Hay there everybody! How have you all been? I got out another chapter! Here it is, chapter 11! Recently I got into Lés Misérables xD I love the movie and am currently looking for the novel by Victor Hugo to read :) Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! Also, I'm not really sure which of the officers were there at the church session but I'm just going to assume that Chief Officer Henry Wilde, First Officer William Murdoch and Second Officer Charles Lightoller were at the church session with the captain.

Just a friendly reminder, it is 14 April 1912! This would be the first half of 14 April :)

- Elizabeth & Jim -

Just like she had done before, Elizabeth was awakened by the sound of Jim's footsteps as he dragged his feet around the tiny cabin, changing out of his officer's uniform. He was taking off his coat when she woke. "Jim?" She called out, her voice groggy. She sat up in the bed, leaning her back against the bed frame. Jim turned and smiled at her before walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge, looking down at her with a loving gaze. "Good morning, honey." He whispered, kissing her on the cheek.

The pair sat there for many moments, their foreheads and tips of their noses touching and their eyes closed, enjoying the company of their lover. "I'd better get back." Elizabeth said, opening her eyes. "Must you?" Jim pouted, looking into her eyes. Elizabeth giggled before pulling away. "Yes, I really must. After all, I have a church session later and you need your night clothes."

"You know, I could wake you in time for you to prepare for your church session and I don't mind sleeping like this." He gestured to his white shirt and navy blue pants. "Your shirt would get crumpled." Jim responded by taking off his shirt, throwing it to one corner and smirked at her. Elizabeth was close to blushing, once again seeing his robust torso. Of course there was his undershirt but that did not do much to cover up his athletic form.

"You...you'll crumple your trousers." She stuttered, looking away. "Honey, do you really want me to take my trousers off?" He asked in a unusually sexy voice which sent chills down her spine. "Well that is entirely up to you, Jim. I am tired and I shall retire for the night. Again, good night." Elizabeth said, flustered as she quickly laid back down on the bed, shutting her eyes tightly.

She could hear him shed the article of clothing and get under the sheets with her. Elizabeth turned so that she now faced him. Jim kissed her on the forehead as he wrapped his strong arms around her petite self and embraced her back to sleep.

- Clara -

Clara woke up pretty early since she knew that she had to help Elizabeth to get ready for the church session, after which she'd probably go and find Harry on his watch. During the times she'd spent with him, she learnt that he had the 12-4 shifts and by then he'd probably be on watch on deck. It was about 7 in the morning but when the maid looked at her lady's bed, the sheets were completely untouched, showing that she did not even return to the room for the night. Clara couldn't do anything but wait and ask Elizabeth where she had been, although she was pretty sure about her whereabouts.

- Elizabeth -

Elizabeth woke up in Jim's bed for the second time that day, this time her own natural body clock waking her up. She found out that she had shifted in her sleep. Jim spooned her all night. She turned and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. Elizabeth sat up and was ready to get out of bed when a certain officer pulled her back and she giggled as she crashed back into him and now he was embracing her tightly from behind. "Where do you think you're going?" He muttered sleepily as he rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes closed. "I need to go for church service!" She said. She took a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. "Oh my!" Elizabeth immediately jumped out of bed, almost hitting his chin. The church session started at 9 am and it was already 8.45 in the morning.

"What's wrong, honey?" Jim asked, confused. "I'm late for the church session!" Elizabeth said, flustered as she quickly unbuttoned the shirt and hastily replaced it with her camisole. "It's only 8.45, Liz." He pointed out, not sure why she needed that much time to get ready. "Just help me with the corset, would you?!" She put her hands against the wall after passing the officer her corset.

Jim looked at the corset and looked at her, not really sure what to do with it as he had never helped someone put on their corset before. "Uh, darling? Why aren't I squirming in pain yet?" She asked, her head slightly turned over her shoulder "I don't...actually know how to put on a corset..." He said awkwardly. "Christ..." She mumbled to herself. "Should I go find someone to help? Like...Lights maybe? He has a wife, he probably knows how to do it." Jim suggested reluctantly, not really wanting him to see her like this, stripped of most of her clothing.

