Author's Note: I have never written a Titanic fanfiction, so I hope that this first one of mine does the characters justice, and that you enjoy it. Feedback is immensely appreciated! Review, PM me, etc. (: The chapters will get longer as we go along! If people like it, that is, hee hee.

God Bless,

Sarah.

The Titanic seemed unsinkable from the beginning, though it fought hard to prove that theory wrong.

Rose clung for her life to the side railing as they hung above the icy depths of the ocean. The view she had now, and her impending drowning were quite different than that of almost two weeks ago, when she had been wanting to fall to her death. It would have been easy enough; everyone could have thought she slipped, and then all of the restraints on her would be gone…The social class and properness that hung over her head would vanish, and she would be free. Wherever 'free' was. But then he came along.

Jack gripped his fingers tightly with hers as he held onto the railing as well, yelling things about holding her breath, and closing her eyes. She could do nothing but nod and stare into his eyes before she felt the ice cold water graze her toes: Then, it all went fast. Very fast. She held her breath as he had told her to, but lost grip of his sweaty palm as she was plunged violently under. She couldn't tell which way was the way up, or which would take her farther down, but she knew she was far under. She pushed herself as quickly as she could to the surface once she had gotten her bearings about her. The water was creating thousands of what felt like tiny knives all over her body, just as Jack said it would feel if she jumped over-board that night. In all honesty, she had been under the impression he was making up a horror story to scare her with, and really just not wanting to deal with being a witness to her death. Either way, it was true: This was the worst horror story she could ever have landed herself in, and she was terrified. He had told her that night that if she jumped, he'd jump. Thankfully, he was there with her now, just as he had given his word for- but he wasn't right next to her as he had been that night, and she was beginning to panic.

She tried yelling out his name, but her voice was hoarse; strangled in sound. She couldn't cry, and she wouldn't. The water was too cold, and she could hardly feel anymore. She continued trying to scream for him, all the while scanning the water for an open, makeshift 'raft'. That second, she was pushed forcefully underwater as someone tried to uphold themselves by drowning her in the icy slush of ice and liquid. After a few moments of her futile struggling, the grip on her shoulders released though, and she was pulled roughly to the surface. Opening her eyes that had been pressed together firmly, she looked into Jack's eyes, and threw her arms around his neck. He hugged her back eagerly, but quickly let go, pulling her hand as he drug her through the icy slush-like water. She knew he was trying to get them out of the thick of things, but it was so hard for her to keep up with him, and she becoming tired; numb.

"Jack, I can't feel my legs." She said quietly as he helped her onto a long, wooden door floating away from the others.

"I can't feel mine either, but it's okay, I promise. That's normal. It'll all be over soon."

"Over?"

"We'll be safe." He corrected. "Nothing will be over; I'm not leaving you." He replied, climbing onto the wooden door as well. She put his hand on his back, and tried to help steady him, but it was no use: The door was apt to flip over if he tried to scale it, so he had no choice but to stay floating in the ice if he wanted to keep Rose alive, and that is what he wanted more than anything.

"Jack, try again." She urged quietly, teeth chattering.

"No, no, Rose, you just stay steady, okay? I'm right here." He said, crossing his arms across the edge of the door. He floated there, staying afloat as he stared into her eyes. Her nose was red; freezing cold. Her hair was covered in ice, and her lips were blue. Jack noticed she was shaking, but she already had clothing covering her, and she was out of the water, which was the best thing for her. He took a painful breath, the cold air cutting through his throat like a knife, and forced a smile.

"Are you comfortable?"

"As comfortable as can be, I suppose." She replied.

Jack smiled and reached out a hand to grasp hers with. "This isn't as luxurious as they say, you know. I intend on writing these White Star Line people a strongly worded letter."

Rose smiled ever so slightly, but fear was still etched in her face. Jack wished more than anything that he could remove that fear, but he couldn't blame her. He was worried about her too, and she wasn't even the one in the water. After a few moments, he began to hum quietly to her: loud enough for her to hear, but low enough so as not to attract people over to them. Eventually, though, the cold got to him, and he was forced to stop. His body shook so violently that he was glad she couldn't see his whole frame. His lower body was almost full of tremors; he was shaking, twitching, freezing. He took in another inhale of a deep, knife-like breath, and rested his head against the wood.

"Go to sleep, Rose. When you wake up, I promise we'll be out of the water, and I'll be next to you."

Against her better judgment, she obliged. Because she trusted him.

Author's Note: It ended a little cliff hanger-ish, and the story itself will be different than the movie, which is why the dialogue, etc, varied. Anyway, I hope you liked it, and that I did good for my first attempt! Review please!

God Bless,

Sarah.