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

"Hello, Jack."

Jack turned around and saw Rose--the love of his life--standing behind him. It was like a dream. Earlier that day, she had told him to leave her alone, and now, she was here. She wanted to be with him.

"I changed my mind."

He smiled at her, his eyes drinking her in. Her cheeks were red with the chill wind, and her eyes sparkled. Her red hair was wildly blowing in the wind.

"Fabrizio said you might be up…"

"Shh. Come here."

He took her hand, pulled her closer to him, and then put his hand around her waist, as if he was going to kiss her. They looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Close your eyes."

She did, and he turned her to face forward, the way the ship was going. She didn't know what he was doing, but she knew that it was right to be with him.

"Hold onto the railing. Keep your eyes closed. Don't peek."

"I'm not."

"Step up onto the railing...hold on. Hold on. Keep your eyes closed."

She laughed quietly. He pressed her gently to the rail, standing right behind her. Then, he took her two hands and raised them until she was standing with her arms outstretched on each side. Rose was going along with him. When he lowered his hands, her arms stayed up...like wings.

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you."

"All right. Open your eyes."

Rose gasped. There was nothing in her field of vision but water. It was like there was no ship under them at all, just the two of them soaring, flying. The Atlantic unrolled under her, a hammered copper shield under a dusk sky. There was only the wind, and the hiss of the water fifty feet below.

"I'm flying, Jack!"

She leaned forward, arching her back. He put his hand on her waist to steady her.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes…"

Rose closed her eyes, feeling herself floating weightless far above the sea. She smiled dreamily, then leaned back, gently pressing her back against his chest. He pushed forward, slightly against her.

Slowly, he raised his hands, arms outstretched, and they met hers...fingertips gently touching. Then, their fingers intertwined. Moving slowly, their fingers caressed through and around each other like the bodies of two lovers.

Jack tipped his face forward into her blowing hair, letting the scent of her wash over him, until his cheek was against her ear.

Rose turned her head until her lips were near his. She lowered her arms, turning further, until she found his mouth with hers. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and they kissed like this, with her head turned and tilted back, surrendering to him, to the emotion, to the inevitable. They kissed, slowly and tremulously, and then with building passion.

Jack and the ship seemed to merge into one force of power and optimism, lifting her, buoying her forward on a magical journey, soaring onward into a night without fear.

The End.

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