Author's Note: unfortunately neither Titanic nor Doctor Who belong to me however if I did own David Tennant and Leonardo DiCaprio…

Anyways, don't worry I haven't stopped any of my other fics, just got the idea for this one and ran with it. It takes place post Journey's End with Rose, how? Idk there are a trillions stories where Rose stays with the real Doctor after Journey's End, just go with one of them. This was a particularly hard story to write since there are two Jacks and two Roses, but I hope I did okay

The Tardis landed and I opened the door, peeking my head out. We seemed to be in a boiler room of some sort. "Where are we?" I called back to the Doctor.

"By the looks of it an Earth ship, probably around 1900." He said, putting on his long trench coat.
"Come on, let's have a look around."

"Let's," I smiled. We linked arms and I swept a piece of blonde hair out of my eyes back into the bobby pin it belonged. We walked out to the hall of a ship as soon as we did we almost bumped head on into a couple running through the hall. They fell backwards laughing. The girl was around seventeen, with curly red hair, wearing a white dress that splayed out as she rolled over. The boy was probably twenty, with dirty blond hair, wearing overalls.

"Sorry," I said, offering my hand to the girl as The Doctor offered his to the boy. As the couple got to their feet the girls stopped laughing long enough to say.

"It's alright," She said, her face still flushed, "It's our fault." I heard footsteps running rapidly not too far behind them. "Run!"

"Here, this way." The Doctors said; the couple followed as we raced into the Tardis.

"Bigger on the inside?" the boy asked, "How is that possible?"

"Its…complicated." The Doctor said, "Just, don't ask."

"Fine with me." The man said. "But you certainly have a strange design, not a fan of Picasso are you? This looks like the stuff he's been doing."

"Oh I let her design," The Doctor lied, "You know women and their new weird…stuff. Who are you?"

"I'm Jack, Jack Dawson."

"I'm Rose DeWitt Bukater."

I laughed, "Ironic, I'm Rose Tyler." She laughed. "This useless lump is The Doctor."

"Oi." The Doctor said, "I can take you home right now."

"So who are you running from?" I asked.

"Her babysitter." Jack said.

"Shut up." Rose told him hitting him lightly as he watched through the cracked doors of the Tardis for something I couldn't see. "My fiancé thinks I should be watched at all times." She explained, "I disagree."

"You're fiancé?" The Doctor inquired, "So you two aren't together?"

Jack and Rose exchanged glances, "Not quite," Jack answered.

"But we will be soon." Rose added, smiling, "As soon as the ship docks in America, we're going to run away together."

"Go to California and ride horses on the beach." Jack said.

"Like a real cowboy," added Rose, "No side saddle."

I couldn't help but smile too, "That's nice."

"He's gone," Jack announced. "Let's get back up to your room so I can get my drawings."

"Alright," Rose said, she looked at us, "Do you want to come with? Bit odd for a couple of passengers to hang out in the boiler room."

"Sure, I don't mind a stroll, how 'bout you, Rose?" The Doctor asked.

I smiled, "Not at all." The four of us headed back out into the corridor, Jack looked cautiously to make sure the man following them was really gone; then quickly led us to the lift. We crowded in; I was pressed close to The Doctor as Rose told the lift operator which floor to go too.

"I feel a bit like a naughty school child." The Doctor told me, I couldn't help but laugh again.

"Because this is the first time we've been running from an authority." I tease.

Rose turned leaning against the lift wall, still red from running and laughing, "Sorry, but what was your name again? Doctor what?"

"Just the Doctor."

"That's it?" Jack asked.

"Yup," I said.

"Okay, then, thanks for helping." Jack smiled, "I didn't know how much longer we could keep running."

"I know the feeling." The Doctor said.

The lift stopped. We had to get off and walk for about ten minutes before getting on another one. It took us about a half an hour before we finally got to what seemed like it could be the last passage. "So what class are you from?" Rose asked, "You don't look like steerage, but most first class woman I know don't wear men's clothes."

I blushed, feeling embarrassed, "Oh, we…um…I spilt something on my dress and didn't have time to run back to my room." I lied.

"Well you can borrow one of my dresses." She volunteered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, from one Rose to another." She joked. I snorted.

"Alright, then." I agreed. We went into a very fancy cabin, very obviously first class. "Ritzy."

"Yeah," The Doctor agreed. "This must have cost you a pretty penny."

Rose shrugged, "It's not that great if you consider the people I'm sharing it with." She said, "Come on." I followed her into the bedroom. It was decorated with the art and the architecture of the time. I couldn't help but run my fingers over the jewelry that sat on the vanity.

"Here, this should fit you." Rose said pulling a fancy long blue dress from the wardrobe.

"Thanks," I said, taking it from her, after waiting for a few seconds, I realized she wasn't leaving. Of course, this was the time period rich woman and maids to dress them, nudity in front of other females must not bother them. I started undressing and noticed she picked up one of my sneakers and was examining it.

"Where are you from again?" She asked.

"London." I told her.

"You certainly don't dress like any Londoner I know." She said, "Where do you even get clothes like this? I've never seen anything like it." I didn't say anything, tying the back of my dress. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that." She said.

"No, it's fine." I assured her, "Just…you know, around." She smiled at me.

"Oh, Rose Tyler, I think we're going to be friends."

I smiled back, "I think we will."

We heard a door slam and an angry voice. "YOU!"