase, wearing a very fine dinner suit that Molly had loaned him.
Jack carried himself exactly as a first-class gentleman would. At the table, Ruth attempted to humiliate him in front of the other socialites, but his honest answers impressed everyone there, especially Rose.
"I've got everything I need right here with me," he explained. "I've got air in my lungs, a few blank pieces of paper… I mean I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen or who I'm going to meet and where I'm going to wind up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge, and now, here I am, on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people." Many of those at the table laughed politely at the flattery. But Jack wasn't finished. "I figure life's a gift, and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you to make each day count."
Rose was amazed by his simple logic, and proposed a toast to making it count, which was met enthusiastically by many fellow socialites, excluding her mother. The dinner continued as it normally did, and Jack told the rest of the group how he had saved Rose the previous night, which caused those who hadn't heard to praise his efforts. However, Jack could tell that Mr. Andrews, the designer of the ship, suspected the true story.
As the dinner ended, Molly Brown began telling of a rather amusing event that had recently happened. "Why, Mr. Brown had no idea I'd hidden the money in the stove!" she laughed. "So he comes home drunk as a pig celebrating and he lights a fire!" The entire table exploded with mirth, but Jack could tell that something else was on the mind of the men at the table.
"Next it'll be brandies in the smoking room." Rose whispered to him from across the table. She was right on time, too, for, not sooner had she said that, than Colonel Archibald Gracie stood up and said, "Well, join me in a brandy, gentlemen?"
Rose smiled as the other men agreed. "Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Jack asked to borrow a pen from Molly, and she graciously agreed. He quickly scribbled a note to Rose on a slip of paper. As he stood up, he returned Molly's pen to her.
After politely turning down an invitation to join the other men in the smoking room, he said goodnight to Rose, but, under the pretense of innocently kissing her hand, he slipped her the note. "Make it count. Meet me at the clock."
Rose thought for a moment. Did she want to stay trapped in her society, or did she want to break free by daring to see someone that she knew society would never allow her to see. She decided that she dared. She took a deep breath as she saw him waiting for her by the clock. Slowly, she ascended the steps, and he turned to meet her.
"So, you want to go to a real party?" he asked. He took her down to the main area of third class. Some Irish people had brought instruments and were playing several lively jigs and other Irish dances. Everyone was having a grand time! Some people were going up to a dance area, drawing the attention of nearly everyone who wasn't dancing. When the couple reached the main floor, a little girl came, whom Jack introduced as Cora, came up to him and begged him to dance with her.
"Go on and dance with her." Rose told him. She watched him twirl the eight-year-old around, moving slowly so that she could keep up with him. Rose clapped happily along to the beat of the music. When the first dance ended, Jack leaned down to Cora. "I'm going to dance with her now, all right?" he said, motioning to Rose. The young girl nodded and went over to stand near where Rose was seated.
Rose started to protest when Jack pulled her to the dance floor, but he ignored her. Rose screamed as they began dancing, but soon her screams were of delight. Jack began to see a new side to this girl that had only been hinted at earlier that afternoon: Rose didn't really want to be a member of first-class; she had a beautiful fire in her soul that was being snuffed by her family and the level of society into which she was born. But now, as they danced, Jack could tell that her soul was being set free. But he knew that it was up to her to truly break free from her cage.
A/N: There's the first chorus done! I can't tell which of my fanfics I'll update next. It could be this one, it could be my Chronicles of Narnia one, or it might be my Kingdom Hearts one. Anywhoo, review, and then check my others out! Let me tell you, my Kingdom Hearts fanfic is in need of reviews!