I am so, so sorry! I haven't updated in forever! I know, I'm horrible. I can't promise the next time I will be able to update, as I don't have my own computer at the moment. Anyways, I will shut up and let you read. Please review!
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Rose and her children walk into the small Wally-world. Jack and Jill laugh and bounce around until they come to the fruit and vegetables section where a blond man is stacking apples. His layered hair was slightly messy and parts of his bangs were falling into his bright blue eyes. There was something very familiar about this man. Jill spins in a large circle and accidentally bumps into the man, making the crate of apples fly out of his hands as he topples to the floor. Rose rushes over, scolding Jill as she hastily picks up the apples.
"That was very clumsy of you, Jillian! Say you're sorry!" Rose orders her daughter. With and arm full of delicious red apples, she goes over to the shocked man and offers her hand. "I'm dreadfully sorry, sir, my daughter wasn't paying attention."
"That's alright," the man says as he gets up. "No harm done," he smiles and takes the apples from her. No hint of recognition shows in his eyes, although Rose is quite shocked.
"Jack?" Confusion washes over his face.
"Yes? Do I know you?"
"I'm Rose. From the Titanic? I thought you were dead! I watched you sink into the Arctic!" Rose pulls him into a hug and he awkwardly pats her back. Pulling back from her he takes a couple steps back.
"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. You must have me confused with someone else. But hey, it's great you survived that! I heard all about it! So many people died."
"Mommy, he looks like us!" Jill says loudly, pulling on Rose's dress.
"He does have quite the resemblance," JR says shortly, crossing his arms across his chest like Cal does. Jack falters, looking between the children, and then he sets the apples in their designated spot.
"Okay, this is a bit freaky, and sure, we look a lot alike, but I don't know either of you, now if you please, I have work to do."
And then he stalks off, leaving behind three shocked strangers. They finish their shopping trip and go home. Cal is sitting on the sofa reading a medical book, and Felicity is sitting in the arm chair pulling out the book Alice's adventures in Wonderland to read to the children. Rose sits on the couch next to Cal and stares at the wall, thinking.
Was it really Jack? It had to have been, they looked exactly alike, and he said his name was Jack! But Rose saw him sink to the bottom of the Arctic ocean, frozen solid. She wants so bad for it to be her true love, whom she met on the ship that she thought would be the end of her life. In more ways than one.
"What's bothering you, Rose?" Cal asks, glancing up from his book.
"Oh, nothing. It's just, today at the store, there was a employee that looked exactly like Jack. He even sounded like him! Do you think that he survived? Maybe another boat had found him and was able to revive him!"
"Rose," Cal's face is long. "That isn't possible. That's some Captain America stuff there. It isn't real. It must have been your imagination."
"Yeah, must've been,"Rose sighs. 'It's just that I miss him so much,' she thinks. She gazes sadly at her children, whom sit happily around Cal's girl, listening to the exciting story she is telling them.
The next day
Jill and JR hop out of bed early in the morning. They discover that no one else is up and about, so they decide to have a little fun. Putting on their coats over their pajamas, the tip toe out the front door, which Cal forgot to lock the night before. Giggling, they venture down the dark road and head into the town after the ten minute walk.
"Excuse me sir, but could you please tell me the time?" A smiling Jill asks politely to a man with short brown hair and a funny looking mustache that curled and tickled his rather large nose. He pushes his spectacles up the bridge of his nose and reaches into his brown vest, pulling out a silver pocket watch.
"I say children, it's only seven A.M! Where are your parents?"
"At home!" The twins pipe together and quickly run off before the man can catch them.
"Hey Jill, look at this!" JR picks up a stick twice the size of his small hand that is shaped like a 'y' and a string off of a cart. He ties the string to the stick and picks up a pebble from the ground. He sticks a small part of his tongue between his lips in a look of concentration. He pulls the string back, placing the pebble on it, and lets it loose. The pebble flies into the air and knocks a woman's big hat off of her head. But the funny part is, her hair, or in this case, her wig, falls off as well, leaving her bald.
With a mighty shriek the woman quickly bends down and pulls on her wig and hat. "Who did that?" She shrieks through her hair that she put on backwards in her heist. She parts her hair and spots the laughing children, and she points. "You! You two, come here this instant!" She bellows.
"Uh oh.." the children stop laughing and take off running, the woman chasing after them.
"Come back here, you miserable little brats!"
"Oh no! She's going to get us!" Mocks JR as he laughs and grabs his sister's hand, bolting down the road. The dive into some crates and hide from the angry woman. She stops in front of the crate and huffs, her hands on her hips. Looking around with a puckered up, angry face, she turns on her heal and storms away. The twins giggle and JR leads the way back into the semi-busy area. JR spots a police officer on the corner of the street and raises the sling again. But this time, right as he shoots the pebble he picked up, a hand catches the pebble. Slowly they look up to see the man from the store smirking at them.
"Oh no," whispers Jill.
"And just what do you two think you're doing?" The man asks as he bows down at them a little, still smirking.
"Playing?" Guesses JR.
"You aren't going to tell our mother, are you? She will be very angry," says Jill.
"I won't tell if you don't,'' says the addressed man. The children give him a curious look before he flings the pebble from his fingers and as by coincidence, hits the same woman from before, knocking her wig and hat off once more. Again she shrieks and looks around, but the man had already skipped up the children and bolted down the alley way.
"Oh mister! That was amazing!" Jill laughs as he puts them down.
"It truly was! I'm Jack Jr. by the way, and this is my sister, Jillian," JR introduces.
"You may call me Jill, though," Jill pipes up.
"Very nice to meet you. I'm Jack Dawson,'' Jack shakes their hands, unknowingly shaking the hands of his own children. JR and Jill have already figured that out, as they smirk to each other.
"You'll stick around, won't you? I do believe that my mother would enjoy your company as much as we are," proposes JR.
"Well..."
"Oh please, mister Dawson! Us Dawson's have to stick together!" Jill pleads.
"Us Dawson's?"
"Oh, yes, our last names are Dawson. We are named after our father, our mothers long lost love from the Titanic!" Jill explains, a dreamy expression on her cute face. Jack smiles and pats her head.
"Sure I'll stick around. But we should really get you home. Your family must be worried sick."
"Awww!" The children complain. Jack smiles, warming up to them as he follows their instructions to their home.
There you have it! Please review!