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Elizabeth looked at the blueprints again and again until she knew the ship's structure like the back of her hand. She rolled up the blueprints and put them to one side before leaving the room at about 6 in the evening to ready herself for dinner. She expected Clara to be back by then.

Opening the door to the stateroom which lights were all switched off, Elizabeth heard soft sounds of sobbing. She flicked on the light switch and saw Clara in her bed, crying. Elizabeth rushed forward and knelt at the bedside. "Clary? What's wrong?" She asked, worry evident in her voice. The blonde maid stayed quiet, little tears falling out of her eyes. Elizabeth knew something was amiss.

She turned her friend over so she was facing the ceiling and was shocked. There was a bruise forming on her cheek. "Clary, how did this happen? Who did this to you?" She asked concernedly. "It's alright. I'm okay Liz." Clara said softly. "Clary, you tell me now or I'm reporting this to the Master-at-arms right this instant!" Elizabeth said sternly, brows furrowed. Clara was still silent.

Elizabeth started to walk away from the bed when a voice pulled her back. "No! I'll...I'll tell you. Just...keep this to yourself, alright?" Clara started to tell her about aunt Augustine and how she forbade her to leave the room as Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed, listening intently.

"That bitch!" Elizabeth couldn't help but yell out. "Liz, please do me one favour. Please go and find Harry and tell him that I can't see him tomorrow. I...I don't want him to see me like this... And tell him how sorry I truly am... But please, don't tell him that I have...you know. This bruise." She pointed to her face as she started to cry again. Elizabeth pulled her into her arms and hugged her tightly before nodding. "Do you need me to bring you back some dinner?" She asked while running her fingers through Clara's hair, trying to comfort her.

"It's alright. I'll call for room service. Come now, let's get you all dolled up. James will be here any minute now." Clara smiled slightly before getting up. Elizabeth had no choice but to go along with it. As soon as her earrings were on, there was a knock at the door. Elizabeth got up and gave Clara a smile, squeezing her hands before opening the door. As expected, Jim was there in his uniform, looking nervous.

"Liz!" He said happily and held his hand out for her. Elizabeth laughed at how adorable he was and put her arm on his and said goodbye to Clara, hoping in her heart that she would be all right.

As they were walking to the dining hall, Jim could tell that Elizabeth was troubled. She wasn't smiling as brightly as before and whenever they weren't talking, she would frown. He told himself he would ask her about it later as they reached the dining hall.

Elizabeth looked around the room before finding their table. They made their way over and people eyed Jim from head to toe, wondering why an officer, especially low-ranking since he was barely recognisable, was here during dinner. Sure the captain and his crew normally came down here for meals but that was normally for breakfast or lunch.

At the table was Thomas, Molly, Bruce, Ruth, Rose and Caledon. Elizabeth sat in between Molly and Jim, who was next to Thomas and then Caledon, Rose, Ruth, Bruce and full circle back to Molly.

Dinner was pretty standard. Jim and Elizabeth kept making inside jokes and kicked each other under the table a couple dozen of times and were having a wonderful time until Caledon asked Elizabeth a question.

"Ms Andrews? Pardon me for asking such a personal question but are you married to anyone? Betrothed in any way?" He asked, looking straight at her. Thomas almost choked on his food. "Not at the moment. But why ask?" She asked, looking at him with confusion. "It's nothing. It's just that...a lovely lady such as yourself should have suitors asking for your hand in marriage standing in line from here all the way to China." He laughed.

It wasn't just Jim, but Elizabeth as well who felt uncomfortable when he said that and she was even more so when she felt a leg slide up and down her own from under the table. Discreetly looking at Jim, she realised slowly that the leg belonged to Caledon Hockley.

She quickly stood up from her seat. "If you'll excuse me, I will be out on deck catching some fresh air." She bowed before picking up her dress and walking away quickly.

Elizabeth was walking out of the dining hall and out onto the grand staircase when she heard quick footsteps from behind her. Thinking it was Jim, she smiled as she turned but it soon faded when she saw that it was Caledon. He took her wrist in his hand and pulled her out onto the cold deck. She didn't bring out a coat the 3/4 sleeve of her dress didn't provide much warmth either.

"Elizabeth, you are beautiful. I've loved you since the moment I saw you. I can give you anything you want and fulfil your every wish and desire. Just do me the honour of being my beautiful wife." He said, taking out a blue velvet box out of his coat pocket and opening it to reveal a shining diamond ring.

Elizabeth was shocked and one of her hands went up to cover her mouth. "It's...it's...so beautiful." She gasped. "Yes. Just like you." He said quickly as he took the ring out and was about to slide it onto her finger when she pulled back as if she had just been burnt. "Wait! You're engaged to Rose! What do you think you're doing by asking for my hand in marriage?" Elizabeth asked, appalled at his behaviour.

