A/N: Well, here's verse two. I introduced a friend of mine to this band earlier to day. Success! She loved it! You guys know the drill: R&R! Until next time, my readers!

Now that I know what I'm without,

You can't just leave me!

The morning after the party in third class did not go well for Rose. Cal was furious that she had snuck down to be with Mr. Dawson; so angry, in fact that he flipped a table on her! Needless to say, he also forbade her from seeing Jack again.

"I will not be made out a fool, Rose," he told her.

Her mother also gave her the same command as Cal. While Ruth was tightening the laces on Rose's corset, Rose felt that her mother was also tightening her cage. She had felt so free last night while dancing with Jack! Was that small taste of freedom the only taste she could ever have?

After the worship service, held in the dining hall, Rose, Ruth, and Cal toured the ship along with Mr. Andrews. Rose found that her mind was wandering to moments from the past day; moments that had been spent with Jack. She shook herself out of her fantasies and decided to pay attention to what Mr. Andrews was saying to keep her mind from going back to Jack. She heard him mention the capacity of the lifeboats, but it didn't seem like there would be enough for all the passengers aboard. She mentioned this to the designer and he confirmed what she had mentioned.

"About half, actually," he informed her. He went on to mention that he had wanted to put in even more lifeboats, but was overruled, due to many of the others on the building staff who thought that the extra lifeboats would be a waste of deck space. Cal commented that the lifeboats that were already there were a waste of deck space because the ship was unsinkable.

As the group moved on, someone tapped Rose on the shoulder. Jack had snuck up to the first class deck and had been waiting for her. He motioned that he wanted to speak with her and pulled her gently into the gymnasium, but Rose tried to brush him off.

"I'm engaged." She insisted, desperately trying to live up to the wishes of her society. "I'm marrying Cal. I love Cal." But she could tell that Jack wasn't fooled.

"They've got you trapped, Rose." He sounded as desperate as she did, but he was desperate for a different reason entirely. "And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away, because you're strong, but sooner or later, that fire that I love about you Rose . . ." he gently reached up and stroked her cheek. "That fire is going to burn out."

Rose waited a moment before speaking. She wanted to say it, but she didn't dare. She really and truly loved him, but she knew her mother would be furious. Not to mention, she didn't want to have to face Cal's wrath again. "It's not up to you to save me, Jack." She told him.

He sighed. "You're right." He agreed, sadly. "Only you can do that." He knew that he had only showed her the freedom that she could have, but it was ultimately up to her to cut the ties that she had to her society.

"I'm going back." Rose declared, reaching up and taking his hand away. She sounded as though she was about to cry. "Leave me alone." Jack made no motion to stop her as she moved away from him, left the gymnasium, and went back to her mother and Cal.

Breathe into me and make me real!

Bring me to life!

At tea that afternoon, Ruth gossiped with Lady Lucille Duff-Gordon about what she thought were mishaps in the wedding preparations. She hated how her mother thought that Rose had picked lavender for the bridesmaids' gowns; lavender looked pretty on her. She despised how Ruth thought that Rose shouldn't wear lavender just because it didn't look pretty on Ruth. Rose distracted herself by watching a young girl, younger even than Cora. The little girl was behaving exactly as a grown woman would, and it saddened Rose. She had been around that girl's age when her mother had started teaching her how to behave grown-up as well. She realized now exactly what Jack had offered her last night and earlier that morning: true freedom. And she, hoping to keep with her society, had shunned him. Rose decided then and there that she didn't care what society thought. She excused herself from tea under the pretense that she didn't feel well. But, instead of returning to her cabin, she went over the ship, looking for Jack.

On the very bow of the ship, Jack stared sadly over the water. Rose was such a mystery to him! Last night, she had been happy and eager to enjoy this freedom of third class. But, when he had spoken to her earlier, she had turned him away. What had her family done to her? Had they –

"Hello, Jack."

He whirled around, hardly daring to believe, even though he recognized the melodious voice, the only one that could make his name sound like music. There, in all her radiant beauty, stood Rose. Her long, silky red hair blew back in the breeze coming from the movement of the ship and she seemed to glow in the light of the sunset. But still, he feared that she would leave him again. But her next words quickly took away that fear.

She shrugged and simply said, "I changed my mind."

The grin that had come when he first saw her now widened. She crossed the distance that separated him and began to explain how she had found him, but he gently silenced her.

"Give me your hand," he said, holding his own out. She placed her hand in his and he instructed her to close her eyes. As soon as he made sure her eyes were closed, he gently went about positioning her so that she was standing on the very railing of the ship. The last thing he did was to spread her arms out like wings.

"All right." He whispered, placing his hands on her waist. "Open your eyes."

Rose did so and gasped in astonishment. The wind blew through her hair, her arms were spread out, and there was nothing that she could see ahead of her except the open ocean and the orange sunset. At the speeds that Titanic was traveling at, it felt like –

"I'm flying!" she exclaimed, delightedly. "Jack!"

Jack intertwined his fingers with hers, happy that she had decided to break free after all. "Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up she goes! Up she goes," he sang in her ear, and she laughed, recognizing the familiar song that everyone had heard last year. They flew together for a while longer, but soon, Jack brought her arms down, and as he did so, she turned. There was a new light in her eyes; a light similar to the spark that had been there the night before as they danced, only now, the light was so much brighter.

Jack hesitated for a moment, and then he leaned down towards her. Rose, too seemed unsure, but she reached her head up and their lips met. Rose moved her hand around and locked her fingers in Jack's hair. She felt his arms tighten around her waist and they both gave in to the passion that had been nagging at them ever since they began to fly together and they opened themselves to the truth. After only three days, they were already soulmates.

Rose knew exactly who she wanted to be: from now on, she would always be Jack's Rose.

A/N: Wow. I'm surprised at how quickly I'm writing this! At this rate, I'll be done with the songfic in about a week, maybe two, tops. Of course, that's only if school cuts back on the homework, which is not likely, since I'm a junior in high school, and that's when colleges really start looking at the grades. While the prospect of laying this project to rest saddens me, I am relieved that I'll have one thing off of my shoulders. See you later!