Erik had led me throughout the ship and back to the stateroom just in time for my mother and I to get ready for supper. I was disappointed that I had to be separated from the man I had become friends with so fast. He was easy to get along with and he seemed to really listen when I spoke, unlike Raoul who had more often than not went into his own world when I spoke about Shakespeare or the works of Vivaldi.

"Mother, I'm back. I'm going to go ahead and get ready for supper." I made my way back into the room as my mother said something. I was too distracted to hear what she had said as my thoughts once again turned back to Erik. I dressed in a simple evening gown made of black lace with peacock feathers decorated along the bottom. A royal blue peacock decorated the bust of the dress spreading its tail feathers along the quarter length sleeves. It was truly a sight to behold and the silk teal ribbons on the arms and the bottom of the dress made it even more dazzling. I wondered if Erik had saw it, if he would like it just as much. I sat down on the bed and looked at my hands. There was no way I could have liked a guy romantically after personally knowing him not even a day. Erik did save me from the men below deck, used himself as a shield between them and me.

I left the room to find Raoul waiting on me outside the door "Oh, good evening Raoul." I smiled slightly and took his arm.

"Good evening Christine." He looked down at me "have you thought about my question at all? I'd like to give an official statement when we reach New York."

I looked at him and shook my head "I—I don't know. I'm still thinking about it." I looked over to the side of the ships railing and inhaled deeply. "A official statement?" I questioned after a long pause.

Raoul nodded "my father told me that I should, it would be great publicity."

I shook my head and made my way down the grand staircase to D Deck in silence. The meal was delicious, as my table dinned on filet minion, lobster stew along with delectable desert. The wine flew freely around the table, causing everyone to laugh loudly and drink more. Titanic's spirits always flowed freely and at any time of the day. Something that was favorable of my father and Raoul, who spent most of their time in the smoking room. After supper I left for my bedroom as my mother stayed with Molly Brown and Madeline Astor, who was five months pregnant; A very delicate condition for a lady to travel in. It was also supposed to be a secret that she was with child, but it had been gossiped about the previous day and was no longer a secret. I was able to leave after calling a headache but I had to be honest to myself, If Erik wasn't there, there was no reason I needed to be there either.

When I made my way back to the stateroom I dressed in my night gown and my robe. If I was to be faking a headache, I had to make it look real. At one point my mother came into my room and rubbed my head for a while. Eventually she left my room and went to her own shutting the door gently. I waited a few minutes before I got out of bed. I left my room and got a quick glance on the clock ontop of the fireplace.

"Ten." I whispered and looked around before padding out onto the deck. I moved quickly and silently and found my way into the kitchens of the first class dining room down on D Deck.

"Passengers aren't supposed to be back here."

I turned around and saw the chef "I'm sorry." I watched him cross his arms "I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much of a bother, if I could get some food to take to a friend." He looked at me suspiciously "I'm sure the chief officer would appreciate it."

The chef looked at me and in a language I couldn't understand he spoke to his team. In a matter of minutes a plate was presented to me full of food from the dinner the rest of the first class passengers dinned on earlier that night.

"Please, give it to him, courtesy of Antonio. He'll know who I am."

I smiled and graciously took the plate "Thank you so much sir." I turned to leave but turned back around to Antonio "I'd also love to complement you on the meal tonight. It was the most delecticable thing I've eaten." I watched him blush and I held out the plate "Thanks again!" and rushed back out of the kitchens.

I made my way to the bow of the ship, moving in and out of shadows quickly and quietly. Then as if it just jutted up from the ground I saw the lookout post. It was a lot taller than I had imagined and I wasn't sure how I was going to get myself and the food up to Erik. I chewed on the bottom of my lip and made my way to the ladder. It was cold on the palm of my right hand and on the pads of my feet. I placed the back of my left hand on the railing and slowly and steadily made my way up to where Erik was staying, or at least I hoped. Half way up I paused and listened to a bit of rustling in the crow's nest. I wondered if Erik could hear me, or if he was getting ready to come down himself. I looked up and noticed no one was coming so I proceeded upwards.

