We dined in our stateroom. My father and Raoul had joined us and we all enjoyed a nice brisqit. We all laughed gaily and chatted up each other. We ended up playing poker at the table on the inside. My mother had lost a braclet, My father had lost twenty dollars and Raoul had lost a ten, all to me. I wasn't the best poker player, Normally, I'd always loose but Titanic had seemed to bring me luck.

"Christine, who taught you how to play?" my father shifted in his seat as he laid down his pocket watch.

Raoul looked at me and then back at my father "I don't know, but I assume she learned in that finishing school she went to."

I laughed and shook my head "Oh yes, finishing school. We played in our dorms at night. We cussed like sailors and smoked our cigars and drank our brandy!" I laughed, my family joining in. "Actually, no one has taught me. It seems as if Titanic is lucky!" I smiled and put my mother's bracelet back into the pot.

My mother scoffed and took off her earrings "These blasted things are hideous anyway." She mumbled and picked up her cards.

I smiled slightly and watched Raoul throw in a five. I glared at him and he put in another five. I nodded and looked at them "Are we ready?"

My father nodded "Two pair." He laid the cards down.

"Mother?"

She looked at her cards and then showed them to me "Tell me."

I laughed slightly "Nothing." I then looked at Raoul "do you have anything kind sir?" I laughed.

He looked at me "Straight Flush."

I sighed and leaned back into my chair "Well Guys and Gals. It seems as if Raoul was just a few cards short because I've got a Royal Flush." I laid the cards down on the table and crossed my arms, a smirk playing on my face "Read them and weep." I laughed and pulled my spoils towards me "Oh, look at the time," I said opening my father's pocket watch "It's about three, we've been playing for quite some time. I'm a bit famished." I stood up and stretched letting a yawn escape "I think I'll take a nap before supper tonight."

I smiled as I lifted the lace part of my dress and dumped my spoils into it. My mother winked at me and I smiled slightly bidding them all a good night. I walked back into my room and dumped the stuff on my bed. I sifted through the money, forty dollars all together, it wasn't bad. My mothers Bracelet and her matching earrings, I'd give her the bracelet back, but the earrings were mine for the taking. I loved them and they were my grandmas at one point. The pocket watch my father had put on the table was special to me. It belonged to his father and his Father's father. It was a family Heirloom, something I planned on giving my child one day. I was just glad I had grabbed it when I did because I was sure my father thought I'd marry Raoul and was bound to give him the pocket watch sooner or later.

After I had put my things up, I laid on the bed and had drifted into a wonderful sleep. My dreams were filled with Erik. From the day I had met him down near the boiler room, to the night he kissed me, when I had been too nervous to do so myself. I dreamed that when the ship had docked safely in the New York Harbor, My family Erik and I had made a life in New York City, a wonderful place that was full of lights and sounds, a city that truly never slept. I dreamed that Erik and I had our own apartment and our own little family, It was perfect. Life had been perfect, until I woke up.

I smiled slightly and looked out of the large window that decorated my room. It was nothing but sky and ocean. "Seven more days" I whispered to myself. Seven more days until I was docked in New York; where Erik and I could make a life together.

"Christine, wake up dear. It's almost time for supper." My mother gently tapped on the door.

I stretched and sat up "I'm awake mother." I called back and sat up. I decided that a black and white dress was perfect. It was black in the back with white in the front, a beautiful back overlay design popped out against the white and a salmon colored waist band was tied around my waist to form a bow in the back. I smiled and pulled my hair up tightly with difficult curling in the back. I wrapped a black chiffon scarf around my head and secured it under the hair and smiled. I looked stunning, if I were to toot my own horn.

"Christine." My mother said on the other side of my door again a short while later "I'm going to meet Raoul and Your father. Please don't take too much longer, you have a visitor."

My stomach flipped almost a thousand times as I checked myself over a few more times. I had to make sure that I was perfect for Erik. He was perfect to me, so why shouldn't I have been perfect to him? I exhaled deeply and opened the door. I saw him stand there, his back towards my door, looking at a picture that hung there. "I think it's Picasso."

Erik turned abruptly and a smile appeared on his face "Well, Nothing can compare to how beautiful you look."

I looked at him and blushed a little "Oh, stop it you!" I giggled slightly and walked towards him, fixing his lapels. "I have to say that you don't look to bad yourself." I stood on tippie toes and placed a light kiss on his lips. A warm sensation spread through my body, I thought it might be love.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. It was just as wonderful as the first time we had kissed. "Shall we go to supper?" He kissed me once again.

"Do we have to?" I mumbled and buried my face into his arm. He wore a handsome tuxedo, a white shirt and black tie complemented the three gold rings around the cuffs. Metals were displayed on the breast of his tuxedo coat, and next to him, I looked frumpy.

He gave a hardy laugh and nodded "We must, I'm afraid." He pulled away from me.

He presented his arm and I graciously took it. "Well, if we must go, then we must." I laid my head on his arm and looked up at him.