"That'd be nice, but please hurry..." She said before turning around so that she was now leaning against the wooden panel. Jim grabbed his dark blue trousers from the desk and quickly put it on before opening the door, his head poking out of his room to see if anyone was there.

Coincidentally, he saw Charles walk down the corridor with a cup of tea in his hands. "Lights!" He whispered loudly as he waved his hand. The second officer looked at Jim and brisk walked over to him. "What do you need? And please...don't yell." He said softly, still recovering from his hangover.

"Liz needs help with her corset and she's late for her church session." He said, his voice a little softer than before. "Right. And...you don't know how to put one on?" Charles raised a brow. "Well...no. I was hoping you knew, since you have a wife and all." Jim looked away, slightly embarrassed. "Well we'd better hurry then, I have to be up there as well." He said before Jim led him in.

Elizabeth stood there, pacing up and down in a pair of grey pants and her white camisole when the two men returned to the room. "Good morning Liz." Charles smiled at her politely, making a gesture for her to turn around. She passed him the corset as she took her position, palms on the wall. "And to you Lights." She replied.

Charles was efficient in lacing up the corset, fast and tight. "There you go." He said after he was finished. "Thank you Lights. Will you be there for the service?" Elizabeth asked, giving him a grin "Yes. I suggest you hurry, you have only about 5 minutes left." He commented before leaving the cabin, leaving Jim and Elizabeth alone again. "Oh Lord...Jim will you help me button up my dress?" He nodded, taking her dress from the bed and helping her into it after she had taken off his pants she was wearing.

Elizabeth decided that it would be alright for her to re-use the dress she wore last night. After all, it was not so formal looking and no one really saw her in that dress, save for Clara and the officers.

"Do you have a mirror?" Elizabeth asked after he was done. "Here." He held up a small mirror for her to fix her hair. Elizabeth quickly re-did the bun and put on her various accessories. "Thank you darling. I'll go find you later." She smiled at him before hastily kissing him on the lips and then leaving the room to go to the church service.

She was brisk walking, something pretty unladylike, down stairs and corridors when she bumped into someone. "Liz? Aren't you supposed to be at the service?" The familiar voice said. She looked up to see her father standing there with a kind smile. "Sorry daddy...I overslept!" She laughed before walking off. He watched his beloved daughter rush off before he shook his head, walking off with his notebook in his hands, jotting down notes as he went.

Elizabeth nodded politely at the steward who helped her to open the door. As soon as she stepped in, the voices of the passengers stopped singing, but the officers and captain continued as did the organist. They all turned to look at her. She felt so embarrassed as she walked over to the first bench to stand next to Molly, who willingly moved over to make space for her.

Molly held out the songbook for Elizabeth to refer to, and they smiled at each other. A few seconds later, everybody began to sing again. Will and Charles looked at Elizabeth and the three shared small grins with each other while singing.

Soon, the church session was over. Elizabeth watched as the passengers got up from their seats and took their leave. Of course, the captain and the officers were not allowed to leave until all the others have gone so they stood at their places with their hands behind their back, smiling politely.

Molly stood up and held a hand out to help Elizabeth up. "Thank you Molly." Molly looked down at her wrist and saw that she was wearing the timepiece she gave her. "I see you like the watch I gave you." She commented. "It's lovely." Elizabeth smiled. Soon, the two ladies were the only ones left in the room, except for the captain and his officers.

"Ladies, would you like to take your leave as well?" Captain Smith said, giving them a warm smile. "Of course. Would you gentlemen like to join us for breakfast? We need escorts, after all." Molly said, looking at all the men. The captain looked at his officers for an answer. "I'm afraid I have some business to attend to." The chief officer said before he excused himself.