Caledon sighed and put the ring back into his pocket. He then moved forward to hold Elizabeth's hands in his. She tried to pull them back but he had quite a firm grasp on them. "Look, Elizabeth, Rose and I aren't getting along very well...Now that I think of it, I'm having second thoughts about our engagement, especially with her attitude and behaviour towards me. But you, you're perfect. Beautiful, polite and most of all, you know where your place is as a woman. I like that about you." He smirked at her, eyeing her up and down.

"Caledon, as flattered as I am by your offer, I just ...don't feel that way towards you. I'm sorry." Elizabeth said, trying to put it as easy as possible then she turned to walk away. She didn't make it far as Caledon pulled her back by grabbing her wrist, but there now was no more reservations. Unlike the gentle touch he used earlier, this one was rough. She tried hard to break free but his grip was so tight that she was sure a bruise was going to form.

"Listen to me. I am perfect. You have nothing to lose by marrying me. I have money and the looks, obviously. You should be honoured!" He spoke to her firmly and fiercely, the gentlemanly air around him vanishing with every word. "Let...go!" Elizabeth continued to struggle. She was about to cry in pain when suddenly, Caledon was pulled from the back, and the shock caused him to let go of her.

They turned and saw Jim standing there, a serious look on his normally jovial face. "I believe Elizabeth told you to let go."

"You, a lowly officer telling me what to do?" Caledon laughed sarcastically. He grabbed Jim by the collar and looked at him furiously in the eye. Elizabeth tried to stop him but he was too strong. It wasn't until murmurs and whispers were heard all over the deck that Caledon stopped as he had his image to think about.

"Count yourself lucky that I'm in a good mood today, Officer." He said to Jim, readjusting his own coat. "As for you, my dear Elizabeth, this isn't the last you've seen of me." Caledon said before walking off, his nose high in the air as usual.

As soon as he left, Jim wrapped an arm around Elizabeth and pulled her to the side. "Oh my God, you're freezing!" He exclaimed as he unbuttoned his overcoat and draped it over her. "Jim, you really don't have to..." She sighed, taking the jacket back off. "It's alright, I'm resistant to cold, see?" He smiled at her, putting the coat back on her. On the outside, he showed no signs of flinching from the unforgiving cold but on the inside he was shivering. But it was all for Elizabeth so the shivers were all worth it.

"Now what?" Elizabeth said, Jim's arm still around her shoulders, holding her close to him. "I have an idea." He said, breaking out into a grin. "Come on!" He said, holding her hand and running down the deck and into the officers' mess hall.

In the mess hall was Charles and Will, chatting while eating their dinner. "Hey Will, Lights." Jim said, nodding at them. They nodded back and let their eyes rest on Elizabeth. "You do know she's not allowed here, right?" Charles pointed out. "Oh just let her off the hook, Lights." Will said, smiling at her. She smiled back.

"Lights, you have a camera, right?" Jim asked. "A Kodak No. 2 Brownie box camera, circa 1910, to be precise." He said, grinning proudly at the mention of his beloved camera. He always had an interest in photography so he bought boxes and boxes of film for the journey on the Titanic.

"Can we borrow it?" Jim asked, giving his sweetest smile. Charles' smile quickly faded into a look of horror. "And why, in the name of God would I let you two have my precious camera?"

"Please? We won't break it. I promise." Jim's face was serious now. Lights rolled his eyes. "Fine. But you are in for it if you do." He said, walking out of the room. Elizabeth and Jim were following behind when Lights turned and looked at them. "Where do you think you two are going?"

"To your quarters to get the camera?" Jim said, puzzled. Lights then burst into laughter. "You...you actually think I'm letting you anywhere NEAR my room? It's fine for Liz but not for you Jim."

"Hey!" Jim said, feigning anger. Elizabeth laughed, looking at his face. He looked like a little boy whose mother refused to get him a train set for Christmas. "We'll wait right here, won't we Jim?" She said, looking at Jim. He sighed before nodding his head.

As Lights went down the hall, Jim and Elizabeth were swinging their hands that were intertwined together as they were walking back into the mess hall where Will was.

"Since when did that happen?" Will asked, pointing his fork at their hands linked together. "Since last night." Elizabeth smiled, giving Jim a little peck on the cheek to which he blushed slightly at. "You're blushing again!" She said, laughing and pointing at his cheeks. Will saw it and started to laugh along as well.

"For the last time Liz, I'm not blushing!" He said, flustered. She continued to laugh until he put both his hands on either side of her cheeks kissed her full on the lips. Elizabeth's eyes widened and Will stopped laughing at once. At first she was shocked but she leaned into the kiss and even kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer to him.

