Written by Natalie
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

Jack sketched in his book the image he saw out of the coffee shop window. It was a woman picking up her child and kissing her cheek. He drew them both in easy fluid motions and was finishing the shading when his friend across the table started talking.

"Jack, have you been listening to a word I’ve said?" James asked, looking at his best friend.

"What? Sorry, James. I was a mile away," Jack answered, coming back to his senses and focusing on his friend.

"Let me guess, you were either concentrating on your drawings, or you were thinking about that woman again," he said.

"A bit of both really, and she’s not just a woman. She was the love of my life, and her name was Rose!" Jack snapped back.

It had been seven months since the Titanic sank and Jack had lost Rose. He never found her name on the list, and he searched the Carpathia top to bottom looking for her, but he didn’t find her anywhere. He managed to scrape some money together working odd jobs, and bought a ticket back to Chippewa Falls. He felt he needed to go home after all that time and visit his friends who he had left behind, and to get over his grief.

"Sorry, sorry! I gathered she meant a lot to you, but think about it, Jack. You already told me the story. She was in first class and you were or are in third class. I mean do you really think she would have gone with you, and did you really think that it would have worked out?" James questioned his friend. He’s changed a lot since he went five years ago, he’s so much more mature. Not much fun anymore after he lost that Rose, he thought to himself.

"I know, you’re right, but God, I loved her. I never told her, and that is my biggest regret of all, James," Jack said with a sorrowful tone. He closed his portfolio and placed it on the table, and ordered another cup of coffee.

"You better be careful with that stuff, Jack. Anymore of it and you won't sleep for a week," James chuckled out. Jack started to choke on his coffee while laughing.

Outside the coffee shop an old horse and carriage pulled up and a beautiful young woman jumped off the back.

"I see Mr. Parkins is back in town, and look what he brought with him," James said, staring intently out the window at Rose.

"Not right now, James. I have to get some napkins to clear all this coffee up," Jack said, standing up and heading to the counter.

"Thank you, Mr. Parkins, for bringing me into town. I really appreciate it," Rose said, shaking his hand.

"It’s my pleasure, Rose, and if you ever need a ride anywhere, you let me know," he said, smiling at her.

"I will." Rose smiled back.

Mr. Parkins tugged on the reins and the horse trotted along forward.

James watched Rose as she waved good-bye to the carriage; he had never seen a woman so beautiful before. She was wearing brown figure hugging trousers and a baggy white muslin shirt that was tucked in. Her hair was tied to one side of her face and she was only carrying a small, old, and damaged bag.

Rose looked around and saw a small parade of shops on one side of the road and a small cafe on the other. "I could really go for a coffee right now, and maybe someone could tell me something about Jack," she thought to herself. Her heart ached whenever she thought of him. She could still remember the feeling she had when she thought he was dead, and the crying when she let go of his hand as he slipped into the water.

"Stop that right now, Rose! It has been seven months now. You have come all this way to find good things about Jack, things you never knew before. Try to be happy," she told herself sternly. Whenever she thought about him, she would break down in floods of tears, but not today.

Rose headed towards the coffee shop and opened the door. It was a pleasant environment. Not very busy, though. She decided to drink at the counter instead of sitting at a table.

Jack headed back towards the table, not even noticing who walked in. He started to wipe down the tabletop when he noticed his friend looking at something behind him. His eyes were wide with fascination and admiration; he didn’t even blink.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Jack said, interrupting the silence.

"An angel," James sighed.

"A what?" Jack replied with a giggle and he turned around to see what his friend was so infatuated with. He saw a beautiful red headed woman with Rose’s curls, figure, and stance, but definitely not clothes. Jack’s mouth dropped open.

"Excuse me, could I ask you a question?" Rose asked the waitress behind the counter.

"No problem, honey. What is it?" she asked, walking over to Rose.

"I was wondering if you knew a Jack Dawson. He was born here, and lived here for about fifteen years," Rose said cautiously. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

"Jack Dawson? Sure I know him." She looked around at the tables. "He’s right over there, the one with his mouth open," she answered, and nodded her head in his direction.

Rose was dumbfounded and shocked. She looked to her left, and nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see.

"Jack?" she whispered when she saw him. She rose from her seat the same time he did and they started walking towards each other.

Jack couldn’t believe his eyes; the love of his life that he thought was dead for nearly a year was standing a few feet away from him.

"Rose?" he said staring at her tearful eyes. She smiled when he said her name; her face went pale.

"Rose?" Jack said with a huge smile on his face. His eyes were also developing tears from happiness.

"Jack!" Rose screamed and they embraced each other, nearly falling over.

"Oh, my God. It’s you! I thought you were dead," she said, amongst her tears of joy.

"So did I. So did I. I thought I had lost you forever," he said, while hugging her even tighter. They pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes. That same love and passion burned even brighter, and they kissed. Soft at first, but harder as they remembered their love for each other. They pulled apart and continued to hug.

"God, I love you, Rose. I'm so sorry I never said it before," Jack said, and kissed the top of her head.

She looked up into his eyes. "I knew, Jack. I always did. I love you, too." He kissed her again, and they continued hugging, never wanting to let the other go.

The End.

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