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April 10th, 1912
Southampton, England

Pacing in front of the pub her brother and their friend were playing an intense game of poker, Evangeline Dawson was growing extremely impatient. She's been outside the pub for an hour and a half burning holes in the pavement as she waited for the game to finish. Sitting in front of her, docked on the peer of Southampton, England was the new luxurious ocean liner, The RMS Titanic. The enormous ship was built by the brilliant architect, Thomas Andrews. Since Eve was ten or eleven, she had found her love for architecture and the ocean and had come to admire Mr. Andrews and his work on the Titanic and many other achievements.

Eve brushed a strand of blonde hair off her face and a light breeze gusted over her as she stopped her pacing. A loud whistle from Titanic sounded as she peered through the window of the pub. Her small, pale, slim hand lay against the glass as her blue, almost green eyes locked on her brother. Jack’s blue eyes on hers, a twinkle of playfulness, yet seriousness glimmered within them. In his large, pale, hands were a few poker cards, waiting to be placed on the table. Eve let out a puff of air from her mouth before making her way into the pub, weaving her way through the packed place, and stood behind her friend.

The men of the pub shouted in protest against her, causing her to stick up her middle finger; which immediately silenced the men. Her hands clutched the back of her friend’s chair, her knuckles turned white as she leaned down to hear their friend, Fabrizio De Rossi speak.

“Jack, you are pazzo. You bet everything we have.” Fabri says, his dark eyes glancing between the siblings.

“When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose,” Jack replied, leaning down slightly before straightening back up.

One of the men that they were playing against muttered something in Swedish to his friend before Jack spoke again. He looked at the man on his right, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips as he spoke.

“Sven?” The pair traded a card, Jack looked down at his deck before placing a card on the pile in front of him and picked another one up.

Eve watched with anticipation as her brother placed his cigarette down and looked at Sven’s friend sitting across from him. A woman stood behind the two Swedish men, her arms across her chest watching the game come to a finish.

“All right, moment of truth. Someone’s life is about to change. Fabrizio?” Jack said, nodding towards his Italian friend.

Fabrizio stared at his friend with a look of despair, and a hand pushed against his shoulder from Evelyn as he placed down his cards.

“Niente.” Jack nodded.

“Niente.” Fabri mimicked, Eve’s hand squeezed his shoulder in comfort.

Jack looked at the man across from him. “Olaf? Nothing. Sven? Uh-oh. Two pair. I’m sorry, Fabrizio, Eve.” Their friend started shouting in Italian in disbelief that his friend had bet everything they had before Jack grabbed his shoulder and throw down his cards. “I’m sorry…you’re not gonna see your mom again for a…long time…cause we’re going to America! Full house, boys!”

Eve, Fabrizio, and Jack cheered loudly, the Italian man picked up Eve in his arms in sheer happiness, hugging her tightly. As they celebrated, Jack was collecting the money and other items that were on the table before Olaf suddenly grabbed a handful of his shirt. The man raised his fist, causing Jack to cringe back ready for the hit before it never came as Olaf punched Sven instead.

“You did it, Jack!” Eve laughed, throwing herself into his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck. “We’re going home!”

Jack grinned, lifting his sister in the air as the three celebrated their win. The three tickets were secured in her hand as three wrapped each other in a hug as the two Swedish men fought and their woman shouted in Sweden at them.

“We’re going home!” Jack laughed, setting down his sister, yet keeping an arm around her shoulders.

“I go to America!” Fabri shouted in excitement.

“No, mate.” One of the pub workers says. “Titanic go to America, in five minutes.”

Eve’s eyes widen as three scrambled to get their stuff. Jack picked up his bag, handing his sister’s notebook to her before grabbing her free hand. The trio sprinted towards the ship, weaving through the very crowded peer; families of passengers were waving goodbye to their loved ones. Jack kept a tight grip on his sister’s hand, while Fabrizio ran in front of them, carrying his and Eve’s bag.

“We’re riding in high style now!” Jack shouted, looking back at his sister, who was stumbling over her feet. “Come on, Eve! You can admire the ship later.”

Eve’s eyes sparkled in awe of the ship, memorized by its sheer beauty. The man she admired built this grand ship, and it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. After many failed attempts to sneak into the work sight of the Titanic, she gets to see the ship in all her glory. Forced to tear her eyes away from the beautiful ship, Eve matched her pace with her brother’s, ducking under one of the boarding ramps and shouting a sorry at a man she had hit.

“We’re a couple of regular swells. We’re practically goddamn royalty, Ragazzo Mio, Tesoro,” Her brother shouted, tugging her closer to him.

“You see? Is my destino? Like I told you…I go to America to be millionaire.” Fabri said as they rounded a horse and carriage. “You are pazzo.”

Eve holds up the three tickets, glancing back at her friend. “Maybe we’re nothing, but I’ve got the tickets, Fabri!”

Jack laughed. “Come one, I thought you were fast.”

“Aspetta!” Fabri shouted as they came to the third-class boarding ramp.

The trio hurried up it, stopping at the door where a young officer was about to close it.

“Wait! Please!” Evangeline shouted, waving the tickets. “We’re passengers.”

She handed the tickets to the officer, glancing at his name on his uniform. James Moody, it read.

“Have you been through the inspection queue?” Moody asked, looking between the three.

Jack nodded his head from behind his sister. “Of course. Anyway, we don’t have any lice. We’re American. All three of us.”

Moody looked skeptical, mostly towards Fabrizio, but allowed the three to board. “Come aboard.”

Eve grabbed ahold of the officer’s hand, jumping across the gap between the ship and ramp before her brother grabbed her hand again.

“Thanks, Mr. Moody!” She shouted before hurrying down the corridor towards their cabin.

“We’re the luckiest sons— and daughters of bitches in the world!” Jack shouted as they weaved their way through the many corridors and people of different ethnicities. They made their way to the stern of the ship, Eve stood on the railing with her brother and friend on each of her sides; waving to the many people standing on the peer.

“Goodbye!” Her brother shouted, waving goodbye to the people.

“You know somebody?” Fabri asked the twins.

Eve shook her head as her brother spoke. “Of course not, that’s not the point. Goodbye! I’ll miss you!”

Back in the ship's walls, Evelyn followed behind her brother as they searched for their cabin. Jack muttered their cabin number under his voice, before stopping at a door and pushing it open. He greeted the two men, throwing his's and sister's bags on the lower bunk as Fabri took the top. "Jack, and Evangeline Dawson, nice to meet you. How you doing? Who says you get the top bunk, huh?"

One of the men looked at his friend in confusion and said something in Sweden. By the morning Titanic was on its way towards New York City, Eve hurried towards the bow of the ship, standing on the railing and leaning over to it. Jack and Fabri were right there with her, the Italian man on her right and her brother on her left. In the beautiful vest ocean, dolphins swam next in front of the bow of the ship, jumping in and out of the water as the three grinned, watching them. The young woman straightened up, her eyes shined as they looked across the void of blue around them. The Atlantic was a beautiful sight, the rays of April sun beaming down on it, simmering through the water. This was what Eve loved about the ocean, a beautiful void of blue, reflecting the sun when it hit the water, and yet with all this beauty came a sense of eerieness.

Jack stood on the two white winged-like parts of the bow, making him slightly taller than his sister, and his arm wrapped around his sister, securing her. "Whoo!"

Fabrizio pointed towards the vast ocean. "I can see the Statue of Liberty already. Very small, of course,"

"I'm the king of the world!" Her brother shouted, raising his arms over his head. They shouted happily, his arms spread out to his sides like an eagle. "Whoo! You're the queen of the world, Eve!"

Eve grinned, her hand clutched the rope mechanism as crisp April air blew over her pale face. This was the happiest she had ever been.

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April 11th, 1912
Atlantic Ocean

Her hand moved quickly across her stretch, her eyes ever so often glancing around the poop deck of the ship. Unlike Jack, Evangeline wasn’t drawing people; the father and daughter a bit away from them, standing on the railing looking out of the sea. No, she was drawing the ship, mostly just by pure memory and her photographic memory help a bit as well.

She couldn’t help but think about Thomas Andrews, who happened to also be on the ship, and how if she ever gets the chance to meet him; she’ll be asking all the questions she had about this beautiful vessel. In all honesty, the thought of meeting such a brilliant man was terrifying and nauseating.

Looking down at her drawing of Titanic, Eve began to add the small fine details as her friend spoke with the man she and Fabri happened to meet on the way to the stern of the ship. Tommy Ryan, his name was. A man was from Ireland since he had a fairly strong Irish accent.

"This ship is nice, huh?" Fabri started, looking up at their new friend.

Tommy leaned against the railing, a brown hat sat atop his curly dirty blonde hair. "Yeah. It's an Irish ship,"

"Is English, no?" Fabrizio questioned.

Eve shook her head, her hand stopping for a moment before moving again. "It was built in Belfast, Ireland. Building started on March 31st, 1909, in Harland and Wolff shipyard. Over 14,000, or 15,000 men built this ship, took over a year to fully frame it. Thomas Andrews is who you want to thank for building such a beautiful ship."

Tommy and Fabri stared at her with a look of astonishment and confusion, while Jack wasn't fazed by the burst of Titanic facts. The curly-haired man spoke. "How do you know all this?"

"I tried sneaking into the building sight when Jack and I were in Ireland for about a year. Never could get in, was almost arrested once." The young blonde said, nonchalantly.

Jack let a small smile grace his lips as he glanced at his sister. "She's obsessed with this ship, as well as the builder of it. You can say that she's in love with the man and the ship."

Eve looked mildly offended, hitting her brother on the head with her book. "No, I don't! I am just fascinated by his work, that is all. And I'm not in love with him."

"Yet, you felt the need to add that part in." Jack teased, his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ow! Hey, no need for violence, Eve,"

"I was defending myself, and besides, I've never met him. And nor will I." Eve said, a look of despair flashed across her face before quickly leaving, and yet Jack had caught it.

The older of the two placed his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it as a Stewart walked by with first-class dogs. Tommy scoffed, taking a puff of his cigarette. "That's typical. First-class dogs come down here to take a shite."

Jack smiled at the man. "Lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things."

"Like we could forget?" The curly-haired man chuckled. He stuck his hand out for Jack. "I'm Tommy Ryan."

The pair shook hands as the young boy smiled. "Jack Dawson, and my sister Evangeline Dawson."

"Eve. Call me Eve," Eve added quickly.

"Fabrizio," The cheerful Italian man says, shaking his friend.

"Do you make any money with your drawing?" Tommy asked, motioning towards the two notebooks in each of their hands.

Instead of answering, Jack's eyes turned toward the upper deck where the first-class passengers were. Eve furrowed her brows, looking in her brother's line of sight, and was met with a beautiful red-haired woman.

By the way, the woman was dressed, it was adamant that she was indeed first-class and far out of range for any of them. Yet, her brother seemed to be memorized by this first-class woman, and rightfully so. She was indeed beautiful.

Tommy chuckled. "Ah, forgot it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as getting next to...the likes of her."

Eve smiled softly, looking away from the red-haired woman and drawing her knees up to her chest. She rested her chin on her knees, the April breeze blew stands of her hair that had fallen out of her somewhat messy bun. A small laugh escaped her as Fabrizio waved his hand in front of her brother's face, who was still shamelessly staring at the woman.

Looking back up at the woman, she watched as a man grabs the woman by the arm, whispering something in her ear. The woman's face turned sour, pulling her arm from the man and walking away. Jack's eyes seemed to follow the woman until she disappeared out of sight.

"Look, who's in love now," Eve teased, bumping her shoulder with her brother's.

"Shut up, Eve," Jack lightly jokes, smiling as he shoves his shoulder back into his sister's.

Walking on the Promenade Deck, the sun was setting making a beautiful orange sky. Eve have been wandering around the ship all day, drawing more of the ship, and now she was on one of the Promenade Decks enjoying the setting sun.

Her fingertips lightly grazed the railing, and her eyes swept over the orange-tinted ocean with a smile. The April breeze gusted over her, her mid-back length blonde hair had fallen completely out of her bun and was swaying in the wind.

She was completely captivated by the ocean that she didn’t see the man, who was also not paying attention, walking in the opposite direction as her. The pair walked into each other, which caused her notebook to fall to the ground and the papers to scatter.

“Oh, dear. I am truly sorry.” The man says, his voice rich as honey and an Irish accent on top of that. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. Here, let me help you with that.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t watching either.” Eve said as they both kneeled, gathering up the papers. Suddenly one of the papers was taken by the wind, making her hurry after it. “No!”

She watched as one of the many drawings of Titanic sailed across the ocean before disappearing. “Shit.” She muttered leaning against the railing. “That was my favorite.”

The man, who she had forgotten, was still crouched looking through the many papers. His eyes darted between them in awe of the very detailed ship. “Those are extraordinary.”

Eve whipped around, slightly startled by the voice before a hot blush crept onto her cheeks. “Thanks. Evangeline Dawson, by the way.”

The man gathered the papers, sticking them nearly into the book before standing up. “Nice to meet you, Miss. Dawson. I’m Thomas Andrews.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls agape as she seemed to be frozen. Eve’s heart sped up, shocked by the man who stood in front of her with his hand stretched out towards her.

Shake his hand, you fool!

Eve placed her hand on his, shaking it vigorously. “I-wow—you’re-holy shit.” Mr. Andrews chuckled at the stuttering woman. “I mean, nice to you, Mr. Andrews.”

You’re an idiot, Eve! You made a fool of yourself!

Mr. Andrews smiled as she let go of his hand. “This belongs to you, I pursue.” He gave her notebook back. “Those are exquisite drawings, Miss. How did you get all these fine details?"

"Uh, well, I have an eye for the smallest things. I've been fascinated by this ship since it was in the building process. She is beautiful, Mr. Andrews." Eve answered, looking around at the Promdedeck she probably wasn't allowed on.

Mr. Andrews blushed with sheepishness. "Thank you, Miss. Dawson. Would you like to take a walk?"

"Oh, uh, sure," She stammered, as they began to walk.

"In a couple of your drawings, it seemed as though they were drawn when Titanic was in progress of being built." The man said as he recalled something from a few years ago. "They're was a young woman, I have seen a few times, in a tree outside the shipyard."

Eve burned red at being sort of caught, her hands twisted the fabric of her shirt (that she had taken from her brother) as she brushed a peice of hair behind her ear.

"Would you happen to know anything about that, Miss. Dawson?" Mr. Andrews asked, not at all looking or sounding angry, but highly amused.

There was no sense in lying to him, he was utterly smart and put two and two together. "I, uh, I was-Look, Mr. Andrews, I was just fascinated by the build of the ship, I wasn't looking for trouble. Even if I was almost arrested for trying to sneak into the shipyard for a closer look, that's all I was trying to do,"

Mr. Andrews raised his hand, chuckling at the woman. "I understand, Miss. Dawson."

As nightfall over the ocean and the Titanic, Mr. Andrews, and Eve walked around most of the ship, each other them listening instantly to one another as they spoke about their love for Architecture. As the man was talking, Eve took this opportunity to get a good look at the man she admired. 

He was very handsome. His dark hair was graying even though he was still in his thirties. His dark brown eyes sparkled with laughter as he chuckled. He looked well-kept, with a nice tailored suit. Mr. Andrews was first-class after all.

Eve looked away from the man, and a small smile graced her lips as she listened to the man spoke. The conversation drifted back to her, giving a moment for Mr. Andrews to look at the woman.

She was beautiful, with porcelain skin and blue-green eyes that had a spark of life. Her blonde, with a hint of brown, hair flowed down her back in waves. It swayed with the wind, ever so often she would move a piece from her face. A smile was spread on her pinkish-red lips, realizing her pearl-white teeth.

The woman wore a brown pair of trousers and a cream white with suspenders holding the pants. A look that wasn’t common for women to wear, but she pulled it off, quite well. A thin-looking jacket covered her slim, pale, arms, to him she looked like she could freeze. But instead, she seemed quite fine.

