Hey! Sorry bout this taking so long, but I've needed to get ideas! I had this whole thing planned in my head, but I've changed it so much that I have to actually come up with the plot as I type. Sorry.
Don't own it. If anyone has better disclaimers, tell me. Mine are getting boring.
Had Ruth DeWitt Bukator seen her daughter in that moment, she either would have fainted or would have yelled about her daughter ruining the family name, kissing a 'gutter rat' in the middle of a crowded street. But Rose had never really cared what was proper; most of the people would see her ever again anyway, and those who do would like her enough not to mind. Hopefully. If not, she'd sever all acquaintance. At the moment, these were not the thoughts going through her head. She loved Jack, and that was really all she was thinking about at the moment.
When he finally pulled away, he stared at her in wonder. "What about Dean Calvert?"
They began to walk. "Before you knocked on my door, I was beginning to have doubts already. Then you came in, and once you'd left and I'd had more blasted tie to think, I realized that I still loved you. Since I had no idea where you were, I was going to wait awhile and then look for you. I thought that among the millions of people in New York, I had a small chance of finding you."
Jack grinned. "You never give up, do you Rose?"
"I try to keep looking on the bright side of things. There's always a small chance."
His face darkened, not in anger, just sadness. "Not with me."
Her eyes focused sharper in his. Those endless blue depths that he could simply lose himself in, not caring if her found his way out or not. "What?"
"You didn't think there was the smallest chance of my survival."
Sadness filled those eyes. "I saw you sink! I let go of you! I practically killed you! Admit it, Jack, you didn't think you'd survive either."
"You're right, I didn't. I had accepted it to let you live. I'm not blaming you, Rose." They stopped walking. "Look at me Rose." He lifted her face up, so she had to abandon staring at the pavement. "It's just… Some things you just need to talk about, get out of the way. Things that need to be said. Only once, though." She nodded.
He put an arm around her shoulders. "So no mess-ups this time. You're not engaged, I'm not dead, and it's all-"
"You bitch!" came a shout from across the street. Both whirled to see a distraught Dean Calvert walking their way. Only Rose knew who he was, and she was too confused and, she would admit it, frightened to explain to Jack at the moment.
"Minx! You left me just to be with him!"
"Dean, no Dead, you don't-"
A slap made her stop talking. Wrong thing to do. Now that Jack knew what this was about, he wasn't disoriented. And now the man had hit Rose, something completely unacceptable. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled. "She has the right to live her own life!"
Meanwhile, Rose had and angry red cheek and was trying to get him to understand. "Dean, I didn't leave you for him, I-"
Again not allowed to finish. But this time the punch was directed at Jack, and Rose moved in front of it. Nose broken, the only noise she made was a gasp of pain when he hit her, then she went silent, clutching her nose and trying to reshape it so t wouldn't heal crooked. To get out of the inevitable fight, she just sank down, kneeling, and one person finally came to her senses and rushed over to see if she was all right.
Jack grew older, taller, more commanding. He wasn't about to sink to the same level as Dean, and start fist fighting; he had to uphold some kind of honor. He grabbed Dean by the shoulders. "Leave us alone. She made her own choice. By trying to kill us, you've shown you don't like that choice. Get used to it. You can't make her change. Now go!" Jack threw him away from himself, and finished, "And stay away from us!" Only once he was sure that Dean would not turn around did he crouch down next to Rose. The woman was handing her tissue after tissue to stem the flow of blood. "I guess it's stupid to ask if you're all right." Rose chuckled. "Can you walk?"
Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded. He helped her stand and they began the slow trek to Rose's apartment, Rose leaning on Jack, but Rose showing him the way. They made a slightly comical pair, awkwardly making their way through the crazy streets.
"There," Jack said, after making sure the bleeding had stopped. "Now it'll heal right, if you make sure it doesn't move."
She nodded and saluted. "Yes, sir!" He laughed. "You could be a doctor, you know. Your hands are so steady."
He took hers. "Years of holding a pencil to a sheet of paper and making it do my bidding. I prefer drawing to gushing blood anyway, thank you."
Giggling, she said, "Well, when you put it that way…"
Crouching down in front of her, he looked right into her eyes. "I love you, Rose." It was said with such finality that Rose didn't think she would be able to respond. "Will you marry me?"
Rose's eyes widened. For a moment Jack was worried that she'd faint. Then in a voice that was almost a whisper, "Yes. A million times yes!" She threw her arms around his neck and held him close. Never would they be parted. Never. It was a long time, but neither of them really minded. They could spend an eternity in that embrace.
So do you like it? I've decided to end it here. Yay! One thing off my checklist! Score! Hope you enjoyed. Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed! Love y'all!