They deepened the kiss and they whispered sweet nothings to each other between several pauses of the kiss. They were so caught up in their kiss they totally forgot Will was there at the table. Will couldn't take it anymore. He had to clear his throat a couple of times before they finally realised that they were kissing in front of Will. They were both blushing profusely and immediately jumped away from each other, thoroughly embarrassed.

At that time, Charles came into the mess hall. Jim and Elizabeth looked like two kids that were reprimanded by their parents. "What's this?" He asked, looking at them.

"They were kissing each other's faces off." Will shuddered at the thought. The second officer couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You two had best be careful. Should any of the other officers see that...let's say they won't take it well." Will reminded them. "Well, I'm here now with my camera." Charles said, shaking it up in the air.

"R...Right. Could you maybe help Liz and I take a picture together?" Jim asked, slowly recovering from his humiliation. Charles nodded. Jim and Elizabeth looked at each other and weren't sure what to do. Jim then walked forward and wrapped his arm around her waist and she, in turn tip-toed to put hers around his shoulder. The photographer smiled against his camera. "Alright. Say Brownie!"

"Brownie!" They both said loudly, smiling widely and happily.

After that, they proceeded to take a dozen other pictures with Lights and Will, serious and goofy ones were included as well. Jack, the Marconi operator, even stopped by when he was on a mini break, while he was on his way to his respective mess hall. More pictures were taken before the radio operator walked off again.

Then suddenly, someone else walked into the room. It was Harry. "What, you're all having fun down here without me?" He laughed. More pictures were taken and more 'Brownie!'s were said.

Elizabeth then looked at the time in her pocket watch and saw that it was close to 10pm. "I'd better start getting back to my stateroom." She said, frowning. She would have loved to stay with these friendly officers a while longer but she shouldn't be leaving Clara alone, what with her bruise and all. Clara and her bruise! She forgot to tell Harry!

"Harry! I forgot to tell you something that's very important!" Elizabeth said, flustered. He looked at her expectantly, wondering what could be so important. "Clara, Clara needs you. She has a huge bruise on her face and...I'm not supposed to be telling you this but she's really messed up now." She said, looking at him with worry in her eyes.

Harry's eyes widened and he took off from the mess hall running after confirming the cabin number. Elizabeth nodded quickly at Lights and Will, to say goodbye and grabbed hold of the ends of her dress and started to run after Harry. Jim looked at the officers and shrugged his shoulders before following the two.

- Clara -

Clara sat on her bed in the stateroom, hugging her legs to her chest. She was dressed in a nightgown ready for bed but sleep didn't come easy for her. It wasn't the fact that aunt Augustine had slapped her that made her sad.

It was more of the fact that she was not allowed out of the room, meaning she could not see Harry for the rest of the journey, and possibly the rest of her life. It would have been easy for her to sneak out of the room but she really respected the Andrews family and she just didn't feel right leaving the room although Augustine told her not to.

Even just thinking about it made her cry. Clara couldn't help it as tears fell from her eyes. She had already been crying for the past few hours so her eyes were puffy and there were tear streaks all over her cheeks.

Suddenly, she heard someone try to open the door by the door handle from outside of the room. Clara thought it was just Elizabeth who forgot to bring out her room key, being the forgetful girl she was so she didn't bother to wipe away the tears. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to the door and opened it. The person she expected to see, however, was not there.

"Harry?" Clara gasped. Her hand instinctively went up to her cheek to cover up her hideous bruise and looked to her feet. Harry's eyebrows were furrowed and he gently took away her hand and was shocked when he saw her face.

"Who. Who did this to you?" He said, eyes widened as he placed his hand on her injured cheek but she flinched as it hurt. "N-no one...I'm fine." She said quickly, taking his hand off her face.

At that moment, Elizabeth appeared behind Harry, Jim not too far away. Clara immediately shifted her gaze to Elizabeth. "Liz! How could you?" She asked, shooting her a hurt look. Elizabeth then looked away from her, biting her lower lip like she always did when she was nervous.

Harry then softly held both Clara's shoulders, pushing her gently back into the stateroom. They looked into each others' eyes."Clary, please. I...I love you and I don't want anything to happen to you...Please, just, tell me what happened." It actually took him quite a lot of courage to say those three words as he had never really meant those words all the other times he's said them, but he knew he should put his nerves away and be more concerned about Clara.

Clara looked away from him. "I'll...I'll tell you when I'm ready." Harry really did want to know what happened and how she got her bruise but he decided that he pried enough for the day. "Alright." He said calmly as he gave her a little smile. Clara smiled back.

Harry wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her long, blonde hair. Clara put her arms round his waist as well, letting her head rest on his broad chest since he was so tall. They stayed in that position for quite a while.

