Jack had gone out for look for some other job in the city, leaving a note to Rose that he'd return in the afternoon. They had spoken about it beforehand.

'I don't think that it's a particularly good idea, if I keep on working for Mrs Mansfield. That is considering her close relationship with your mother.'

Rose had had to agree with this.

Still he could've told her, before he left. A little note was not what she expected to get from her husband of two days.

Jack surely didn't mean to hurt me.

He'll return soon – she tried to convince herself, standing up as well and putting her clothes on, this time leaving her corset, since there was no one to help her in it and she wasn't about to wake her mother. Jack never tied it up as tight as Ruth did.

Leaving her hair down, very unladylike in fact, she preceeded down the stairs.

…..

Luckily she was the only one up.

Not very surprising, considering the time...

Jack indeed wasn't from her old world, leaving when it was still dark outside. She had never been up on weekend at this time of the day and if so, at weekdays she had been fully dressed already. Rose laughed slightly to herself. Her mother would get the shock of her life, seeing her like this.

Past six am…and I already miss him.

She was about to get a glass of water, when she heard something behind her.

"Good morning."

Rose jumped around at the voice, desperate to hide her anxiety, tightening the clothes around her body.

Could he see through them? Notice her naked bosom underneath?

Clearly I would...

Roger, quite aware, of now tense he was making her, stepped around to take a plate from the cupboard.

"Nervous?" he asked her despite knowing the answer.

Rose shook her head, hands trembling. Her body was betraying her words.

"Good, because you know, you don't need to. I only want your best, Lygia."

Rose growled inside, when she heard him calling her this. Hopefully Jack found another work today, something that would earn them enough money to buy a home on their own. The sooner they were out of here the better. Roger moved aside, accidentally touching her chest.

"Sorry," he mumbled though both knew he had done it on purpose.

He sat down at the table, clearly aware that he was being watched.

"Why don't you come and sit down here with me, Lygia?"

If I say no, he'll know that I'm nervous.

Not wanting to give him that triumph, she took a seat on the otherside of the table, careful not to get too close to him. It didn't help much. As soon as she had moved down, she felt his hand on her thigh, shifting around uncomfortably.

"You know, I've heard of your problem," he started, while Rose looked at him confused. "Or should I say your husbands?"

Jack?

What did he know about Jack?

"I don't think this is any of your concern," Rose told him angrily in her ladylike voice, moving back with her chair.

Roger grumbled something under his breathe. He'd rather be married to the woman sitting in front of him than the stupid, dull and moreover boring Ella. At least Rose was pretty good in bed, something that mattered very much to Roger. He didn't think much of talking.

Before he got further to touch her, Rose had jumped up from her seat.

"Oh and by the way Mr Lindsay, I would very much appreciate it, if you'd call me by your real name – Mrs Dawson," she told him trying to sound as harsh as possible, hoping he'd stay away from her.

The hell I'll do. You're too sweet, to just let you go and be with someone like Jack Dawson. You together with him would be a waste...

Roger smiled, listening to her footsteps moving away. When he was sure that she was at the door, he spoke up again, aware how much he would surprise her.

"So you don't want me to help you get the diamond back?"

Like expected Rose stopped, dead in her tracks, turning around.

"I beg your pardon, what you just say?"

"You understood me very well," he moved up as well coming to stand in front of her.

If only he could...

But she had stepped back, before he got a chance to reach her robe.

How come that he knew about the diamond?

"I heard you talking with him," he answered her unspoken question. "And now you're surely aware that I've good contacts everywhere…I mean you know how familiar I'm with Mrs Pearson…anyway I'm sure I could make out a deal with her…"

Now, well, the deal he had already made. Anyone important would profit from it, which meant anyone but Jack Dawson.

'I don't really see, how I can benefit from it,' Mrs Pearson had said, but quickly smiled, when he had mentioned the outlines of his plan.

'Now that's quite evil, Mr Lindsay, tsk tsk tsk…,' she had started pretending to lecture him '…devious, in one word just how I like it.'

Both had laughed wholeheartedly and Robert, who had watched them from behind had once more asked himself, why he was still here.

"No thanks," Rose said sharply stepping away again.

It was bad enough that he knew about her problems, but she wouldn't let him blackmail her or whatever else he had wanted to do.

Despite her refusal, he knew how to do business with her. He wasn't about to give up.

"Cheers to you!" he said once she was out drinking up a whole glass of champagne.

At least something good that was left from the otherwise annoying wedding.

…

When Jack returned Rose was half asleep again.

"Hey, sleeping beauty…," he nuzzled against her ear.

Rose slowly opened her eyes, dimly remembering the incident with Mr Lindsay, but she pushed it back, feeling Jack's arms around her.

He smelt faintly of alcohol.

"Have you been successful?" Rose asked wondering about Jack's attire. It didn't seem like him to get under the dangerous influence of alcohol.

You're making a mountain out of a molehill. Surely it was normal for a man his age to have a beer or two once a day. And Jack isn't Cal. He wouldn't get really drunk.

"No, not really…they're some jobs yes, but not the ones that I would want to do now, with…," he stopped himself.

He couldn't say it right?

He had been working at the harbour before; he had worked as a bartender late at night, with men around that Rose in her sheltered life probably didn't even know existed…exactly why he couldn't do it now. Rose deserved better.

Rose looked at him, wondering what he had been trying to tell her, but decided not to dwell on it

He'd tell me, if he wants to.

"Not the right one for you?"

No, but not the right one for you…

He smiled grimly, Rose gently touching his hand.

"I love you, Jack. You know this? And you're not the only one, who has got to be strong. I can work too," she grinned at him.

"It's not this…"

"Fabrizio?"

Jack slowly nodded. Still it was only half true. When he thought about the people, not only in this city, he never wanted her to work at all. She was a far too delicate flower to do. However, he was aware that he couldn't tell her.

"Jack, you know that it's not your fault…Cal he is…he is…well he is Cal…"

"I might take the one at the harbour," Jack spoke up again, quickly changing the subject.

"Great…that's good…," Rose encouraged him.

You wouldn't say that if you'd know what people are usually spending their time there.

"You're far too good for me," Jack told her, kissing her slightly.

Rose kissed him back, putting the awkward feeling that was coming up behind her.

Now, what do you think? Jack needs to be a little less perfect I believe. I hope I do him judgement. But I'm so tired of the perfect Jack/Rose relationship.

Special thanks to AC and Notagainstdarkside for reviewing!