A/N: Indeed, what did Ernest and Freya get up to? ;) Find out now... Thank you for all the support, I'm still going strong and I hope that in future updates will be more frequent. Don't forget to follow/favourite/review please! Enjoy :)

Firm hands gripped Freya's waist tightly and she squealed as she felt herself being lifted off the floor by Ernest's safe hold.

"Near, far..." he started, gazing at her lovingly.

"Wherever you are..." Freya continued, giggling as he put her down carefully.

"I believe that the heart does go on..." Ernest grabbed her hand and they sprinted down the corridor, adrenaline pulsing through their veins. He revelled in the moment, knowing that within a few days things would be back to normal and he would only ever see Freya once a month at the most.

"OI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" An authoritative voice rang through the red-carpeted corridors, bouncing off the white-washed walls. Freya and Ernest turned around sharply to see a rather plump officer dashing around the corner, knocking two passengers to the wall with his considerable momentum. He had his arm raised and his finger pointed towards the pair, singling them out amongst the passengers. Freya and Ernest glanced at each other and instantly knew what the other was thinking – RUN! They span on the spot and raced down the corridor, guiding shoulders out of the way and nearly knocking an elderly man to the floor. The officer still chased them, his face becoming redder by the second until it was the colour of a tomato (who knew tomatoes had bread crumb-sprinkled moustaches!).

They sprinted through the maze of corridors, trying to find a set of stairs, an open room, anywhere where they could hide and get the officer off their scent. They took a turn left and ran down a flight of steps two at a time, Freya vaguely wondering whether Ernest was ever going to let go of her hand. Suddenly they found themselves in the engine room and when they raced to the other end, Ernest (having watched Titanic several times for his film studies coursework) knew what was on the side of this door. He slammed it open to reveal a massive room painted a sickly yellow holding more than thirty of the earliest model of car in there. Freya stopped dead. Ernest halted and felt a deep blush spread evenly across his whole face.

"You knew it was this way, didn't you?" Freya said.

"How would I know that if I've never been on the Titanic before?" he replied, the blush creeping even further.

"You've watched the film enough times to know that there is a sex scene in the back of one of these cars."

"Are you insinuating..."

"Of course not!"

The sound of heavy footsteps graced their ears, coming closer with every second.

"Well, there's nowhere else to hide, Freya," Ernest said helplessly. Freya narrowed her eyes. "Blimey, if looks could kill..."

"You would have been dead a century ago," Freya finished, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the back of a crimson and black Stanley steam automobile. The interior was plush and made out of red fabric which was smooth to the touch.

"If only they added this much detail into the film," Ernest complained. "Instead of focussing on Rose and Jack and their hanky panky. It would have been so much better."

"Keep down and shut up, you idiot," Freya hissed as the officer ran heavily past the window of the car. They waited until the coast was absolutely clear until any movement was permitted by Freya, and when Ernest moved in the slightest, he received a sharp slap to the temple.

"Freya and Ernest sitting in a car," Ernest teased after ten minutes of silence. "Are they naked, yes they are!"

"ERNEST," Freya shouted, a blush shooting up her face. She just hoped that the lack of light would cover it up. "We've been on this ship maximum an hour and you're already being a complete cockwomble! I swear that when the coast is clear I will march you up to the deck and not hesitate in throwing you aboard. Is that clear?"

"Ooh someone can't take a joke," Ernest replied. Freya rolled her eyes.

"This is anything but a joke, Ernest. You are my best friend. There was a clearly marked line and you crossed it. Get out the car." Ernest didn't move. "If this is another stupid joke that you're playing like earlier then I'm really not in the mood for it." He stayed where he was. "Can't you see? I'm trying to be angry but you're being idiotic." She clapped loudly in front of his face but he didn't even flinch. "Ernest? Are you okay?" No reply. "Fine then, I'll sod off without you."

And with that Freya flung open the car door and climbed out, leaving Ernest in his state of paralysis. Weaving her way through the cars she finally got to the door far end of the room which opened onto a boot-marked staircase. She climbed it cautiously, aware that on the other side could potentially have been the officer, trapping her.

Freya blinked as the fading sun caught her eye and it took a while for her to adjust to the sunlight. The upper deck was deserted. As the sun sank below the ocean, a warm mixture of purple, orange and pink evaded being marched south and a passionate stroke of red swept the horizon. The evening was warm with a subtle breeze prickling at the hairs on her arms. Faint sounds of a small band and laughter of upper class folk wafted her way and the smell of the ocean and scent of delicious baking pervaded the air in just the right quantities for that moment to be utter perfection.

She strolled towards the bow of the ship, her previous anger at Ernest forgotten. A brief thought that she should return and see if Ernest was okay passed her mind, but she thought better of it, after all last time he pulled that stunt he recovered within two minutes. One she had reached the railings, she splayed her arms out in the classic Titanic pose, feeling the ocean breeze on her face. Suddenly strong arms curled around her waist and she nearly lost her footing in surprise but the strong hands caught her.

"I'm sorry," a voice whispered in her ear. She recognised it to be Ernest's and her heart beat ever so slightly faster. "I never meant to break the boundaries and-"

"Shh," Freya interrupted. Ernest held on tighter to her waist, afraid she might do something stupid. "For once, I feel alive."