After about another five minutes of balancing the food on the plate, and myself with one hand I made it to the very top. I placed the plate gently on the steel and pushed my body up through the tiny hole. I laid on my stomach and pulled the rest of my body through and laid there for a minute breathless.

"I was wondering who was coming up here so slowly."

I looked up at the source of the voice and buried my face in my arms stifling a laugh "I'm sorry I came up here so slowly. I came to bring you this" I lifted my head and grabbed the plate and held it up to Erik. "It's probably bone cold by now, but it's something. I didn't know if you were hungry or not."

I listened to a low laugh escape his throat as he took the plate I offered "Well thank you, Christine." He looked down at the plate and then set it down, helping me to my feet.

"You're welcome" I smiled and rubbed my hands on my robe "Well, I better get back to my room."

Erik looked crestfallen "Okay."

I thought for a moment. It seemed as if Erik didn't have company and that he was dreadfully bored, besides, I took this as a moment I could get to know Erik a little better and know if the feelings I had towards him were true, or if it was just because he had saved me from the men below. "You know what." I looked at him and smiled slightly "I don't believe I've gotten the grand tour of this part of the ship." I laughed slightly "Besides, you can see so much up here! It's fantastic!"

He laughed "And it's dreadfully boring." He handed me the plate back and led me to the front of the crows nest where I found two seats and a single blanket. It was obvious that there was supposed to be another person up here patrolling the same time Erik was, but I didn't question where they were. "Please, sit." I sat down in the seat that the blanket was not resting and Erik sat down next to me in the other seat taking the plate. "This was for supper?" he questioned.

I nodded "oh yes. It was delicious!" I smiled and laughed slightly "Warm of course." I smiled and pulled silverware out of my pocket "I wasn't going to make you eat with your fingers." I laughed.

He laughed and rested the plate on his legs "Thanks again Christine." He looked at me and gave me a half smile.

I smiled and looked back at him "It's the least I could do after what you did down below the ship." I rested a hand on his and gave it a squeeze gently "thanks so much."

Erik nodded "Don't mention it." He looked down at the plate "What is it?"

I laughed and pointed "this looks like the Filet Minion that I had at supper. It's fantastic." I smiled and then pointed at another part of the plate "those look like steamed carrots" I squinted and looked closer at the plate "or glazed carrots." I shrugged "Either way they are carrots!" I laughed. "Oh and this…" I pointed to a bowl that was on the plate with white lumps in it "This is French ice cream. The most delectable item on the plate!"

He looked at the plate and grinned "I've had French Ice Cream. It really is the best." Erik laughed slightly and started to eat. We sat in silence as he cut through the meat and picked at the carrots. I watched out at the sea silently.

"Erik" I said after a while "I want to apologize for the behavior of my father's traveling companion Raoul. He seemed jealous and he acted irrationally."

Erik shrugged and wrapped the blanket around my tiny shivering body "Don't worry about it Christine. I've encountered men who were much more hostile." He rubbed my arms up and down to try to warm me up quicker. After I stopped shivering he stopped rubbing my arms and after about ten minutes he spoke again "Why would he be jealous, and what of?"

I looked up at the sky "Because, He wants my hand in marriage and I'm not sure that I want him to have it." I bit my bottom lip "He asked me a week ago, and I still haven't given him an answer." I laughed slightly "He's just not for me, yet he wants me to be. Even my mother wants him for me. She wants me to be financially stable." I shook my head.

"Well…." Erik said slowly. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs and his arms. "Why don't you want to? Marry him I mean."

I laughed again "because when I do marry, I want it to be for love and not for money." I looked back up at the sky and pulled my knees to my chest "I wouldn't care if I had all or none of the money in the world. If I married someone I had loved, I'd be rich all the time."

After that Erik and I sat in silence. Somewhere throughout the night I fell asleep with my head resting on Erik's shoulder. I woke up early enough where Erik was still awake. "Good Morning." I mumbled and stretched slightly "How long was I asleep?"

Erik pressed a finger against my lips and pointed out to the sea. "shh." He whispered and looked back out at the sea. I followed his eyes and saw it. I had woken up just in time to see a beautiful sunrise. I had never seen a sunrise quite as beautiful as I had when I was on the Titanic. The oranges and reds complemented the blue ocean.

