Hi everyone, I know last chapter was a bit heavy so I promise this chapter won't be as dramatic. Anyway, enjoy!

I am sorry, because of everything I totally forgot to ask how everything went." Rose told Jack as she finally sat down.

"Don't worry about it." He handed her a cup of tea and wrapped the blanket more tightly around her body. "Everything went great." He reassured her. Oliver was head over heals when they arrived at the school. To make things easier for the little boy a special arrangement had been made for him. He would be known to everyone as Mr. Dawson's distant cousin. Rank was usually everything to get into a school like this. The higher up the social ladder, the more easy it would be to get in. A boy who had never seen the walls of a real school could never set foot in here. He walked close behind Jack as they made their way into the headmasters office. After an hour of talking and filling in documents it was time to say goodbye.

"Your sister is really proud of you, Oliver." Jack said softly to him so no one could hear. He gave him a final pat on the head and watched him go. Now despite everything, and a form of sadness when he spoke of her brother, he could finally see calmness in Rose eyes. She was tired nonetheless, yet she had a form of softness taking over her, something Jack had not often seen. He watched her in silence, fighting the urge to kiss her again after more than a week.

"Why don't you go to bed, Rose?" He could see her almost falling asleep and stood up to put on his coat. "Is it alright if I stop by again tomorrow? I have something to show you."

"Yes." She smiled at him. Her blanket was still wrapped warmly around her, yet dropped it as she put her lips onto his and wished him goodnight.

...

It was the next morning as dark brown eyes were staring lifelessly into the distance. Rose could see Julie's reflection from afar, a knot forming in her stomach as she slowly approached the Irishman's house.

"I've come to check on her. How is she Tommy?"

"Surprisingly alright, Angel. But we all know Julie, she hides her fear through anger."

Standing behind her friend first, then sitting next to her, they shared the silence. Julie handed her friend her cigarette, smoke burning in her throat. It didn't take longer than a few minutes before Julie dropped her head in her hands and let the tears fall freely. The way her cries sounded made Rose believe that she also was just a girl, like herself, trying to find a way in this world. She placed Julie's head on her shoulder and stroke her hair. She had to feel safe with her. Rose had to make her feel safe again. Julie's body was trembling and she slowly looked up at her friend, forcefully wiped her tears away. She cleared her throat.

"My god, look at me."

"Stop it, Julie."

"Stop what?"

"Pretending like it doesn't affect you. What that man did was horrible. You always brush everything off with a chuck and a grin."

Her friend scoffed at her and took back her smoke. "Says you. Look at us, Rose. We are both fucked up. Look at what we do to survive in this cruel world. Selling our bodies and mingling into the world of all those dandies. How is your millionaire boyfriend doing by the way?"

"Now you're just being mean. Jack is my friend like I am yours and you know that I would do anything to help you. But if you want to turn your back on me. Fine."

Tommy, who had been watching them from the other room, quickly signed Rose to come to him. He helped her outside as she tried to grasp for air. She didn't understand, yet also didn't want to understand. "Good luck with her, Tommy." Straightening her back she headed off.

...

He put a key in front of her on top of the table. It was was a small silver one, blinking in daylight that peaked through the curtains. Rose picked it up and let the object glide through her fingers. During his week in New York Jack Dawson had not only worked hard for the company, but also took his time arrange another exciting plan. He kept staring at her, a devilish grin plastered on his face, eager for her to give him any sort of response.

Rose only looked confused and simply asked: "Is this what you wanted to show me? A key?"

"Not quite. You have to come with me."

"I have to work in an hour."

"Therefore we have to go now!" He jumped up and rushed towards the door, "I'll make sure you'll be at work on time. Now come!" He took hold of her hand and pulled her with him. The looked like nothing but a little schoolboy

The car stopped in front of a building. It was a beautiful neighbourhood with the atmosphere being really calm for the city.

"Here." Jack helped Rose out of the car. Unwrapped her scarf from her neck and tied it carefully over her eyes.

"Jack what the hell?" She laughed nervously.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Why can't you just tell me what's going on?"

"Just trust me, alright." She could feel the warmth of his breath tingling in her neck.

"Alright," She nodded, "I trust you."

Gently she was being walked inside of that building they stopped in front of. They went up, her body going into an elevator. He squeezed his hands tightly as if she could collapse down onto the ground at any moment. A soft ping let them know they had arrived at the floor level. Still waggling like some sort of penguin, she eventually heard the sound of a key entering a lock. It had to be the silver one.

"Only a few more steps." Then they stopped and Rose was released from the darkness. She remained quiet, looking around the place curiously. The bright light bursting through the big windows hurt her eyes and she turned back to him.

"What is this?"

"Welcome to my apartment." He said proudly.

"Jack this isn't an apartment this is a castle."

"Now I finally have a place of my own. And you can be here as much as you'd like."

"What?" She was clearly taken aback by his sudden remark. What did he mean by that?

"Like I said. You can be here as much as you'd like."

"Don't be absurd, Jack."

