A/N. Guess who's back. Back again. Chapter 9! This was again by Talia and edited by Alessia. We really appreciate feedback; and we really hope this chapter fills your heart with 'Jose' love. It did to me (Alessia) first time I read it :,)

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A Whole New Life

Chapter 9

The next morning Jack was the first to wake up first. It was his first day at his new job; Molly's husband Derrick had offered him a job as an illustrator for his comic book company. He was excited to get started and he couldn't wait to start earning money to support him and Rose...but at the same time he didn't like the idea of leaving her alone without him, but he figured it had to be done. He glanced over at his love, who was sleeping peacefully. With a smile on his face his eyes then traveled to the clock on the wall

"Shit!" he said user his breath being careful not to wake Rose. It was almost 10 past 8 and he started work at 9. He figured he couldn't wear the clothes he had been wearing since the before the sinking-so he made his way over to the closet where Molly had told him were some clothes that her and her husband didn't wear anymore because they bought them before they became rich. He found a white shirt and a brown trousers that were just slightly smarter than the ones he had once lived out of. He got dressed and then remembered that neither of them had eaten since before they had gotten off of the Carpathia, so he looked through all the pockets of all the clothes in the closet an found $10. He knew Molly wouldn't have minded that he took it. Hopefully. He then found a pen and piece of paper and wrote an not to Rose incase she woke up while he was out getting their breakfasts. He scribbled down the note then headed out the door, only to scramble back and kiss her forehead, smile and race out again.

Jack had just walked out the door when Rose woke up. She turned over in bed and felt for his soft cheeks or smooth blond hair, only to find an empty, albeit warm space where he had lain.

"Okay, Rose. Do not panic" she muttered, and sat up in bed. Something crackled under her hand and she picked it up. A piece of brown paper-with Jack's beautiful cursive handwriting on it. A note.

My Darling, Rose,

I went to get us breakfast before I go to work. I'll be back before you know it

All the love in the world,

Jack.

She let out a sigh of relief. She had to get over the idea that Jack would leave her. Why did thoughts of waking up one morning or in the middle of the might to find him gone, suitcase packed terrorise her during sleep, causing her to wake up in a cold sweat? She sat there on the bed wondering what she was going to do for the rest of the day then the idea came to her

"I'm going to get a job" she thought out load to her self. The very idea had brought a grin on her face. A job meant independence, something foreign and exciting to her. She relished the thought of going out and meeting a new person every single day. She knew there was no way she could tell Jack because he would just tell her that it was his job to support her and not the other way round.

After what seemed like forever Jack finally came home. Rose waited impatiently on the bed, her stomach grumbling in a very unladylike fashion. Her Mother had once told her it was disgusting; and told Trudy after she arranged her marriage to Cal that Rose would take cake before seeing him; to avoid such unladylike noises. Jack threw his hat onto the stand and raced up the wooden stairs which almost sang opera in protest, and when he did walk through the bedroom door, he ran over to his beautiful Rose and leant her down on the bed while lovingly attacking her lips with a sweet, passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away, he pulled out two cinnamon buns from a brown paper bag

"There you go sweet heart" Jack said passing her one. Jack was wishing that 9:00 would never come, he didn't want to leave Rose. The thought of leaving her for even a moment more than necessary broke his heart. He'd almost lost her once; he wasn't about to again. After he had seen how vulnerable she could be last night the last thing he wanted to do was upset her. He looked up at Rose with regret and undeniable sadness in his eyes

"Look, Rose. I'm gonna have to go to work now, but if you need anything, and I mean anything-even if it's to open a pickle jar," Rose giggled and Jack smirked before continuing

"- at all, you know where I work- so please come as get me and I'll come back right away, I promise" he said determinedly. Rose didn't want to show her fear in being alone so she put on the bravest face she could. She could tell Jack didn't want to go to work, but she wasn't going to call him home over a pickle jar! How weak did he think she was?

"Okay, well I'll see you later I guess" Rose said as she tried to smile. He gave her another breathtakingly wonderful on kiss, then got up and headed to the door

"Rose, If you need anything, anything at all just come and get me and I'll come home right away" Jack said as he turned around to face her. Rose laughed

"Jack, I'll be fine, I promise. Now go or you'll be late" she smiled and pointed in the direction of the door as she spoke in the direction of the door. Jack gave her a loving smile, turned around and left. He was half way down the garden path when he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. Rose. He returned the gesture by wrapping his arms just as right, if not tighter, around her.