Mr. Andrews stopped, abruptly, which made her stop as well. “I can show you the blueprints if you like?”

Evangeline snapped her face and turned to him with a look of shock. “Really?”

“Really, Miss, Dawson.” Mr. Andrews nodded, watching as a grin grow on her lips. “Tomorrow afternoon, say three o’clock?”

She grinned, bouncing lightly on her heels. “Yes, of course! I love it too.”

“Then it’s settled. It was nice meeting you, Miss. Dawson." The man smiled, taking her hand in his.

"You too, Mr. Andrews." Eve blushed as he kissed her hand. "Good night, Mr. Andrews."

"Goodnight, Miss. Dawson,"

Eve watched as the man disappeared through the doors of the Promadedeck. She smiled as she walked towards the stern of the ship, hoping her brother was there. Once at the stern, she frowned at what she saw, her brother was handed-cuffed by the master at arms, a dark-haired man that was shouting, and the same woman from easier.

"Jack!" She called, stepping towards the group. "What's going on!? Why is he handed-cuffed?"

"This doesn't concern you, miss," The Master at Arms said, not sparing the woman a glance. "Move along,"

Eve's eyes flashed with anger. "It's my business when it's my brother. Uncuff him,"

"This is completely unacceptable!" The dark man shouted, ignoring the angry blonde. He stepped in front of Jack, his face inches from the younger boy's. "What made you think that you could put your hands on my fiancee?! Look at me, you filth!"

"Cal," The red-haired woman called, while Eve made her way towards her brother.

The man, Cal, grabbed ahold of her brother's suspenders, shaking him violently. "What do think you were doing?"

"Hey! Get your hands off of him!" Eve said, pushing herself between him and her brother.

The woman grabbed Cal's arm, pulling him away from Jack. "Cal, stop. It was an accident."

"An accident?" Cal looked down at his fiancee in disbelief.

"It was. Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the, uh, uh, the, uh..." The redhead said, twirling her finger in a circular motion.

"Propellers?" Cal suggested, annoyed.

"The Propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here...saved me. And almost went over himself." The woman explained, making Evelyn glance back at her brother with furrowed brows.

"You wanted to see the...She wanted to see the propellers." Cal let out a sarcastic laugh.

A man, she recognized as Archibald Gracie the Forth walked up from behind Cal and patted the man on the shoulder. "Like I said, women and machinery do not mix."

"Excuse me?" Evangeline muttered, looking mildly offended.

The Master at Arms jerked her brother towards him. "Was that the way of it?"

Jack looked at the woman, who pleaded silently for him to agree with her story. "Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it."

"Well, the boy's a hero then," Gracie says. "Good for you, son. Well done. So, it's all's well and back to our brandy, eh?"

The Master at Arms uncuffed Jack, Eve took her brother's hands and rubbed his wrists. Jack smiled at his sister, planting a kiss on her head as the woman and Cal walked away.

"Perhaps a little something for the boy?" Gracie called towards the dark-haired man.

"Of course," Cal says, stopping. "Mr. Lovejoy, I think a twenty should do it,"

The woman scoffed. "Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?"

"Rose is displeased." The man said, narrowing his eyes. "What to do? I know. Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening...to regale our group...with your heroic tale."

"Sure. Count me in." Jack said, helping his sister into his jacket.

"Good. It's settled then." Cal says, before walking away.

Jack whistled towards Lovejoy, waving his hand. "Can I bum a smoke?"

Lovejoy held out his cigarette container, Jack took two, putting one behind his ear and one in his mouth. "You'll want to tie those. It's interesting...the young lady slipped so suddenly...and you still had time to remove your jacket and shoes."

Eve glanced down at her brother's untied shoes, as Lovejoy walked away leaving the siblings alone. "What happened, Jack? And don't lie to me,"

Jack sighed, tying his shoes before meeting his sister's eyes. "She was going jump. I convinced her to come back over, but it took a bit. She did actually slip, though."

"Jesus." She murmured, sadness flickered in her eyes. "She's safe now. Because of you. You saved her, Jack,"

Jack smiled, swinging an arm around her shoulders. "Guess I did. Anyway, what did you do all day?"

They started walking back to their cabin, Eve smiled softly at the thought of Mr. Andrews. "Draw a bit. Wondered around the ship. And I might have met Thomas Andrews."

Her brother stopped abruptly. A grin spread across his lips. "You meet Thomas Andrews? You probably made a fool of yourself, didn't you?"

"I did." Eve went beet red. She walked backward in front of him, a large smile on her face. "Oh, Jack. I froze like an idiot. I was so shocked that The Thomas Andrews was standing in front of me. And he knows that I was the one who was trying to sneak into the shipyard when the Titanic was being built. It was so embarrassing."

Jack laughed at his sister's embarrassment. "Was he at least nice?"

"He was amazing, Jack! I actually meeting him tomorrow, he going to show me his blueprints." She gushed, excitement bleeding through her body. She couldn't wait to see the blueprints and Mr. Andrews tomorrow.

The older of the two smiled at his excited sister, watching her bounce with every step she took and the large grin on her face. She gushed about Thomas Andrews and what they talked about on their walk together.

"Are you going to see Rose again?" Eve asked, looking back at her brother as he opened the door to their cabin.

"I don't know. Maybe," He says, climbing into their shared bed. "Night, Eve,"

Evangeline layed beside him, her arms wrapped around his. "Night, Jack,"

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April 12th, 1912
Atlantic Ocean

In the third-class dining salon, Evangeline sat with her brother nibbling a piece of bread. Her stomach turned with knots, her nerves going way-hire. It was already mid-afternoon, three hours until she will meet with Mr. Andrews. It felt as though she could vomit as Tommy looked through some of her papers. A cigarette lay loosely in his fingers.

“There are extraordinary.” He mocked, his voice deepened. He was mimicking Mr. Andrews. “He really said that?”

Eve smiled, laughing a bit. “Yeah, he did.”

“You are very good.” Tommy whistled as he turned his chair around in a circle. It was a detailed drawing of the dining salon. “Down to every last detail. Very, very good.”

“Thanks, Tommy.”

Her eyes meet with Cora’s parents. She glanced down at the small girl, who was sitting in Jack’s arm trying to draw. “Cora, we have to go now. Say goodbye to Uncle Jack and Aunt Eve.” The little girl's father says.

Cora stood up with a smile. “Bye, Uncle Jack, Aunt Eve.”

Evangeline smiled at the girl as Jack said goodbye. “Goodbye, Cora.”

Suddenly the salon became quiet, beside a few whispers. Eve looked towards the salon entrance and saw Rose coming down the stairs. A soft smile graced her lips as the redhead walked towards them, with a sense of awkwardness. The third-class people whispered to one another as she passed them. Eve nudged her brother and motioned toward the younger woman. Jack’s eyes locked on Rose, he stood up as she stopped in front of him. Her hands clutched her small purse as the salon become loud again. Eve watched her brother and Rose talk, chuckling when she saw him swallow harshly. He was nervous.

“May I speak with you?” Rose asked.

Jack nodded. “Of course.”

Rose glanced at Tommy, Fabri, and Helga, who were in awe of her. Eve had gone back to nursing her piece of bread and her drawings.

“In private.” She concluded, her blue eyes turning back on Jack.

“Yes, of course,” Jack says, taking his notebook out of his sister’s hand. “I’ll see you later, Eve.”

Eve glanced at her brother with a smile. “Have fun.”

She watched as the pair walked off and up the stairs, while Tommy and Fabrizio laughed.

The Irishman turned towards Eve, his leg bumping hers. “Jackaboy is getting the girl. Are you getting the man?”

“No.” She immediately says, her face neutral. “I am not getting the man.”

He whistled, leaning down. “Denial, Eve. You’re in denial.”

Fabri leaned over the bench, his face right next to one of his best friends. “Jack is right. You love that Andrews man.”

Eve scoffed, pushing his head away from her. “I do not love Mr. Andrews. I only meet him yesterday.”

She stood up, gathering her papers before walking towards the stairs. Tommy quickly followed after her, an arm swung over her shoulders.

“You see, Young Evie.” He started as they walked onto the poop deck. “Love comes in many different ways.”

“And what are the ways?” She asked, raising a brow.

Tommy smiled, lighting a cigarette. “First, the slow burn. Can take a few months, or years to fall in love with that one person. Second, the love at first sight. Your brother was that one taken, so that leaves. The always been in love. That’s you, my friend.”

“Oh, is it, now?” Eve says, highly amused.

“Yes, my dearest Evie. You said you admired this Thomas Andrews man for years, correct?” He received a nod. “Say that admiration was love. No, no, Eve. Hear me out.”

She went to walk away, rolling her eyes as he stepped in front of her.

“Just think about it. You admired-“ Tommy trailed off, his eyes focused on something behind her.

Eve frowned. “Tommy? What’s wrong?”

He pointed towards something before her before grabbing her arms and turning her towards it. Her eyes meet with Mr. Andrews, who was standing on the deck above them.

“Hello, Miss. Dawson.” He says, his mouth lifted with a smile. “Care to take a walk, unless you and your friend are busy.”

Tommy pushed her forwards, snapping her out of her memorized state. She stumbled slightly before catching her footing. “No, she’s not busy. I was going.”

Eve sent the younger Irishman a glare as Mr. Andrews chuckled. “Excellent. Care to join me, Miss. Dawson?”

“Yes, of course.” She smiled up at him. Her smile suddenly faded.

“What’s wrong, Miss. Dawson?” Mr. Andrews asked, his brows frowned.

Eve pointed towards the sign on the gate that separates the third and first class. “Am I allowed?”

Mr. Andrews laughed, nodding. “Yes, you are.”

The man opened the gate allowing her to step through. The pair started walking, with a bit of distance Eve made. He was three hours earlier than he originally said, but she wasn’t complaining.

“Tell me about yourself, Miss. Dawson.” Mr. Andrews glanced at the young woman.

“What do you want to know?” Eve says, her fingers tangled with her dress. “And please, call Eve.”

“Alright, Eve, call me Thomas then,” Thomas said. “Everything.”

Eve proceeded to talk about her life, how her parents died when she and her brother was fifteen, and how they traveled the world; from France, Ireland, Italy, and England. She gushed about her brother, how he was everything to her. And why she was going to America.

She lived in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. Remember her, her brother, and their father used to go ice-fishing and how Jack had fallen into the icy waters.

After a walk around the first-class deck, Thomas stopped at the first-class entrance and help open the door.

Eve looked at him with a look of bewilderment. “I don’t think—”

“Nonsense, Eve. Come, the blueprints are in my stateroom.” Thomas smiled, a hand on the small of her back.

Walking into the grand entrance, Eve’s mouth fall ajar as she was met with the grand staircase. It was a beautiful sight. She looked in awe, her eyes darting around the room as first-class men and women walked around in disgust.

Behind her was Thomas, who watched with a soft smile. His dark eyes danced with amusement as Evangeline took her first step on the staircase.

Following the woman, Thomas leads her to his stateroom, A-36. He opened his cabin door, letting Evelyn in first before closing the door. The woman looked around the wonder, her eyes big as they danced over the very expensive, yet stunning room.

“Is it up to your liking?” Thomas asked as he stepped around her.

“It’s stunning. The grand staircase, this room, everything.” She said, raving. “You’re truly brilliant, Thomas.”

Thomas blushed madly. “Thank you, Eve. The blueprints.”

Eve followed the man into another room, a study of sorts. Her eyes watched every movement he made, every small detail of this man. Thomas pulled out several rolls of blue paper and set them down on the desk.

He unraveled one, flatting it out before looking at Eve. “Take a look.”

She slowly walked over to the desk, and her fingers lightly grazed the paper. Eve was amazed as she sat down on the chair in front of the desk. Her eyes never left it as she leaned slightly closer and her fingers barely touch the paper as if she was afraid to touch it.

“Thomas.” She breathed. “Thank you for showing me these.”

Thomas placed his hand on the back of her chair, leaning ever so slightly down. “No need to thank me, Eve. After our talk last night, I knew you would like to see them.”

Eve turned her head towards the man, their faces close, yet far from each other. “Teach me all you know.”

For the past three hours, Thomas teach her everything that he knows. They spent those hours getting to know each, laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

She thought about what Tommy said. That her admiration was love. Maybe he was right, maybe she did love him. Even if she only meet him last night.

Outside of the room, the pair could hear a trumpet faintly. Thomas stood up from the spot where he was kneeling. "That was the dinner horn."

"Oh, well, I should be going there," Eve said, standing from the chair. She turned to Thomas with a smile. "Thank you, Thomas. It was nice talking with you."

"Eve, would you perhaps like to join me for dinner?" Thomas asked, his eyes swept over her face.

Eve's face flashed surprise before smiling. "Of course, but I don't have anything to wear,"

"I know just the person," He said, leading her out of the room and towards the grand staircase where they met with a plump brown-haired woman and her brother. Jack looked at his sister with a knowing look making her roll her eyes. "Ah! Molly, I like you to meet Evangeline Dawson. Eve, this is Molly Brown."

"Hello." Eve greeted, shaking the woman's hand.

Thomas smiled. "She's joining me for dinner-"

Molly cut the man off with her smile. "And she has nothing to wear. Just like her brother, here. Follow me, darling. I have just the thing for you,"

The young blonde followed after her brother and Molly, glancing back at Thomas who was watching her. She sent him a smile before her brother, rudely, bumped his shoulder into hers.

"What?" She whispered, looking away from the man and to her brother.

"How was it?" Jack asked, side-stepping a first-class man.

"Fine. And what about you and Rose?" She countered.

Jack smirked. "I taught her how to spit like a man."

Eve whipped her head towards him. "No, you did not. Was she any good?"

"A bit of practice and she'll get a hang of it," The older twin stated, his eyes dancing with endearment.

"You really do like her, huh?"

"More than you know, Eve. More than you know,"

Walking into Molly's stateroom, the older woman told Jack to sit tight while the women got ready. Molly led Eve into her bedroom shuffled through her wardrobe and pulled out a stunning ivory satin evening gown.

Molly placed it on the bed before picking up a corset. Once the corset was on, Eve could barely breathe. "Is it supposed to be this tight?"

"Tighter the best as they say," Molly says, picking up the dress. "Try it on,"

Slipping the dress carefully over her shoulders and making sure it was perfect, Eve looked at herself in the small mirror on the vanity. The dress was something she never dreamed of, ivory satin with beaded lattice and appliquéd red roses.

“Sit, Eve. Let me fix your hair.” Molly sat the woman down and began to fix her bun and left a few strands hanging around her face.

The older woman applied light make-up to her face, her pink lips were now ruby red, her eyes were lined with black eyeliner, and a small amount of blush on her cheeks. 

“You look beautiful, Eve. Thomas won’t know what hit him.” Molly grinned, picking a shimmering diamond necklace.

“Oh, Molly, I—I can’t wear that,” Eve says, her wide.

“Sure you can. It’s fake after all.” The older woman chuckled, clipping the necklace around the young woman’s neck. She clipped on matching earrings before stepping back. “There. Stunning as ever.”

“Thank you, Molly. For everything.” Eve placed on the ivory satin gloves as the older woman got ready. “I’ll return everything.”

“Keep it, darling. My daughter-in-law won’t miss a thing.” Molly said, stepping towards the door. “Jack, she’s ready.”

Eve stepped out of the bedroom, her heels clicking against the ground as she stand in front of her brother. Jack’s mouth dropped, and his eyes widen as he had never since his sister like this before. She looked beautiful.

“Wow, Eve.” He smiled, stepping closer to his sister. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Jack. It’s your turn.” Eve grinned, pushing her brother into the room. “Make him look like a million banks, Molly.”

“You heard the girl, son.” Molly patted him on the back.

