A/N: I'm aware that I've the neglected the diamond and Fabrizio for quite some time. However, I first wanted for Jack and Rose to get back together. The next chapters will be more around the diamond and Cal (though not exclusively of course). Now for sure, Jack hasn't forgotten his friend.

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The following day Ruth was the first one awake. At first she was a little confused of the surroundings, but then she remembered that she was now in Boston in her friend's house. Dimly Ruth sat up in bed. The other inhabitants didn't seem to be in any hurry.

There were no noises outside, just quietness.

Ruth and Lettice had both been in the same boarding school in New York, as was Jocelyne, Lettice's younger sister. She had become pregnant out of wedlock at age fifteen, the supposed father being a servant, who was fired immediately, not seen afterwards. The scandal had shocked the whole family. Jocelyne had given birth to a girl, who – odd way of showing remorse – had been bestowed with the name Isabella, after the most stern Isabella of Castile, called the Catholic. As sure name she was given her mother's – Mansfield.

Jocelyne's parents had taken the child away from her, as soon as it was born, Ella never knowing that it was actually her mother, who was visiting her. They had told her that she was family friend, watching her every step so she wouldn't tell her. Many years later, when Ella was already eight, Jocelyne had married a man, named Matthew Lamartine and they both took Ella in now to live with her. That was, when she had heard firstly that she was actually her mother. It was only for the short time as both had died in a tragically accident, less than two years later, but surely the most exiting one for Ella. Matthew even vowed to adopt her, but both were killed before he could. The grandparents dead already, there was no one left other than the spinster aunt, Lettice, still not having found a husband.

Only then had Ruth heard of Lettice again, having lost contact with her after the scandal. They had exchanged many letters, though hardly ever visiting. Lettice had never met Rose personally, but she knew how much Ruth had cared about her.

Lettice had mentioned yesterday how much she looking forward to her niece's wedding. Ruth knew that Ella was one of her last relatives left, other than a distant cousin being an attaché in Hong Kong. She however, had soon gotten the feeling that Ella herself wasn't so eager to marry. Lettice loved Ella dearly and Ruth had always known that she had secretly never approved of her sister's fate and her parents taking her child away. She had just been an obedient not daring to speak out against them.

Now she thought she was doing something good by marrying Ella off to the next best man.

I can't let her face the same destiny as her mother – she had written in one message to Ruth.

Ruth sighed and reached for the small bell on her nightstand ringing on it.

Grace was knocking only seconds later. She was always the first one up, having already prepared some breakfast for the ladies and gentlemen of the house. As a good servant, she knew what was estimated from her.

"You called, madam? What may I do for you?"

"I want you to help me get dressed," Ruth pointed to the wardrobe.

While Grace was tying up her corset, Ruth thoughts were once more wandering around to her daughter. She found herself standing on the Titanic again, in her stateroom, the day she had warned Rose not to visit this boy anymore. Honestly Ruth couldn't even remember his name.

After Mr Hockley had had him arrested for stealing the diamond, she hadn't seen him again. Of course he must've died with the rest of the passengers and with her daughter.

Ruth felt the corset drawn closely around her body.

Rose had always been reluctant to wear a corset and in a way Ruth could understand her. Indeed it wasn't the most comfortable garment, but it was necessary, when wanting to be dressed up properly.

'Everyone is wearing one, so I don't see any reason why you shouldn't,' she had commented on her daughter's objections every time.

"Is this too tight, madam?"

Ruth stiffened.

"No, it's alright."

Grace moved over to the window, opening the curtains.

"It seems we're going to see the sun a lot this week. I hope it'll stay this way until the wedding," she got out speaking more to herself than to Ruth.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, madam?"

"No, thank you," Ruth shook her head.

"Fine then, I'm downstairs to finish the breakfast, before every else is up," she said before closing the door again.

Ruth walked over to the window, looking out. She could see a young mother with her baby underneath and the father close behind. The whole family clearly knew how to amuse themselves.

Whatever would've looked Rose's child like?

Hastily she wiped away an upcoming tear, deciding that it was time for breakfast.

…

Rose and Jack hadn't gotten much sleep last night, Rose having finally decided to open up some more. They had spent half of the night talking and not surprisingly were worn-out.

Jack smiled at her, both sharing a kiss, before standing up.

Rose's hair was still blond, but with strains of red already showing.

"Let's hope that your usual colour is back soon," Jack spoke up. "I like your red hair much better."

Rose grinned at him.

Her stomach began to growl, reminding them both that they hadn't eaten in a long time. Jack was handing her a dress, wanting to help her in it.

"No, not like this," she stopped him.

Jack looked at her confused.

"The corset," she explained. "It's first…"

Jack wondered at little bit, but still assisted her.

