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It was a long journey back from Santa Monica to New York. Molly rode back in guilt and silence, not even bothering speaking to her servants who she always regarded as her friends. She knew she had to go back to see Jack. It would look strange if she never appeared again, and Ruth and Annie were counting on her. Everyone was counting on her. She had never felt so dishonest. Could this possibly ever be the right thing? It would kill Jack, bringing Ruth back into their lives. Someone Jack had tried so hard to keep him and Rose, and later him and Annie away from.

Molly stared out the window of the car as the sun was beginning to set.

"Have you enjoyed your weekend Mrs Brown?" Her personal maid Carrie asked.

"Hmm," Molly replied.

Carrie looked at her mistress strangely. She was normally so bubbly, so full of chatter. Yet since they had left Santa Monica she had barely said a word. Although finding this slightly strange, she didn't pursue the observation. It had been a long journey and even people as bubbly as Molly Brown were allowed to be tired and distant sometimes.

The car bumped along the stony road until it came to a stop. They were finally home. Molly looked up at her home from the car; all the lights were still on. Everyone would be there, except Robert of course he wouldn't be back until tomorrow evening. She didn't want to go in; she didn't want to talk to Ruth. She didn't want to get her hopes up. Ruth although realising her mistakes, and living her life in regrets, still believed Rose would be there to forgive her one day. Welcome her back with open arms, even though she had put her through hell and back for her own selfish purposes. Jack as well, she didn't speak of him much at all really. When they both found out Rose was dead it was a massive blow, although Ruth had always believed her daughter to have gone down with the ship. She felt the tragic loss that her daughter had lived a few years after Titanic and she never had the opportunity for a second chance.

Thomas, the driver opened the door. Snapping Molly back into the presence, she wish she could order Thomas to driver her away from here, from this place. She forced a smile and jumped out the car thanking him graciously.

Molly went to the back of the car to help get her bags.

"You get inside Mrs Brown. We'll get them for you won't we Carrie?" Thomas stated. Carrie smiled and nodded.

"Thank you," Molly replied.

She gripped onto her handbag before moving up the stairs to the front door. She had noticed the curtain twitching before, and she knew it would have been Ruth eagerly awaiting her arrival. Sure enough she opened the door and Ruth was already there, an excited smile on her face. Hands clasped together but her body shaking in adrenalin.

"So how was it? How did it go?" Ruth asked.

"Jesus Ruth can't you at least let me get my coat off before you start with the questions?" Molly snapped, hanging her coat up on the rack.

"Sorry," Ruth replied though she wasn't very sorry at all. Molly raised her eye brow and shook her head.

Molly took her time getting herself sorted. All the time she wandered from one room to the next, Ruth followed like a lap dog eager for a walk. It was beginning to get on Molly's nerves. At the same time Ruth was beginning to feel agitated, could she be any slower? This was her granddaughter it involved for crying out loud.

"Do you want a cup of tea Molly? I could get Penelope to make some," Ruth suggested slyly, the ploy been to get Molly to sit down and speak to her about the weekend.

"No, let's not disturb Penelope. It is late after all," Molly yawned.

"Oh Molly, I simply cannot stand the suspense any longer. Please tell me about the weekend, please tell me about my granddaughter," Ruth pleaded.

Molly thought about it, the whole point of her going was so she could meet Annie. Though of course she was thrilled to see Jack again, but Ruth was desperate for family. Molly felt kind of sorry for her; she lost her daughter, though through her own fault. However Annie was her only chance to feel close to Rose again.

Molly sighed and sat down at the kitchen table, where the servants normally gathered. Ruth not caring where she was pulled the chair out opposite her and sat down too.

Molly rubbed her chin. "She's a replica of Rose. Everything about her is just Rose, her looks, her personality, her smile. Everything,"

Tears began to well up in Ruth's eyes. "Oh," She gasped putting her hand to her heart. "Did you get a picture for me?" She questioned.