Jack and Molly disappeared back into the bedroom and a little bit later the older woman call her in. Eve stepped into the room, her brother was wearing a nice tailored black suit. His blonde hair was slicked back, yet a few pieces escaped.

“I was right. You and my son are just about the same size.” Molly smiled, placing her hands on her hips.

“Pretty close,” Jack says, as his sister straightens his jacket out. “What do you think, Eve?”

Eve smiled up at her brother. “You look amazing.”

“You shine up like a new penny, Jack,” Molly adds, standing behind the siblings.

Waiting at the end of the staircase was Thomas Andrews. His dark eyes swept over the sea of people crossing his path, as they headed into the Reception Room for dinner. His calloused hands folded in front of his midnight black trousers, accompanied by a white evening shirt and a bowie. He was standing alone in the Grand Hallway, waiting for the woman who he couldn't seem to get out of his head.

A few feet away from him was Jack Dawson, Eve's brother, standing with one of his arms behind his back and the other out as he practiced shaking someone's hand. Thomas chuckled, noticing the similarities and differences between Jack and Evangeline. The boy was a foot taller than his sister, with blonder hair and bluer eyes. While Eve had a more dirty blonde look to her hair and a hint of green to her blue eyes and was around five-six.

The shill voice of Ruth Dewitt Bukater assaulted his ears like nails on a chalkboard and the low rumble of Caledon Hockley's voice, as he gloated about the seven-thousand tons of his family's steel that was built into the ship. His ship. Before the two was Rose Dewitt Bukater, in a pink and black laced gown with white satin gloves covering her hands, arms, and elbows.

She was focused on Jack, who was memorized by her. Thomas looked away, his hands become clammy as his nerves spiked. Why was he so nervous? It was just dinner, what was there to be nervous about? Maybe it was the fact that this was the first time, in a long time, since he had been with a woman--not that Eve and he were together, but it's been a while since his relationship with Helen.

As he was turning back towards the Grand Staircase his breath caught in his throat. Standing at the top of the staircase was Evangeline, her face filled with anxiety as her blue-green eyes wandered around looking for him. When their eyes met, brown met blue, the world around them seemed to fade, and it was only Eve.

A smile spread across her ruby red lips, and her eyes were light with relief, her hands unclutched her dress. Her steps were slow and calculated as if she was afraid to fall, yet their eyes never left each other, a gazing look of adoring. As she stepped down each stair, closer and closer she got, it was like an angel had stepped into view, gliding its way towards him.

At the bottom of the staircase, Thomas gently picked up her hand, pressing his lips on the back, warm with a sense of life. Unknown to them, Molly, Jack, and Rose looked upon them with identical looks of knowing.

"Miss. Dawson," he says, smiling softly.

"Mr. Andrews," Eve replied, a smirk lay upon her red lips.

Thomas didn't anything, as they headed towards the Reception Room slightly behind her brother and Rose, Eve's arm looped with Thomas's. She could hear the younger woman explain who the people were as they walked them.

The Countess of Rothes, John Jacob Astor, and his wife Madeleine, who was expecting, Benjamin Guggenheim and his mistress, Madame Aubert, and lastly, Sir Cosmo and Lucile, Lady Duff-Gordon. As well as a few different people had come up to Thomas, expressing their surprise at his attendance.

Molly looped her arm with Jack's free elbow, heading into the dining area. She glanced back at Eve and addressed the twins. "Rember, they love money. Pretend like you own a gold mine and you're in the club. Hey, Astor,"

"Hello, Molly, Thomas. Nice to see you." Mr. Astor greeted the two with a smile.

"J.J, Madeleine, I'd like you to meet Jack and Evangeline Dawson," Rose says, as Mrs. Astor greeted both of them.

Mr. Astor shook Jack's hand and kissed Eve's before speaking. "Well, Jack, Evangeline, are you of the Boston Dawsons?"

Jack and Eve shared a similar look of panic before the older of the two spoke. "No, the Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually."

"Oh, yes." Mr. Astor nodded.

Advancing toward their table, Thomas could tell that Eve was nervous, just like he was. Her fingers clenched on his bicep, playing with the fabric. He pulled out the seat next to him for the young woman, causing her to let go of his sleeve and sit. He glanced at Eve, her eyes wide with a look of panic.

Sitting beside her, Thomas placed his hand on top of hers, his thumb rubbing ever so slightly against the back of her hand. Eve looked at him, face filling with a bit of relief as she slipped her fingers into his, entwining them.

“Tell us of them accommodations in steerage, Mr and Miss. Dawson. I hear they’re quite good”. Mrs. Dewitt Bukater sneered at the siblings.

“The best I’ve seen, ma’am. Hardly any rats.” Jack answered, with confidence.

The table chuckled, as Eve smirked, wildly. There were rats in steerage, hundreds of them, and yet the Dawsons, nor any of third-class minded. It gave the place a sense of life, according to Eve.

“Mr and Miss Dawson are joining us from third class.” The deep rumble of Cal Hockey spoke. “He was of help to my fiancée last night.”

Eyes turned on Eve, who clutched Thomas’s hand. “I invited Miss. Dawson to have dinner with me. She is quite an artist.” Thomas says.

“So is Mr. Dawson,” Rose added. “He showed me some of his work today.”

“Rose and I differ in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work, sir.” Cal replied, his face screwed up with a sneer. “Ma’am.”

Eve just smiled as her brother waved the dark haired off. A waiter was coming around with caviar and offered some to Eve. She had never tried it, so she took a small amount on a cracker. Taking a bit of the dish, her face instantly turned sickly. It was too salty for her, and it tasted like seawater. Evangeline coughed lightly, gaining the attention of Thomas, Molly, Rose, and Jack before swallowing harshly.

“Are you alright?” Thomas asked, leaning slightly towards her with an amused smirk.

Eve quickly took a sip of her drink, washing down the awful taste of caviar. “Yeah. Yeah, it was salty and tasted like seawater.”

Thomas chuckled as she looked down at her plate and silverware. “Shit.” She whispered.

“Start from the outside and work your way in,” Thomas says before they listened to J. Bruce Ismay talk about the ship.

“She may be mine on paper. But in the eyes of god, she belongs to Thomas Andrews. He knows, every rivet in her, don’t you Thomas?” Ismay says, looking at the other man.

Rose placed her gloved hand on Thomas’s arm. “Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Truly.”

Thomas blushed, with a sheepish grin. “Thank you, Rose.”

“And where exactly do you live, Mr and Miss. Dawson?” Ruth’s shill voice echoed.

Jack and Eve shared a look before he answered. “Well, right now, our address is the RMS Titanic. And after that, we’re in God’s good humor.”

“And how do you have the means to travel?”

“I work my way from place to place. Tramp streamers and such. Evangeline worked from place to place, too. Waitressing and Seamstressing. But we won our tickets on Titanic at a lucky hand at poker.” Jack explained, with a smile.

“A very lucky hand,” Eve added, her eyes meeting her brother’s before turning to Thomas, who was already looking at her. “Very lucky.”

The pair smiled at each other as Gracie spoke. “All life is a game of luck.”

“A real man makes his own luck. Right, Dawson?” Cal seemed to disagree with Gracie. Jack hummed and nodded.

Ruth looked between the siblings with a look of hatred. “And you find that sort of rootless experience appealing?”

Thomas and Molly had a similar look on their faces as they stared at the older Dewitt Bukater. Eve nodded, sipping her drink as her brother spoke. She knew that he was a better person to speak with these people than she was.

“Yes, ma’am, I do. So does Eve.” Jack swallowed, before composing himself. ”I’ve got everything I need right here with me. I have air in my lungs, a few black sheets of paper, and my sister. I love walking up, not knowing what will happen or who I’ll meet. Where I’ll wind up. Just the other night Eve and I were sleeping under a bridge…now we’re on the grandest ship in the world, having Champagne with you fine people. Life’s a gift. I don’t intend in wasting it. You never know what hand you’ll get dealt. You learn to take life as it comes at you. Here, Cal.” He tossed a pack of matches at the dark-haired man. “Make each day count.”

Molly nodded. “Well said, Jack.”

“Hear, hear,” Gracie adds.

Rose raised her glass. “To making it count.”

Eve and everyone followed suit, raising their glasses, except Cal. And cheered. “To making it count.”

Throughout the dinner, Eve listens to the people at their table rave about their lives and stories, giggling at Molly’s story about her husband and how she had hidden money in the stove and lit it on fire.

“Next is brandy in the smoking room,” Rose said, discreetly toward Jack, but Evelyn caught it too.

Gracie stood up, looking at the men. “Join me in a brandy, gentlemen?”

“Now they retreat to congratulate each other on being masters of the universe,” Rose whispers.

“Ladies, thank you for your company,” Ismay says, glancing at all the women.

Thomas stood up, making Eve turn her head towards him. Her face filled with despair. “Are you going with them, Thomas?”

“Oh, no,” Thomas says, holding out his hand to her. “Join me for a walk?”

“Sure.” Eve’s face melted with relief. She took his hand, him helping her stand before offering his arm to her.

As they walked out of the dining hall and up the stairs, making their way to the Grand hallway. Eve stopped, grinning. “Instead of the walk, do you want to go to a real party?”

Thomas frowned. “What—Eve!”

Eve grabbed his hand, pulling him down the stairs and hurrying him out of the hallway and onto the deck. She glanced back at the man as they ran towards the third-class dining salon. At the stairs, loud music blasted from the place, they walked down them to see the third-class passengers dancing, drinking, and having the time of their lives.

“Welcome to steerage, Thomas.” She says, holding out her arm towards her people. “This is what a real party looks like.”

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Thomas watched from where he was sitting with Rose and the Dawsons' roommate as Evangeline danced with Fabrizio and Helga. A large grin was on her lips, and a laugh of pure happiness bubbles out of her throat before being drowned by the music and chatting. Her body moved with the music, though it looked like she didn’t know the steps.

An Irish accent thicker than his came loudly toward him as its owner placed four glasses of beer on the table. “Aye, you must be the Thomas Andrews our Eve talks about all the time. Tommy Ryan.”

The two men shook hands, Thomas picked up a beer and took a sip. “Nice to meet you!” He shouted over the music.

The music faded as the dance ended before starting right back up again with a different tune. Eve giggled as Fabri seized her by the shoulders and planted several kisses on her cheeks.

“Okay! Okay, Fabri! Please, enough!” She shouted as she pushed the man away gently. A smile on her face. “Have fun with Helga.”

“Divertimento!” The man yelled, taking his woman in his arms.

“Divertimento!” Eve laughed, weaving her way through the crowd. “Cora!”

The little girl, not older than six, looked towards the blonde, her rosy red face lighting. “Aunt Eve!”

Cora barreled into Eve, her tiny arms around her waist. Eve returned the hug before whispering something in her ear and walking over to Thomas. She stood behind his chair, leaning over his shoulder, and grabbed the beer that sitting in front of him.

She chugged the beer, downing the entire glass. Thomas was stunned stiff, raised eyebrows and a slacked jaw.

Eve just smirked, pulling him up out of his seat, and proceeded to take off his jacket. “Dance with me, Thomas.”

“I—I don’t know the steps.” The man stuttered as she hang his jacket off his chair.

“Nobody does, Thomas. Just go with it.” She said, looseing his dress shirt before pulling him into the crowd. “Don’t think, just move.”

The young woman, boldly, placed his arm around her waist, while one of their hands locked together and her other one gripped his shoulder. They started to move, galloping and spinning in circles around the room, passing each other like horses and cars on the streets.

As they danced, their skin became shiny with sweat, and Eve’s hair partially fell out of her bun. They moved like water together, their faces mere inches apart and their laughter was mixed.

Eve noticed Helga and Fabrizio move onto the makeshift stage. Claps and hoots of passengers echoed as the band played faster and louder. She tugged Thomas towards it.

“Come!”

On the stage, she looped her arm with Thomas’s, who looked mildly panicked. Eve gave a reassuring smile before they twirled about each other. Not before long, her brother and Rose climbed onto the stage making them stop.

Jack started doing a jig as Rose throw off her heels and tossed them to one of the women. She mimicked Jack’s moves, almost perfectly, each other them taking turns with the dance.

Looping her arm with Thomas’s again, they started twirling about each other, along with Rose and Jack. Soon the jig ended, Eve pulled the man off the stage with Jack and Rose on their heels over to the table.

While Jack and Thomas went to get drinks, Eve held out her hand to Rose. “We haven’t properly met. I’m Evangeline, but you can call me Eve.”

The women shook hands, Rose wiped the sweat from her face and smiled. “Rose Dewitt Bukater.”

“You seem to catch my brother’s eye.” Eve grabbed the younger woman by the arm and helped her weave through the crowd. “No girl has ever done that.”

Rose laughed. “Impossible! He must have girls lining up for him.”

Eve glanced back at the redhead. “No. Jack knows what he likes. He won’t go for just anyone, Rose. And he likes you.”

“What about you and Mr. Andrews? You seem to take a liking towards him.” Rose blushed and countered the conversation.

“I do like him!” Eve says, pushing through the crowd. “I just don’t take anyone dancing.”

“No, I mean, you have feelings for him, Eve.” The redhead said, her hand clutching Eve’s. “Not friendship feelings.”

Eve stopped for a moment, abruptly, turning her head towards the young woman. “What do you mean?”

“Love, Eve,” Rose stated as she gets jolted.

“And what about love do you know?” They started moving through the crowd together.

Rose had gone quiet, thoughts running through her head. “Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you’re offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone’s feelings.”

“Who said that?” The blonde asked, glancing at the woman.

“I did,” Rose says, tugging on her hand. They stopped again. “I think love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.”

Eve thought about it, Thomas did set a fire in her heart and awakened something in her soul. She wanted more of him, all of him.

“You can’t tell anyone, Rose.” She said finally. “Thomas can’t know.”

Rose frowned. “Why not?”

“Look at me, Rose, look around. I have nothing to offer him. Between Jack and I, we only have ten banks.” Eve replied, waving her arm around.

“Eve.” Rose started, her blue eyes flickered to something behind Eve as the older woman cut her off.

“Look at me, Rose, I’m in an unbelievably itchy dress. I think my ribs are being crashed as we speak by this stupid corset. My feet hurt from wearing these shoes, and my ears are in pain from these earrings. Thomas, he’s a somebody, a man of great fortune with a name so big. He is unbelievably brilliant. For god sake, he built this ship.”

“Eve—“ the redhead tries but was cut by Evelyn again.

Eve’s cheeks were red from the warmth in the room. “Me, on the other hand, I’m a nobody. I’m not worth a dime. I’m not someone with money or a big name, nor am I as smart as Thomas is. As I said, I have nothing to offer him.”

“That’s not true,” Rose says, her eyes moving back to Jack’s sister. “Eve, you are somebody. And you are someone to Mr. Andrews. I’ve seen how he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world. I don’t think it matters to him if you have money or not. You’re the fire that ignited in his heart.”

“Rose! Eve!” Jack’s voice rang out to them. The women looked to where the voice came from and saw Jack and Thomas coming toward them.

Rose tugged on the older woman’s hand. “You’re somebody, Eve. Remember that.”

The girls met with Jack and Thomas, walking the rest of the way towards the table. The architect gave a glass of beer to Eve, making her down it quickly before looking at Thomas who looked deep in thought.

"You okay?!" She shouted over the music. A hand laying on his arm. "We can leave if you want?"

"No! No," Thomas snapped out of his thoughts. "I'm fine. I was just thinking, that's all,"

Eve looked unsure but nodded. Her eyes landed on Rose who was standing on her toes as her brother hold up her skirt. "Wow,"

"Can you do that?" Thomas asked, impressed by the redhead.

"God no," Eve laughed, taking a cigarette from a man who offered her one. "I'll break my toes doing that."

