Hey! I just wanted to post this old fanfiction that I have no inspiration to continue. I wrote a few chapters, so enjoy what I have done! I may write something to wrap it up later on though.

Jack's POV

Jack sits boredly at the desk. He is supposed to be drawing a picture of the Titanic, but all he can think of is Katherine and their kids, Lucy and David. They had gotten tickets for the Titanic's return from New York to London. God had spared them, but damned all the people on the Titanic to death. He takes off his cap and groans in frustration. IT'S TOO HARD.

"I can't do this, Crutchie! Theys- thems drawins impossible!" Jack hisses. Crutchie limps over to Jack. He is reasonably short, and leans on a crutch. His business coat is formal, compared to Jack's outfit which appears to haven't even changed from the strike, all those years ago.

"Heya- Jack, yous can do it!" Crutchie cheers on. Jack smiles.

"Yous too goods of a friend," Jack laughs, "well I'ma go, I bettah get back to Katherine and the brats." Crutchie chuckles.

"Yous have fun doin' that, I'm heading to Sara. I can't leave 'er with her brothers for too long," Crutchie says with a laugh. On his way out, Jack finds a watch. He leaned down and examines it. He hasn't seen no watch before in his office, besides the one he owns. And it wasn't the watch he is wearing on his wrist. He shoves it in his pocket and walked out. He walks down the street, passing some newsies.

"Extra! Extra! Titanic sinks and millions of peoples dies!" the newsboy is shouting. He is about twelve years old. Jack finds a dime in his pocket, and holds it out to the kid. The kid looks at it with such admiration.

"That'd be-sa… five papes?" the boy says in shock. Jack shakes his head.

"Just one. Keep the change," Jack says, and took the paper from the boy. He smiles, feeling good. He was once a newsie, just like that boy. Heck did the strike change all that. He is close to Pulitzer's estate, where Katherine and the kids are staying. He opens the gate with the key and walks up to the tall mansion. He knocks.

"It's me, Jack," he calls out. The doors swing open.

"Jack Kelly, sir, your wife and children are waiting upstairs," Hannah, Joseph Pulitzer's secretary, greets him. Jack nods and walks upstairs. He finds Katherine in her old bedroom with their young children. A small girl with dark red locks runs up to him, holding a doll.

"Papa!" she squeals, "Grandpa gave me this!" Jack bends down and smiles.

"What's 'er name?" Jack asks.

"Cosette," Katherine intrudes, "but she can't say it properly." Jack snorts.

"Theys wasn't so proper the last time I sees them!" Jack laughs, before walking to Katherine and kissing her forehead. Katherine laughs in reply.

"Well they met my father," Katherine says, "I think that was a determining factor."

"Papa! Gramps gives me-sa sword!" a dark brown mess of hair pops out from behind the couch. He has a wooden sword in hand. David.

"Ey' Davey! Hows ya doin?" Jack asks with glee.

"Fine Paps! Mommy was tellin' Lucy and I bout the strike! Did you really meet the 'govner?" David says innocently.

"Yes I did! And wes shared a carriage ride!" Jack says. David gasps. Katherine rolls her eyes.

"Really, Jack? That story is getting old," Katherine says, "I really gotta write an article."

"Really? What about?"

"A strike."

Suddenly, Jack loses consciousness.