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Pairings: Duncan/Courtney/Justin. Minor: Geoff/Bridgette, Noah/Izzy.

"Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you."

The Ship of Dreams

Chapter One

~*Courtney

The boat creaked. I could hear all the terrified voices coming from the deck. The band's cheerful music didn't improve the situation. It couldn't even be heard from the descending lifeboat I was sitting on.

I shivered as I felt the cold night breeze brush against my skin. I looked down at the dark blue water below. I remembered what Duncan told me. It was freezing and felt like a thousand knives. I then looked up at all the people still on deck.

Most of them would feel that pain and eventually die in that water.

I looked up at the ship that would soon be underwater within the hour. The ship titled "unsinkable" would soon be underwater with over half its passengers with it. And here I was. Sitting here watching, waiting for it to sink. I couldn't do it.

All of the people I knew who were still on the boat. Geoff, where was he? And Bridgette. I felt a tear in my eye as she came into my mind. I missed her already. Was she still alive? Would I ever see her again?

Then, my mind came to two others who were important to me. I looked up at the two men who had helped me get in this boat.

Duncan and Justin both starred down at me. Duncan looked at me with saddened eyes. I didn't understand.

Justin had promised him that there was a lifeboat waiting for them. They would soon join me and be safe. That's all I wanted. But Duncan's eyes showed sadness. Like he would never see me again.

My gaze traveled to Justin. He was smirking lightly.

I noticed that signal flares were sent into the sky above the ship. They wouldn't do us any good. If there was s ship nearby, they would mistake them as fireworks, a celebration. They wouldn't come to our aid.

I shook the thought off and looking back up at Duncan and Justin. An officer moved to Duncan trying to pull him away from the edge of the deck and out of my sight.

Something told me I wouldn't see him again. I wanted to object. I wanted to assure myself once again that there was a lifeboat.

I saw Justin talk to the officer who was holding Duncan. The officer let go and walked away. Justin then whispered something into Duncan's ear. Duncan's expression completely changed. I saw him look down at me, his eyes filled with pain, sorrow and regret.

What did he know that I didn't?

That's was when I finally figured it out.

There was no lifeboat for Duncan. Justin had tricked both of us. It was his plan all along. Duncan was supposed to die on the deck and Justin was to get a boat and come get me. I couldn't believe how easily I was tricked!

The lifeboat continued to be lowered. We passed the second deck for the middle class passengers. They were all looking and talking amongst themselves. A few were screaming and I saw many scurry for the stairs, trying to reach the upper deck to be saved.

Many of them wouldn't make it.

It wasn't fair. They would die, freeze to death while the rich, stuck up and almost evil people were saved. So many people would be saved that didn't deserve it.

My mother, probably the biggest snob on the ship, Justin, the one who had planned for Duncan's death and me. I was selfish, sitting here looking at all the people to die. I knew it wasn't fair, but I as too scared to act.

I looked up at Duncan one last time. Even through his sadness, I saw him shoot me his signature smirk. He was trying to reassure me.

I couldn't take it anymore. A tear ran down my cheek.

Feeling a sudden will, I jumped up from my sitting position. Some of the lifeboat's other passengers began to yell at me as the lifeboat became unleveled. I didn't care. I ran to the end of the boat and jumped to the middle deck.

I barely made it. I grasped the edge and pulled myself up. Everyone around was yelling at me, asking me if I was crazy or if I needed help.

I didn't listen to them. I took off as fast as I could go to the upper deck. I had to see him again. I couldn't leave him, not after these past days.

Without him, I don't know how I would go on. I couldn't abandon our promise. He was the prince, I was the princess. I entered the grand ball room. It was still intact besides the screaming passengers scurrying up the stairs.

Then, I saw him and my heart stopped. He was standing at the top of the grand staircase. We ran to each other and embraced when we met.

He kissed my forehead and I began to cry weakly into his chest.

The people screaming around us didn't matter anymore. He was here, I wasn't afraid anymore. We just stood there embracing and crying weakly for a few minutes.

"Princess, why?" he asked me after a moment.

"I couldn't do it," I answered him through my cries. "You're the prince, I'm the princess, remember?" I felt him smirk into my forehead.

We stayed like that, for minutes. They felt like hours, in a good way. My heart felt safe and even though we stood on this doomed ship, I felt invincible, like nothing could happen to me.

Then, I heard it.

A gunshot went off. I pulled away from Duncan and screamed lightly. The shot had barely missed me. Someone was shooting at me.

I followed Duncan's gaze to the top of the staircase where I saw Justin, the man I used to love gazing down at us holding a pistol. He fired again, this time at Duncan. I saw him duck to avoid the bullet.

Afterwards, he turned to me with the most serious expression I had even seen on his face.

"Come one, follow me," he screamed as he grabbed my hand and took off towards the dining room.

The only thing I could remember at the time was Duncan's reassuring words, the gunshots fired at us, and Justin yelling.

~*Noah

"Izzy, I thought I told you this a million times before." I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Snakes do not give 'kisses'. They actually bite people…And you should really get that checked out."

"Or maybe you're just jealous that the snake kissed me, and you didn't." Izzy replied playfully, winking and sticking her tongue out at me.

"Yeah…Exactly." I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "But at least get it disinfected."