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and she looked up at him. His eyes were sparkling, like an excited child, filled with wander and love. Jack hold on to his gaze to her, wanting this moment to last forever.

"I mean it." His voice turned soft, more serious as he turned her towards him. "This will be our little hiding place. Just the two of us."

"But people will see me go in and out the building. Won't that be suspicious?" She looked at her clothes. She wouldn't exactly blend in here, but she knew he meant it. It was written all over his face. Jack took her hand and placed the key into her hands. She clutched it tightly in her palm, afraid to let go of it. He kissed her passionately. For the first time, Rose didn't care about the rest of the world. Right now in this moment together with him she didn't feel any form of responsibility. The world could go on without her, and she couldn't care less.

He had shown Rose every single detail of the place before she headed off to work. The balcony watched over the park they'd sometimes meet. The ceiling was engraved with a scenery inspired by greek mythology. The windows let through every single beam of sunlight therefore making the place look even bigger than it already was. Her head was in the clouds for the whole day. But fortunately no one noticed. Her fitting appointments seemed to fly by and she was done for the day within no time. Yet a form of nervousness hit her when she stepped outside. She didn't know where she was supposed to go. Was he expecting her to be there straight away? Was it just a place to be during the day? But during daytime she was mostly at work. Her feet automatically walked towards home. Jane soon followed her and caught up with her pace.

"Rose, we were wondering if you'd like to go out to have dinner with us?"

"Yes," she agreed, "I would very much like that."

She hadn't spend much time with the other girls lately. But they were after all such lovely company to be around. They had reserved a big table at a wannabe French bistro, sharing food and having a great laugh about subjects that weren't too serious for once. Jane, who was sitting next to Rose leaned a bit closer.

"There hasbeen some talk, Rose." She said.

"About what?"

"You."

"Me?"

Her grip around her glass tightened as she took another big sip. The alcohol warmed her body, preparing herself for what might come. She could have known that people would start to talk and so they have apparently.

"Yes. Meredith said that you are leaving us."

A sigh escaped her lips, but she was now more confused than ever.

"Jane, I am not sure what I am talking about."

"You're going to work at Mrs. Dawson's house, right? As a lady's maid. We know you have spoken to her a few more times after your 'work'. That's why we decided to have dinner together, so you'd perhaps make up your mind."

Rose couldn't believe the nonsense she was hearing. They had seen her, but concluded something totally different out of it. She couldn't help but laugh, stand up and tell the girls that everything couldn't be further from the truth.

"The fact is, girls, I'll probably be slaving for Mrs. Woodbridge until the day I die. Cheers!"

Five minutes had passed before she finally found the courage to open the door. It was still early, even too early for her to be strolling around curtains were still closed when she walked into the apartment. Throughout the darkness she could still see the outlines of pieces of paper that were scattered all over the floor. She picked one up and saw a beautiful drawing of two elderly women sitting on a bench. One was holding a pipe, the other one smiling brightly. It seemed as if Jack had gone through his whole collection. Rose could recognise some he had shown her. The naked women laying perfectly organised onto one pile. Carefully, she moved through the barricade towards his bedroom. He was still in bed, sleeping too. The sound of his breathing softly echoing through the room. He looked so peaceful, so young and harmless. Rose wanted to freeze the moment and look at him forever. Jack then awoke from his slumber. Confused by the figure sitting on the edge of his bed, he lifted himself up. The duvet fell down, revealing his bare chest.

"Rose?" He asked, still half asleep. He turned on his light now being able to fully see her.

"I didn't mean to wake you." She whispered and took off her scarf and gloves.

"No that is alright. What are you doing here?"

"You're not angry?"

"Why on earth would I be angry, Rose?"

"I thought maybe you were expecting me to be here last night."

"No." He shook his head, "I am not expecting you to do anything. I just want you to have a safe space. You can come and go whenever you'd like."

"Except for when your model girlfriends are over." Rose jokingly said.

"I promise I'll warn you before hand and I will lock the door from the inside so you can't get in." He laughed, pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply. He shot up from the bed, rushed towards the kitchen and came back with two cups of coffee.

"I do have to hurry." Rose said as she took the drink out of his hands. "I have to be at work in half an hour."

"Same for me." He took a sip followed by lightening a smoke, "I have to have a call with that Hockley, you know about what I told what happened in Pittsburgh."

Rose raised an eyebrow, not understanding the situation. "But I thought he was in Boston, that's why you were back so suddenly."

"What do you mean, Rose?"

"I saw your friend miss Huntington walking with him through the park on Saturday, right before everything happened to Julie."

He remained quiet for a while, scratching the back of his head. "You didn't know?" Rose asked worriedly.

Jack soon came to the realisation that he couldn't confront Amelia. If he told her he knew, she'd know about his contact with Rose. He could already sense the gossip that would frolic around their people. It was quiet when he arrived at his mother's home. With only the servants greeting him, he assumed he was alone. Mrs. Dawson peaked her head around the corner of the drawing room.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

'Good to see you as well, mother." He greeted her.

"Well now you are here you can have some tea with us in the drawing room and maybe cheer up your sister a little bit."

