Never Alone (Titanic) (Oneshot) (Caledon x Jack)

Never Alone

A/N: So this fic was inspired by another fanfic I read called Role Reversal by whativebeenwaitingfor. I thought it was a really intriguing idea, to have Rose and Caledon switch places, and also I think it would be nice if there was more slash in Titanic fanfiction. So I ended up writing this. Although this is just pre-slash, covering the first time Jack laid eyes on Caledon and Caledon's suicide attempt.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a fan of the movie.

Know that your cold and hurting soul is never alone...Never Alone - 3JS

Jack was enjoying the warmth of the sun as he sat on a bench, drawing in his leather bound sketching pad. It was his most precious possession and he was fond of all the drawings he had created using the pages of the sketchpad and charcoal. The sketch he was drawing now was of a father, who stood supporting his little daughter as she stood on the lower rung of some railings. It was a warm family scene and Jack was content when he viewed the finished sketch, feeling like he had captured their bond perfectly. Behind him, he vaguely heard his friend Fabrizio talking to another man about the ship.

Jack only looked up from his sketch when he heard the man make a scathing comment about the first class. The man was glaring at two porters who were walking some dogs around the deck. The man had an Irish accent, curly hair and a scowl on his face that did not detract from his good looks. Jack eyed him appreciatively, but he could already tell this man was not like him and besides he was not Jack's type. Still, he responded with a wry comment. It would be nice to make a new friend. The man replied to Jack's comment, then introduced himself to Jack and Fabrizio as Tommy Ryan. Jack glanced across the deck and upwards, his gaze settling on a handsome dark haired man who was standing at the railing of a higher deck. There was a good distance between them, the man standing in a position high above his own. The man was dressed in a tailored grey suit, every strand of hair on his head kept neatly in place. He had fine hazel eyes and carried himself with a proud, arrogant air. He was definitely from the first class, and likely a few years older than Jack was. Jack found himself captivated by this attractive stranger. He wondered what the man was thinking about, as he saw the man's gaze was focused on the water that lay below.

Jack did not notice Fabrizio nervously look at Jack and then at Tommy. The Italian man was relieved to see that Tommy's eyes were once again trained hatefully on the sight of the dog walking porter. Fabrizio knew that Jack was a free spirit, and he also knew that Jack was attracted to men. It was fine with Fabrizio, who thought of Jack as the cheerful, daring younger brother he had never had. Besides, he had been reassured by Jack that he was not interested in Fabrizio. A fact that made Fabrizio feel relieved but also slightly affronted, although he was not quite sure why. Although Fabrizio did not care about Jack's choice of bed partner, he knew he was only one of a select few who did not care. It would be very dangerous for Jack if anyone else found out. Jack was usually careful, discreet about his taste in men, but Fabrizio could tell there was something about this man that was different. He had not seen Jack so easily lose track of his surroundings before, and it worried him. He had the sense that something would go wrong, and it would be Jack who would end up in trouble.

Jack was surprised when the man's gaze shifted and fell on him. He was embarrassed to be caught staring, but that did not stop him. Jack could simply not tear his eyes from the dark haired man. The man looked away, which made Jack feel disappointed, but that disappointment faded away when the man suddenly looked at him again. Perhaps there was something there. If the man had not been interested at all, then he would not have looked again. Then Jack saw a beautiful young lady in a gown which was covered in lace appear behind the man. Her vibrant red hair was pinned up with a few curls framing her face. She rested a hand onto the man's arm, and spoke to him. The man pulled his arm away from her, and although Jack could not hear what they were saying it was clear they were having an argument. Eventually the man appeared to give in to her demands, and he stormed away, with the young lady following him.