Author's Note: Hope you're enjoying so far! Just a little note: I've never lived in any American states besides New Jersey, Maine, Florida and New York (I'm an East Coaster…) so sorry if there are any inaccuracies when it comes to geographical and/or historical facts. I probably won't go into much detail about scenery, anyway… I hope no one minds.

~Jillianna

Disclaimer: Chapter One.

The train pulled to a stop around four in the morning, April 22nd, three days after Jack and Rose boarded in New York City. Rose's sickness hadn't lessened and coming to a rumbling stop and being jerked awake during an already unmerciful sleep didn't necessarily help. She groaned as she sat up, rubbing her temples and wiping away the red hair that seemed glued to her face, due to the excess sweat that covered her body.

"Memphis, Tennessee!" the conductor yelled, pacing up and down the platform as Rose closed her eyes and willed the throbbing in her head to go away. "Memphis!" Jack sat up, stretching his arms before turning to look at Rose in the dim light. "Not feeling any better?" he whispered, feeling as though he had to speak quietly. She shook her head. "Worse, actually. What time is it?"

Jack looked around the berth before smiling. "If we arrived on time, it should be sometime around four in the morning. It is April 22nd, isn't it?" Rose nodded slowly before sudden realization hit her. "We're here?" Jack nodded, his grin growing as he stood and pulled on his trousers. "Memphis, Tennessee."

Rose frowned as she stood, utterly confused. "Memphis, Tennessee? Why Tennessee? Why so far south?" Jack's eyebrows furrowed. "I came here once when I was about eighteen… It seemed like a nice enough town. Besides… Don't you wanna see more of the world?" Rose shrugged. "As long as I'm with you."

"Good," Jack smiled before pulling on the shirt he'd worn every day for the past week and buttoning it up. Rose reluctantly picked up the dress she had lain on the foot of her bed and grimaced as she looked at it. "We need new clothes," she muttered, stepping into the dress and smoothing the wrinkles. She bunched up the skirt of the dress in her left hand, attempting to mask the several tears in the fabric.

Jack frowned before taking a look around their berth. "That's it, isn't it?" "I've never traveled so light in my entire life," Rose commented. Jack nodded. "Neither have I. I've always had my sketches with me." He held out his hand to Rose, who took it gratefully.

"Memphis!" the conductor shouted again, and Jack opened the door to their berth, jumping down before turning to help Rose out. She groaned quietly as her feet touched the ground and squeezed her eyes shut, willing away a wave of nausea. Jack put his lips to her forehead before leading her away from the train and out onto the street. "You should see a doctor," he told her, hugging her close to his body. "You've got a terrible fever."

Rose nodded, relying on Jack to keep her upright and moving forward. "But first, we're gunna find a bed and breakfast where we can stay and you're going to get some sleep." Rose grunted in agreement as she felt her stomach rise into her throat. This time, she couldn't will away the nausea as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the empty sidewalk, emptying her stomach onto the ground in front of her.

In an instant, Jack was kneeling next to her, holding her hair out of her face and rubbing her back gently. "You're okay," he whispered in her ear. "You're okay…" Rose swallowed hard and looked up at Jack. "Thank you," she whispered back.

Seeing that Rose didn't seem to want to stand, much less walk, Jack cradled her in his arms and began carrying her down the street. All the while, Rose tried to reason with herself that she wasn't pregnant.

It wasn't that she didn't want a baby; it was just that she and Jack were young, in love and unmarried. Wouldn't a child change all that?