This story has been sitting in my FFN notebook for AGES, and I finally got to it! Yay!

Summary: Rose goes on, and meets this guy Calvert, right? Who, in the movie, she marries. I know what you're thinking; what did I change? Well, um… Jack's alive.

Alter-Ego (aka Weird): NOOOOOOO, we had no idea!

Shut up! Gosh please! Lemme actually start this thing!

I own absolutely nothing. Get over it.

The italics are flashbacks. Just so you know. Cuz there will be many of those and I don't wanna have to write it over and over…

"You must do me this honor. Promise me that you'll survive… that you'll never give up… no matter what happens… no matter how… hopeless… promise me now, Rose. And never let go of that promise."

"I promise."

"Never let go."

"I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go."

Nearly a year afterward, Rose Dawson had finally rebuilt her life. She had a home, a job, friends, a boyfriend. A day never went by when Rose didn't remember Jack, and deep in her heart she would love him; but when around Dean Calvert, Jack seemed so unreal. Dean had pulled her out of her hole.

A month after the sinking, she had gone into a café and sat next to him at the bar. He asked her out a week later.

Today was April 14, 1913, and Rose was getting ready to go out with him. There was a knock at her door, and knowing it was Dean, she called, "I'll be right there!", took one last look in the mirror, and answered the door.

He was there, in all his twenty one year old glory. Coppery hair fell into intelligent brown eyes, giving his smiling, lean face a mysterious look. After kissing her in greeting, he took her hand, and they left her apartment.

They had dinner and went strolling through the streets of New York. Staring up at all the lights of the city, she barely noticed where they were going until Dean stopped her; they were in Central Park. Dean took out a ring and knelt. "Rose Dawson, will you marry me?"

"Whew. I'm Jack Dawson."

Jack's face passed from her vision, and all she saw was Dean. "Yes!" she replied, grinning. Dean slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her hard. A little over a year before that wouldn't have been acceptable to her; Jack had changed that. Yet Jack didn't appear in her thoughts, just, I love doing things the unconventional way.

She and Dean began to walk back to his apartment. When they arrived there, Dean kissed her good-night, and left.

Rose resumed her walk alone. Living in New York City for a year let her know the streets pretty well; she was able to walk and think at the same time. Engaged and happy about it; that's something she couldn't say a year ago. Wow.

Just then, she saw Jack's face across the street. No, it couldn't be. It had to be a hallucination, an illusion. Jack was dead. Had holograms existed back then she would have thought he was one. Her whole body filled with a hot emotion, and Rose was too confused to figure out what it was.

The image of Jack turned to look at her; confusion filled its eyes, then amazement. It started to make its way toward her, but she didn't watch it any longer; she turned and ran, not stopping until she was in her apartment. Heart still beating quite fast, she changed and looked at the clock: it was 2 a.m., yes she wasn't tired at all. She picked up the newspaper that she had neglected that day for the very reason of avoiding something that may have to do with the sinking. Sure enough, there was a mention of it at the side, almost like a eulogy: A year ago tonight, the Titanic sank into the Atlantic, killing 1500 people. Today we remember them.

Titanic… the sinking… Jack… it all came rushing back to her in the form of very painful memories. The very fact that she had seen his form meant she was still thinking about him. Yet she couldn't still love him; she loved Dean.

Did she really? Was she really lying to herself the same way she lied to Jack a year before? Was she stepping into the same trap her mother laid for her when she accepted Cal's proposal for her?

No way, she had chosen this herself. Yet she needed to think about it. Engaged was a hard thing to get out of; marriage even harder. But if she told him they couldn't get married, and she realized she still loved him, it was hard to get back into. Everything depended on how she felt. Such a change had come over her. Before, she had had no hesitation; now, she wasn't even sure if she still loved him.

There was a knock at the door. Rose went to answer it, mind so preoccupied that it didn't even dawn on her that it was 2:30 and no one should be visiting anyone else now. She turned the knob, and Jack was on the other side.