She watched as Rose let out a cry, falling into her brother's arms. A smile graced her lips as the pair laughed in each other's arms. She took a long drag of the smoke before crushing it with her shoe and grabbing Thomas's drink, setting it on a counter as they were pulling into a chain dance. They galloped with the rest of the passengers, laughing as Thomas grabbed Rose's hand pulling her and Jack into the dance.

Unknown to the four, Lovejoy was on the stairs, his face screwed up in a scowl as he watched them. He watched them for a few mintures before turning around and heading back up the stairs. The night was cold and dark as Eve and Thomas walked towards the First-Class entrance. It was peaceful and calm, hearing the waves crashing against the ship and the humming of the woman.

His jacket was wrapped around her shoulders, shielding her exposed arms from the frigid air. Her hair was flowing down her back after she had taken out the rest of the bun, and the earrings were lost somewhere in the dining Salon amongst the chaos.

"What is it that you're humming?" Thomas asked, holding her heels in his hand.

"Come, Josephine, in my flying machine. My mom used to sing it for me and my brother before bedtime," Eve answered before proceeding to sing. "Come, Josephine, in my flying machine. Going up she goes! Up she does! Balance yourself like a bird on a beam. In the air, she goes! There she goes!"

Thomas smiled as he joined. The pair laughed as the man got a few of the words wrong or mixed, yet still singing it the best he could. His mind was also filled with thoughts concerning Eve, he had heard what the girls were talking about. He didn’t mean to over-hear, it was an accident.

Rose was right. Evangeline was somebody.

He didn’t care about the lack of money, nor that the blonde woman was a third-class passenger. He didn’t care that she doesn’t wear high-end gowns, heels, or jewelry and make-up. She was perfect the way she was. He didn’t mind her wearing men's clothes, trousers, and suspenders; she looked better in them than most men.

“Thomas.” The sweet voice of Eve invaded his ears. He snapped out his thoughts, his eyes meeting hers. She was smiling at him. “Something on your mind? You stopped singing.”

They stopped walking, and she leans against the railing of the ship. Thomas felt warmth creep onto his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I was distracted, forgive me, Eve.”

“Forgiven.” The woman replied, looking up at him. “Now what’s on that mind? Something’s bothering you.”

Thomas’s face flickered with a couple of emotions before he spoke. “I want to apologize in advance. I didn’t mean to over-hear your conversation with young Rose, it was an accident.”

“Oh.” Eve’s face paled, drastically. “Thomas, I—”

He held up his hand, stopping her. He didn’t look disgusted or angry, his face was neutral. “Don’t worry, I didn’t hear all of it. Only the end. And Miss. Dewitt Bukater is right, Eve. You are somebody to me. You’re more than somebody, you’re an amazing, talented, and smart young woman, who has a bright future.”

The pair became silent, Eve turned towards the ocean, her eyes swept over the pitch black vast sea. Her hands gripped the railing, her knuckles turning white. She could feel Thomas move closer to her, his warmth invading hers, yet she refused to look at him. Instead of focusing on the starry sky, hundreds of tiny lights twinkled in the dark sky.

A shooting star shot through the sky as she remembered something her father used to say.

“Did you see that? A shooting star. My pops used to tell me every time you saw one, it was a soul going to heaven.” She said, finally looking at Thomas. “What?”

Thomas was smiling at her with a look of endearment. “You’re beautiful, Eve.”

Eve blushed madly, turning her head into her shoulder. “Thanks, Thomas.”

“What do you wish for?” He asked, stepping closer to her. Any closer and he’ll be touching her.

She looked back at him. Brown meets blue. “Something I can’t have.”

They stared at each other for a long moment before Eve placed her hand on his shoulder and patted it gently. “Thank you for everything, Mr. Andrews.”

“Eve—“

She smiled softly at him. “Good night, Mr. Andrews.” Eve leaned up, pressing a kiss on his cheek before walking away.

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April 13th, 1912

Atlantic Ocean

The morning of Saturday, April 13th was uneventful. It seemed that Thomas was busy with a few things on the ship, so that left Eve wandering around the ship by herself. Jack was preoccupied with whole things with Rose, leaving her alone.

Currently, she was sitting on the bench on the poop deck, knees curled to her chest. Her notebook resting on her lap, its pages fluttering on the wind as she draws. Smudges of black charcoal covered her hands and fingertips as she smoothed in a few lines.

Instead of the usual drawing of the ship, this one was of Jack and Rose. They were in the position they were last night when Rose had fallen in her brother's arms. Eve wasn't as good as Jack when it came to people drawing, but she was decent enough to capture the finest details.

During lunch, Eve ate with Tommy, Fabri, and Helga. She chatted, well tried chatting with Helga, even though she couldn't understand her. She sipped her tea as she grabbed the piece of bread from her Italian friend and took a bite out of it.

After lunch, she headed up to the promenade deck and luckily not being caught. Eve made her way towards the bow of the ship when she heard a familiar voice above her.

"Andrews!" The shill of Ismay invaded her ears. "What in the hell were you doing with that steerage last night?"

"Steerage? What are you on about, Bruce." Thomas's voice replied.

"That girl, man! Miss. Dawson, her name was. The one that was dining with us yesterday night." Ismay says, his voice hard.

"Eve?" Thomas sounded confused. "What about her?"

"You dancing with steerage last night, Mr. Andrews!" The chairman of White Star Line bellowed. "You have a reputation to uphold. You can not continue this—this transgression!"

Transgression? What does he mean by transgression?

"What about Helen? What would she say?" Ismay sounded disgusted.

"Helen?" Thomas questioned. "Bruce, Helen, and I are not together anymore. We haven't been in a long time. There is no transgression."

Their feet seemed to shuffle down the deck above. Eve quickly followed the steps until she got to the edge of the promenade deck.

"That woman is steerage, Mr. Andrews. Are you willing to throw your whole reputation away for some third-class girl?" Ismay's voice was strained. "I will not let you damage Titanic's image because you choose a woman below your class. She's is a nobody, Mr. Andrews. Just steerage."

It was silent. Neither of the two men spoke. Eve felt her heart pounding in her chest, waiting for Thomas's response. And at his next words, her heart filled with agony.

"You're right, Mr. Ismay." The hollow voice of Thomas said. "Just steerage."

A hand patting a shoulder echoed as Ismay spoke. "Good man. Now I have busy to tend to. Goodbye, Mr. Andrews."

Eve's eyes clouded with tears as she ran back towards the poop deck. Rounding the corner of the deck, she ran into a body. Hands steady her, as a familiar voice spoke.

"Oh! Eve, are you alright?"

She looked up to see Rose Dewitt Bukater standing before her with her hands in her arms. The younger woman's face was laced with concern.

"Eve, what happened?" Rose asked.

"Thomas—he—I—god, I'm such an idiot." Eve cried, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.

Rose glanced around, before pulling her friend into a well-needed hug. "Tell me what happened."

Her arms wrapped around the redhead, her cheek rested against the woman's shoulder, and whispered. "He said I was just steerage. Ismay, he forbid Thomas from seeing me. Said he didn't want Titanic's and Thomas's reputation to be damaged by the likes of me. And Thomas agreed with him."

The redhead didn't say anything, only pulled away from the older woman and slid her hand in hers. She pulled Eve, heading towards the first-class entrance, through the grand hallway, up the staircase, and down several hallways before coming to a room.

Rose opened the door, letting in her friend before closing it behind them. She lead the blonde into her bedroom and sat her down on her vanity chair.

"Let's go you cleaned up." She says, grabbing a wet cloth and wiping away the old make-up that was still from last night.

Once Eve's face was cleared from the caked-on make-up, Rose dragged her up and over to her bed. The young woman throws herself on top of it, giggling as she bounces a bit and lays like a starfish.

"I never had a friend like this." The redhead says, staring at her bed cover. "Sit down, Eve."

Eve sat down on the very comfortable bed, laying her hands on her lap. "A friend like what?"

Rose sat up on her elbows. "Well, mother never really let me have friends. Female friends, that is. Never just—Uh, what's the word?"

"Hanging out." The blonde suggested.

"Yes! Hanging out." Rose giggled. "Handing out like this. Having fun. Instead, it was dinner parties, banquets, and such. Never this." Eve didn't respond, making Rose sit up. "I'm sorry about Mr. Andrews, Eve."

Eve scouts back on the bed until her back hit the wall. A sniff escapes. "I can't believe he agreed. He told me last night that I was somebody to him. Not just steerage."

"Eve," Rose says. "Mr. Ismay, he's an idiot for breaking apart such a beautiful thing that you and Mr. Andrews have. I'll talk with Mr. Andrews, try and make him reconsider."

"I don't know, Rose. Maybe it was too good to be true. Maybe I got caught up on something that wasn't meant to be." Eve wipes her nose with her sleeve. "Maybe it was just an unrealistic dream, a fantasy."

"No, Evangeline, it's not just a fantasy." Rose shifted, so her body was facing Eve's. "It's real. Mr. Andrews and you are meant to be. Think about it. God or whoever brought you two together for a reason. I'll talk to him. Don't give up on this so fast."

Eve smiled at her friend before leaving her head on Rose's lap. "Thanks, Rose."

April 14th, 1912
Atlantic Ocean

"Jack, you're not going to get in," Eve says, following after her brother to the first-class dining hall where they were doing church services. "Jack!"

Jack had descended the stairs, greeting Thomas who was standing on the second flight of stairs with his small notebook in his hands. Eve stopped abruptly, her eyes meeting Thomas's and her heart raced in her chest.

Thomas's face flickered with several different emotions before smiling. "Hello, Eve,"

Eve didn't return the smile as she glanced at her brother who was stopped at the doors of the dining hall before turning and heading back up the stairs. Thomas frowned, following the woman who was now on the promenade deck, her steps were fast.

He glanced around before jogging to caught up with her, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She stopped and twirled towards him with a pained expression.

It made Thomas feel sick. "What's wrong, Eve?"

"Nothing, I'm fine, Mr. Andrews," Eve says, trying to pull her wrist out of his burning holding. "Absolutely fine."

But his hold didn't waver. "You aren't fine, Eve. Something's wrong."

"Like I said, Mr. Andrews, I'm fine. Now please let me go." She wrenched her wrist out of his hand before turning away.

As she walked toward the gate that lead to the poop deck, Thomas followed. Before she could open the gate, Thomas wedged himself between it. "Talk to me, Eve. What's going on?"

Eve looked up, brown meeting blue. A look of despair bled through her eyes. "I don't think Mr. Ismay would like that, Mr. Andrews."

"Eve." Thomas breathed, his voice wavered a bit. "It's not—"

"I know what it is, Mr. Andrews." The woman says, straight in his eyes. "I'm just steerage. And if you be with the likes of me, you'll damage not only your reputation but Titanic's as well."

"Eve, no! It's not—I don't—Eve!" Thomas stammered over his words as Evangeline pushed her way through him and the gate and descended down the stairs. "Evangeline!"

But the woman was already out of sight, heading down into the dining salon. Thomas felt as if his heart of ripped out of his chest and stomped into million's pieces. And couldn't fathom how Eve was feeling. He felt sick just thinking about it.

Damn it, you Ismay.

He didn't care about his reputation, nor (surprisingly) Titanic's. All he cared about of the blue eyes beauty down in the dining salon. And dare he say, he loves her.

He wanted to follow her, explain everything but he can't. There's no time. He has to give the Dewitt Bukaters, Hockey, and a few others people a tour of the ship.

With one last look at the dining salon, Thomas turned away and walked back into the first class entrance.

During the tour, Thomas's heart wasn't in it, nor was his head. All he could think about was Eve. And yet, he kept a fake smile and continued with this good awe full tour.

"She's a goddess among mortal men," Tommy says as he, Fabri, and Eve followed after her brother onto the promenade. "There's no denying. But she's in another world, Jack. You forgot her."

The Irishman tried to reason with the lovesick boy as Jack looked up at the boat deck. Definitely not a place they were allowed on.

"She's up there closing the door. Just forgot her." Tommy says.

Eve climbed onto the platform above the boat deck with the boys as her brother looked through the railing.

"He's not being local, I tell you." The Irishman said.

"Amore isn't logical," Fabri replied.

"Help me up," Jack says as Tommy and Fabrizio gave him a boost over the railing before climbing the rest of the way.

Eve watched with concern. "Be careful, Jack."

"I'm always careful, Eve," Jack replied, looking down at his sister before quickly hurrying away.

The younger twin shook her head as she and the boys jumped off the platform and hurried out the gate to the poop deck. An officer came towards, shooing them away.

"Here, you, get back where you belong." The officer says.

Fabri cursed in Italian before saying. "We go, we go."

"Mr. Andrews...forget me. I did the sun in my head...and with the numbers of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned...forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone abroad." Rose says, waking next to Thomas.

A fake smile lifted on his lips. "About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits...which can take an extra row of boats inside this one. But it was thought, by some...the deck would look too cluttered. So, I was overruled."

Cal hit a side of a lifeboat with his cane. "It's a waste of deck space as it is on an unsinkable ship."

Ruth and Cal walked a few feet in front of Thomas and Rose as the architect spoke.

"Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship. Strong and true. She's all the lifeboats you need." His voice was laced with fake cheerfulness that Rose was completely aware of.

"Mr. Andrews." Rose started. "There is something I want to talk to you about."

Thomas looked at the young woman. "Yes, young Rose?"

"Eve." The redhead replied, her eyes watched as the man's cheerful mask slipped before he caught it quickly, but Rose saw it. "She was crying yesterday. When we ran into each other. She was upset."

A pained expression broke through the mask. "I—Rose, I don't care about my reputation, nor do I care about Titanic's. As much as I love this ship, I—" he trailed off, his voice breaking a bit.

"Love her." Rose finished for the man. "You love her, Mr. Andrews."

"I do, Young Rose." Thomas's mask broke entirely, leaving him with a broken expression. "More than you'll know. Even if I—"

Rose cut him off with a face filled with knowing. "Meet her a days ago. I understand completely, Mr. Andrews...love is mysterious."

"Yes. Mysterious." The architect nodded.

"Mr. Andrews. I said this many times and I'll say this until my dying breath, but Evangeline is somebody. Not just steerage or a low-class woman. She's smart, kind, and cares about her brother and people to no end. She works for her life and traveled the world. She's a fighter, that's what I admire about her. Only in the few days, I've known her, she doesn't let anyone tell her differently, doesn't care what people think. And yet, this one thing got her upset. She heard the conversation between you and Mr. Ismay, Mr. Andrews. You need to talk to her, explain everything, and tell her you love her. That you don't care about yours or this ship's reputation. Tell her how you feel, Mr. Andrews. Because she thinks this—between you and her is just an unrealistic dream, a fantasy. But it's not. You know it's not. So tell her. Screw what Mr. Ismay says. He doesn't control you, you control you. You got to..."

Rose trailed off, her breathing was uneven like she just ran a Marathon. Her eyes glossed over a bit, before receiving quickly.

"You got to decide your destiny." The redhead says. "Your life. Choose the life you want to live, Mr. Andrews. Not what other people want you to live."

Thomas was stunned. Completely stunned. Young Rose was incredibly intelligent and wise. She was passionate.

"Rose—I—Thank you," Thomas says, a small smile gracing his lips. And this time a real one. "Truly."

Rose smiled. "You're welcome, Mr. Andrews. You and Eve deserve each other."

Thomas placed a hand on her shoulder before walking away, leaving the young woman alone before a man, Jack, steered her into a room.

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"How was it?" Eve asked, leaning over the railing of the stern, looking down at the water as her brother sat down on the bench next to her.

"She—she said that she loves him and is gonna marry him," Jack replied, his elbows on his knees. "Said she'll be fine."

"And what did you say?"

"She trapped, Eve, and she's going to die if she doesn't break free. She's strong, but that fire I love about her it's gonna burn out." Her brother explained as she sat next to him. "I heard her talking with Mr. Andrews."

Eve raised her brows. "Oh? What about?"

"You," Jack says, glancing at his sister. "But I can't tell what they were talking about."