"I've got time." Will grinned at the women. "So do I." Charles said as well, smiling a little. "Well I leave you ladies with my fine officers. First officer William Murdoch and Second officer Charles Lightoller." Captain Smith gave them all one last jolly smile before leaving the room.

"May I have your name, Miss?" Will beamed at Molly, offering his arm to her. "Margaret Brown. But please, call me Molly." She answered, taking his arm. "Liz." Charles said politely, doing the same. Elizabeth put a hand on his arm as they followed Molly and Will out of the room.

"Thank you for your help this morning." Elizabeth said softly, a smile on her lips, revealing her pearly white teeth. "No problem." He replied, leaning down a little so he could hear her better. The way to the dining hall was quiet, mostly the two of them just enjoying the sibling-like company of each other.

Molly, Will, Elizabeth and Charles were seated at a table and after they ordered their respective meals, Molly started a conversation. "So Will, got a lady at home?" She asked him with her usual cheeky smile. "I have a wife at home, Ada. Aid and I married in 1907 and she's currently expecting." Will brightened up at the thought of his wife and his unborn child. "How about you, Charles?" Molly asked the second officer.

"I too have a wife at home. Her name's Sylvia. I've got two boys at home. Frederick and Richard." He answered, him too, happy to talk about his lovely wife and children. "How adorable." Elizabeth thought to herself as she smiled, imagining two little Lightollers running around causing havoc as they went.

The rest of the breakfast was lively, Molly entertaining the three with her funny anecdotes, which she apparently had plentiful of. After the meal, Will escorted Molly back to her stateroom and Charles, Elizabeth.

"Charles, you've mentioned before that there is a photographic darkroom on the ship, right?" Elizabeth asked as they walked away from the dining hall. "Yes, there is." He answered politely. "Would you bring me there? I'd like to develop those pictures we took that day." Charles' lips curled into a smile. "I'd love to." Elizabeth, thanks to the many hours of studying the ship's blueprints, already knew where it was but she decided that she would like the company.

"Great! But we'll need to stop by my stateroom to get the rolls." She said before he nodded.

- Clara -

Clara was in the stateroom, tidying the beds, wondering where Elizabeth could be since she never came back to prepare for the church session. It was at about half past 11 in the morning when the door opened. "Liz! And...Lights...where have you been?" Clara asked Elizabeth curiously. "I was with Jim before the service." Elizabeth answered coolly. "Well...all right, I guess..." The maid stared into space for a while before going off to read her book.

Elizabeth went to the vanity table and took out the rolls of film out of one of the drawers before going back to Lights. "Let's go." She smiled up at the officer who returned her smile.

They went down many flights of stairs and corridors before they finally reached the darkroom. Charles knocked lightly on the door with his gloved hand and a man opened the door. He was in his mid-thirties and his face was dripping with sweat. He had dirty blonde hair covered by a grey ascot cap.

"Charlie!" The man said cheerfully, calling Charles. "Nick." Charles smiled widely at the man. "Who's this lovely lady?" Nicholas asked in a strong Irish accent. "Elizabeth Andrews. Call me Liz." She gave him a friendly grin and put out a hand for him to shake. "What's wrong?" She asked, concerned after he looked at her hand, unsure. "My hands are dirty, you see..." He held his hands out for her to see. True enough, his hands were stained with a mix of a pinkish-red colour and black.

Elizabeth giggled before gripping his hand and giving it a playful handshake. Her gloves were now stained as well. "Well...what is it you needed?" Nicholas asked, his grin widened after seeing that Elizabeth wasn't a snob like the other first-class passengers.

"Elizabeth here, has a roll of film here that she'd like to develop. Care to help her?" Charles said, holding up the roll of film he had taken from her un-stained glove. Nicholas looked down at his hands awkwardly and couldn't take the roll because his hands were dirty. Elizabeth took out a handkerchief from a hidden pocket in her dress and passed it to him.

