Time Change Everything (Titanic Fanfic) ON HOLD

Chapter 5: Kate

Kate's POV

Jack Dawson.  He even looks exactly as he did when I watched the movie.  That damned movie was based on a true story.  And I almost slipped up.  He was alive, and he was going to die in less than three days.  It is almost eleven o'clock on April 10th, 1912.  In two days, the ship will hit the iceberg and Jack will die.

I lean my head against the bathroom door.  I decide that if I really am going to meet Jack, I must look my best.  I relieve myself of the horrific dress and ease into the warm water that sits in the wonderful luxurious porcelain bathtub provided by the White Star Line.  The water begins to relax my muscles as I wash my hair, my body, and shave, all in a matter of twenty minutes.  I want to also be well rested tomorrow.

Still in a towel, I copy the information that I wrote on my typewriter into my phone on a document that I could access in any time period.  I then slip into a white, fluffy robe that I had found in the closet of my bedroom.  The bed is nice, the sheets cool against my skin.  I want to stay here forever.  With that thought, I drift off into the large abyss of my dreams.

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The hall light glares through the door, making it impossible for me to sleep any longer.  I don't remember what I'm suppose to do today until I see my diary on the nightstand.  It is opened to the page that I wrote last night about Jack.

In less than five minutes, I am rushing out the door, my hair done in a quick braid and my yellow dress slightly wrinkled from being in the suitcase.  Luckily, it begins to air out while I'm running across the deck.

When I reach the back of the boat, I see Jack, waiting.  Just as he'd promised.  He isn't facing me, so I walk up and lean against the rail as he's doing.  He turns to me, but I keep my eyes trained on the horizon.

"I thought you'd forgotten," he says.

"The only thing I forgot was the time.  I woke up ten minutes ago."  He laughs at this.

"Care to walk with me?" he asks.  I nod and start the conversation.

"So, why did you ask me here today."

He takes a deep breath and quickens his stride to match mine.  "Well, I guess I just wanted to talk to you.  You seem like a very interesting girl and I was just curious as to why you are on this ship in the first place."

"Basically, you want me to tell you what that thing was that I was holding."

Jack slips his hands into his pockets and looks at me innocently.  I laugh.  "Honestly, it's probably better you don't know."

"Why not?"

"You won't believe me."  I look down at my feet and pretend to be very interested in my fingers.

"Try me."  My head snaps up and I am surprised by his response.  

"Do you want the truth?"

"Of course I want the truth," he says, kind of surprised I would ask such a silly question.  I take a deep breath.

"I'm not from here," I whisper.

"Neither am I.  None of the people on this boat lives in the Atlantic Ocean," he says, jokingly.

"No!  No, you don't get it!" I exclaim.  I bury my head in my hands, yet I continue to walk beside of him.  Jack looks at me and puts an arm around my shoulders.  He leads me to a chair and we sit.

"I'm not from this time," I whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"You must think me insane!"  My voice cracks, but I laugh sadly instead of cry.  "But it's true.  I'm not from this time period.  I'm from the future: 2020.  I am a seventeen year old sophomore in college.  I skipped two grades; one in elementary school, and the other in middle school.  I came to document the maiden voyage and the sinking of the RMS Titanic.  This is a possibly suicidal mission, and I, personally, came to save as many people that I can from the sinking.  I came here to do that, and if I die in the process, then so be it."