Cal walked in the house and into the bedroom, that was his and saw Cecily had already began taking what little clothing she had and was putting them in a drawer. Cal leaned up against the door of the room and stared at her.

Cal: Well I see you've already made yourself at home, here. (laughs)

Cecily looked up at him and smiled, but had the look of a deer in headlights, look. She laughed.

Cecily: Oh, I just took whatever room was available. I didn't know if this was yours or not, or how you felt about sleeping in separate quarters or in the same room so—(Cal cuts in)

Cal: (walks over to her and stands behind her and wraps his arms around her and kisses her on the neck and smiles) Its fine, sweet pea, this is my room. I hope you're not as daft as Rose was, about us not sleeping in the same bed, because I do assure you, I have needs-wants. (laughs)

Cecily smiles and turns around to face him, putting her arms around his neck.

Cecily: Oh I have no problems, what so ever, Mr. Hockley, feel free to rest ALL your needs and wants on me.

Cal laughs and Cecily kisses him passionately.

Jack and Rose were getting settled in their new home—they had of course no clothes or anything to get settled with, but they were lucky enough that the home was already furnished, so they only needed clothes. Rose was sitting in the living, lying on the floor, resting from the days' ordeal that she suffered through on the Titanic and Carpathia, Jack walked in and smiled as he sat in a big, green comfy recliner chair.

Jack: I think Cal likes us, Rose.

Rose looked up at Jack and scoffed and smiled.

Rose: You're delusional if you think Cal likes you—or me. He only likes those with money and even those ones, he doesn't care about. Cal only cares about Cal.

Jack: (laughs) Yeah, you think that but I—I have my different beliefs. If he didn't like us, he wouldn't have helped us get this house. This is the second time he's helped us. First he gave us a ride and then he helped us get this house. I think he maybe starting to show some humility towards us.

Rose: (laughs and gets up and sits on Jack's lap and gently strokes the side of his face) Sweetheart, I KNOW Caledon Hockley. He did all those things because he's up to something. Cal never does anything from his heart.

Jack: Rose, sometimes, I can see the inside of a person. (smiles at her) Like I saw the inside of you, remember? Cal—there's a soft side inside him, but you have to keep—pushing him to bring it out of him. I think we could become friends.

Rose: (raises her eyebrows in surprise) You WANT to be friends with him? Jack, why?

Jack: Because, to be honest, I find him—entertaining, even funny, and he—(laughs a bit) he reminds me of my friend I had once—Billy was his name, Billy would always act so uppity and snobbish, but deep down, once I kept forcing another side out of him, he had this whole other personality that no one even knew about—even he didn't know he had it, that personality was always there but someone just had to keep forcing it to come out and it did—I did. That's how Cal is.

Rose smiled and kissed Jack.

Rose: I love you Jack, your heart is so good. Its amazing.

Jack kissed her on the forehead and smiled briefly.

Jack: I love you too, Rose, always.

Theme Song: Titanic orchestra ~ "Songe d'Automne"

Cal and Cecily were enjoying a day—their third day off of Carpathia and in New York, living at Manor Lane. Cal had came home from being out doing business, here and there. Cal didn't have to work because he was rich, but this evening, he was a pretty foul mood. He walked in the home and slammed the door. Cecily had planned a nice candle-light dinner Cecily came walking up to him, smiling. She wrapped her arms around him.

Cecily: I made dinner, Cal—what I remember you saying was your favorite—baby peas, lamb—rare done, macaroni and lima beans.

Cal pushed her away angrily and rolled his eyes.

Cal: Not NOW Cecily!

Cecily's smile faded.

Cecily: What's wrong, Cal?

Cal: (he narrowed his eyes and donned his signature "angry-violent 'Cal' look") What's wrong? What's wrong is that, I have twenty-four hours to come up with a business plan for one of my father's steel tycoon business and I have NO idea in my head at ALL!

Cecily laughed.

Cecily: Oh Caledon, calm down or you'll give yourself a nose bleed.

Cal looked at her with a frown and he could feel his anger, his rage overflowing. He scoffed and shook his head and then slapped her violently, knocking her down to the floor. Cal kneeled down and pulled her up by her hair and pulled her to him, violently.

Cal: (whisper) You will NEVER say anything as vile like that to me again, do you understand?

Cecily sighed with anger, Rose had told her that Cal had done this same very thing to her—hit her, abuse her. Oh no, Cecily was not going to be another, Rose. Cecily spun around and grabbed Cal's wrist of his arm and twisted it around his back. Cal yelled out in pain. She began to twist his wrist as hard as she could behind his back, holding his arm behind his back as she stood behind him.

Cecily: YOU will not hit me again, do you understand? I am NOT Rose, I will personally fight you back, Caledon, do I make myself clear?

Cal: (in between pain) Wh—what!

Cecily tightened the grip on his wrist of his arm, making him yell out in pain even more.

Cecily: You WON'T hit me again, Cal—CLEAR!

Cal gasped slightly in pain as he felt her tightened the twisting of his wrist even more. He nodded quickly with a look of extreme pain.

Cal: Yes—yes, ok! Alright!

Cecily released his wrist and he walked over to the sofa in the room, holding his wrist and arm in pain. He looked up at her with a confused, painful look. It was the same look Rose would express, each time HE hit her.

Cecily went and sat down beside him and looked guilty.

Cecily: I—I'm sorry about the joke, it WAS insensitive and I didn't mean it. I was just trying to cheer your mood, but you aren't allowed to hit me—EVER again, Cal.