He sheepishly took it after thanking her and took the roll of film from Charles. "Right. You could come back here in about two hours and it'll be ready." He smiled at the two of them, his smile lingering a little longer on Elizabeth before he retreated back into his darkroom.

Charles offered to escort her back to her stateroom, to which she gladly said yes to.

"One day, can I meet Sylvia? She seems like a really nice person." Elizabeth asked. On the way back to her stateroom, Charles went on and on about his wife whom he loved so dearly. He was never a talkative person but whenever Sylvia was brought up, it was as if he was a whole different person.

"I don't see why not." He grinned widely before they reached the room. "Thank you Lights. I suppose I'll see you soon?" She asked, giving him a sweet and friendly farewell kiss on the cheek before going back into her room.

It was already noon so Elizabeth had to ready herself for lunch. Later on, she would have to call on her father to get him to come out for lunch, if not he would stay in his stateroom all day, pondering over his blueprints and his notebook.

Clara helped Elizabeth to get ready. By the time she was done, Elizabeth was wearing a simple light lavender dress that went all the way down to the floor. It was short-sleeved, like most of her other dresses with a jewel neckline. As for jewellery, she chose a pearl necklace and a matching pair of pearl earrings. Her hair, as usual, was put up in a neat chignon bun and she used very little make-up to accentuate her facial features. She also donned on a pair of creamy white gloves that went up to her elbows.

"Well, I'm off, Clara. I'll be back soon!" Elizabeth smiled at her maid before walking out of the door. She knocked lightly on her father's cabin door.

Elizabeth waited several moments before the door finally opened. "Come in, Liz." Thomas gave her a warm smile as he stepped aside to allow her some space to go into the room. She returned his smile before walking into the room, settling down on one of the cushioned chairs in the room. "Just give me a minute, and I'll be right there with you." He said before going back into his study. Elizabeth sat there, lightly rocking back and forth. She reminded herself to go collect the developed photographs from Nicholas later after lunch.

Thomas came out from the study 5 minutes later, wearing his usual coat all buttoned up and his black leather notebook in his hands. "Ready to go?" He asked Elizabeth as he walked over to her, extending a hand to help her up. She took his hand. "Yes." She replied as the pair left the room.

"Did you receive my surprise last night?" He asked, leaning down a little so that their conversation would be audible. "Yes I did. Thanks daddy." She grinned widely and tip-toed to give him a peck on the cheek. "As long as you had fun, sweetheart." Thomas smiled back at her. "So who are we having lunch with?" She asked, a spring in her step as she walked next to her father.

"The usual lot, Molly, Mr. Ismay...and the DeWitt Bukaters." Thomas' smile faded a little as he mentioned the DeWitt Bukaters. Elizabeth. however, still had a grin on her face. She did not expect Caledon to be there, after the master-at-arms promised to take care of him.

The pair didn't speak much on the way to the dining hall and the stewards, as usual, helped them to open the doors. They met Molly on the way down the grand staircase, where the clock was currently pointed at 12.35 in the afternoon. "Well hello there Thomas, Lizzy." She greeted them with a Molly-like enthusiasm. "Molly." Thomas smiled at the lady. He offered her his free arm and she took it, laughing.

Thomas led the ladies to a table that could seat six. The others were probably not there yet. Thomas sat to Molly and she sat opposite Elizabeth. "That's a nice watch, Liz." Thomas commented, sipping on the tea the waitress just served them. "Thanks, Molly gave it to me as a birthday present yesterday." Elizabeth exclaimed happily, smiling at Molly. "You have good taste, Molly." He complimented her. "Why thank you Thomas, but actually-" Molly was cut off by a voice.

