Until We Meet Again
Summary: Rose is struggling to live her life after Jack died. But she still promised and she knows that she must honor that promise, since it was Jack's dying wish. Meanwhile, in the afterlife, Jack is continuously haunted by his memories of Rose, and he begins to doubt that Rose will join him upon her eventual death, even though he promised they would meet again before he departed for the afterlife.
Jack
In my afterlife, I went back to the Titanic, and it was as though this grand ship had never sunk and I joined all those who had perished with the ship. I thought at first that it was strange, but then I knew that stranger things had happened to me. Heck, even the love Rose and I had shared was strange; society would never have accepted a first-class girl and a third-class guy to be together. But then again, Rose wasn't like those other snobby ladies. Neither had Molly, I remembered. She had loaned me a dinner jacket so that I would fit in among the first-class people the night after I saved Rose. But I didn't see Molly among the other people, so she must have survived. Neither did I see Rose, and that comforted me. The men in the lifeboat had pulled her from the water. I did see little Cora, though, and that was almost as killingly painful as leaving my Rose in the world of the living. Mr. Andrews then came up to me. He had always been nice. I knew that Rose had come to see him as a father figure. The last time I saw him, we were both alive. Rose and I were running through the ship after being shot at by Cal. Rose had asked him if he was going to try to save his own life, but the answer he gave her clearly said that he had no intention of doing so. He had given Rose his discarded life jacket, hoping that she would survive.
Now, he smiled at me. "Thank you for saving her," he said. I knew whom he meant by "her;" he meant Rose. "It must have been a difficult choice to make, to sacrifice yourself."
"I don't regret it." I told him. It was the truth. "I only hope that I'll see her again here once her promise is fulfilled." I had become worried that Rose would go to a different afterlife, since all here had died with the ship.
"She will join us, Jack," Mr. Andrews told me. "I know she will."
"Thank you, sir," I said. Then I went forward, up the Grand Staircase and waited by the clock. I smiled, remembering. After I had finished socializing with the members of first-class, I had wanted to show Rose the pleasures of third-class. I knew her mother would never let her go if I asked her aloud, so I had slipped her a note under the pretense of innocently kissing her hand. "Make it count. Meet me at the clock," was what the note had said. She and I had snuck down to third-class and there I truly found out what she was like. She was a spirit that longed to be free from the chains of her society. I hope that I broke those chains. I missed her so much. I hoped she was happy, wherever she was.