Time Change Everything (Titanic Fanfic) ON HOLD

Chapter 7

Jack's POV

I watch as the small boy plays with his father aboard the 1st class deck.  A coat and hat lay on a lounge chair close by.  Making sure no one can see me, I climb over the rail and grab the coat and hat.  Carefully, I slick my hair back and I go to find Kate.

Luckily, after only minutes, I spot her, talking with Mr. Thomas Andrews, the designer of the ship.  I stand by a lifeboat, hiding myself without looking too conspucuous.  Now, I wait.

Kate's POV

"Please, Mr. Andrews, tell me, what would one do in the event of an emergency?  There aren't enough boats for even half of the souls on board!  Who would be allowed to enter the ships?  I honestly hope they won't be set according to class.  That would be aweful!  Cruel, even.  How-"

"Hold on, Miss. Green.  When I asked for you to wait to ask questions until the end of the tour, I wasn't aware that you would be so inquisitive!"

"How about, I write them all down for you and have them sent to your room.  I don't think I have time to get all of my answers," I say, chuckling.

Mr. Andrews laughs and agrees, leaving me to stand, alone, in the middle of the deck.

Suddenly, a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into a room, which looks like a very fancy weight room.  Before I can scream, lips gently press against my nose and I realize exactly who it is.

"Hi," he says.  I frown, tears welling up in my eyes.

"What's wrong?  What did I do?  Are you hurt?  I didn't mean to scare you," he worried, gently holding both of my arms in his hands, checking me over to see if I'm okay.

"I'm fine Jack.  I'm- I'm not allowed to see you anymore."

"What?  What do you mean?"

"I-" I start, taking a deep breath.  "My boss says he'll throw me in jail, maybe even kill me if I talk to you, or for that matter, anyone on this ship.  I'm sorry.  I don't want to listen, really, but I just don't know what else to do."

"It's ok, come here, it's ok," he says, drawing me to his chest and running his fingers through my hair.  "I won't let him hurt you."

"I can't.  I dont want to listen, but you truely don't know this man.  He would do anything.  Hell, he would kill my parents who I haven't even talked to since high school.  Once you get on his bad side, he finds a way to destroy not only you, but everyone you know.  There was this one girl that worked for him, and he litterally poisoned her, killing her unborn child and causing her husband to kill himself.  I can't risk the lives of everyone I love."

He stands there, in silence, still holding me.  I pull away, almost at the same time as he does.

"I'm sorry," he says, bringing a tear to roll down my face.  "I'm so sorry.  I didn't know that I was putting you in any danger.  I never would've come today if I knew I would hurt you."

"It's not your fault Jack.  It's not anyone's fault.  It's just- just stupid rules."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too."

After a long minute of silence, I grab his hand and squeeze it.  Then I leave.  The minute I reach my room, I break down into tears. 

I didn't want to do it, but I did.  The first guy I have actually ever got to look at me, and I just let him slip between my fingers.  I cry for how I must've hurt Jack.  I cry for how I don't want to leave him.  I cry because of my sexist, evil boss, that doesn't seem to give a damn about anyone except for himself.  I cry because I am in love.  I cry because I am miserable.  Because I can't be happy.  I cry because it's cruel. 

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I wake up in my bed, slowly wiping away the last trace of tears.  Suddenly,  a thought comes to mind, and I smirk, amazed at how great my brain is.  On my way out the door, I grab a scarf and wrap it around my wrist.

Running as fast as I can, I scour the deck for any sign of Jack.  Finally, just like in that movie, there he is, at the very front of the boat.  I smile and silently walk up and lean against the rail beside him.  I keep my eyes on the horizon, which, when I look, makes me realize that there really isn't much of a setting sun.  It looks to be about 5:00 PM.

Jack looks over at me, startled by my presence.

"Hi." I say.  He doesn't respond.  "I have found a loophole to this rule."

Jack tilts his head, confused, and finally, I turn my head towards him, but my eyes are closed.

"What are you doing?  I'm not that hideous, am I!" Jack jokes, playfully nudging me.

"Of course not!  But, the exact words my boss said were 'you can never see him' while I'm on the ship.  Fine then.  I have a solution."  I hold up my scarf.  "Can you help me?"

"Are you serious?" Jack asks, laughing.  He takes the scarf and wraps it around my eyes.  "That's a shame.  I like your eyes.  They're pretty."

I blush and walk towards his voice.  "Where am I going?" I ask.  As soon as the words are said, Jack places his arms around me and guides me away from the rail.

"Thanks," I reply.  We walk for a while, and I can hear some of the passengers around us question our sanity.

"Alright, we're here."

"Where's here?" I ask, leaning into his chest.

"Your room," he answered, leaving me and unlocking the door.

"Oh, God!  Where'd ya go?" I say in mock panic.  He laughs and pulls me into the room, grabbing my waist to keep me from running into the doorframe.

"I'm right here, Kate," he whispers.  Then, just as soon as he came, he disappears.

"Oh shit!  Common!  That's not funny!  Jack?"  No answer.  I smile, and walk backwards, leaning against the door for support.

"Where are you?" I whisper, hoping he can hear me.  Suddenly, I feel hands on my waist.  I laugh as he kisses my nose, which has kind of become our little signal for each other's presence.  Then, the unexpected happens.  His lips come in contact with mine, making me gasp.  He tongue lightly sweeps over my bottom lip, requesting entrance.  I accept, slightly opening my mouth.  He dominates the kiss, putting one hand behind my neck and grabbing onto a few strands of hair at the nape of my neck.

My arms weave around his neck as the door disappears behind me and I feel it replaced by soft sheets and a comforter.  Jack's warm breath travels down my neck, the skin tingling, causing large amounts of dopamine to flood my system.

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Dopamine: a chemical associated with pleasure

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I feel him reach for my breast, and I gasp when he gently squeezes.  Somehow, my dress seems to disappear, and we end up under the protection of the bed sheets.  Jack looses his shirt.  I loose my bodice.  The scarf is long gone, and I now realize that there is no chance at keeping to the rules.  Jack moves his lips to my breasts, kissing and slightly sucking.  All the while, he kicks his pants off, leaving him in only his underwear.  I gasp as his lips come back up to mine, both of his hands molding my breasts.  The- um- lower half of his body, begins to grind against me, making me moan.  I want him.  I want all of him.  And that, my friend, is exactly what I get...