Written by rw4life
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Jack helped Rose onto the piece
of wood. He tried to get on himself, but that caused the wood to flip. He swam
to Rose’s side, shivering. As they held hands, Rose noticed Jack’s shivering
growing. She nudged him gently.
"Jack?" she whispered.
Jack looked into her eyes. "Join me?"
Jack shook his head; he knew the
wood would tip over again if he tried.
"Jack, please. Just try
again; we’ll be warmer together. Please?"
He looked into her pleading eyes
and knew that he couldn’t refuse. He gently tried to come aboard the floating
wood again. It teetered dangerously. He paused, but Rose gave his hand a
reassuring squeeze. He lifted himself further. He did it. He lay down panting
and shivering beside Rose. It wasn’t comfortable for either of them, but he
felt the warmth slowly returning to his body. She had been right.
"I’m s-so cold," she
whispered.
"W-we’re together now,
keeping each other w-warm. They’ll be back soon. They--they just--just need to
regroup. Th-that’s all."
"I love you, Jack."
"No...don’t say your
good-byes, Rose. Don't you give up. Don't do it. We're going to get out of
this...we're going to go on and die old, warm in our bed. Not here. Not this
night. Do you understand me?"
"I can't feel my body."
"Rose, listen to me. Listen.
Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me
to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful. Never let go."
"I promise. I will never let
go, Jack. I'll never let go."
They lay in silence.
"Come Josephine, in my
flying machine, and it’s up she goes...up she goes…" Rose began
singing softly.
Jack was slowly drifting off to
sleep. He chuckled gently. He felt a peaceful feeling coming over him. He
wouldn’t be cold anymore.
"Jack?" He snapped out
of his stupor. He couldn’t leave her now. He had promised that they’d get
through this together. "Jack? Sing with me?"
He began singing along, weakly at
first. Both of them were slowly growing stronger as the time passed. Suddenly,
they heard shouting in the distance.
"They’re back," he
whispered, hardly believing it. "Rose!" She smiled at him as they
both began singing, even louder this time. The boat made its way towards the
singing, smiling couple. They were both pulled out of the water and wrapped in
blankets, and they just continued to sing their song, holding hands.
Aboard the Carpathia, Jack and
Rose sat in steerage, still holding hands. An officer came by to take their
names. Jack answered.
"Jack Dawson and Rose
De—"
"Dawson," she
interrupted "Rose Dawson."
The officer walked away and the
two sat looking at each other.
"I hope you don’t
mind," Rose whispered, softly and shyly.
"Not at all," replied
Jack with a huge smile etched on his face. "Mrs. Dawson."
The End.