"I love you" she whispered in his ear "I just had to tell you that before you left". He was now officially mentally kicking himself. You're so Goddamned stupid,Jack! What's wrong with you? How could you forget to tell her you love her? Hestuttered over his words, before choking out

"Damn. Rose..I.. I'm so sorry. I love you too , more than you will ever know" Rose laughed and released her grip on him, backing up the pathway backwards, never taking her eyes off of him, as if she closed her eyes she'd miss something precious. He liked that. She made him feel wanted. The girls in France..faceless and nameless. None of them shone-not like his Rose

"I know you do! I just wanted to tell you!" she cried with a smile "Now you really do have to go to work" Jack sighed and started walking, and Rose never took her eyes off him until he was a tiny spec in the distance. Just before he disappeared down the street, she smiled and waved at him when he glanced back at her.

Even though she had throne Jack's shirt over her underwear before she left the house, Rose figured that if she was going to get a job she should probably get changed.

Rose went upstairs to the closet that Molly kept her clothes in. She found a brown and cream simple dress she could tell was from when they were second class. It was considerably larger, but Rose didn't care. Trudy had taught her how to sew-so she would simply adjust it. In fact, she felt like she had not a care in the world. She stalked into the bathroom and ran herself a bath. She got undressed and the sunk into the warm water. Rose shivered; even being in warm bath water reminded her of that night. She washed herself as quickly as she could then got out and got dressed. She was looking at herself in the mirror when she here a knock at the door.

"Now who could that be?" she thought out loud. This wasn't good. The last thing she needed right now was more a anxiety. No one apart from Molly and Derrick knee they were here. Very slowly Rose made her way to the front door.

"Who is it?" Rose hesitantly asked, brandishing a saucepan.

"Why, it's Mary! I live next door- I just came to welcome you to to the neighbourhood!" the woman on the other side of the door sweetly, but excitedly replied. Knowing she was safe, Rose opened the door for her. Mary was small and round faced, with rosy cheeks and pink cherub lips. She golden hair was styled into a bun, which was kept in placed with a ribbon. She wore a demure pink dress which was dotted with white circles and squares. She wore cream coloured flats; and was wearing a golden wedding band. Behind her sweet, blue eyes; however-Rose was a familiar coldness; regrettably familiar from her mother. This woman could be like her Mother; and Rose felt at unease. However; her manners overruled her-and she smiled at the woman; who quite fas,ely smiled back.

"Do come in, M'am. I'm Rose Dawson, it's lovely to meet you Mrs..?"

"Oh! I'm Mrs Brian- but please Mrs Dawson; call me Mary" Mary replied as she followed her neighbour into the sitting room. Rose sighed, then smiled friendly at her. If this woman could be false, well-Rose could play at that game-and she was an expert at faking false contentment. She'd spent 17 years of her life acting like she could stand galas and her Mother. She preferred gala's given the choice of the two.

"Alright, but only if you call me Rose". The two sat down in the sitting room.

"I'm terribly sorry but I cant offer you anything to eat or drink you see we just moved in here yesterday evening" Rose said apologetically. She felt so embarrassed, she couldn't even offer the lady a coffee! Mary smiled reassuringly

"Oh- that's fine! I understand. The reason I came here wasn't for you to help me, I want to help you, seeing as you're new here. Are you married?"

"I'm engaged to be married, my fiancée is at work right now"

'Oh, how I miss him'

Rose thought to herself. Mary wasn't really all that pleased with an unmarried couple living together but she decided to keep her feelings to herself. Rose seemed like a respectable woman

"Oh you must be so bored sitting at home all day. At least I have a young child to keep me occupied. Do you have any interest in getting a job?" Rose was taken aback. Could Mary read minds?

"Well, yes I do. In fact I was going to go into town today and see if there's any work available". She knew that the longer she waited to go to town the guiltier she would begin to feel about not telling Jack. That's why she really needed Mary to get to the point. The expression on her neighbours face face made it clear to Rose that she was thinking of something. Rose studied her face intently trying to see if she too had Jack's gift of seeing people. The silence in the room was interrupted when gasped. Rose jumped as it sounded like the woman was in pain. The huge smug grin on her face said otherwise.

