Titanic II: Revival (REVISING!)

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I didn't tell Dr. Johnson that I was taking the rest of the day off, nor did I think that I needed to. He poked and prodded Jack as if he was nothing more than an experiment. He was much more than that. I learned that the night we stayed up in his room. He told me all sorts of things, his childhood, his family, the Titanic, his passions...

"Drawing..." I muttered to myself as I laid on my back in my large bed.

I quickly stood from my spot, walking over to my desk and grabbing a blank notebook from one of my shelves. I then rummaged through the drawers, before finding a small wooden box full of pencils.

I took the box and the notebook, and marched straight out of my room. I looked down the hall, making sure Dr. Johnson was not out and about, before quickly jogging towards Jack's cell.

I approached the metal door, looking through the small window to see him wrapped in a thick blanket, wet and shivering.

I sighed, before scanning my hand on the metal plate. Surprisingly, the door opened. I had thought that Dr. Johnson completely locked me out of every room except mine.

The minute I pushed the door open, Jack stood from his bed, and backed away from me. He had not realized that I came alone.

"Shh... it's okay Jack. It's just me." I said in a calm tone, shutting the door behind me. "I'm here alone."

His jaw shook as he slowly walked back over to his bed, sitting in the edge. "T-they tortured me." He mumbled. "I knew they were gonna t-test me b-but not like th-that..." he tried to speak through his jitters.

"I know...I tried to do everything I can. I-"

"I blacked out. I completely fainted. The cold water, i-it brought me back to the night of the sinking. I was there again. In the water with you..." he told me, his shakes finally calming down.

"Me?" I asked in a confused tone.

"Oh, s-sorry. I forget sometimes that you're not her... You guys are just so s-similar..." he said, sniffling.

I sighed, before attempting to lighten the mood. "Hey! I brought you something." I said, walking over to his bed and taking a seat beside him. On my lap, across my thighs was the notebook and box of pencils I had brought him. "These are for you."

Jack's face lit up as if it were Christmas. I haven't seen him smile such a smile. Ever.

He removes the blanket from his shoulders, before taking the notebook in his hand. He opened it, his shaking hands and fingers running through the pages gracefully. He then set the book aside on the bed, before taking the wooden box in his hand.

He opened the lid, smiling down at the wooden pencils. He shut the box quickly, putting it on the notebook before wrapping his arms around me. Only then did I realize how cold he really was.

"Thank you." He muttered into my shoulder. I did not hesitate to hug him back. It was the first act of care and affection he had been shown since he woke up three days ago. But it was not going to be the last.

"Don't thank me." I say, pulling away from the embrace just enough to speak to him face-to-face. "I'm just trying to make your stay here at Johnson Labs the best it can be."

He laughed slightly, before completely letting go of me and grabbing the box. He lifted the lid, taking a sharpened pencil in his hand. He then flipped the notebook to its first empty page, and began to dance the pencil across the yellowish-white page. I watched at his shoulder, amazed that even when he was cold and shaking, he could still draw masterpieces.

What felt like seconds later, he had finished his drawing. Across the page was a realistic picture of the Titanic at a dock in New York. I can tell by the Statue of Liberty in the background.

I was moved by the picture so much, it brought me to tears.

The Titanic never made it to its destination in New York.

"I like to think of what my life would've been like if I made it to New York. Rose would have gotten off with me. We would've been together." His finger then pointed at two passengers of the ship, walking down the plank together as they waved goodbye to the passengers who were not getting off. One of them looked like Jack, and the other passenger looked like me. "That's me and Rose, getting off the ship."

I leaned my head on his shoulder, sighing as I took the masterpiece into my hand. "I'm sorry." I whispered, gazing at the extreme detail he put into my great-grandmothers young face. A tear rolled down my cheek, and onto the sleeve of his shirt.

"I'm learning to cope with it." He said with a sigh. "Of course, there have been nights where I haven't slept. Actually...I think the only time I've been unconscious since first waking up was when they froze me in the pool." He laughed, before looking down, his blonde hair falling in front of his green eyes. "I only knew her for a few days anyway. It's not like we would've lasted." He ripped the page with the drawing on it from the notebook, before tearing it in half. "My life is here. And I need to accept that."

My heart tore into two pieces, along with the drawing. "Jack! Don't do this to yourself. It's okay to grieve!"

"Grieve over what? I should be grateful, shouldn't I?" He stood up from his bed, pacing in front of me as the threw the drawing onto the ground. "Grateful that I was brought back to life after eighty-something years! Grateful that I am a test subject! Grateful that my Rose is dead!" He walked over to the metal door which left him trapped in the one room. "Grateful that I-" he made a fist. "CAN'T." He punched the door once. "GET." Twice... "OUT." He punched the door one last time, causing me to jump to my feet and run over to him.

I took his hands in mine, to see that the were bloody and bruised. He was lucky he did not break his knuckles.

"Jack stop!" I told him as he was about to punch the door again. I took his face into my hands. "You're strong!" I told him.

He shook his head, before falling to his knees. The young man sobbed into the palms of his beaten hands.

I fell to the floor with him, taking him into my arms and holding him tightly. He cried into my shoulder, as I tried not to cry into his.

I needed to save Jack Dawson from the hellhole we were both trapped in.