Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the incredible movie Titanic. Everything here, the story line, it's characters and anything else, except the actual ship, belong to the fantastic James Cameron and Warner Brothers. I am merely turning it into a story, rather than keeping it a screenplay.

A/N: First off, thank you to everyone who read my last two chapters. I had actually started writing this back in October and had just lost the urge to continue with it. Those of you who commented inspired me to continue and for that I am extremely appreciative. Anyway, here' s the third chapter. I hope you enjoy it!! And don't forget to review at the end!! Thanks again!!

CHAPTER THREE

THE WOMAN IN THE PICTURE

Streams of Californian sunlight fought its way through the tangled roses and vines that wound their way up a glassed-in pottery studio. Inside an old woman enjoyed the morning light that made it through, while shaping a clay pot on the wheel. Her ancient hands, wrinkled and spotted with age, were covered in the thick, reddish-brown, clay. But, despite her age, the woman, Rose Calvert, was surprisingly steady as she worked. One room over, she could hear her granddaughter, Lizzy, banging around in the kitchen, putting away dishes and performing other kitchen duties so that Rose wouldn't have to, while listening to a news report that played on their little television. Rose, too, vaguely listened to the television, but to her it served simply as background noise.

"I've planned this expedition for three years, and we're out here recovering some amazing things. Things that will have enormous historical and educational value," a man was saying. Rose's wrinkled face smirked. 'Historical and educational value,' people will tell themselves anything, she thought. Although Rose wasn't really listening, she had picked up that the man was a treasure hunter, who had found another location to tear apart. Where? She hadn't been paying attention. He's nothing but a grave robber Rose silently told herself. Rose caught a little bit of the news reporters response. "But it's no secret that education is your main purpose. You're a treasure hunter. So what is the treasure you're hunting?" Rose shook her head, and she has bought it. Stopping her wheel for a moment, Rose listened. "I'd rather show than tell you, and we think we're very close to doing just that," the man said.

Curious as to what the 'treasure' might be, Rose stopped spinning and slowly stood up. She wiped the wet clay from her hands, just before clutching her cane tightly and wobbling into the kitchen. Her clay covered apron hung loosely around her neck, protecting the African print dress she wore. When she walked, Rose looked just like your average old woman, hunched over and shapeless. But, despite the fact that her body was in ruins, Rose's eyes shone as bright and clear as a girl half her age, three times over.

"Turn that up please, dear," she said in an old shaky voice. Lizzy, who looked to be in her early forties and had long blonde hair, rushed over to the television to do her grandmother's bidding, as the reporter continued. "Your expedition is at the center of a storm of controversy over salvage rights and even ethics. Many are calling you a grave robber," she said in a clear television voice.

The screen showed a tan man, about half Rose's age. "Nobody called the recovery of the artifacts from King Tut's tomb grave robbing. I have museum-trained experts here, making sure this stuff is preserved and catalogued properly," he defended. And then as if to prove his point, he continued, "Look at this drawing, which was found today-"

Rose starred at the drawing in awe. It a charcoal drawing of a young woman, wearing nothing but a heart shaped pendant around her neck. She barely heard as the man on the television bragged about his findings. "-a piece of paper that's been underwater for eighty-four years, and my team are able to preserve it intact. Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity, when we can see it and enjoy it now-?"

Rose's mouth hung open in amazement. "I'll be God damned," she breathed.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite the fact that it was nearing just four in the morning, the crew on Keldysh were hard at work, getting ready to lower the submersibles into the inky black water of the North Atlantic. Brock Lovett had one leg up, getting ready to hop into Mir One when Bobby Buell ran up to him. "There's a satellite call for you," he explained, slightly out of breath from running to stop Brock. Lovett rolled his eyes annoyed. "Bobby, we're launching. See these submersibles here going into the water? Take a message."

"No, trust me, you want to take this call," Buell said crossing his arms with a smug look on his face. Irritated beyond belief, Brock reluctantly followed Buell into the lab deck.

Pushing down the blinking line, Buell handed Lovett the phone. Rolling his eyes once more, with an attitude to match that of a thirteen year old, Brock put on a professional voice. "This is Brock Lovett. What can I do for you, Mrs.-?" He looked at Bobby, asking him silently for her name. "Rose Calvert." Buell responded, with the smug look of satisfaction still residing on his face. "-Mrs. Calvert?" Brock finished his question.

"I was wondering if you had found the 'Heart of the Ocean' yet, Mr. Lovett," Rose Calvert stated, rather than asked, for she knew the answer. She waited anxiously for him to overcome the shock she knew he was experiencing and she could hear another voice in the background say "I told you, you wanted to take this call."

A few seconds later, Brock Lovett seemed to have gotten over his shock, "Alright, you have my attention, Rose," he said in a calm voice. "Can you tell me who the woman in the picture is?"

Rose smiled. "Oh yes. The woman in the picture is me," she stated simply.

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit boring, in either the next chapter or the one after that (I'll have to see how the movie is divided) we'll be getting to the good part, you know the part with Jack and young Rose and the actual ship. So just bear with me for the next few chapters. Thanks for reading!! And please review!! No joke, reviews really do inspire me to continue writing, even if you hate it let me know how I can improve!! Thanks for reading!!

-Lily Rose-