"Rose! I know where you can work!" Mary began. "There's a post office in the town square, about five minutes from here! They were looking for workers about a week ago, I don't know if they've found anyone yet but it's worth a try" Mary suggested.

"Yes.. I suppose it is" Rose replied slightly hesitantly

'No Rose, don't over think this. Jack would love you to have a job okay?'

"Well I better be going home now. Feel free to pop in when ever you feel like a chat. Speaking of which, I would love for your fiancé to meet my husband," Mary said as she and Rose made their way towards the front door.

"Would you like to come for dinner tonight?" Rose's face lit up. There was no food in their house-Mary had basically offered them a hot meal for nothing except out of kindness. She felt a rush of guilt-she hated feeling like she was sponging from everyone..money..clothes..food..even this house. But she and Jack had to eat..

"yes we would love to. What time would you like us to come?" she answered with a big grin on her face. Mary smiled

"Around 7:30? Is that alright?"

"Alright, so see you then. Goodbye, Mary. Thank you for popping in!" Once Rose had closed the door she let out a squeal of hardly concealed excitement, and raced upstairs to freshen up before, going to find a job.

Rose was wearing a simple cream dress as she walked down the street towards the post office. It was similar to the one she had worn on the 9th April. Loose fitting with a brown belt hanging round her waist. The dress was larger, as it had once belonged to Molly, but she was glad of the clothes. Molly's generosity overwhelmed her wasn't wearing any jewellery, of course, but he vibrant red hair was the perfect accessory. She walked up the street, which the post office was on. As she walked through the green door a bell rang in the shop which made the few people in the post office turn around and look at her, and made her feel very uncomfortable and self conscious as they started whispering. She held her head high and walked calmly over to the counter and smiled at a middle age woman who was frowning

"Do you have any job vacancies?" Rose politely asked her, as she leaned on the counter. The woman must have been in her late 40s. She looked down her nose, then looked back at her newspaper and flicked the page

"Well I don't know but the owner, Mr Longshaw, may know so if you would like to come through here I'm sure he would be very happy to see you". The woman said as she pointed towards a door marked Harold D. Longshaw. She nodded politely, then walked towards the door and timidly knocked on it.

"Come in" a deep voice said. Rose opened the door and peeked round the side. Harold Longshaw was short and fat, with spots and scars of acne looking lie measles on his chubby face. He ad a piece of food on his chin and as he licked his lips, it disappeared. As he stood up, his belly wobbled. "Hello, Mr Longshaw. I'm..I'm Rose and I was wondering if you have any jobs available?" Longshaw could tell she was nervous, like a shark sensing blood in water.

"Take a seat, Rose." Rose nervously made her way over to the chair opposite Mr Longshaw on the other side of his desk. He walked round and sat on the desk in front of her. His stomach jiggled, and Rose nearly gagged. This man was disgusting. He smiled in a strange way at her, like she was something to eat.

"I'm not sure that I have any jobs for you at the post office but," Rose suddenly felt nervous, recognising his tone of voice from Cal.

"I may have another kind of job for you" Longshaw said with a mysterious glint in his eye.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean" Rose nervously replied.

"well you are a very beautiful woman.. and I am a very lonely man and if you would honour me then I would pay you".

That word, honour, made Rose want to bleach out her ears her over and over again. She wanted to kill herself, like she had on Titanic. Honour..

"What?" Rose gasped. Mr Longshaw began to move his hand up the inside of her dress then he moved his face closer to hers and was almost meeting her lips with his, it wasn't what anyone would call a kiss.

"GET OFF ME!' Rose screamed she then got up and ran put the door then out the shop and eventually down the street. She didn't stop running until she got home. When she did she went up to the bedroom, crashed onto the bed and started crying.

Tears were still streaming down her delicate cheeks when Jack got home. She didn't hear him come home though, because of her cries.

'Where is she?' Jack thought to himself as he made his way upstairs. He suddenly heard sobs and cries coming from the bedroom. He ran faster and flung open the bedroom door to find Rose shaking and crying on the bed. Her dress was hitched round her waist and her face buried in her pillow.

"ROSE!"

A/N- This is our longest chapter yet! So Longshaw tried to..touch Rose. What is Jack gonna do? We know what we'd do in that situation-but what would you do? Let us know-it might influence Jack's actions :)

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