I was walking along the deck, my arm slung around Jack's shoulders. Both of his arms were holding his side where he was bandaged, and he was walking with somewhat of a limp. I was making him laugh, trying to make him feel better after that horrible thing that stupid Cal had to do to him. Ironically enough, we ran into him.

"Oh, you poor thing." Cal said with a horribly fake sad face, the pouty eyes and everything.

"Leave him alone, Cal." I said calmly. Jack had a furious look on his face, like he was about to throw Cal overboard. He said nothing, though.

"I'm only trying to show sympathy. Can't I show a little sympathy for the guy, my little rosebud?" He said, cradling my chin.

Uncomfortable, I tried wiggling out but he held on with a firm grasp.

"Get your filthy hand off my Rose." Jack said, pushing his hand away.

"Don't start with me, Dawson." He said, moving closer to his face, causing Jack to back up and nearly fall over.

"Stop!" I shouted. "Please!"

Cal and Jack turned to look at me and stopped in their tracks.

"Sorry, Rose." Jack went over to me and put his arm around me, then winced right away and held his side again.

Cal had a glimpse of a smile on his face.

Although an annoying mixture of hatred and furiousness were stirring around in my stomach, and I felt the desperate need to punch Cal Hockley in the face, I ignored everything I felt and kept on walking with Jack.

It was silent while we were walking after that; to break it I asked Jack what was wrong.

"Why would he even care, Rose?"

"What?"

"Cal. I took you away from him, that's why he stabbed me right?" He said with a wince. I rubbed his arm.

"Most likely...but why?"

"That's my point. If he abused you and clearly only engaged to you for your money, then why would he care?"

"Wait, why do you say that? Are you after me for my money?" I was tense. I actually believed what I said for a second there until Jack looked at me with the most horrified look ever.

"Why the hell would you ever think something like that?"

I was embarrassed. "I don't know." I said quietly. I kissed Jack's cheek. "I guess you're right about Cal though. The first time he saw me and supposedly 'fell in love with me' I was dressed up beautifully, high-end and uptight...oh that was a long time ago, though."

"The first time I met you, you were about to commit suicide and you had mascara running down your face." He laughed. "The first time I SAW you though, you were standing at the deck looking out at the ocean and you looked georgeous." He said in a loving tone.

I smiled. "So YOU were the person staring at me!"

"Yes!" We laughed.

I brought my voice down low then, playfully whispering in his ear. "You want to know something?"

"Sure." He whispered playfully back.

"I thought you were pretty handsome when you were staring at me." I smiled and he smiled back.

"How nice." He said, and before I could laugh he kissed me.

I sighed, afterward leading a small but content pause. I whispered to myself, under my breath.. "I am so glad he is still alive."

"What?" He asked me.

"I was just telling myself how glad I am that you're alive." I smiled. "You could've died two horrible ways and you survived both. I'm guessing you can survive anything, huh?"

He opened his arms wide to address himself. "Just call me Man-Of-Steel!"

I laughed and he put his arm around me this time.

"What about your scar?" I asked concerned...I didn't want it to hurt again.

"It doesn't sting as much." He smiled. "You'll know when it does." He said, kissing my cheek.