"Why not?"

Jack looked around the poop deck. "Mr. Andrews should be the one to tell you that. It's not mine to tell."

The siblings fall silent, Eve leaning her head against Jack's shoulder, her arms looping around his. The sound of the water below hitting against the side of the ship, and the wind whistling invaded their ears.

"What's gonna happen when we got to America, Jack?" Eve spoke, breaking the silence.

"I don't know, Eve. But we'll figure it out together." He replied, leaning his head against hers. He grabbed her hand. "Like we always do."

"Where you go, I go," Eve says, smiling.

"Where you go, I go." Jack nodded, pressing a kiss to her head. "I love you, Eve."

"I love you, too, Jack." She replied.

***
At sunset, Thomas walked as fast as he could—without drawing attention to himself, towards the stern of the ship. After the tour, he had a few things to do before he could talk with Eve.

Once he was at the poop deck, Thomas was about to walk into the dining salon when he saw the silhouette of the girl he was looking for. Walking onto the poop deck, he watched as Eve sit on the deck with her legs hanging over the side of the ship.

Her blonde hair fanned over her shoulders as stands danced with the wind. She rested her cheek against the back of her hands that were curled around the railing, and her lips were turned up into a small smile.

She looked beautiful. The sun reflects off her pale skin, shimmering, and the peaceful expression on her face.

He stepped forwards, his shoes made a pitter-patter sound on the deck. His hands laced behind his back, his lips curled with a smile as she turned towards him.

Her alluring sea-colored eyes met his, wide with alarm. "Mr. Andrews."

"Hello, Eve." He replied, stepping even so slightly forwards her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, swallowing.

"I want to explain everything. If you'll let me." Thomas answered.

Eve didn't respond as she stood up, brushing the invisible dust off of her. She looked at him, with a look that sent shivers down his spine.

"Go ahead." She finally said, motioning her hand out. "Please, explain."

Thomas took a deep breath before speaking. "I don't care about my reputation, nor do I care about Titanic's. I don't care what Ismay says, or what he thinks, Eve. All he cares about is the reputation of this ship, and want to make headlines in the papers. What I'm trying to say is this—" he motioned around the Titanic. "Is nothing compared to you."

Eve's heart started to speed up as she shook her head, letting out a breathy laugh. "That's absurd, Mr. Andrews. Titanic is everything to you."

"That's where you are wrong, Eve," Thomas says, a small smile spread on his lips. "Titanic was once everything to me until I met you. You stole my heart away from her, and in the best way possible."

Eve shook her head, turning away. She knew what he meant. "No...Thomas...you possibly can't."

Thomas stepped towards her, he was so close—barely inches apart. His hand brushed against her arm. "Oh, and I can. Look at me." He gently turned her towards him. "I love you, Evangeline. You're not just steerage. You're the most beautiful, compassionate, and smart woman I've ever met. It's liberating to be with you. This—what we have between us isn't a dream, nor a fantasy. You can't deny what we have is special."

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumb wiped away a tear that escaped her eyes. Her hands rested against his, her warmth invading his. Brown meets blue, an overwhelming feeling of yearning washed over them.

"I love you, Evangeline." He whispered, smiling.

Eve leaned up, capturing Thomas's lips on hers. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he set against her waist. Their lips moved in sync, and the desperation, and yearning for each other set in.

The world seemed to stop around them, nothing but them existed at this moment. They both smiled against each other lips, before pulling away. He rested his forehead against hers, their breaths coming out in a pant and mixed with each other before he pecked her lips again.

It felt as if they were free. Free from everything and everyone, nobody there to judge them. No class ranking, only Evangeline Dawson and Thomas Andrews.

Two souls in one heart.

Everything was perfect until the shill shrieking voice of Bruce Ismay ruined their moment.

"Thomas Andrews! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Eve and Thomas snapped their heads towards the voice and saw Ismay storming towards them across the promenade deck. Thomas's heart plummeted into his stomach as Eve grabbed his hand.

"Go! Run!" She says, pulling down him down the stairs of the poop deck and running towards the dining salon.

They ran through the dining salon, weaving their way through the crowd. Loud music echoed around the salon as Eve looked back at the stairs to see Ismay on top of them.

He spotted them, taking off towards them in a hasty chase. Eve and Thomas ran faster making their way through the cabin's corridors, laughing (and saying sorry) as they crashed into several people and stewards.

Running down corridor after corridor, they finally made it back onto the promenade deck, sprinting down the deck and avoiding the first-class people's horrified and judgmental looks.

Eve suddenly ran into someone, steadying them before apologizing. "Sorry, Mr. Moody!"

James Moody, the officer that took her ticket watched as the shipbuilder and the third class woman stumbling into the first class entrance, laughing hysterically. He shook his head with a small smile before he made his way down the deck.

Suddenly he was taken by the shoulders and was face to face with Ismay. "Where are they?!"

"Who, sir?" Moody asked, looking at the chairman of the White Star Line.

"Thomas Andrews and Evangeline Dawson! They ran this way, I know, they had." Ismay was seething in rage. "Have you seen them?"

Moody calmly pointed down the deck. "They went down that way, sir. Looked like they were heading towards the poop deck."

Ismay growled in frustration as he let out of Moody and stormed down the promenade deck. Moody watched with a hidden smile, knowing he had led Ismay on a wild goose hunt.

Eve and Thomas stumbled into the grand hallway, laughing hysterically as they hung on to each other. They hurried up the stairs, passing first-class people who were going to dinner and a smirking Molly Brown.

They tripped down the corridor to Thomas's stateroom before grabbing the handle and opening the door. Eve and Thomas hurried in, closing the door behind them before the blonde leaned against the door with her arms around his neck.

She smiled at him, giggling as their eyes meet. Thomas grinned, one of his arms wrapped around her waist and the other brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What?" He whispered, wounding why she was smiling at him like that.

"I love you, Thomas."

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Their lips met, passionately as they explore each other. Eve started, peeling off his suit jacket and letting it fall to the floor before knocking off his bowler hat. She undid his shirt collar, her fingers fumbled with the buttons before traveling down the rest of his shirt, and slipping it off.

Thomas did the same to her dress shirt, which left her in her cream color brassiere. He lead her over to his bed as they knocked off their shoes and the rest of their clothes, leaving them in their undergarments.

Scooting onto the bed without breaking the kiss, Eve laid on her back with her hands exploring the man's semi-hairy chest as he climbed on top of her. Thomas broke the kiss, trailing butterfly kisses down her face until they were on her neck.

She gasped, tilting her head allowing him more access to her neck as Thomas nibbled on it before trailing kisses down her collarbone and chest. He raised up, planting a kiss on her slightly swollen lips before pulling away.

"May I?" He whispered, his eyes quickly darted to her brassiere and his hands itches in anticipation.

"Touch me, Thomas." Eve breathed, her hand curling around the side of his neck.

Capturing her lips on his, Thomas unclipped her bra letting it slip off, revealing small round breasts. He glanced up at the woman for confirmation, only to see her looking at him already.

She nodded, her eyes filled with love and passion. Those beautiful eyes revealed something she couldn't express with words.

He explored her body with his hands and mouth, sucking, nibbling, kissing on the smooth pale skin. She moaned under his hot touch, back arching when he would do something that she liked. Eve slipped off her underwear, not being shy as her naked body was displayed to him. Only him.

Thomas's hands traveled down nearing her lower region, his fingers danced over her thighs. He moved down, planting butterfly kisses on her thighs, caressing every inch of her. Her back arched, and a beautiful moan break out of her swollen lips as he gave her pleasure that she never experienced before.

Her thighs squeezed his head, arching up as a loud moan echoed through the stateroom. Her hand gripped his soft, curly hair as another wave of pleasure hit. Thomas smiled, hearing her sounds of pleasure as he continues.

Raising up, Thomas crashed his lips on hers, his hand cupped her breast and massaged it. She moaned against his lips as she did something that shocked him. Maneuvering her body, Eve used her strength and flipped him, his back hitting the mattress.

She grinned at the stunned look on Thomas's face as she straddled his waist. Eve trailed kisses down his throat and neck, biting the flesh with her teeth. She chuckled as a loud moan escapes him, her hands running up and down his chest.

Eve sucks on his throat, leaving a satisfying purple mark. She moved down, kissing his skin before glancing up at him when she got to his underwear. He nodded, cussing her to pull the piece of clothing off, revealing his erect penis.

A moan of pleasure breakout from Thomas as she took him into her mouth. Eve hummed, which caused the man to grunt in pleasure. She continued what she was doing until he was almost ready.

Eve released him, chuckling as he flipped them back over. Thomas's lips hovered over hers. "Tease."

She grinned against his lips before breaking apart. "I want to feel you."

Thomas's heart raced as he nodded before he took hold of his penis and slowly and gently inserted it into her. He muttered in her ear, asking him if she was okay and if he should keep going when she let out a slight pained noise. Eve told him to keep going, just needing to just comfortable.

Once it was in, he started slowly at first, their bodies aligning with each other before she instructed for him to move faster. Soon their bodies moved with each other in sync, their hearts and souls merging within each other, while their moans of pleasure echoed loudly around the room.

Eve didn't care who heard them, only caring about Thomas. Her nails dug into his back, her back arching as he moved even faster. A bit of blood was drawn but neither of them cared as they were so absorbed in each other.

When they reach their climax, Eve's screamed loudly her body vibrating against his as he exploded before pulling out. They collapsed against each other, panting heavily.

Thomas went to move off of her but was pulled back. She shook her head, laying his head on her sheet-covered chest. Their chests raised up and down, as they calmed down. Eve ran her hand through Thomas's sweat-covered hair as the only light source they had was candlelight. It reflected off his body, the sweat shimmering.

Eve let out a breathy laugh. "You're shaking."

"I'm okay." He replied with the same breathy laugh. He leaned up, pecking her on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

An hour and a half later, they were bathed, cleaning off the sweat from their body. Thomas was in a new suit, sitting on his deck with a glass of wine and his notebook.

Eve was in the bedroom, clipping on her brassiere and slipping on her underneath before looking at a beautiful blue dress with silver embroidery, silver beading, blue pearls, and vintage laces.

He told her she could wear it, with the white heels that matched it. She was hesitant to wear, it due to the fact it was for Thomas's ex-wife but he insisted on her wearing it. Saying that she never got to wear it before they ended their marriage.

Slipping on the silky satin underdress before putting on the actual gown. It fit perfectly as she smoothed it. Putting on the heels, she walked out of the bedroom and headed over to Thomas.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, leaning over him, and looked down at his notes. "Are these the notes you made about the ship?"

"Yes." Thomas smiled, glancing up at her.

"May I see?" She asked, making him nod.

She picked on the notebook, reading it page by page as she seat on the chair near him. Thomas smiled softly at his Eve before turning in his chair and looking over a few papers on his deck.

The pair sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence when a strong shutter happened. Eve looked up from the book to see everyone in the room shaking, the wine in the glass quivering, along with the lamp on the deck.

Eve and Thomas looked up at the chandelier above him, it was vibrating as the gems clanged together.

"Thomas..." she whispered, her eyes wide. Something in her heart told her the unthinkable happened. "You don't think..."

Thomas didn't respond, he knew what happened as the engines seemed to turn off. It was eerily quiet as he looked back at her.

The ship just hit an iceberg.

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Eve clutched Thomas's hand as they hurried down the corridor, dodging stewards. Both of them feared the worst, anxiety swimming inside of them as they walked with hast in their steps towards the wheelhouse.

Under Thomas's arms were four blueprints of the ship, his face was filled with dread as they climbed the A-deck stairs. When they got to the wheelhouse, they were met with officers speaking to one another, before another officer and a man appeared.

Thomas started asking questions, never letting go of Eve's hand as they started towards the forwards well deck. As he and a couple of crew descended the stairs, Eve saw her brother and Rose standing near the gate.

She let go of his hand, telling him to go ahead and wait for him here. Thomas nodded, following after the crew members.

"Eve, it's bad, isn't it?" Jack said, grabbing his sister by the arms.

He looked into her fearful eyes as she spoke. "Y-yeah. I think so. Thomas is going to check it out. I'll—Uh—shit."

Eve swallowed harshly, running a hand through her wavy hair. Uneasiness overwhelmed her body as Rose placed a hand on her arm. The older woman looked at the redhead, a reassuring smile on her lips.

"We'll meet you at the grand staircase," Rose says. "We have to tell my mother and Cal."

"Go," Eve said, her hand shook as she motioned her brother to follow the redhead. "Go, Jack. I'll be fine. Like Rose said we'll meet at the staircase. Go."

Jack looked unsure, not wanting to leave his sister but nodded anyway. He squeezed her shoulder before hurrying after his girlfriend. Eve paced, her arms crossed her chest waiting for Thomas and the others to come back.

Her eyes landed on the large pieces of ice scattered across the deck. People were kicking it around, having fun, not realizing what happened.

The voice of the Captain and Thomas echoed as they climbed the stairs. Eve stopped pacing, grabbed her lover's outstretched hand, and followed after them. Back in the wheelhouse, Thomas let go of her hand, unraveled a blueprint, and set it on the table.

Eve stood in the doorway, her hand clutching the side of the door. Behind her were a few of the officers, while the Carpenter John Hutchinson (she recognized from the newspapers), Ismay, and Captain Smith were standing near Thomas.

Next to her stood, First Officer William McMaster Murdoch, he looked scared to death with beads of sweat running down his face.

"This is most unfortunate, Captain," Ismay says, ignoring the presence of Eve as he paced.

"Water fourteen feet above the kneel in ten minutes...in the forepeak, all three holds and boiler room six," Thomas explained, pointing to his blueprints. His breath was heavy.

Hutchinson nodded. "That's right, sir."

Eve froze, and her blood ran cold. Five compartments. The overwhelming sense of dread suffocated the room.

"When can we get underway, damnit?" Ismay paused his pacing.

"That's five compartments!." Thomas snaps then glancing back to Smith. "She can stay afloat with four compartments breached, but not five." He trailed a finger of the prints. "As she goes down, the water will spill...over the tops of the bulkheads at E deck, one to the next...back and back. There's no stopping it."

"The pumps," Smith asked, not ready to believe it. "If we open the outer door—"

"The pumps buy you time, but minutes only. As of now, no matter what we do..." Thomas glanced over at everyone before his eyes landed on Eve for a moment. "...Titanic will founder."

A stunned silence swept the room, it was becoming unbearable. Eve swallowed harshly, her knuckles turning white gripping onto the doorframe. Everyone had a look of sickly horror on their faces as they let the news sink in.

"But this ship can't sink!" Ismay exclaimed, indignantly.

"She's made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can." Thomas says, looking at the man with hollow eyes. "And she will. It's a mathematical certainty."

Ismay's face paled, drains of blood as he looked down at the ground. It looked as though his mind was racing.

Smith sucked in a breath. "How many times?"

"An hour. Two, at most." Thomas murmured as Eve saw from the corner of her eye Murdoch swallow.

"How many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?" The Captain dared to ask.

"Two thousand, two hundred souls, sir." Eve flinched a bit at Murdoch's empty voice.

Smith looked at the chairman of the White Star Line. "Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay."

***
April 15th, 1912
Atlantic Ocean

Eve followed after Thomas as he hurried down the stairs looking over the deck. His eyes filled with panic, nobody was on the deck waiting for the lifeboats. The architect grabbed her hand as he hurried towards Chief officer Henry Wilde.

"Where are the passengers!?" Thomas shouted at the noise.

"They all went inside. Too cold and noisy for them. You there! Get down here and help with this line!" Wilde shouted.

Thomas turned, taking out his pocket watch, his face pales drastically. They walked into the first-class dining hall. Neither of them spoke as they walked through the lively and crowded reception room.

Joyful music played as first-class people seemed to have a grand time. Eve squeezed her lover's hand when she saw the look on his face and the distant, hollowness of his brown eyes. She knew this is a huge hit for him.