He grinned and looked down "Yes, we must."

And with that Erik and I walked out of the door, only pausing slightly for me to secure the lock. We didn't hurry to supper, instead we took a leisurly stroll to the grand stair case, enjoying the stars. Erik pointed out the constolations and even had told me the longitude and Latitude we were at. He was so smart, so much smarter than I was with ships.

When we finally got down to supper my mother spotted us right away. She waved us over and her smile could stretch out longer than Titanic herself. "Christine! You look gorgeous." My mother wrapped me in her arms and then held me at arms length. "You put your hair up." She looked at my father "Gustave, look at this, our daughter put her hair up!"

My father laughed "Yes, I noticed. You look very lovely tonight, dear."

I smiled and looked at my mother and my father "Thank you both."

My father suddently looked up to Erik "Ah! First Officer Holloway! Great to see you again Old Chap!" My father stood up and knocked on Erik's back in the fashion most men do. I watched Erik being led to the other side of the table to sit between my father and Mr. Ismay, who I was sure, was lured in to the table by my mother. I placed a gloved hand to my mouth and giggled slightly.

I didn't speak much to Erik at supper. I was sat in between my mother and Margaret Brown, who were gossiping about Colonel John Jacob Astor's wife Madeline, who was considerably younger than he was. My mother told Margaret that she had preferred The Colonel with someone who was a bit older, a girl with brown hair and brown eyes from London. My mother was talking about me, of course. Although she was a lovely lady to be around, she always wanted me to marry into a wealthier family than my own, as she was certain that the million dollar inheritance I would receive when my parents died wouldn't hold me for the rest of my life. I was positive that it would, and that it would even help my child out, as I only planned on having one to spoil the rest of my life.

After the food had been served, after we had dined and after the deserts filled our stomachs to the very brim, Erik had stood up and excused himself. I too, excused myself after ten minutes time. My mother bid me farewell and told me to be careful, she didn't want me to fall off the edge of the ship. I laughed slightly and Kissed her cheek and my fathers before I had left out of the dining room. I spotted Erik as I walked up half the steps. He was sitting at a grand piano that was situated in the middle of the room, playing a lovely melody.

I turned around and walked back down the steps, confusing the elderly couple on the steps. I felt weightless as if the music was drawing me to it, using its melody as a cloud and forbidding me to go anywhere else. I joined the crowd that had gathered around the piano and pushed through it, as politely as I could. I had noticed that Piano's were scattered around everywhere, or at least two were in first class for public use. It encouraged the passengers to provide their own melody, which many did throughout the day and night.

"Ah, Miss Daae!" Erik said looking over at me "Your father told me that you have quite the singing voice." He winked at me and contuined to play. I blushed slightly and tried to hide my face in one of my gloves. He chuckled lightly "Please come entertain the masses Miss?"

I moved slowly up to where Erik was playing and sat down with him on the bench "What are you doing!" I whispered, half laughing, half filled with panic.

He laughed slightly "Your father told me that you were quite the singer. "

I leaned in close to him "I believe I was the one to tell you that sir."

He looked at me and laughed "Yes, but you're father also told me." He changed the tune "told me your favorite song to sing as well."

I looked at the piano, it was a song my mother always sang to me when I was having trouble coping with my grandfathers death. It had came from a opera my mother had watched in Paris when Carlotta was the most wanted Opera singer of the decade. My mother had said she sounded awful, my father however was in love with the songstress and said she had the voice of angels. I tended to agree with my mother.

I shot a glance at Erik and opened my mouth to sing, I wasn't going to stand up, and honestly I didn't think my legs would let me stand. The last public performance I had given was when I was fifteen.

"Think of me, Think of me Fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me, once in a while please promise me you'll try. Then you'll find, that once again you long, to take your heart back and be free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me." I swallowed the lump in my throat, and looked at the way Erik's hands floated over the keys with expertise "We never said, our love was evergreen, or as unchanging as the sea, but if you can still remember, stop and think of me. Think of all the things we've shared and seen. Don't think about the way things Might have been." I looked around at the crowd that had now almost doubled in size, my mother standing there with one hand to her chin, tears in her eyes "Recall those days, look back on all those times, Think of the things we'll never do. There will never be a day when I won't think of you!" Visions of my grandfather chasing me around in their backyard, following me into the woods, feeding me candies from the dish when grandma wasn't looking "Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade, they have their seasons so do we, but please promise me that sometimes, you, will, think" I accended into a crishindo "Of Me!" I belted and the piano abruptly stopped just as I had, and then my world started to blur.

Applause filled the dining room, I looked around at all the clapping hands; The captain himself, John Jacob Astor, his wife Madeline, A man who I believed to be Thomas Andrews and of course my parents. I stood up and curtsied to show my appreciation to the clapping and then rushed away from the piano as quick as I could. I made it out onto the boat deck and clasped my hands on the railing, which was cool and welcoming under my sweaty palms.