"There you all are!" The voice said loudly. Elizabeth turned, her face full of dread. Her fears were confirmed when she saw Caledon there, his hands on her chair. "We looked everywhere for you." He said, looking down at Elizabeth. He was about to take the empty seat next to her when Rose, from beside him, saw the plea in her eyes and quickly sat down in the seat. Caledon appeared a little shocked but none the less kept his cool and took the seat at the end of the table, next to Rose and Ruth sat down at the other end of the table.

After everyone was settled and had placed their orders, Elizabeth leaned in to Rose. "Thank you Rose." She whispered gratefully. "Don't mention it. After you helped me to pass Jack my note, I've owed you." The red-head smiled back. Throughout the meal, Rose and Elizabeth had conversations no louder than whispers and the two really bonded over their hatred of many things. Caviar, first-class snobs and corsets, so on so forth.

Towards the end, Caledon said something. "Well Elizabeth, it's been a real pleasure to enjoy your company during this meal." He said to spite her. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him and wiped her mouth none too gently with the corner of her napkin before she threw it on the table. "May I have a word with you outside, Mr. Hockley?" She said with a tinge of anger in her voice that was concealed pretty well.

Caledon smirked as he followed the brunette out of the room. Elizabeth grabbed his wrist roughly and slammed open the wooden door, almost crashing into one of the poor stewards. She led him out to the boat deck where there was hardly anyone there, since all the passengers were mostly in the cafes and restaurants having their lunch.

Elizabeth pushed him against the wall. "How the hell did you get out of those hand-cuffs?" She whispered loudly. Caledon chuckled, adjusting his coat. "What's so funny?" Elizabeth asked, furrowing her brows. "Oh my dear, dear Elizabeth..." He cupped her chin to which she jerked his hand off. "You seem to forget that a little money, goes a long, long way." He said, his smirk growing bigger.

"You will get your retribution one day, you bloody bastard." She spat at him before walking off. Caledon grabbed her hair and pulled her back to him. "How dare you speak to me like that, you bitch!" He nearly shouted at her. She struggled to break free out of his iron grip but it was no use as he grabbed onto her wrists instead and turned so that now he was the one cornering her.

"Let go!" She yelled. He held both her wrists together with one hand and used the other to cover her mouth so she couldn't scream for help. "Shut up!" He said angrily, pushing on her mouth with more force. Tears spilled out of her eyes as the pain started to sink in. His nails dug into her skin as he pushed even harder. He gripped her wrists so tightly she was sure that there were going to be bruises.

Elizabeth, as a last resort, bit as hard as she could onto Caledon's un-gloved hand.

Caledon cried out in pain and immediately let go of Elizabeth to cradle his injured hand. She seized the opportunity and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. It was unladylike to run but she had no choice. Gripping the ends of her dress so she wouldn't trip she kept looking back. She accidentally bumped into someone. The person didn't even flinch as she fell on him. Her hands on the man's chest, she looked up and saw Charles.

"Liz? Are you all right?" He asked, shocked to see her in the state she was in. He put his hands on her arms to stop her from falling over. Elizabeth ignored his question as she heard someone running from behind. Still in Charles' grasp, she turned and put a hand to her mouth. "Oh God." A fresh batch of tears fell down her cheeks. "Liz, get behind me." Charles moved her so that she stood behind him. She didn't protest as she put her hands on his broad shoulders, hiding behind him like a small child.

"Elizabeth, come here." Caledon scowled, panting heavily as he glared at Elizabeth. "Sir, I will need to ask you to calm down." Charles' voice reaching a low tone. "Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do." He narrowed his eyes at the officer, taking a step forward. "That's close enough." Charles said, his voice more fierce.

- Harry -

He was on watch, walking along the boat deck when he heard a commotion going on. He walked over to the other side and squinted his eyes to see Elizabeth behind Charles. Harry brisk walked over to them and tapped Elizabeth on the shoulder. She was jumpy and immediately turned. Charles noticed her movement and turned as well. "Harry!" He seemed relieved.