"Can you a drink, sir, ma'am?" A steward asked, holding out a tray of brandy.

Thomas looked horrified as Eve shook her head. They walked out of the dining hall and into the grand hall, where people were standing with lifebelts on.

As they started up the staircase, a hand stopped Thomas and turned him towards the person. Rose was standing before them.

"Mr. Andrews. I saw the iceberg. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell m the truth." The young woman says, looking up at the man.

Thomas let go of Eve's hand before taking ahold of Rose's and stepping down a few stairs. Eve looked around her brother, only to not see him anywhere. He would've been with Rose.

Panic sets in, and her face pales as she looks back at Rose and Thomas. The architect trembles. "The ship will sink."

"You're certain?" Rose asked in disbelief.

Thomas nodded, glancing between Cal and Rose. "Yes. In an hour or so, all this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic."

"What?" Cal looked horrified.

"Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat. Quickly. Don't wait." Thomas grabbed ahold of his lover's hand. "Take Eve with you. You remember what I told you about the boats?"

Eve shook her head, she didn't want to leave. Not without him. Not without her brother.

Rose nodded. "Yes. I understand."

Thomas turned to Eve, who continues to shake her head. "Eve—"

"No! Not without you!" She cried, tears welling up. "Thomas."

"Eve, Eve." He says, standing on the same step as her. He held her face in his hands. "Eve, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. I need you to get on a boat."

Eve shook her head. "Not without you."

"Eve, my dear. I have to help the people, I can't leave with helping." Thomas explained, wiping a tear away. "I'll be on a boat right after. I promise. Please, get on a boat. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes. I can do it." She says, swallowing harshly. "I love you, Thomas."

Thomas kissed her before sending her with Rose. "I love you too, Evangeline."

Rose grabbed Eve's hand as Thomas hurried up the stairs before disappearing down a corridor. Eve clutched the young woman's hand, following her and Cal out of the A-deck entrance.

They walked through the crowd before standing in front of a lifeboat. The girls' hands never left each other as a flare shot and exploded in the sky.

"Come on, sister. You heard the man into the boat." Molly says as she helped a woman into the boat.

Cal leaned forwards of the officers. "Any room for a gentleman?"

"Only woman at this time, sir." The officer replied.

Eve tugged on Rose's hand and whispered. "Where's Jack?"

Rose snapped her head up towards the older woman, her eyes flickered with guilt.

"Where's my brother, Rose?" She asked again with urgency.

"He was arrested." The redhead answered. "I'm sorry, Eve."

Eve paled, her hand slipped from Rose's. "Where did they take him?"

"I don't know. Wherever the Master at arms takes people who are under arrest." Rose seemed to be terrified and guilt-ridden.

Eve stepped away from the young woman, causing Rose to reach out for her. "I—I gotta find my brother."

"Eve!" Rose shouted as Eve took off running.

Eve sprinted down the deck, weaving her way through the terrified men, women, and children before entering the A-deck grand hall again. She hurried up the stairs, bumping into the wall and hurrying down the corridor.

She had to find Thomas. He would know. As she ran, a pair of heels clicked hastily behind her. Eve glanced back and saw Rose sprinting towards her.

The redhead grabbed her hand, pulling her down the hall. "C'mon! We gotta find Mr. Andrews."

"Mr. Andrew!" The younger woman shouted, running down corridors. Each of them shouted Thomas.

"Thomas!" Eve yells.

As they rounded a corner, Rose and Eve saw Thomas checking a room. The blonde shouted his name, making Thomas snap his head towards them.

His eyes widen as Eve crashed into him, gripping onto his lifebelt. Thomas wrapped his arms around his lover as Rose frantically spoke.

"Mr. Andrews! Thank god. Where would the Master at Arms take someone under arrest?"

Thomas frowned, confused. "What? You two have to get to a boat right away."

"You don't understand, Thomas!" Eve exclaimed, loudly. "Jack, he's been arrested and I'm not leaving him to die. We're doing this with or without your help, Thomas."

"But without will take longer," Rose added, desperately.

Thomas looked between the woman he loved and the fiery redhead, sighing. "Take the elevator to the very bottom. Go to the left...down the crewmen's passage. Then go right and left again at the stairs. You'll come to a long corridor. He should be in one of those rooms."

Eve and Rose nodded, listening intensely to Thomas. The redhead hurried off, as the blonde looked at her lover.

"Meet me at the grand staircase," Eve says, squeezing his hand.

"I will," Thomas said, watching as the woman hurried after Rose. His face turned somber, knowing he won't be waiting there.

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Running through the grand hallway towards the elevator, Eve and Rose pushed passed several people before they slid to a stop at the doors of the elevator. The elevator operator blocks the entrance to the lift with his arms.

"I'm sorry, misses, but the lifts are closed." The man says.

Rose grabbed the man by his uniform, pushing him into the lift in rage. Eve stepped in as the redhead shouted. "I'm through being polite, goddamnit! Now take us down!"

The man pulled the lever down with a scared face. The lift moved downwards towards E deck as Eve closed the gates. As they made it down to the deck, freezing water started to pour into the lift.

"I'm going back up."

The elevator operator screamed as he tried grabbing the lever again but Eve shoved him away.

"No!" She flung open the gate, grabbing Rose's hand as she stumbled out of the lift.

"Come back! I'm going back up!" the man shouted as he pulled up the lever.

Eve didn't waste any time looking for the crew passage. She walked through the water as fast as she could with Rose following closely behind her. As they came to the D deck stairs and the corridors Thomas had told them, the women went down opposite directions.

The bitter cold ocean water was up to her calves, prickling like thousands upon thousands of tiny needles in her skin. The corridor was rapidly graining water each minute as they searched for Jack.

"Jack!" They called together, their voices bouncing off the walls. "Jack!"

"Jackson!" Eve yelled, using her brother's full name.

She stopped suddenly when she heard the faint voice of her brother calling out for them. Rose and Eve looked at each other before they both hurried towards the sound of his voice.

The girls' met a door where Jack's voice came from. Rose pushed it out, stumbling into the room and making her way over to her lover.

"Rose! Eve!" Jack says, his voice filling with relief.

"Jack, I'm sorry." Rose cried, kissing the man. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket," Jack replied as Rose hugged him.

The couple pulled apart, the redhead backing up and letting Eve hug her brother. Eve wrapped her brother in a quick hug, squeezing as tight as she could before pulling away.

"Listen, Eve, Rose... you're gonna have to find a spare key, alright? Look in that cabinet right here, Rose. It's a little sliver one, Rose." Her brother says, as his lover hurried over to the cabinets.

Eve started looking around the room as Rose yells all the keys in the cabinet were brass instead of silver. Panic bubbles in her stomach as she searched in the small room corrected to the main room.

"Rose," Jack said. "How did you find out I didn't do it?"

"I didn't. I just realized I already knew." Rose replied, pausing her search.

"Keep looking."

The pair searched the cabin and didn't find the key. Rose looked frantic as Eve continued to look for the key not giving up on her brother.

"There's no key!" Rose exclaimed.

Jack instructed his lover to go find some help, Rose kissed him before hurrying as fast as she can out of the room. Eve throw a drawer away from her, the water was up to her waist as she searched the large cabinet.

Empty. There was no key. Eve slammed the door with a cry of frustration. "Goddamnit!"

"Eve...Eve." Jack tried calling her, but his sister continued to search. "Evangeline!"

Eve snapped her head up to her brother. "What, Jackson!?"

Jack gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. It'll be alright. Rose is going to come back with help."

"You're too optimistic. How this...okay?" She motioned towards the water surrounding them. "This isn't how it's supposed to go. We're supposed to go America, start a better life, but now we're in the middle of the Atlantic with the ship sinking."

"We're gonna get to America, Eve. One way or another." Her brother says, his blue eyes shining with hope. "Start the lives we dreamed of. This ship isn't called the ship of dreams for nothing."

"The ship of dreams, my ass." Eve sneered, throwing another drawer away from her. "The only dream I want to get you, Rose, and Thomas off this damned ship in one piece. A safe piece."

"And we will. All four of us." Jack said, optimistically. "It's gonna be okay, Angie."

Eve scrunches up her face at the use of Jack's childhood nickname for her. "You know I hate that god-awful nickname, Jackson."

Jack chuckled, despite the horrible situation they were in. "And you know I don't like my full name, Evangeline."

"To each his own." She shook her head with the tiniest smile. The smile suddenly faded as the lights flickered before turning off.

The room was pitch black and silent, the only thing you only hear was Jack and Eve's heavy breathing and the loud groan of the ship. Soon the light flickered back on and another loud groan happened.

"Oh, god," Eve muttered, the water was even higher as her brother was standing on the deck.

Her chest moved up and down fast as panic become overwhelming. Jack was trying to calm her down, but his voice seem to fade from her. She clutched the deck, her knuckles turned white as she leaned forwards slightly. And she didn't even notice Rose come through the door with an ax and release her brother from the cuffs.

"Eve...Eve...Evangeline!" Her brother's voice invaded her ears. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and she was face to face with Jack and Rose. "Breathe! It's okay. C'mon, we gotta get out of here."

Taking deep breaths, Eve seemed to calm down for the most part as they got into the flooded hallway. The way Rose and she came was now flooded with rushing water blocking the exit.

"This is the way out," Rose says, looking down the hall.

Jack grabbed his lover's hand and placed a hand on his sister's shoulder. "We have to find another way. Come on." He urged Eve down the other side of the hallway. "Go that way."

They hurried down a few corridors before getting to an Emergency exit that was blocked off. Jack slammed his shoulder into the door a couple of times before the door slammed open and they ran down the narrow hallway. They got to end with another door, Jack did the same as the other before it busted open.

The trio stumbled out, Jack grabbing each of his girls' hands and walking hastily down the corridors. A steward was following them, shouting. "What do you think you're doing? You'll pay for that, you know. That's White Star Line property."

Eve, Rose, and Jack whipped their heads towards the man and yelled. "Shut up!"

They hurried down the crowded corridor with Jack trying all the doors for a way out. Eve stand a bit behind her brother with Rose as he grabbed ahold of a locked gate and shake it. He yelled to the steward that ignored him, two women stopped near them and wrapped their blankets around the girls' shoulders.

"Here, loves, cover yourselves," One of the women said, making sure the blanket was secure around Eve's shoulders.

"Thank you," Rose replied, while the older blonde gave the woman a smile.

The man beside them held out a flask and handed it to Rose. Rose looked at it before taking a sip and handed it over to Eve who did the same. Eve felt the familiar burn of alcohol run down her throat, giving the flask to her brother. They raced down the hallway with the crowd until they got to a stairwell that was invaded by steerage.

Eve got a good look at what was happening on the stairwell and saw the gate was locked, none of the stewards were letting them through. A familiar face climbed down the stairs, and Tommy stood in front of them.

"Evie, Jack," Tommy says, grabbing ahold of Eve's arm.

"Can we get out?" Jack asked.

Tommy shook his head, his face was red with rage. "It's hopeless that way."

"Whatever we do, we've got to do it fast."

"Jack! Eve!" Fabrizio shouted, pushing his way through the crowd. He hugged both of his friends before pulling away. "The boats are all going."

"This whole place is flooding. We've gotta get out of here." Jack explained.

Fabri frantically waved his hand. "There is Niente this way."

Jack grabbed Rose's hand, pulling her down another hallway with his sister, Tommy, and Fabri following closely behind. "Let's go this way, alright? Come on!"

Following after her brother and friend, her clamped in Tommy's, Eve ran through the corridors of E deck, climbing up a staircase until they got to another locked gate. The steward was demanding the people go back to the main stairwell, but that wasn't an option.

Jack pushed his way through standing in front of the gate, his hands curled around it tightly. "Open the gate!"

"Go back down to the main stairwell." The steward says.

"Open the gate right now!" Jack told the man. Eve could see her brother's patience was running out.

"Go back down the main stairwell, like I told you."

That patience ran its course as Jack let out a scoff before angrily hitting the gate and screaming. "Goddamn it! Son of a bitch!"

He pushed his way through the people, motioning towards Tommy and Fabri to help him pull out a bench from the floor. As the boys pulled out the bench, Eve and Rose moved everyone out of the way.

"Move! Get out of the way! Move!" The women cried, pushing people back against the wall.

Eve watched as her brother and friends ran towards the gate, bench in hand, and slammed into against metal barricade, over and over again. Until the gate broke, Eve climbed over it with the help of Tommy as the steward shouted at them.

Tommy suddenly punched the man in the face before he took hold of Eve's hand again and followed Jack and Rose towards the exit. They stumbled out of the exit and onto the boat deck, Eve's eyes widen at the chaos and the lack of lifeboats.

Rose asked Gracie if there were any lifeboats on the other side of the deck, but there weren't. He said that there were still boats on the side they were on, causing the five to race on the deck. Eve weaved her way through the people, passed the band, and got to a lifeboat with a crowd.

It was so chaotic that Officer Lightoller had shot a few warning shots in the sky, trying to keep order. Eve flinched as she was jolted around, yet Tommy and Fabri kept her steady.

"Women and children only!" Lights yelled. "Get back."

Jack turned to Tommy and Fabri. "You better check the other side. Go!"

The two men hurried off as Eve gripped the back of her brother's shirt. Her mind went to Thomas and remember she had to meet him at the grand staircase.

"Jack!" She shouted, making her brother look at her. "I gotta get Thomas!"

Jack's eyes widen as he shook his head. "No! You gotta get on a boat, Evangeline. I'll make sure he gets on a boat, but I need you and Rose to get on this one."

Eve didn't respond as she kissed his cheek and ran off. She could hear him and Rose yell after her until their voices were drained out by the pure chaos. She pushed her way through the people, flinging open the door of the A deck, and descended down the stairs.

At the bottom of the grand staircase, she looked around frantically, yelling. "Thomas!"

He wasn't there.

She searched the ship, running down corridors, looking in rooms and his stateroom, only to not find him. She asked people if they saw him but only replied 'I don't know' or just incoherent answers.

Eve made her way down the staircase again and saw her brother and Rose hugging. She hurried towards them, asking what happened and telling them she could find Thomas.

"Couldn't find him." Eve panted, holding onto the couple. "And I can't get a coherent answer from anyone."

Suddenly Jack pulled his girls down and away from the staircase when someone shot at them. Eve quickly glanced back at who they shooting at them and saw Cal Hockey.

They raced down the flights of stairs until they got to the dining hall stairs, ducking as bullets flew near them. Eve clutched onto Rose's hand as they hurried as fast as they could through the icy water that was flooding the reception room. She screamed as a bullet whizzed past her head and into the dining room door.

"I hope you enjoy your time together!" They heard Cal shout from the staircase.

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The trio ran through the dining room toward the other exit before sliding to a stop before them. Jack frantically tried opening them but the door was locked, Eve helped her brother by grabbing ahold of the handles and together they pulled as hard as they could.

But unfortunately, the doors didn't budge.

Rose tapped rapidly on her lover's shoulder. "Jack, Eve, look."

The siblings looked where the redhead was pointing and saw Lovejoy making his way towards them with the pistol. Jack grabbed his girls' hands, leading them further into the dining room, and hid behind a table.

Icy water flooded the dining room as the trio started crawling around the table, getting more hidden from Lovejoy. Jack turned to his sister and lover, placing a finger on his lips and silently telling them to stay where they were.

Eve watched as her brother crawled to the other side as Lovejoy's voice echoed. "I know you're here. No use prolonging this. It's only a matter of time."

The manservant's voice grow closer, indicating he was closer to the girls. Eve placed a hand on Rose's back as the young of the two pressed herself against the chairs.

The water was up to their waist as they kneeled on the ground, Eve kept as still as possible—not wanting the water to make a sound but Rose wasn't so lucky. The redhead went shifted her weight, causing one of her hands (that was on a chair) to slip off and made ripples in the water.