Cal nodded slowly as he felt light tears fill his eyes, the tears surprised him—some woman was making HIM tear up? What the fuck was going on with that? He was starting to act like—well like how Rose acted after he would hit her. Cal laughed bitterly and briefly.

Cal: (low voice) Who taught you how to fight like that? How to—defend yourself?

Cecily: My father, when I was little.

Cal nodded and as quick as he could, but so she wouldn't see, he wiped his tears away.

Cecily: I know ALL about making business plans, for anything. My uncle was a rich man but he disowned my mother after she married some china man after papa died and we never saw him again, but when we did know him, he taught me everything—including business. (looks at him) I'll help you, Cal.

Cal looked up at her and blinked heavily.

Cal: I'm sorry for hitting you, but (laughs) you have a fire to you, I see. I thought you'd kick my ass around this living room.

Cecily and Cal laughed.

Cecily: I love you, Cal but don't ever make the mistake of putting your hands on me—I'm not Rose, with trying to fight me, you've finally met your match.

Cecily smiled and walked away into the kitchen. Cal looked at Cecily and smiled. Indeed he had met his match with her, but the fact that she fought back against him, turned her on—in such a way that was so strong. He got up and walked over to her in the kitchen and grabbed her from behind and spun her around and began kissing her strongly. She pushed him away, hard and he grabbed her towards him roughly and picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Cecily felt Cal get very rough with her during their lovemaking, but she didn't mind it, she liked it then, she liked being submissive to him when he wasn't being abusive to her.

Jack and Rose were on their third day in their new home and while Jack had a interview for a job on the following Monday, neither he nor Rose realized that they not only had to pay for rent but security deposit, leaving them without a penny left, which meant they didn't have any money to buy food. Jack and Rose sat on the sofa of the living room, listening to the radio.

Rose: Jack, I—I think if I go out and try to ask someone at a market for some food, maybe they'll give us some. I—(Jack cuts in)

Jack: (smiles) No, I have an idea. I'll be back, ok?

Jack got up and walked to the door of the house. Rose knew his idea already and she didn't like it.

Rose walked over to Jack and grabbed his arm.

Rose: Jack, no. DON'T ask Cal.

Jack (scoffs and smiles): What? Why not?

Rose: Because he's not going to help us. He helped us once—(Jack cut in)

Jack: (smiles) Twice Rose, twice.

Rose: Ok twice but still. He's not apt to doing so again. I KNOW Cal, and he's NOT this kind, friendly man you think he is.

Jack smiles and kisses her on the lips.

Jack: Well I guess we'll see now won't we?

Jack smiles and walks out the door. Rose sighs and leans up against the door with a brief frown. Rose knew Cal would make Jack regret for even asking him for anything, that was just Cal's way—his persona.

Jack knocked on Cal's door, once, twice, three times—no one answered, finally after Jack knocked the fourth time, Cal swung open the door, shirt half-way unbuttoned, (hair in the same way it was in the REAL movie when he chased Jack and Rose with a gun minutes before stopping chasing after them once he found himself knee deep in water). Cal seemed out of breath, his forehead a bit glistened with perspiration. He frowned with anger when he saw Jack.

Cal: (coldly and out of breath, he frowned with a confused look) Dawson? WHAT do you want?

Jack: (smiles politely and briefly) Hi Cal, I was just—wow you look like you've been exercising or something, you're sweating and everything, you alright?

Cal: (frowned) Wha—yes I'm FINE Dawson! I was in the middle of something with—Cecily and—(stops and frowns more) WHAT do you want Dawson?

Jack: Well (looks down for a moment) Cal, Rose and I were wondering—well—we spent all our money on the home—rent and security deposit and such and well—(sighs and frowns a bit) Cal, Rose and I are—are—are very hungry and I know you've already done so much—(Cal cuts in)

Cal: Yes, GET TO THE POINT, Dawson! What IS IT that you want!

Cal's yelling took Jack back a bit, he didn't expect Cal to be so loud—but of course, Cal was—CAL, no matter what nice things he had done for Jack and Rose before.

Jack: Well. Can we borrow some food from you and Cecily?

Cal looked down briefly and scoffed and smiled.

Cal: Food, you want—food. (laughs)

Jack rolled his eyes and knew Cal was going to make him beg for it, although he hoped he was wrong about Cal.

Cal sighs and looks up at the sky and blinks heavily. He quietly thinks before answering.

He didn't really want those two, lower-class pigeons in his home for dinner, but he needed someone to take out his anger and frustration of the day's bad day on and what better people to take it out on than the whore who was his former fiancée and the gutter rat who stole his fiancée from him?

Cal: (coldly) Dinner's in an hour here, you and Rose can come over and join us then. Right now, I'm busy with Cecily and don't want to be disturbed again, bye Dawson.

Cal slammed the door in Jack's face. Jack scoffed and smiled. He shook his head and walked back over to the home he shared with Rose and went inside. Rose was pacing back and forth in the living room with a worried look. When she saw Jack walk in, she stopped in her tracks and looked at him.

Rose: He said no didn't he?

Jack: (laughs and smiled) No, he said dinner is in an hour and for us to be at his house for then.

Rose looked SHOCKED.

Rose: What? HE said that?

Jack sighed and sat down on the sofa and smiled.

Jack: Yup, I told ya he had a heart.

Rose shook her head in disbelief. She just couldn't believe Cal was STILL doing these friendly acts for her and Jack. Why?

Rose: (shook her head and frowned) He must be sick or something.

Jack: Or maybe he's just discovering a new nice side he never knew was there.

Rose looked at Jack and frowned more. She didn't know what Cal was up to but she was going to find out tonight at dinner.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Later I promise, I'll finish up!