"Aw. You think the snake gave me cooties!" Izzy giggled, poking my nose lightly with the tip of her forefinger. She smiled sheepishly, "Don't worry! I'll put a bandage on it later."

I'm sitting in a hospital room, next to my rather bouncy, red headed girlfriend, Izzy. In front of us was a hospital bed, in which my grandmother was resting in. I knew by now, that she was extremely old, and her death was nearing almost every single day now.

Izzy continued to pick at the scab on her forefinger that she declared was a 'snake bite' as I opened my book flat on my lap. I was just about to lean back casually to read in peace when I heard my grandmother's bed croaking slightly. I looked up, seeing now that she was gently rubbing her eyes with the back of one of her delicate hands; the other resting on her chest as though she was trying to calm herself.

"Are you alright?" I asked quickly, rushing to her aid. 'Are you alright…What a stupid question, of course she's not alright.'

"I…" She started slowly, her eyes glistening with exhaustion and uncertainty, "I don't know."

I lightly placed my hand on her forehead, wincing a bit at how cold she was. "You don't know." I repeated, looking down at her with concern.

"How can you not know if you're not alright?" Izzy asked curiously, hopping up from her seat and skipping over so she was standing next to me. She tipped her head to the side, her flaring orange hair creating a filmy veil around her well proportioned face.

My grandmother studied Izzy for a few moments; therefore she was rather critical of people. I shifted nervously. Not a lot of people accepted Izzy, after all. To my surprise, she smiled weakly.

"Yes, I'd suppose that's true." She said slowly, taking Izzy's hands in hers. She rubbed her thumbs against Izzy's hands in a circular motion for a few seconds, studying Izzy's face.

"Then, how do you feel?" Izzy asked again, her head still tipped as it had been before. Her curls were bobbing against her shoulders, as she was bouncing on her tip toes. I grinned a bit, watching her. Izzy could never manage to stand still.

"Mm…I need to get something off my mind." She replied, glancing out the hospital window for a few seconds, bright light illuminating against her face, causing her to squint her eyes just a bit. "An important memory of mine. A memory of eighty-five years ago."

"Are you sure…? You remember something from that long ago?" I asked, raising a brow. I didn't know if she'd have such a sharp memory at such an old age.

My grandmother let go of Izzy's hand, and touched my arm lightly. "I remember it as if it'd happened yesterday." She said, her expression saddening a bit, "I haven't told many about what happened…"

"What's it about…?" Izzy asked, her eyes filled with innocence. I glanced over at her before turning back to my grandmother.

"You've heard of the Titanic, right?" My grandmother asked, clasping her hands together and setting them down in her lap.

"You mean the great unsinkable ship that…sunk." Izzy lowered her eyes, a slight gesture of respect, "Yeah, almost everyone's heard of it."

"It sure put a mark on history." I nodded my head before turning my attention back to my grandmother, "Why do you ask?"

I bit down on my lower lip, suddenly noticing that my grandmother herself was old enough to have been a passenger on the Titanic, being so many years before. My eyes widened at the possibility, and my grandmother weakly smiled as she studied my expression.

"Yes, I was a passenger on the historic ship." My grandmother spoke slowly, gazing out the window once more.

I noticed Izzy's eyes soften; she actually stopped bouncing for once. This somewhat surprised me, although my grandmother's previous words surprised me as well, only leaving me to stand there silently.

"That must have been…" Izzy stammered, tipping her head to the side once more. She was curious, I could tell. She sent me a worried look, as though to say 'should I even be here, Noah?'

"It was quite an experience." My grandmother nodded, turning her head slowly in our direction. She pressed her lips together for a few seconds as she examined Izzy with her old eyes. She sat a few moments like that before breaking a weak grin, "But it was more than the sinking of the ship…What had happened on the ship, and how the sinking affected my life."

"How old were you?" I asked lightly, tucking my book under my arm. It seemed as though I wouldn't need it for quite a while now.

"Nineteen years old." My grandmother replied simply, pressing her lips together in a thin line once more. She seemed a little unsure of herself as she glanced up at Izzy and me with weary eyes. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Well," I started, scooting Izzy and my chairs over so they were set up next to my grandmother's bed, "It all depends if you feel like telling it to us."

Izzy and I plopped down in our seats like two kindergarten kids getting ready for story time as we waited for my grandmother's response.

"Do you love her?" My grandmother asked unexpectedly. She glanced from me, to Izzy, and then to both of us… together.

Love her? I didn't know if I wanted to answer that question. Don't get me wrong, I cared a lot for Izzy; its just love was a serious thing, something not to be said constantly. I just sat there and remained silent and waited for Izzy to respond. It may just be me being shy, but I didn't want to say anything until Izzy said something.

I noticed Izzy start to bounce in her seat next to me. I rose a brow at her in confusion, and she grinned widely.

"When she asked that question, it sent these shiver thingies up my spine, you know?" Izzy started in her excitable voice, "I can't sit still!"

I watched Izzy fondly, smiling. "A sensation?" I asked. Izzy bobbed her head happily. I turned to my grandmother with confused eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Never mind…" My grandmother smiled sheepishly at us before looking down at her hands, which were closed neatly in her lap. She inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes before adding, "Although…Would you mind me asking you two the same question, once I'm finished telling my story?"

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