"No Ruth, because I felt it was a bit inappropriate to ask for a picture of a girl I barely knew," Molly replied sarcastically.

"Oh yes of course I apologise," Ruth smiled, she needed Molly to be on her side. Without Molly she would never get to see her granddaughter.

Molly looked at Ruth; she didn't seem to understand the risks she had taken for her. She didn't seem to understand that Annie was Jack's daughter as well, and if he didn't want Ruth in Annie's life, then that was final. No matter how hard Molly tried to get him on side.

"The one thing I did notice though was her sparkling blue eyes. They were definitely Jack's," Molly added.

Ruth's smiled fell slightly, but she quickly brought it back up. Though Molly had already noticed.

"That sounds lovely," Ruth lied.

In reality she couldn't seem to accept Jack, she couldn't seem to forgive him. Ruth blamed him for all of her problems, and for Rose's death, although slightly unfair. She couldn't push these feelings aside.

"He's doing well for himself you know. Manager of his own art museum, no longer the gutter rat you and Cal once referred to him as,"

"I'm not really interested on what you have to say on Jack Dawson Molly," Ruth snapped.

Molly looked at her in shock. "Jack Dawson is your granddaughter's father whether you like it or not Ruth. If you want a relationship with that little girl, you're gonna have to start accepting Jack. At the end of the day he made your daughter happy. Even in her final days,"

Ruth still didn't agree, but I suppose she had to pretend she could give some of her time to the interest of that man. If she was ever going to see her granddaughter.

"Please just tell me about Annie," Ruth said softly.

"She's adorable. A brilliant singer," Molly thought of the conversation she had with Annie before she left. How she missed her mother, needed her mother, needed to feel close to her. She was treading on dangerous ground. She had already got Annie's hopes up; she didn't want to get Ruth's up to. Then she would really be in a mess.

"She misses Rose," Molly blurted out. "A hell of a lot, I've never seen a little girl so sad,"

Ruth bit her lip slightly, she still had heartache over her daughter, and she hadn't seen her in over thirteen years. She couldn't even begin to imagine how Annie must be feeling right now.

"What about Jack? Does she not confide in him about these woes?" Ruth asked.

Molly again had to be careful with how she phrased her wording. She didn't want to portray Jack as an unsympathetic father who didn't talk to Annie about anything, because it wasn't true. The truth was Jack was still hurting as well, and when Annie asked questions, got frustrated, pushed him away. It made him feel even more hurt.

"He's still hurting as well Ruth. He tries his best, but there are just some things he's not quite ready to talk about,"

"I bet he said plenty about me," Ruth said coldly.

"No," Molly said shaking her head. "He never mentioned you, he never mentioned Cal. All Annie knew was it was a forbidden love that found a way. He didn't even know you existed until I opened my big mouth,"

"Well that's just typical. He's trying to keep me away from her!" Ruth snapped.

"No Ruth! He's trying to protect her, and right now you're not even convincing me that you should meet her. At the end of that day its Jack decision, he doesn't know why I went down there. I went down there for you Ruth! If he doesn't want you in her life, then that's it. It's gonna take time you understand me? You can't rush these things," Molly tried to explain.

Slowly but surely, Ruth began to understand. Of course it was up to Jack, and last time they met she hadn't really convinced him that she was a very kind person. How she so desperately wanted to see Annie though, look at her, hold her in her arms. Feel close to Rose again through her.

Ruth nodded. "I understand,"

"Good," Molly replied.

"Will you please tell me more about her?" Ruth asked.

Molly sighed slightly; she really wanted to go to bed.

"Oh we can wait until morning," Ruth smiled.

"No, of course I can tell you more,"

And so the two friends talked until the early hours. About the little girl, the little Rose who could bring the joy and life back into their lives. Who could be the key to all the hidden information that had been forgotten for so long.

If only all could be so simple.

If only everything was as it seemed.

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