Eve's fingers curled around the black jacket Rose was wearing, anxiously waiting until Lovejoy would come around the table and spot them. Rose squeezed her eyes closed, her hands gripped the chair's leg.

The women tensed as Lovejoy's footsteps splashed against the water and his shadow illuminated over them.

Eve and Rose looked up to see Lovejoy standing over them with his pistol aimed at them. "I've been looking for you, Miss."

The manservant smirked before out of nowhere Jack tackled Lovejoy from behind, sending them straight into a glass window. Lovejoy's head went through it as Jack gripped the wrist that held the pistol.

Rose flinched as a gunshot went off as her lover and ex-fiancé's manservant fought. Jack flung his body to the right, sending him and Lovejoy over a table before landing on the ground.

Rose and Eve stood up, trying to get to the boy as Lovejoy lifted him by the suspenders and throw him back, his body surged underwater.

Jack quickly stood up as Rose called out for him. "Jack!"

"You little shit." Lovejoy sneered as he went to punch Jack.

Jack suddenly caught his wrist, countering the hold, and swung his free arm back, sucker punching Lovejoy in the face. He slammed the older man into the pillar before ramming Lovejoy into another, pinning him against it.

"Compliments of the Chippewa Falls Dawsons," Jack growled as he landed a hard punch in Lovejoy's stomach.

The manservant doubled over in pain as Eve and Rose grabbed ahold of Jack and hurried towards the locked door. The oldest Dawson ran towards the door, ramming his shoulder into it making the doors burst open.

"Come on!" Rose said, taking her lover by the shoulders and pushing him down the hallway.

Eve followed as Lovejoy fired the pistol nearly missing her head by an inch. She screamed, ducking and grabbing ahold of Rose's jacket. The trio came two flights of stairs, one going up and one going down, Jack pulled his girls down the stairs before stopping at the bottom of them.

Eve panted as she listen for Lovejoy whose footsteps disappeared as he climbed the stairs going upwards. It become silent until a child's screaming echoed through the corridors of the ship. The trio hurried out of the stairwell and saw a small boy standing against the wall in ankle-deep water, screaming.

"We can't leave him," Eve says, her heart clutching at the sight of the terrified child. "We gotta save him."

Jack looked back on the stairwell they came from and saw water rushing down them. The twins shared a look before Eve sprinted towards the child with her brother and Rose hot on her heels.

She picked up the screaming child, cuddling him in her arms as a mother would her own child. The trio looked at the door in front, it was about to blast open as tons and tons of water put pressure on it.

"Dada!" The child screamed as Eve cuddled his head, running down the opposite direction of the door.

Jack and Rose took lead before stopping at the other end. Water rushed into the corridor at an alarming and rapid rate. Eve turned around, sprinting down the way they already came before being grabbed by the shoulders by a man.

The child's father.

The child's father shouted at her in a language she couldn't understand as he ripped the boy out of her arms and pushed her away. The trio looked back to the rushing water and hurried after the father and child who went to grab his belongings.

"It's the wrong way!" Eve, Jack, and Rose shouted towards the father as they raced towards them. "Come back!"

Suddenly the door at the end of the corridor burst open causing a solid amount of water to sweep the father off his feet before charging toward the three.

Jack grabbed his sister's hand pulling her down a hallway before the roaring water swept them off their feet. Eve was submerged underwater before she surfaced as she was pulled by the water down the corridor until she, Jack, and Rose slammed against a locked gate.

"Jack! Rose!" Eve screamed, holding onto the gate as water pinned them against it.

Jack climbed over his sister and lover and used the wall to pull himself through the water with Rose and Eve following. The lights flickered as the older Dawson pulled his sister and Rose up onto a stairwell and out of the dangerous water.

The trio was blocked by another locked gate at the top of the stairs, Eve was panicking as the water below was raising higher and higher every minute they stood there trapped.

"Shit! Shit!" Eve murmured as she shook the gate, frantically. "Help!"

The water raced over their feet as it started to flood the stairwell and hallway they were stuck in. Eve, Rose, and Jack all screamed for help, shaking the gate and trying to open it. Suddenly, a steward came running down the hallway and was about to climb up the stair on the other side of the gate when the trio shouted for him.

"Wait, sir, sir. Open the gate, please!" Jack shouted as the steward stopped.

"Help us, please!" Rose and Eve shouted together.

The steward seemed to have a mental fight with himself before cursing and pulling out his keys. As the man tried unlocking the gate, his hands shook violently as the water poured in.

"Come on! Come on! Please! Hurry!" Eve cried as the water raised higher and higher.

The man cursed as he fumbled with the keys before they slid out of his hands and sunk under the water. He looked up at the three with horrified eyes.
"I'm sorry, I dropped the keys."

Eve's heart plummeted into her stomach as the man ran up the stairs. "Wait! No, wait! Please!"

Jack took a deep breath before diving under the water, looking for the keys. Eve was terrified as the water was up to their shoulders, almost raising above their heads. This wasn't the way she wanted to die, stuck behind a locked gate.

Jack surfaced, asking his lover which key it was. The short one Rose had replied, making the older Dawson stick his arm out of the gate and try to stick the key through the hole.

"Hurry, Jack," Rose said, as the water around got higher.

"Oh, no! It won't go in." Jack muttered.

Eve stuck her hand through the gate, her fingers feeling for the hole before grabbing her brother's hand, and helping him put the key in the keyhole.

"Hurry, Jack!" Rose screamed, the water almost submerging them.

Jack unlocked the gate, pulling it open for his sister and lover to swim through as the water submerged them. The women swam underneath a pipe before surfacing on the other stairwell.

Eve panicked a bit when her brother didn't surface until he did. She and Rose grabbed his hands pulling him under the pipe and onto the flooding stairwell. They climbed before sprinting through many of the corridors until they got to the first-class smoking room.

Eve stumbled through the room with her brother and Rose, she was so panicked that she didn't see Thomas standing at the fireplace mantle until Rose stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Andrews!" The redhead said, gaining the attention of Eve.

Eve's eyes widen as she barreled toward her lover. "Thomas!"

She gripped his jacket so tight her knuckles turned white as he placed his hands on her waist. Eve let out a stressed-induced sob, resting her forehead on his clothed chest.

She didn't hear Rose speak to Thomas, nor his response as her ears seemed to pulse loudly. Eve stopped sobbing and calmed down as she turned to her brother and Rose who called her.

"Go. I'll catch up with you. I promise." She said, as Thomas held on to his lifebelt and going to give it to Rose.

Eve grabbed it, let go of her lover, and placed the lifebelt over her brother's lover's head. "Go, I'll catch up. Go."

Jack look highly unsure but the look on his twin's face made him a nod and pull Rose through the doors of the smoking room, leaving Thomas and Eve alone. Eve looked up at her lover, his hollow eyes burning into her.

"Come with me." She says, gripping his hand. "We can go. Please."

Thomas looked heartbroken. "I can't."

"You can," Eve stressed, pulling lightly on his hands. "It's not your fault, Thomas. Look at me." She grabbed his face in her hands. "This is not your fault. You did everything you could. You built a great ship. You really did. But it was never unsinkable and you know that. Every ship and boat is sinkable. We both know not everyone going to survive but we can and we can honor those people. Honor the way they deserve, especially the third-class—my people. Most of them are—were trapped down there, and they deserve someone to honor them."

Eve looked towards the doors she had come through and saw water seeping in. Looking at Thomas, she took his hands again and tried to urge him towards the exit.

"Thomas, it's going fast. We don't have much time." She says. "Please, come with me. Please."

"I—" Thomas swallowed, looking between the woman he loved and the rushing water pouring into the room. "I—I can't. Go, Eve. I love you. I have to do this."

Tears poured out of Eve's eyes as she wrapped her arms around her lover one last time. "I love you too."

Pulling away, Eve looked at Thomas once more before sprinting out of the room and stumbled out the exit. On the boat deck, she was near the bow that was completely underwater. She pushed her way through the crowd until she got to an overturned boat with people surrounding it.

Climbing onto the boat, Eve saw Officer Murdoch pointing his gun at the men. She saw Tommy and Fabrizio on the other side of the overturned boat, shouting at the officer. Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around her causing her to scream.

"Eve!" The voice of Thomas shouted, causing her to look down. Thomas was standing behind her, his hands holding onto her.

"Thomas!" She shouted relief flooded her. A gunshot rang out causing her to flinch and look to see Murdock had shot someone.

"Get back!" The officer shouted as men were pushing each other.

Cal Hockey pushed his way through, getting in front of Murdoch, and said something. The officer digs into his pocket and throws stacks of money at the dark-haired man.

"Your money can't save you any more than it could save me." Murdoch snarled before shoving the man back. He aimed his gun at the men. "Get back!"

In slow motion, Eve watched in horror as her friend was pushed into the vicinity of Murdoch. She cried out as Tommy was shot in the chest by Murdoch and collapsed on the ground, blood pouring from his wound.

It become eerily quiet as Fabri shouted at the officer in Italian as he held his friend's body. Eve sobbed as Thomas pulled her off the boat, holding her in his arms as Murdoch looked traumatized.

Murdoch's body shook violently as he backed up to the edge of the deck, raised his gun, and shot himself in the head. Thomas flinches as the officer's body falls backward and lands in the icy water.

"Come on," Thomas muttered into her wet hair. "We gotta go."

The couple hurried towards the wheelhouse bridge, running through it, and made their way to the other side. On this side, Officer Lightoller was trying to get another overturned boat on the right side with a chaotic group of men and third-class women.

They pushed their way through as they were pulled apart. Their hands disconnected, people shoving each other and them as Eve fell. She landed on the ground near the wheelhouse bridge as a man helped her up.

"Thomas!" Eve cried, trying to see over the horde of people and tried pushing back into the crowd.

But she was shoved hard making her stumble back into the same man's arms. She had lost Thomas in the sea of people, shouting his name repeatedly before she had to leave. She didn't want to leave him, but she had no choice. She couldn't get through the crowd and if she didn't leave, she was going to die.

Running back through the wheelhouse bridge, Eve saw the captain standing in the wheelhouse, he had the same look as Thomas did back in the smoking room. She continues sprinting up the boat deck, using the railing to help her maneuver her way up. A couple of men had helped her along the way before she got to the railing her brother had climbed over to see Rose a day ago.

Throwing herself over the railing, Eve landed into the chaos of people trying to get to the stern. She pushed herself up the ship, her hands hurt from pulling herself up it. As she made her way towards the stern, she passed the Priest holding onto some of his followers, climbing upstairs before the lights started to flicker.

Eve was almost at the stern when she saw her brother and Rose to hold onto the railing on the stern. "Jack! Rose!"

Jack and Rose snapped their heads to the sound of her voice as she made her way toward them. The older Dawson held out a hand for his sister, causing her to grab it and pull her into the couple's arms. Eve wrapped one of her arms around the railing and the other gripping onto Rose's jacket.

Her brother was holding onto Rose as the redhead held on to her. The trio kept each other from falling as the ship was at an angle. The stern was raising into the air as the bow was underwater.

She didn't hear what Rose said to Jack as she watched the chaos of people trying to get to the stern. It was hard to hang on to the railing as the ship's stern was raised in the air, making their feet slightly slide out from under them. The incline was steep as passengers started to slide down the deck.

"Hang on real tight." Her brother shouted as the lights went out.

People screamed in terror, Eve gripped the railing and Rose tightly, her feet sliding out from under her. It was pitch black, she couldn't see anything. A frightening groan of the ship echoed through the dark shy before a horrific creaking of the ship splitting in half sent shivers through Eve's body.

Eve screamed as the stern plummeted back down the ocean, sending her stomach in somersaults before raising back up again. It felt like not even a second past that the stern of the ship was fully vertical.

Jack instructed his sister and Rose to climb on the railing with him following closely behind. He grabbed ahold of his girls' hand as Rose spoke.

"What's happening, Jack!?"

"I don't know. I don't know." He asked as they seemed to just bob in the water.

"It's sinking!" Eve says, her fingers curling around her brother's. "It's the last stretch. This is it."

Then stern began her journey, flooding and following the bow into the void of icy Atlantic waters.

"Hold on!" Jack shouted, getting on his knees, yet not letting go of his twin and lover. "The ship is gonna suck us down. Take a deep breath when I say. Kick for the surface and keep kicking. Do not let go of my hands."

Eve gripped his hand as they were almost submerged. "We're going to make it, Rose, Eve." Her brother says. "Trust me!"

"I trust you!" Rose yelled as Eve couldn't find her voice.

She completely trusted her brother. She took a deep breath when her brother said before she was completely submerged in the freezing water of the Atlantic.

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Her body felt numb as thousands upon thousands of knives pierced her body. The water was so cold, below freezing seeping into her bones. Her hand was ripped away from Jack's when the ship went down, sucking her down with it.

She didn't have a lifebelt as Rose does, so she kicked and swim with everything she had. Her lungs were on fire, her arms moved as she swam toward the surface. She gasped, her lungs filling with crisp freezing air that almost hurt to breathe.

It was pure chaos around her, people screaming, their limbs flailing around. The people were mostly men and third-class—her people, floating in the frigid vast ocean, waiting to die.

Her breath came out in puffs of clouds, and her body felt like ice. She looked around her brother and Rose, frantically calling their names.

"Jack! Rose!" She screamed over the thousands of people screaming. "Jackson! Rose!"

Not less than a yard away was Rose in the mists of the chaos. She was screaming for the Dawsons, her body was floating with help of the lifebelt. Eve swam with everything she had, spotting the young woman.

"Rose!" She shouted, causing the redhead to frail looking for her.

Rose spotted her, reaching out for her friend and grabbing onto her hand. "Oh, thank god. Evangeline!"

"Come on," Eve said, dragging the woman along.

Suddenly, Rose was ripped away from her by a man who didn't know how to swim, panicked, and pushed Rose into the water. Eve tried to get the man off of her friend, shouting at him, but he wouldn't budge. He was far too panicked to hear her.

"Eve!" Rose yelled every time she made it back up. "Jack!"

A few feet away was Jack, who heard his sister and lover yelling, quickly swam over and punched the man in the face. "Let go of her!" He demanded.

"Jack!" Eve and Rose shouted.

Jack grabbed ahold of Rose's lifebelt, pushing her forwards before grabbing his sister's hand and dragging her along with them. "Swim, Rose! I need you to swim! Eve, come on!"

The trio swam through the icy waters, through the crowd until they spotted a floating door. Jack tried getting Rose, which was successful before trying to get his sister on.

But unfortunately, the door tilted and almost sank. He quickly righted it. Eve instructed Rose to get off the door—which made Jack refuse, but the younger twin had a plan.

"T-the Buoyancy. Y-yo-u got-t-a balance the b-buoyancy." Eve explained as she made Jack get on one side of the door and Rose on the other. "Now g-get on. At the same time."

Jack and Rose did what they were told, Eve held the board stead. Both got on, it balanced the weight. But there wasn't any room for her. And rightly so.

"W-what about you?" Jack asked, watching his sister move to the front of the door and hung onto it. "Eve..."

"It's a-alright. I'm gonna be alight." Eve reassured her brother and Rose. "The b-boats will c-come b-b-back soon."

She stuttered through her words, due to being freezing. She was kicking her legs, thinking maybe if she kept moving it would keep her warm. She placed her arms on top of the board, her hands encased with Jack's and Rose's free ones.

She was so tired, cold, and scared, and yet she continued to keep her body moving. Even if she couldn't exactly feel it. Rose was talking with Jack, but she couldn't exactly hear because of the screaming around them.

Eve thought about Thomas. Wondering if he had survived after she had lost him. As much as she didn't want to leave, she couldn't get back in the crowd. She loves him so much. Thought about what kind of life they would live if they had—or will survive.

Maybe live in Chippewa falls, in a large house with many acres of land, or maybe go back to Ireland, and live in his hometown. Get decent jobs, get married, and start a family.