Elizabeth and Jim stood at the doorway, unsure of what to do next. "Come on." Jim said to Elizabeth quietly as he crossed over her and closed the door. She looked at him, confused. Jim beamed at her and held her hand, brisk walking down the hallway. Elizabeth was smiling instantly.

- Elizabeth -

Jim led her down many endless corridors that all looked the same and they finally reached an arch that had a sign on the wall above it. 'CREW ONLY' He continued walking but she pulled them back, rooting her feet to the ground.

"I don't think I'm allowed here, Jim." Elizabeth said, looking around as her brows furrowed. Jim burst out in laughter. She looked at him weirdly and asked him exactly what was so funny. "I took you to the mess hall just now. You weren't supposed to be there either and look how that turned out."

"Good point." They both beamed before walking down. Elizabeth eventually realised that it was the officers' quarters. The names of the various officers were written on signs which were hung up onto the white wooden doors. She had to stifle giggles at the little doodles on the signs which she could only assume was drawn on by the other officers. Elizabeth was that sure because she was positive that Lights didn't like unicorns or rainbows.

"Let me warn you that it might be a tad bit messy in there so I'm apologising in advance." He laughed, opening his own door. The sign read 'SIXTH OFFICER: MR. MOODY, JAMES-EY BOY' and she couldn't help but laugh even louder. Jim was puzzled so he looked at where her eyes were. "That's just some prank Fleet and Lee pulled on me yesterday." He explained the extra words behind his name.

"Fleet and who now?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "The lookouts. Frederick Fleet and Reginald Lee. Annoying buggers, the two of them." He replied as he shook his head. Jim then opened the door to his cabin.

Elizabeth looked around the dimly-lit room. It was fairly small, roughly the size of her stateroom's bathroom. There was a bed with sheets that were not tidied and a desk in the corner of the room with a little light on the table. Undershirts and many articles of clothing lay strewn around everywhere on the chair and the floor, making the place look extremely cluttered.

"It's...cosy." She said, softly grinning. "It's a mess." He corrected her. "I figured you could stay here until Clara and Harry sort it out." Jim said as he hastily picked up all the clothes before tossing them to one side of the room. He then sat on his bed and pat the area next to him. Elizabeth walked over and sat there.

They sat in silence for a while until she spoke up, ready to stand up. "I can't stay here. Daddy might be flexible about what time I get back to the room but he wouldn't be pleased if he found out that I stayed the night in another man's room."

"Well, who says he has to know?" Jim smirked. "My shift starts at 4am tomorrow, I could wake you before I leave." Elizabeth thought about it for a while before smiling along, resting her head on his shoulder. She was quickly dozing off when Jim shook her shoulder. "Come on, let's get you comfortable on the bed."

They readjusted their position and Elizabeth laid on the bed, Jim sitting on the side of it. She looked on as he took off his hat, overcoat and loosened his tie, hanging them up. He then grabbed a tiny pile of clothes and laid them on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, bewildered. "Since you're on the bed, I'm taking the floor." She started to laugh. "Don't be absurd!" She said. "Come up here, Jim!" She insisted. However, he kept telling her it was all right for him to sleep on the floor and things like he was being a gentleman.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes before leaving the bed and laying down on the floor next to Jim, facing him. "What do you think YOU'RE doing?" He asked her this time, looking at her, bewildered. "If you refuse to come up, I'm coming down here to join you." She smirked at him.

"Don't be ridiculous! I can't possibly let you sleep on the floor, Liz." He scoffed. "Then get on the bed with me!" She laughed. He sighed before getting up then reached a hand out so she could take it. He pulled her up and they both got into the bed. Elizabeth rested her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear. "I love you too." She mumbled, smiling.

- Clara -

"Come on. You must be tired." He said, pulling away just enough to look at her face. Harry wiped away her tears as she smiled and walked her to her bed, helping her into it and pulling the covers over her. He sat on the edge of the bed, right next to her. Clara looked up at him. "Are you leaving?" He laughed softly, pushing away a strand of hair from her face. "You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried, Clary." She giggled a little under the sheets.

Harry stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed and laid next to her on top of the blanket, but not before removing his shoes, overcoat and hat. Clara moved in closer and snuggled up against him. Harry put an arm over her to pull her closer but he was still leaning against the bed frame.

"Sweet dreams, my beautiful Clara." He whispered to her.

I hope that there was just enough fluff and drama in that chapter :) Like...I don't know. Haha. I'd like to thank Babsi Bunny for your review :) Your English is pretty fine to me :) Haha, anyway, I hope all of you enjoyed reading this chapter! Have a nice day and review if you liked the chapter! :D