"oh!" I gasped and stood up "Oh, I.. I have to leave!" I placed the blanket down in the chair.

"I'll escort you to your room."

I shook my head "No, no it's quite alright." I moved to the ladder and Erik followed closely behind "Thank you for letting me stay up here, you could have woke me up once I fell asleep." I laughed slightly and put my bare feet on the ladder prong "It was a beautiful sunrise!" I moved quickly down the freezing steel ladder and raced quickly along the deck and slipped into my bed just as I heard my mother stir. I relaxed into my bed and pillow and cuddled deep into the sheets, falling back asleep within minutes.

I woke up around noon; I suppose my mother had let me sleep in later because of my supposed headache the night before. I slipped myself out of bed and let the tiny blond girl help me into my corset after I had washed up and slipped my undergarments on. I dressed myself in a white dress with navy blue pinstripes down the length of it. A navy blue poof situated at my neck completed the outfit, aside for the hat that I decided I'd put on when I got to the deck. I pulled my hair up in the latest fashion I had seen in London and left out of the room.

"Your mother told me to tell you that if you were to wake before dinner that she'd be in the café." The blond girl smiled slightly.

I smiled and nodded "Thank you."

I left the state room and slipped the hat on my head and made my way to the back of the ship. I wasn't hungry for food, far from it actually. I had been hungry for the company of Erik. I sighed and walked to the back of the ship and leaned on the railing looking out at the foamy bubbles the propellers were making. I wondered if I was going to see Erik again, I wasn't sure if he would be at supper tonight, and I wasn't sure if he was going to be on watch. I sighed and straightened up and walked back down the length of the ship. I decided that I was going to search for Erik.

I got half way down the length of Titanic when I decided that instead of being the anti-social woman my mother dreaded, I'd head down to dinner. I searched the Café that my mother loved so much for its airy atmosphere. I spotted my mother with my father, Raoul and another man at a table near the window.

"Mother, Father." I smiled as I approached the table, my hat now hanging loosely in my hands.

The man at the table stood up and turned around, the scar over his eye and under his lip was unmistakable. "Good afternoon Miss. Daae." Erik took my hand and kissed the fingers, just like the gentleman he was brought up to be. "Your mother was just telling me about the headache you had last night. I hope you're feeling better."

I looked at him and nodded slightly "Yes, I'm feeling wonderful. Thank you." I searched his face "please, sit." I offered him the chair he just got out of.

He shook his head and dropped my hand "No thank you miss. I have watch again tonight, must catch up on some sleep." I looked at him in the eyes, which had a special twinkle in them "I believe it's the last one." He looked at my family "I'd hope so, you're all entertaining to dine with."

My mother smiled and raised her glass of water "Our pleasure to entertain you First Officer Holloway." My mother laughed and took a drink.

I smiled slightly and then looked back at Erik "Well then, I suppose I shall see you tomorrow at supper."

Erik nodded and pulled out the chair for me to sit. When I did he pushed in my chair, bid my family and I good-bye and then left.

"Such a lovely young man" My mother smiled and looked at Raoul who's face held a scowl "Not as lovely as you deary."

I looked at my table and smiled slightly. I loved these people, each in their own way. My father was domineering and yet at the same time he was gentle. He was gentle enough to rock me to sleep when I was a child or ill yet strong enough to run his own company. My mother had a certain Jenaseyqua to her that most women didn't enjoy. I figured this is why my mother and Mollie Brown got along so well. Raoul I loved like a brother, he was protective when I had gone into the woods and- my thoughts paused. I had loved Raoul like a brother, nothing else. There would be no other feelings between Raoul and me.

I took a sip of my tea and smiled into my tea cup. Without her knowing it, titanic helped me sort out my life.

Authors Note: I know that half of this stuff probably wouldn't have been happening on the titanic but for the sake of the story, it is Lol. It's unclear to me on what they would have done with the leftovers on the titanic although I believe they would have just put it elsewhere and no one would have bothered with it until they docked. I would also normally take Christine and Erik's relationship slow, but I mean right here this story is at April 12, 1912, three more days until the tragedy so yeah, it kind of has to go a bit fast ;)