Written by Blackwidow80
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.

Jack walked briskly across the worn decks of the Titanic. Had it been this many years since she had sank, killing innocent third class passengers, putting the rich bastards to good use, pulling apart families who had thought they would survive? Yes, it had been that many years. Seventy-four damned lonely years.

*****

"Rose, dear, you must awaken. He is waiting…he is waiting…he is waiting…"

Rose slowly sat up in her bed. She knew it was he, calling her home, to the watery depths of hell. Yet, as she thought, it would not be hell, for he would be with her.

She could feel his warm breath on her neck. He was near, and she wished to touch him. It had been a long time since she had felt his body press against her in a relationship she could not comprehend. It was a connection. A connection between them that went farther than touch.

*****

Jack looked down the dark hall of the Grand Staircase. The music, the voices, the memories…

Nearer, my God to thee…

The notes rang in his mind as he descended the polished stairs. Then, after all the screams, all the thoughts, he changed. F Deck. It had only seemed like minutes. His spirit had traveled to that fateful deck. Then he saw it. The room. Their room.

*****

"Grandma Rose! Wake up, please, Grandma…"

Crying met the long gone ears. The spirit rose above the room, looking over the dead and the family.

Let them cry, thought Rose. I have no choice in my destiny now. I will see him.

Then the spirit turned and left, reappearing on the sea.

*****

How long ago had it been since they had seen each other? It had been a long time since the night. The night where they had felt they had committed their purpose, in that sacred room on the F deck, where they had made their connection.

Both remembered the night. So loving, gentle, committed was Jack. As they lay on the cushioned floor, he felt her in such a gentle way. As sweat rolled off his face, he felt Rose’s heart beat in her chest with anticipation as he looked into her innocent eyes. Her eyes were filled with a longing, a want, that she knew was being fulfilled.

Rose sighed. This was a love that did go farther than touch…again, the connection.

Jack touched her chest with such gentleness, such love. It made their hunger grow stronger, and stronger, knowing it must be answered. The passion, the heat--it was all brought together in one kiss. One kiss that would seal the connection. The kiss felt like it would last for a lifetime.

*****

The spirit of Rose sank beneath the waves, searching, gaining on Titanic. The water turned to a pure crystal clear as she floated deeper, deeper, to the bottom, to the once glorious ship--the great Titan of the century. Rose’s feet softly landed on the eaten away decks.

Nearer, my God to Thee…

Rose spun around, expecting to see the band. Shaking her head at her foolishness, she began walking to the main staircase.

"No! It’s the wrong way! Come back…"

Oh, to hear his voice! Rose shook the memories from her head and continued walking. Her spirit, no longer old, and of young nature, stepped down flight after flight of those glorious stairs, remembering, hearing things she had never heard or known of.

"God almighty…"

It was her mother. The bitch, thought Rose. Rose blinked away the thought and stopped. She could feel a presence. Someone was breathing close to her. She smiled and turned, finding no one by her. She kept on walking until she saw the room. Their room. Then her ears caught a sound. A heart she knew she had heard and felt before. Jack. Jack is here. She put her ear against the door. Surely he must be in here.

Rose slowly opened the door. She took a few steps in until she was in the center of the room. She looked throughout the whole room. Jack was gone. Rose floated over to a porthole on the wall. No one. She was alone. Suddenly, she felt a presence. She could feel him breathing on her neck. She could smell his cologne. She felt his heartbeat through the water. Strong arms surrounded her. The embrace was too much. Rose smiled as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"So, you want to go to a real party?"

Jack closed the door with his foot. The connection was complete.

The End.

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