She might be young, but she wanted all of that. She didn't want to die in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean from hypothermia. She wanted to die, peacefully and warm in her bed, years later.

That's what dreamed for. A happy life with Thomas. The ship of the dream was gone, but that doesn't mean the dreams she made were gone.

Eve snapped out of her thoughts by Rose's and Jack's faint singing of Come I Josephine, in my flying machine. Around her the screaming had stopped, it was eerily silent and dark. She tilted her head ever so slightly towards the sky and saw thousands of tiny bright stars in the sky.

All of the people who had died tonight.

"E-Eve..." Jack asked, his hand tightening on his sister's freezing hand. "E-Evangeline."

He carefully shifted, so that he was slightly on his stomach. Jack looked at his sister, her face was extremely pale, her lips were blue and her hair had frost in it. She didn't respond as he spoke to her.

"H-hey, E-Eve, come on." He pleaded, his voice shaking violently.

She didn't respond.

"No, n-no." Jack cried, shaking his sister. "Eve...Eve...please...come on, Angie, please."

"S-s-stop s-shaking m-me, Jack-s-son." Eve faintly said, her eyes fluttering open. "I-I'm a-a-alive."

Jack let go a strained laugh in relief. "Y-you're alive."

Eve nodded faintly as Rose squeezed her hand, continuing to sing their song under her voice. Minutes passed that felt like an eternity, the dark night become silent, no more moving, no more screaming.

Just complete and utterly silent.

Rose and Jack turned their attention to the light in the distance. It was a lifeboat. Jack tried to wake up his sister, but she didn't move. He cried for her to wake up, shaking her and blowing on her hands in a lame attempt to warm her.

Rose watched as the boat floated past them, she looked back at her friend who didn't move. "Eve...Eve...come on. There's a boat, Eve."

Eve didn't respond.

The couple looks at the boat, this was their only chance of survival. Jack pulled his sister's hands off of him and Rose and left her hanging off the board.

They swam with great difficulty over to the whistle that was in an officer's mouth. He was dead. Rose grabbed it, placing in her mouth, and blow it as hard as she could.

"Come about!" An officer in the boat shouted through the darkness.

The boat came back towards them, and officers reached out for the couple, pulling them into the boat. Jack and Rose were wrapped in blankets as they were guided to their seats. The older Dawson sat on the seat with his lover's head on his lap as she lay across the bench.

As they towed away from the sea of perished people, a faint whistling caught everyone's attention. Officer Harold Lowe demanded the boat go back as Jack scrambled up (carefully of Rose) and leaned against the side of the boat.

Movement in the distance made Jack's heart leap in his chest as they got closer to the whistling. When they were close, Jack drove into the water, swimming towards his sister who was clutching onto the chair the perished officer was.

He grabbed her, wrapped his arm around her, and swam back to the boat. The officers helped Eve up, her body was weak and numb with cold. Jack pulled himself up, took the blankets from the officers, and wrapped them around his sister.

Jack guided her over to the seat with Rose, who slightly sitting up. She faintly smiled at the younger twin as she and Jack sat down. The redhead laid her head back on her lover as Eve leaned against his chest, her cheek squashed on his wet and cold clothes. He was almost wrapped in blankets again.

On the early morning of April 15th, 1912, Evangeline Amelia Dawson was in the arms of her twin on lifeboat 14 after surviving the sinking of the Titanic. She couldn't sleep, her eyes landed on Lowe who was waving a green flare in the air. His voice faded as his mouth moved.

When the sun had raised, Eve's eyes fluttered open to see an enormous ship with the Carpathia. All the survivors were pulled onto the ship, Rose, followed Jack, and then Eve.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, her legs collapsed from underneath her. Several crew members caught her, including Lowe who she was handed over. Lowe lead her out of the port and onto the deck, wrapped an extra blanket around her, and placed a hot cup of tea in her hands.

She almost dropped, due to feeling like it was burning her hands. Lowe caught it, setting it back in her hands, leading her through the crowd. She followed Jack and Rose down to the steerage deck, and sat on the bench next to Rose. Chatter echoed around her, her mind racing.

A thing was on her mind. Was Thomas alive and on this boat?

Jack sat on the ground in front of his sister and lover, nursing a steaming coffee before his eyes widen. He throw a blanket on his head, set his cup, and motioned the girls to do the same.

Eve and Rose frowned as they covered their heads with their blankets. Cal Hockey came down the stairs, looking around for one person. Rose Dewitt Bukater.

But unfortunately, for him, Rose Dewitt Bukater wasn't alive. She had died with the Titanic.

The woman sitting with the Dawsons was Rose Dawson, the girlfriend of Jackson Nathaniel Dawson and the best friend of Evangeline Amelia Dawson.

The trio watched from the corner of their eyes as Cal hurried towards a woman, who had red hair like Rose's before letting go of her when she wasn't who he thought she was.

The man walked passed them, looking around before making his way back towards the first-class people. Jack grabbed his lover's hand, smiling.

"We're okay now, Rose." He says, referring to them behind free from her rude mother and arrogant ex-fiancé.

Hours passed and it started raining, Eve stood on the deck, looking out in the void of blackness. A strong dislike for it filled her, something she never thought she would experience. I guess her love for the ocean had faded, after what she had gone through, it was completely understandable.

Something caught her eye, the Statue of Liberty. The ship moved passed it, indicating they were in New York. She was home.

"Can I take your names, please, loves, sir?" An officer of the Carpathia asked, coming to the Dawsons.

Rose was the first to speak. "Dawson. Rose Dawson."

Jack looked at her with shock. "But, Rose—"

"No, Jack. This is what I want." The redhead cut him off, smiling. She grabbed his hand as he returned the smile.

"Jack Dawson," Jack said, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend and kissing her forehead.

"And you, love?" The officer turned to Eve.

Eve looked at the man. "Andrews. Eve Andrews."

"Thank you." The man said as he walked away. He stopped suddenly when Eve called out to him. "Yes, love?"

"Is there any chance a Thomas Andrews on the passenger's list?" She questioned, hope filling her voice.

Something in the man's eyes flickered, before disappearing as quickly as it came. Unfortunately, Eve didn't see the flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"No, I'm sorry, miss. There is no Thomas Andrews on here." The officer said, with sympathy and a bit of guilt in his eyes.

Eve's heart clutched as tears welled up in her eyes. "Alright. Thank you."

The man nodded and scurried away, leaving her standing in the rain, crying.

Chapter Text

A YEAR AND A HALF LATER

A year and a half after the Titanic sank, life wasn't the easiest for most of the survivors, especially the poor. The wealthy had redeemed their lives as it once was before ever getting on Titanic, though for the poor, their lives and everything they had was gone.

They had to start a whole new life, in a new place, working day in and day out, just to make ends meet. To provide for their families.

For Eve, Jack, and Rose, life was fairly good. Jack was an artist for an art gallery in Los Angeles and he made decent accounts of money. Rose was an actor in Hollywood, she was a rising celebrity.

Eve was a tailor for a high-end women's dress shop. Her boss was a well-known woman, who was in her early 50s. Her name was Madame Esther, well-respected and strict, yet had a warm spot for her only employee.

The Dawsons lived in a three-room townhouse in the city of Hollywood, Los Angeles. It was a small place but livable. It was a good life they were living, a gorgeous house, a beautiful backyard, and their pet dog, Banana.

Neither of the three named the dog that. Banana was named by Eve's daughter, Charlotte Andrews. The one year insisted the dog's name was Banana, even if her first word was Jack.

It was a huge shock to all of them, especially Eve when she found out she was pregnant. Thomas was her first, but she never thought she would get pregnant the first time. It made things harder for her, but she never get rid of her baby.

Hers and Thomas's child.

Madame Esther was a little bit apprehensive about her employee being pregnant and unmarried, but every time the older woman brought up the topic of marriage, Eve always shut it down.

"Hello, darling." Madame Esther greeted her employee as she walked into the back room.

Eve didn't look up from her book as she spoke. "Morning Esther."

Madame Esther sat down on one of the chairs in the lounge. Her old gray eyes peered at the young blonde. She fixed her dress, crossing her legs over each other but clearing her throat.

"Evangeline, I think—" the older woman started but was immediately cut off by Eve.

"No, Esther, I am not getting married." The blonde-haired woman said dryly. Her fingers flipped a page of her book.

Madame Esther let out a huff. "Evangeline, darling, it is unwell to be not married when you have a child. That child needs a father."

"Lottie has a father," Eve stated, her heart burning a bit at the mention of her lover. "She's perfectly fine. I'm fine. We're both fine."

The older woman knew about Thomas. In the story, the mother of her granddaughter has told her and the old newspapers about the building of the Titanic.

"He's gone, Eve." Madame Esther spoke, fixing her glasses. "My granddaughter needs a father. And you will marry."

Eve glanced up at the woman, unbothered. "I intend to make my way in this world. Lottie and I are fine without a man."

The young woman stood up, setting down her book, and walked off the back room of Madame Esther's Tailor Shop. She immediately got to work, opened the shop, and started to work on several customers that had poured in.

By the time she was finished; it was noon and the last customer had come in. Eve didn't look at who came, greeting whoever the customer was as she placed her pins in her dress sleeve.

"By god, it's good to see you." A very familiar voice spoke causing Eve to snap her head up to the person.

Molly Brown was standing in front of her in all her glory. She looked the same as she did when they were on the Titanic, dressed in the same type of dress clothes and with the signature Brown smirk.

"Molly, hi," Eve said, walking to her and wrapping her arms around the woman, which the older woman returned. "What—how are you?"

"I'm alright, darling." Molly smiled as they pulled away. She looked around the shop. "How did ya manage to a job like this?"

Eve watched the woman as she wandered the shop, looking through the dresses that were displayed on mannequins. A few of them were her own designs, while the others were Madame Esther's.

She opened her mouth to speak but Madame Esther's voice cut in. "She has a real talent for design, Molly dear."

"I'm sure, she does. Just like her brother." Molly said, with a fondness for the Dawson twins. She looked at Eve. "Did Jack—did he survive?"

Eve didn't answer right away before nodding. "He did."

"And Rose? Did she?"

"No, she didn't" she lied. She glanced over to Madame Esther before looking back at Molly.

Molly smiled with amusement. "No, need to lie, Darling. I know she's alive. And I am not in contact with Ruth. Haven't been since that day."

Eve let out the breath she was holding and laughed nervously. "They're engaged. Set to marry in June of next year."

"Well, I expect my invitation sometime in the mail." The woman joked, laughing. "And what about you, darling? Married? engaged? Single?"

"I'm not—" Eve started but Madame Esther cut her off.

"I am in pursuit of a mate for Evangeline." The older woman said sternly. "She will be married by the end of this year. My granddaughter will have a father."

Molly frowned, not liking what Madame Esther said. "In pursuit of a mate? By god, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, Esther. The girl doesn't seem to want to marry." She saw the nod that Eve gave. "Esther, I rather you are not in pursuit of a mate for Eve—"

"Why is that, Molly?" Madame Esther sneered. "I've told Evangeline many of times that Thomas Andrews died when the Titanic sank. He is gone. Charlotte may be his daughter, but she is far too young to be without two parents."

"Charlotte?" Molly asked, glancing at Eve who shifted awkwardly on her feet.

"Yes, Eve and Thomas's daughter. Charlotte Rose Andrews." Madame Esther explained, rather aggressively. "Evangeline will marry by the end of this year. That is final. Molly, is there anything you will be needing to do today?"

Molly looked shocked before quickly recovering. "A dress, purple. Please."

Eve went to get work when a hand grabbed her bicep tightly. She looked up at Madame Esther who looked peeved. "You are done for today. Go home."

"But, Esther—"

"Madame Esther, to you, girl." The older woman sneered with an unfamiliar hatred. "Now go."

Eve nodded quickly, hurrying past Molly and into the back room where she quickly gather up her stuff and throw it into her bag. Unknown to her, the door of the shop opened again and the voice of Madame Esther became louder. She wiped a tear away from her eyes, swinging her bag over her shoulder as the door to the back room slammed open.

She whipped around and saw Madame Esther standing in the doorway. Her old face was red with anger as she stormed towards the young woman. Neither of the women spoke as Madame Esther grabbed her by the arm, her fingers digging painfully into Eve's arm.

The older woman dragged the poor girl into the main room where Molly and a man were talking hastily before turning their attention to Eve and Madame Esther. Eve didn't get a chance to see who the man was when she was shoved into the design room, stumbling a bit, and was thrown her book.

Madame Esther was seething with rage as she blocked the young girl's vision of the man and Molly. "I want you to design Mrs. Brown's dress and make it in an hour. You will not allow out of this room until you're done."

"You can't do that!" Molly exclaimed loudly. "I change my mind. I don't want the dress. Now let the poor girl out."

"Molly, I must insist—"

"Let her go, Esther. She will want to see him." Unsinkable Molly Brown says, sternly.

Madame Esther looked at the man before shaking her head. "Absolutely not. You will not ruin everything. Evangeline will be married and not to him."

The man looked peeved and opened his mouth to speak when he was cut off by the door of the shop opening. Rose and Jack stepped into the shop, the older boy dropped the bags on his hands in shock. The redhead was shocked as well but didn't drop the year old in her arms.

"Holy shit." Was the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he stared at the man. "You're alive."

The man nodded. "Yes, I believe I am."

Rose shifted the baby on her hip, a smile on her red-stained lips. "Where's Eve?"

Madame Esther didn't move from her spot in front of Eve, who was completely confused. Jack looked towards the woman with a grimace. "Madame Esther, where is my sister?"

The old woman went to speak when she shoved out of the way. She stumbled, catching herself on the table beside her. Eve had shoved her out of the way, looking down at her with annoyance.

"I told you I'm not getting married. I will live my life the way I want. Lottie and I are fine—" She looked over at the group, and her eyes landed on the man. Her words died in her throat as her eyes widen. "Thomas..."

Thomas smiled gently at his lover who stood before him. "Hello, my love."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she hurried towards the man and throw herself in his awaiting arms. She wrapped her limbs around him, sobbing softly in his suit jacket. Thomas tighten his grip on her, and his hand ran though her hair, soothing her as she muttered 'you're alive' over and over again.

His own tears perked from his eyes, his face buried on her shoulder. "Yes, my love. I'm alive. I'm here and I'm never leaving."

He set her on her feet, yet their arms were still around each other. They stared at each other, blue meeting brown once again with the same look of love in them. Eve and Thomas smiled at each other before their lips met in a long-awaited kiss.

"Mama!" Their daughter's voice squealed, alerting them. "Mama!"

Eve pulled away from her lover and looked over to her daughter who was trying to out of her aunt's arms. She glanced at Thomas who was staring at their daughter before walking over to her. Eve took Charlotte in her arms, kissing the baby's cheek before heading over to her lover again.

"Thomas..." she said, looking up at him. "This is Charlotte. She's our daughter."

Thomas's face went through a few emotions before he smiled. "May I?" Eve nodded, handing their daughter to him. "Hello, Charlotte."

Charlotte looked up at the man, confusion in her dark eyes before they lit up with excitement. "Dada! Dada! Dada!"

She chanted repeatedly, her tiny arms wrapped around her father's neck. Thomas, Molly, and Madame Esther were shocked at the chanting, while Jack, Rose, and Eve were smiling.

"How—how does she know me?" Thomas asked, rubbing his daughter's back.

Eve smiled. "I showed her a few pictures of you I found in old newspapers, and told her this is your daddy. I didn't think she would remember."

Charlotte had stopped her chanting and layed her blonde head on her father's shoulder, yawning. She mumbled tiredly. "Dada."

Eve and Thomas smiled at each other before their lips met again. "I love you." He muttered against her lips.

"I love you too."

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A/n: not the best thing I wrote but it'll have to do.

Thank you for reading Take Me Home.