𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆 ☽ titanic {tommy ryan}

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Tommy thought himself to be a lot of things, but never an idiot. At least, that is what his father would have called him if he'd have seen him flailing through the corridors after the girl he cared so deeply for. 

He loved who she was, the luck he had been blessed with was not something he was ready to let go of. He couldn't understand why she'd risk her life for a watch, but then again, he couldn't understand why the unsinkable Titanic was filling up with frigid sea water in the middle of the night.

He'd lost count of how many times he had yelled her name, certain it couldn't have been heard over the unpleasant noises coming from the deteriorating ship. She had gone off fast, and his heart sank when he saw the state of the corridor his cabin was meant to be in.

"Lucy!" he yelled desperately, only just louder than the gush of water that was closing in. She didn't respond, and he felt ill. He threw himself in the water, clumsily wading through it as fast as he could. 

Banging on the door as soon as he got there, he could feel his teeth sinking into his lower lip. "Lucy, please, are you in there?!"

"Yes!" he heard a voice cry back at him. 

"Fuck," he cursed, trying the doorhandle but failing. "I'm gonna break the door down, stay back, okay?!"

"Help me, please," she sobbed, and his heart shattered. 

The lunged himself at the door, elbow-first. He had to get her out. It barely shook the first time he tried, but when he tried again, he made a crack in it. 

His knuckes stung as the skin tore and bruised with every punch, until he managed to smash away a hole in the top-half of the door. His eyes met with Lucy's, and she jumped back into the water to rush towards him. 

"Come on," he urged, the two of them breaking off large flakes of wood for her to climb through.  She reached for him desperately, and he pulled her through, feeling her ice-cold hands wrap around his neck. "Don't you ever do anything like that again."

"I'm sorry," she wailed, clenching her eyes shut as she buried her face in his neck. "I'm so sorry."

"You are stupid," he told her, and she pulled away to look at him. He kissed her hard. "But, fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you, too," she replied, hugging him again. "Thank you for saving me."

"Thank me later, we're not out yet," he said, putting her down and grabbing her hand. "Let's go. Do not let go of my hand, Lucy Dewitt Bukater." 

"I won't, I promise," she nodded, trying to put on a brave face as they re-entered the watery maze. Having to choose from very few hallways which were not flooded, they stopped at the end of a two-direction corridor, both directions having a shut door at the end.

"Where do we go?!" she asked him, petrified. "We're trapped!"

"No, we're not," Tommy disagreed. He wasn't ready to give up. They were but metres away from one of the doors when it began to creak, and they stopped dead. Drawing Lucy close to his body as he knew what was about to happen, the two of them clung to each other.

The door burst with a loud gush, water flying at them and carrying them away with no chance of stopping. Lucy could feel herself slipping from Tommy's grasp, finding it hard to keep her head above the water when she couldn't use her arms. 

She let go, forcing her head up for breath, but inhaling a mouthful of seawater. The lights flashed and she tried to make out a figure somewhere around her, but it was impossible. 

A hand clasping her wrist, she was pulled into an inter-linking corridor, where water was flowing in at a slower speed. Looking up, she could see Tommy grasping a pipe on the ceiling with all of his strength. He managed to pull them as far as a dryer hallway, which was starting to feel as though it was up-hill.