-1Lily Moore - An Untold Story

I should be working on finishing my Supernatural fic, but this has been on my mind so I had to get it out. Please enjoy! And if you review, praise and criticism only, no flames! Honestly, if you don't like the story that much, why did you even bother to read it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Titanic, or any of the characters you recognize


"Good morning, sweetie," a motherly voice called out.

The teenaged daughter rolled over in her bed and ignored the voice.

"Wake up, Emma," her mother said, this time more harshly.

"Gah," was the response she got from Emma. Her mother, now a little fed up, walked over to her bed, and whipped back the covers. Emma's eyes shot open and she bolted straight up.

"Okay, I'm up now," She said groggily. Once her mother was satisfied, she walked out of her and most likely, into the kitchen. Emma placed her small feet on the cold, hard wood floor, but recoiled slightly. She placed her feet back on the floor and stood up. She walked over to her vanity and glanced at her reflection. Her long blonde hair was messy and slightly knotted, her makeup was slurred under eyes, and her deep blue eyes, well, they looked tired. A small sigh escaped her lips as she grabbed her hairbrush. She brushed her long hair and threw it up in a pony tail. She then grabbed her makeup remover and took off yesterdays makeup. Then, Emma reapplied her makeup. She nodded at her appearance and walked over to her closet. She grabbed some jeans and a tee shirt and threw them on.

Emma walked out of her room and into the kitchen to be greeted by the sweet smell of pancakes. She plopped down onto a chair and started buttering her pancakes..

"You know, sweetie, you only have a few weeks before senior year starts and you still have to do that project," her mother reminded her.

As Emma's back was to her mom, she rolled her eyes. "Yeah Mom, I know. I just don't know who to talk to about a historic event. Most of my friends are interviewing someone who lived through the sixties or Vietnam or something like that. But, I want to do something different, ya know?" She turned to face her mother. She took an exaggerated bite out of her pancake.

"You remember Lily, the old lady that I help take of her at the nursing home?" Her mother asked. Emma nodded, taking another bite.. Her mother continued, "She lived through something very important in her life. You could interview her."

"What did she live through?"

"Well, you'll just have to ask her for yourself," Her mother concluded.

"Yeah, okay. When should I go and talk to her?"

"I have to work today, you could come to work with me and then ask her."

"Okay, I'll just go grab my stuff then," Emma said after taking the last bite of pancakes. She ran into her room and grabbed a tape recorder, some paper and pen, she glanced one last time at her reflection and walked back into the kitchen.

"Ready to go," She announced. Her mother nodded and reached for the car keys. They headed silently to her mothers red jeep. The car ride was silent, both were loss in their own thoughts. Emma couldn't help but wonder what important event that Lily had lived through. She ran through the possibilities: World War I, World War II were the two main that she thought of. Well, there was Titanic, but she couldn't have possibility lived through that. Could she?

The car rolled to a stop and her mother turned the car off. "You ready?"

"Yup, I just can't wait to find out what she lived through," Emma said, somewhat eagerly.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to see her right away," she replied as they walked into the building. The receptionist happily greeted them and her mother informed her what was Emma was going to do.

"Mom, how old she is?" Emma asked nervously. They walked in the direction of Lily's room.

"She's one hundred and eleven years old," Her mother informed her.

"Holy crap!" Emma exclaimed. "Can she even talk?"

"Oh, she's quite active for her age. She talks just fine, don't worry," her mother informed her. The rest of the walk was silent. Her mother stopped abruptly, causing Emma to bump into her.

"We're here," her mother told her. Emma nodded. Her mother gently knocked on the door and then slowly opened it. What Emma's eyes first saw was a fragile looking old woman who definitely looked her age. Her mother walked in before her.

"Hello Lily, how are you today?" She asked lightly.

"I'm good dear, how are you?" She replied as if she was still in her twenties.

"Just fine. I've brought my daughter to visit you today. She has to interview someone who has lived through an important event and she would like to interview you…if that's okay with you?" Her mother asked.

"Sure, of course. What's your name dear?" Lily asked Emma.

"Emma Warner ma'am," Emma replied politely.

"And how old are you?" Lily asked, her voice sweet as honey.

"Seventeen," Emma replied once more.

"Same age I was," she muttered to herself. She glanced out the window.

"I'm going to go, but I'll be back in a few hours," Emma's mother announced.

"If you must, Mom," Emma said. Once her mother left the room, she pulled out her tape recorder. She dragged the chair over next to Lily's bed and sat down. She patiently waited for Lily to begin. When Lily did nothing, she asked, "Lily, are you ready to begin?"

Lily turned her head so that she was now looking at Emma's young face. She nodded and then drew a long breath and begin, "The year was 1912 when my life was turned upside down…"


April 10th, 1912 - Boarding Day

A beautiful young woman in her late teens stepped out a motorcar dressed in a long black silk dress. Around her waist was a belt made of off white silk. Her brown almost black hair was neatly up in a bun and under her hat. Her chocolate eyes traveled up the ship and rested the name: Titanic.

"Lily!" Lynn Moore, Lily's mother, practically screamed.

"Yes Mother?"

"Hurry up dear, we're boarding the ship now," Lynn announced. Lily was just like Lynn in every aspect except one: Lily was not too fond of class status. Lynn, on the other hand, thought that being first class (which is what they were) was everything.

"Yes, I'm coming Mother," Lily replied obediently. She followed her mother up the ramp. Behind Lily was their two personal maids. The steward directed them in the direction of their rooms. Once she entered her room, her breath was taken away.

"Mother, these rooms are so extravagant," Lily said, eyes roaming everywhere. Everything was too beautiful for words.

"Do you like it dear?" Lynn asked.

"Yes, I love it," Lily said, genuinely happy. Lynn nodded and walked out of Lily's room and into her own. Judy, Lily's maid, had already started putting away her clothes. "Let me help you Judy," Lily offered.

"Thank you miss, but it is not a problem," Judy replied politely.

"Oh, alright then, thank you Judy."

The rest of the day flew by as they set off from Southampton, England and made their way to Cherbourg, France. The ship picked up many first class passengers.

Dinner was the highlight of the day, or so Lynn said. Lynn and Lily Moore sat with Lynn's friends, many of whom she had never heard of. No one spoke to Lily, but one person did catch her eye. A woman around her age with fiery red hair and brilliant blue eyes. Her eyes were what she really noticed. Though she might smile every now and then, her eyes held despair. As the men went to the smoking the room, the woman were left to gossip and chat.

Lily excused herself and walked over to the woman. "Excuse me, but would you like to join me on a walk, Miss…?"

"Miss Rose Dewitt-Bukater. I would love to join you, Miss…?"

"Lily Moore. Mother, Rose and I are going for a walk, we shall be back later," Lily told her mother, who nodded approval and went back to her conversation.

Lily and Rose made their way to the first class deck. They made polite chat, talking about the weather and how lovely the ship was. Once out in the open, they walked around the circular deck.

"Rose, forgive me, but at dinner, I noticed how sad you were. Are you okay?" Lily asked, voicing her concern.

"Yes, I'm fine, really. It's just…I've had such a busy day, I'm just a little tired," Rose replied, clearly lying through her teeth.

"Rose, I may not know you very well, but I can tell you are lying. You do not have to confide in me, but…" Lily said, but was then cut off by Rose.

"I feel that I can trust you. The truth is that I feel like a puppet and my mother is the puppet master. I have no control over my life," She confessed.

"I'm so sorry Rose, sometimes, I feel the same way."


So, that was the first chapter. What'd you think? I'd love to know, so please don't forget to review. Next chapter should up soon!