"Christine?" I heard the voice behind me, or at least I thought the voice was behind me, I had felt dizzy and was unsure of where the voice was coming from. "Christine!" the voice was urgent, but that was all I had remembered.

I wasn't sure how long I had been passed out, but when I woke up, I was in a single roomed cabin. It seemed to be a first class cabin, but it wasn't as luxurious as the stateroom I had occupied. "Hello?" I croaked as I sat up.

Erik appeared from around the corner which proved to me that the cabin was bigger than I had believed, and relief etched all over his face "Christine, You're awake." Erik sat down on the side of the bed and gently laid me back down "You took a nasty fall on the deck. Seems as if you passed out" he looked at me slightly and pressed a cool hankerchief to my forehead.

"How long was I out?" I coughed, my throat was as dry as the desert, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

He shrugged "About ten minutes, fifteen tops." He looked at his pocket watch.

I groaned "Oh, I remember that at the end of the song I had gotten really dizzy. I thought fresh air would help, but I think the salt water smell just made it worse." I looked up at him as he poured some water from a canteen into a cup and hand it to me. I sipped it feeling instantly relieved "I-I could have fallen over the railing. It's quite a drop to the next deck."

Erik rubbed his face "You did."

I looked at him dumbfounded "Pardon?"

He looked at me as I sipped at the water "When I had gotten to you, you were half way over the railing, grabbed you by your feet and the back of your dress…" he dug into his pocket, bringing out a clump of the salmon colored waist band in his hand.

I gasped and put a hand to my mouth, tears sprung up into my eyes "Oh.. Oh Erik!" I put the cup down and wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Thank you." I looked at him and clasped his face in my hands and placed kisses all over his face "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Erik laughed slightly and pulled away. "It's the least I could do." He looked at me, and tucked a loose strand behind my ear before he kissed me sensually. He pulled away much to my protest and smiled slightly.

I looked at him and then dropped my hands "Erik…" I looked down at my hands "I was thinking about my grandfather when I was singing, like I normally do." I smiled slightly at the thought of him "But I was thinking about us. I want to know, if…" I paused "If you and I are real. If this is real." I looked up at him "I don't want to be chasing something I can't have." I looked back down into my hands and felt a tear drop roll off my face "Before I met you, I thought that you couldn't love someone you knew for a short period of time." I wiped the tear away with a finger but more just replaced it "and then you saved me, not once, but twice and…" I paused, trying to find the word "I don't want you to think that you need to pretend to like me because I'm some sort of damsel in distress." I shook my head and my world started spinning again. "I don't want to be hurt."

A long pause originated between Erik and I and I got worried that he had intended to use me for his purposes, and then leave me, like the common whore. "Christine…" Erik said after a few more minutes pause, his strong arms wrapped around me and it was the first time I noticed he was out of his jacket. "The first time I saw you, at supper on April 10th I found you to be beautiful." He stroked my cheek with his thumb "I was afraid if you had seen my face that you'd shy away from me, like most people do." He closed his eyes before he spoke again. "Then you wanted a tour of Titanic. After we all had departed I told the captain that I'd take you after I had done my duties for the day. After much persuasion he agreed, told Mr. Andrews that he had taken care of the tour that Young Miss Daae wanted." He pulled me tightly to him and I wrapped my arms around his waist "I was just finishing up duties the next day when I had seen you and I was furious."

I looked up at him, but all I saw was chin "You didn't seem furious."

He shook his head and rested his chin ontop of my head "No, I couldn't show it could I? I was furious at what those guys were doing to you, that no one else had come to your aid. When I had helped you, you looked so…" he paused "…so beautiful. I didn't know what it was but I was sure you looked even more stunning than the day before. Perhaps it was the soot on your face, or the fact that you looked so relieved to see me, but I knew at that moment I had feelings for you." He kissed the top of my head and rubbed a hand up and down my back "I was stunned to say the least when you had come to visit me the first night on watch. No one has ever done that before. Then the second night, I wanted to see if you felt the same so I decided to be bold and kiss you."

I inhaled deeply and smiled, he smelled like sandlewood and I loved it "I was glad you did." I pulled away from him and blushed slightly "I was going to, but I chickened out." I giggled.

Erik laughed slightly "well, either way, I'm glad you didn't push me away. Christine, I know it sounds absurd, but when you had fainted and started to fall over the railing I saw my whole world ending." His deep blue eyes searched my face "If you're worried about being hurt, I promise I'll do everything in my power to stop it. I will never, ever hurt you."

Authors Note: I've spent a few days researching all the passengers on board that have been provided by the encyclopedia Titanica. I think that if you're going to start your own research (I've been doing mine on and off for fifteen years) I suggest you start with Encyclopedia Titanica. It's full of information. I'd love to talk titanic with other people who love titanic just the way I do. If you do want to talk about Titanic then feel free to DM me and I'll give you my email Also, I know I use "think of me" (property of ALW) a lot in my stories, but as I was writing this out I realized that it kinda fit. I mean who knows where the romance of Christine and Erik will go? It's very fitting even for the sinking of the ship.