Iris

And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow.

And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life, And sooner or later it's over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

~~"Iris" ~ Goo Goo Dolls


1914:

Theme Song: "Uninvited" ~Alanis Morisette


Earth:

Rose sat on the side of her bed, and closed her eyes briefly as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She had just awakened from a dream, a dream that she didn't want to wake up from. It was a dream of her and Jack, on the Titanic. They had married on the Titanic, in front of all of those who had passed on the ill-fated ship—Thomas Andrews, Jacob Astor, William Murdoch, even Molly Brown, despite the fact that she didn't die on the ship. She saw Jack just as he looked when she last saw him—youthful, handsome. She could still feel the feeling of his lips on her when he kissed her in the dream. The thought of this—all of this made her just break apart even more. She lied down on her side, on the bed and broke into severe tears. She was heartbroken over Jack's death, even though it had been two years later, she still needed him. She'd give up forever to touch him again, just to hold him. Rose didn't want to be here without him, she wanted to be in a world WITH him. She quickly jumped and ran into her bathroom and grabbed a bottle of pills from off the sink and fell to the floor and broke into more tears. Yes, she remembered telling Jack that she'd never let go, that she'd go on—without him, but how was she to do that? How was she to do REALLY do that without him? This was going to be a fatal turning point for Rose Dawson.


Elsewhere:

Jack Dawson was walking through what seemed to be an extremely, brightly, white area, an area that was absolutely spacious. It had been two years and finally he was able to wake up from some sort of sleepiness or unconsciousness that he seemed to be in. There was nothing in the white area, but white, heavy amounts of smoke. Jack looked all around him everywhere with a frown. He looked down at his clothes and his eyes widened. His clothes were all white, white pants and a long, white shirt, white socks.

"Rose!" Jack yelled out as he looked all around the area he was in with confusion. "Rose! Rose!"

Jack scoffed and began walking around the area, and as he walked away a long distance of feet, he realized he must have been walking around in circles or everywhere he was walking was nothing but white, because where ever he walked, that was all he saw. Then, a man walked up to him, the man looked to be in his middle forties. He was Caucasian, with salt and pepper gray hair, and the brightest blue eyes that Jack Dawson had ever seen. This man was in all white as well. He looked like a younger version of Hugh Laurie from the FOX show, House. The man's name was David. David smiled at Jack as he walked over to him, David's hands clasped behind his back. Jack looked at Davis with suspicious eyes.

"Who are you?" Jack said coldly. "Where's Rose? Where am I?"

David looked down and scoffed and held back the urge to laugh. He thought by now Jack would recognize where he was.

"Rose isn't here—JACK." David said with a smirk.

Jack frowned more with confusion.

"Well where is SHE?" Jack asked coldly.

"Earth," David said blankly. "You, however are not."

Jack looked down and scoffed and shook his head and frowned.

"I'm not—well then, where am I?" Jack asked.

"Heaven," David said.

Jack looked up at David with widened, surprised eyes. Yeah, Jack knew what David meant by that.

"WHAT?" Jack asked. "You—you mean I—I died? I died—in the water? I—I didn't make it?"

David shook his head no with a smirk. Jack stared at David with hurt eyes and sighed and closed his eyes and looked down and frowned with anger.

"DAMN it." Jack said with a whisper.

David pushed Jack hard, and Jack looked at David with anger.

"Hey! What did you do that for!" Jack yelled.

"There is NO swearing here, Jack Dawson." David said calmly with a smirk. "Where do you think you are? On the Titanic ship or something?"

David laughed but Jack looked at David with seriousness and with a hint of anger, and when David picked up on this look of Jack's, David quickly looked serious.

"Sorry, Jesus thought that was funny when I told a joke similar to that last week, so—ANYWAY. I have a job for you to do."

Jack frowned at David and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What—what's that?" Jack asked.

David sighed and shrugged.

"Well before I tell you what the job is, I have to show you around," David said with a smile and shrug. "Hey, it's the boss's orders, not mine's. I have to get you filled."

Jack shook his head and frowned at David.

"Filled?"

David sighed with a smile, as he put his arm around Jack's shoulder and walked with Jack away.

"Yeah, you'll see what I mean," David said. "Its too long to explain, you'll just have to see it for yourself, but we have to hurry, because we don't have much time."