It was not also Cecilia he saw when he entered, both miss and mrs Huntington as well as his grandmother greeted him warmly when he entered.

"Jack, darling, now you're standing could you please hand me another pillow. My back is killing me." His sister put out her arm for him to hand it to her.

"I think you're being very brave, Cecilia," Amelia told her, "I might believe you are in a lot of pain."

"Wait until you have to push it out, how brave will you be then?" Old Mrs. Dawson jokingly said and signed for Jack to come sit next to her.

"Thank you, grandmother, for that wonderful prospect."

The old lady turned her attention back to her grandson. "How is the apartment coming along, dear?"

"Just fine, gran. It's basically already finished. I had some men come over to retouch some things whilst I was in New York."

He moved closer towards Mrs Dawson and lowered his voice. The other ladies were too busy with their own conversations that he couldn't be heard above them.

"I've shown Rose the place already. She likes it very much." He told her. His grandmother gave him a look of warmth but worry and gently placed her hand on top of his.

"I am glad to hear that darling. Only, be careful as you are slowly starting to play with fire. You must know how to handle the heat."

"We're just good friends, gran. Remember?"

"Sure, darling. If you say so."

Jack soon left the room and took his car back to the office where he did make the call with Mr. Hockley. Of course he claimed that he had never been to Boston. He couldn't just leave the office, they'd miss him too much. Or so he claimed. Jack slammed the phone back onto the horn, frustrated with the situation the company was still in. How were they ever going to get the money back after Ernest's big mistake. He hadn't heard from his brother in quite a while. The last thing he knew was that he had left to visit a friend's estate in Long Island. Where they had for sure hired a group of young women to keep them entertained. He was the last to leave the building that night. It was already past ten O'clock, the streets empty for the most apart from a few last souls drifting along. The lights of a cab blinded his vision for a moment, before he could cross over to the other side of the road. Slowly walking towards his new home, he enjoyed the views of the neighbourhood.

To his surprise, it really was her when he came back. She looked up at him from the couch, where she had been casually waiting for him.

"I hope you'll be some better company to me than this encyclopedia," She laughed before putting the book back down. She jumped up rushed over to greet him with a kiss.

"This is lovely surprise to get home to."

"I thought I might take that key to a test. Unfortunately it doesn't work from the inside, so I can't get out."

"Dear miss Smith, my apologies for the inconvenience. I'll let someone have a look on it, but in the meantime may I offer you something."

She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as their kiss deepened strongly. He was moving his hands over her body, hers over his. A soft moan escaped her lips as, in the heat of the action, the moved closer to the bedroom. She removed his coat and the rest until his naked upper body was revealed. But then reality hit her hard, the past creeping up from out of the darkest shallows of her mind.

"Stop!" She suddenly said and pulled back. Jack was clearly taken aback by the turn of events. He was breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down quickly.

"Rose?"

"I can't," She whispered, "I am sorry."

"You're right," He grabbed his robe to cover up his bare chest, "We might be going too fast. It was never my intention to upset you so."

"No," She shook her head heavily. "I mean it's not that I don't want to, Jack. It has nothing to do with you. It's just that I cannot do it because of what happened. It would ruin you."

"Then what happened?" His sense of worry was starting to grow stronger by every second that passed.

"You don't want to know."

"But I do. What can be that bad that it would ruin me?"

It couldn't be hidden no more. Rose had to come clean to him for there was no way out. It took a while to collect her thoughts. Looking over at the door, he'd definitely follow her if she ran out. Jack sat down on his bed, staring at her patiently.

"Just after my mother passed away," Rose began, "I had a hard time balancing everything and we were in a desperate need of money, even more than now." Her voice was shaking, "The truth is that I have given myself to someone for money."

"You really think Rose, because it's not your first time that I wouldn't want you?" He asked.

"That's not the worst part, Jack. It was George, the same man who did this to Julie." The sentence silenced him and she watched him stand up. He did not walk towards her, but only lit up a cigarette and stared outside the window. it had started to drizzle. Tiny raindrops fell onto the window, blurring his vision.

"Now you can't say that it isn't bad. You must think I am vulgar." Her voice sounded softly behind him.

"Rose, that is absolutely not what I am thinking. What I am thinking is how messed up it is that we live in a world where you have to do such things because you think it's your only way out. It's the past, Rose. I bet if I tell you what stupid things I have done throughout out the years, you wouldn't even want to have known me."

"So you're not angry?"

"Why would I be. I only hope you won't have to do it again. Come here." He pulled her close, resting her face against his chest and kissed the top of her head. She listened to his heart beat which was surprisingly calm and steady. He lifted her chin up, his eyes meeting hers and softly said: "Let's just lay in bed, alright? Tomorrow is a new day."

She crawled up close to him. There were no expectations just the two of them lying in each other's arms waiting for the next day to arrive. Jack listened to the sound of the rain as he watched her slowly drift off into a slumber. How could she ever do something wrong in his eyes, he thought to himself.

"I love you." He whispered softly as he traced her cheek before falling asleep himself.