"What's going on?" Harry asked in a authoritive voice that Elizabeth never knew he had. "Mr. Hockley is harassing Miss Andrews." Charles summarised. "And what are you going to do about it?" Caledon asked in a threatening tone of voice, moving closer still. "I could have you arrested right here and now for harassment of another passenger." Harry said, putting a hand out to stop him, the other still on Elizabeth's shoulder.

Caledon's eyes shifted between the two officers and Elizabeth. Suddenly, passengers started to flood in from the ship and he knew that if he were to try anything, he would only be sullying his own name. "Fine." He said, looking them up and down before adjusting his coat again and then walking off the opposite direction, but not before sending a threatening glare to Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth -

All the while, she watched the scene unfold from behind Charles' shoulder. After Caledon left, she leaned against the railing, her hands going up so she could bury her face in them. She continued to sob, even louder now. "Liz..." Charles said, slouching slightly to touch her cheek. She yelled and at once, some of the passengers looked at them. "Nothing's the matter." He assured the gentlemen and ladies.

Elizabeth slowly slid to the floor, her hands trembling as they brushed past her bleeding cheeks. "Daddy..." she whispered. "Harry, go get Mr. Andrews, now." Charles said to the fifth officer who nodded his head before walking off. Charles couldn't do anything. Every time he tried to get anywhere near her, she would cower into the corner against one of the lifeboats.

- Thomas -

He was worried about his daughter, being left alone with that bastard, Caledon Hockley. About 15 minutes after she had left, Fifth Officer Harold Lowe came running in. He looked around and ran to his chair, almost tripping over his own feet.

"What's the matter, lad?" Thomas asked, his eyes full of concern. "Mr. Andrews, Elizabeth is hurt." He panted. Thomas stood up immediately from his seat. "Where is she, officer Lowe?" He asked in a firm voice. "Come this way." Harry led the way out to the boat deck.

Thomas burst through the door and looked around, spotting Charles leaning over. He assumed that was where Elizabeth was so he ran towards the second officer. "Mr. Andrews!" Charles gasped. "Liz? Liz, sweetheart, it's me." He said to his daughter in a quick yet comforting voice. No response.

He moved closer to touch her but she flinched again and screamed. He didn't care that there were many pair of eyes looking at him distastefully. He squatted down to her level to bring her out of the corner. She used her legs and kicked them wildly, flailing her arms to push him away, but with no luck. It pained him to see her this way. It brought back so many terrible memories. When she was a child, after she survived the sinking and her mother did not, she had so many nightmares that when he rushed into her room after hearing her screams and cries, she looked exactly like she did now.

Like before, Thomas could feel a solitary tear fall from his eye. Regardless of how loud she screamed, Thomas moved over to her and hugged her tightly, not letting go. After a while, she began to calm down and ease into her father's embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. "Charles, please tell Mr. Moody to come over to her room as quick as he can." He told the second officer who nodded and walked off with a reluctant Harry.

Thomas scooped his daughter up in his arms and he had been working out so she was relatively light. She didn't move her arms away as he lifted her up. Like when she was a child, he would carry her like this to his bed so that at least for the rest of the night, she would feel safe and even though she would appear fine the next morning, he knew what would happen after she went to bed. He looked down at her and his heart sank. Her hair which was in a bun was pulled out and messy as strands fell on her face. Her eye make-up was smudged by her tears and her cheeks were red with blood. By then, Charles had gone back to his watch, still a little worried about Elizabeth.

The passengers naturally made way for him and the stewards helped him to open doors. As he reached her stateroom, he knocked lightly on the door and Clara opened it shortly. "Oh my!" She gasped in shock after seeing Elizabeth. She moved over so that Thomas could put Elizabeth in her four-poster bed. "Send for the doctor, Clary." He instructed the maid.

"Yes, Mr. Andrews." She quickly curtseyed before walking off. By this time, Elizabeth was asleep, out of fatigue and Thomas sat next to her on the edge of her bed, kissing her fingers, not letting go of her hand.

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