While working for Mrs Pearson Rose hadn't worn one, the men coming to her always complaining how long it took for them to untie it, too long. Mrs Pearson had just forbidden her to wear one shortly after.

With some trouble at first, Jack finally managed to tie it up behind her back, though leaving her some air to breathe.

"Thank you," Rose gave him a kiss of gratitude on the cheek.

Rose noticed Jack's perplexed expression.

"Ah, I know it's stupid, but I simply feel naked without it," she felt committed to explain.

"It's alright," Jack only answered.

The manners of a lady set up into her since infancy, now any other reaction would've surprised him more as he how realized. Rose may have chosen the life with him, but it was understandable that she wouldn't forget everything she had learnt previously just during the night.

Rose went over to the window, Jack following her.

Just as Ruth did, they too were watching the same young family beneath.

"Look," Rose pointed out to Jack, who moved his hands around her chest from behind resting his head on her shoulder, while both watched the couple beneath.

"They seem to have quite a lot of fun," Jack got out.

"Sure…," Rose mumbled. That wasn't what she had wanted to tell him. "Jack, what would you think of having a…uhm…family? Would you like to have one?" her eyes were questioning him anxiously.

Jack thought for a moment, before responding.

"You mean with you?" he was trying to annoy her, but there was unmistakably a smile behind his face. "Now I could think of something more delightful," he added in his best fake snobbish accent.

"Oh you," Rose started tickling him. "You're so evil."

Jack had quickly stopped her tickles, placing a kiss on her forehead. He grabbed her arm, the other turning around the doorknob.

"Come on, let's go and get you something to eat."

…

Downstairs, Ruth, Roger, Lettice and Ella had already gathered to have breakfast. Ella silently prayed that Jack and Rose wouldn't come down any time soon.

Roger was meanwhile boasting around about his company to a very quiet Ruth, who only nodded now and then. She really wasn't interested at all in his business. Such things bored her to death. Still she didn't want to be disrespectful. Roger was babbling on endlessly, wearing not only Ruth. He not only possessed the same habit, as Cal did, to think of himself as the master of the universe – Rose's words – he too was angry for having lost his Lygia. That fury very much paid of now.

Suddenly Ella couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out of house.

"Mrs Dewitt Bukater?" she choked out, interrupting her fiancé, who didn't look like he was very pleased.

Obviously Roger liked nothing more, but to hear his own voice. Ella couldn't care less.

"Would you like for me to show you around the city?" she asked her.

Ruth was stunned for a moment, but even more so Lettice and Roger.

"I'd love to," Ruth finally answered.

Lettice nodded in appreciation. It looked like her niece finally understood now to act like a real lady. She indicated her approval to her. Ella smiled. She knew that it was wrong to leave her in the dark about her daughter being alive.

But I can't just tell her without Rose's permission, now, can I?

Still she felt cruel. It wasn't right to keep them apart.

Ella managed to get Ruth out of the house in time, before Jack and Rose showed up.

…

When Jack and Rose finally came down the others had already left, save for Roger, who had decided to work at home today. Much to his surprise he saw his Lygia suddenly entering the kitchen. Jack was still dressing up.

Roger smiled, while Rose at first didn't recognize him.

"Ah, my eyes really didn't deceive me."

Rose turned around alerted at hearing the voice.

"Why, hello, my dear. I didn't think I would see you again," he moved closer to her, Rose starting to feel uncomfortable. "Long time to…"

Before anything further could happen, Jack had come into the room as well, walking over to Rose and giving her a kiss in front of him. Roger was stunned for a moment, but then rolled his eyes in both disgust and slyness. As Jack was standing with his back to him only Rose noticed the smug smile on the face…already fearing the worst.

"So you've found yourself a girl, Mr Dawson?" Roger asked in a tone of voice that Jack couldn't really make out as friendly or mean.

He drew Rose closer to himself, instantly sensing her discomfort around him.

"Yes, Mr Lindsay, this is my fiancée," his tone told Rose that Jack wasn't very fond of him either.

"Pleased to meet you Miss," he kissed the palm of her hand.

Jack watched both of them suspiciously, immediately getting the impression that something was going on between them. Rose was nervous, her palms being covered with sweat.

Rose on the other hand only wanted to get out of here, but knew what Jack would do to him, if she told him the truth. She didn't want him to be accused of anything. So instead of doing so, she faked some headache, tripling over, knowing Jack would catch her in time.

"Thank you," she grinned aware of Roger's angry eyes behind them.

'I don't like to be rejected.'

Rose pushed that thought off of her mind or at least tried to. Now with Jack she surely didn't have to fear him anymore.

"So I guess we better take the breakfast upstairs," Jack said to Roger taking something from the table, as did Rose.

Both didn't mind, especially Jack, who finally knew he had got to tell her everything about Cal, Fabrizio and the diamond…