Written by Christa P.
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

"Can I take your name please, love?"

Rose looked at him. "Dawson. Rose Dawson."

"Thank you."

She looked back at the Statue of Liberty. A real sign of freedom...

*****

"We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all."

"No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now, not to anyone." Rose looked at her granddaughter, Lizzy. "Not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know that there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved." She closed her eyes, and opened them again. "I don't even have a picture of him. He now only exists in my memory."

*****

Brock Lovett was standing at the railing of the Keldysh, thinking about everything Rose had told them.

After a while, a crewmember came up to him, and said, "Brock, someone phoned you. He said he knew something about the diamond. I asked him to come, and he agreed. He will arrive tomorrow morning."

"What was his name?" Brock asked.

"He didn't say it," the member answered.

"Thanks," Brock said shortly.

The crew member went away and left Brock alone, thinking again.

He thought about the phone call now. Could it be...was it possible that...but someone would have found out. He didn't tell Rose, in case he was not right...in case it wasn't who he thought...

*****

Rose was more tired than usual as she went to bed this evening, so she quickly fell asleep.

This night she had a dream she had never had before.

It was dark, almost black. Then, she saw something and recognized that she was going down to the wreck of Titanic. She passed over the endless forecastle deck, almost like she was flying. She emerged in a corridor on the right side. It began to change. Bright daylight fell through the windows on both sides and the rust faded away. She was on Titanic from 1912 again. Rose turned left and a steward opened the door.

Rose was overwhelmed. She was standing at the bottom of the grand staircase. But she wasn’t alone. There were the people who had gone down with the ship. Fabrizio, Tommy, Mr. Andrews, Trudy...

She went up the stairs. And there he was–standing with his back to her, facing the clock, like he had done this night so long ago.

Jack turned and reached out for Rose's hand. She looked at her own hand. She was seventeen again and wearing the dress that she had worn at the steerage party–but it was pure white.

Rose took Jack's hand and stepped up to him. He smiled and she smiled back. Rose closed her eyes and then they kissed with such a passion like they had never been apart.

The people around them applauded, but they didn’t even notice. They were in a world where only they existed, a world where they would be never apart again...

*****

Old Rose woke up the next morning, feeling lonelier then ever. She sighed and got up. Breakfast would be served in thirty minutes.

Her thoughts went back to the dream. It had been so wonderful.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Rose said.

It was Brock.

"Good morning. Please hurry. I have a surprise for you. But before this I have to tell you a story. Yesterday we got a phone call from someone who also knows about the diamond. He is on deck and I think you..."

He couldn't say more. For such an old lady, Rose was very quick out of the room, still in her nightgown.

When she reached the deck, the helicopter was flying away. On the deck were standing a few people, including a man, who didn’t look older than Lizzy, and a man who looked even older than herself.

The young man reminded Rose of Jack. He had blond hair, a lanky build, but his eyes were brown–not blue like Jack's been.

Old Rose stepped closer to them, the chill wind playing with her long white hair.

The old man looked at her. His hair was as white as hers, his face and his whole body looked so old–but his eyes, his deep blue eyes, were full of life, yet there was a painful sadness in them.

Rose was now standing in front of him, looking into his eyes, fascinated.

"Hello," she finally said, and reached out for his hand.

When he shook it, she felt something going through her whole body she hadn't felt in such a long time. She looked again into his eyes–and so did he. Their eyes met.

And suddenly, Rose realized. These were the same eyes that she had looked into eighty-four years ago, full of love.

"Jack?" she whispered hopefully.

He stared at her, amazed, surprised; he felt every feeling that could be felt.

"Rose?" he finally said, tears in his eyes. "Is it you, really you?"

She only nodded. And finally, after so long a time, he held her in his arms again.

"How can this be?" Rose asked.

"I don’t know. I don’t know. And I don’t understand why I couldn’t find you on the Carpathia. We were so close together on that ship. But now we are together again. That's all that matters now, right?"

"Right."

They kissed, and it was like a dream.

*****

Jack and Rose married the same day on the Keldysh. Jack died on April 14, 1998 and Rose followed him one day later.

The End.

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