Disclaimer: The Bee owns none of the characters or products named and
makes no money off anything. Sad state of affairs.
Warnings: Bad language, strong sexual content between M/M.
Second warning: Although I did do a lot of research, this story is not intended to
be an exact historical account so please don't scream and pounce on a detail or
two that may not be entirely accurate.
Credit: The snippets at the tops of the pages are from a web site entitled "Titanic,
A Time Line of Events". Earl Chapman on the Titanic Discussion List originally
published this chronology of events. Chapman modified it slightly in 1997. The
1997 version formed the basis of this timeline.
Summary: AU. It is the spring of 1912 and Xander Harris, who has been living
with relatives in Ireland, is heading home. As a gift of love, he was booked
passage on the maiden voyage of the Titanic with the promise that it will be the
adventure of a lifetime.
Author's note: This story is NOT a retelling of any of the Titanic movies.
It is the tale of one man and one vampire forgotten by history and the destiny they
both find on this doomed crossing.
Spelling checked by the gracious Silk_Labyrinth
As always, thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful banners and the valued friendship.
Wallace Hartley and his band begin to play lively ragtime tunes in the 1st Class lounge
on "A" Deck. They will continue to almost the end, and every member of the band will
Smith gives the order to start loading lifeboats with women and children. 2nd Officer
Lighttoller follows this order to the letter.
Starboard lifeboat No. 7 is safely lowered away with only 28 people, while it can carry
65. At about this same time, the first distress rocket is fired by Quartermaster George Rowe,
under the direction of Boxhall, from the bridge rail socket on the Boat Deck by the #1
Now working quickly and efficiently, within 15 minutes there are five lifeboats
loaded and lowered into the waters.
Hurry up and wait.
When it became clear that the ship's deck hands were finally going to uncover and
lower the lifeboats, the crowd again became agitated and surged forward as the
officers continued to shout orders, blow their whistles and demand restraint.
Husbands and fathers tried shielding their wives and children from the pressing mobs
and the freezing night air. Children cried in fear and pain as the icy air bit and clawed
at every inch of exposed skin, while their mothers clung desperately to them.
It was obvious that no one on board had any practice with the dispatch of the small
boats as the front end rope on the first one broke free and slammed against the side
of the ship before nearly tumbling upside down into the frigid water. After quickly
getting it under control, the ship's Third Officer began waving his hand and leading
a few of the women from first class toward the boat. Most argued, reluctant to
leave their husbands and separate their families but the shouted order of "Women
and children ONLY" gave no exceptions.
The first boat, at less than half full was launched.
The movement on the deck now was a constant shuffling and shifting of bodies in
a disorganized organization. Morality and human decency had, at last, taken
precedence over financial status or society class position and women and children,
regardless of their paid passage, were hustled toward the boats as the men stepped
The entire situation was made more difficult by the onslaught of sensory overload.
By now, the lights on deck had partially gone out and the small amount of illumination
offered by the clear sky and the moon did little to assist in seeing the tragic jumble
of activity that was playing out around them. Thinking was all but impossible. The
nonstop clanging jangle of the alarm bell combined with the fucking whistles the
crew blew blended with the shouts and screams of the passengers. It created an
overload of racket that couldn't be processed.
Topping it off was the burning cold of the freezing night air. It caused the skin
to tingle, ache and finally, when the pain reached a warning of frostbite, fingers, toes
and noses mercifully went numb. How much worse would it be in the small boats
with no protection from the blowing air? Mothers did their best to use their bodies
to shield their children.
Spike became more and more angry as he began to realize that his boy would receive
no priority in placement. He had already threatened several of the ship's officers
only to be rebuffed by them and scolded by the very human he endeavored to save.
"Stop it Spike. We will wait our turn like the others."
Xander recognized several of the people who moved past him as others from his
dining area. He watched as the honeymooners, the Tinners were pushed to
the forefront. Evie Tinner paused before her turn to board. She quickly removed
the St. Christopher medal from around her neck and she placed it over her husband's
head. He had presented it to her the night of their wedding along with the tickets
to the Titanic telling her the patron saint protected travelers. She then kissed his
lips and turned away. She stepped in and moved to the side to allow the others
their space. When she turned back, he pressed his lips to the medal, gave her a
small wave and his bravest smile.
A squeeze of his fingers told him that Spike had seen too but before Xander could
speak to him, a voice from behind him caught his attention.
"No, I'm telling you I won't go!"
Xander knew the voice to be Mrs. Webster. The elderly couple that shared his
table argued close to his ear and could be heard even over the constant clanging
of the incessant bell.
"Please Dorothy, be reasonable."
"No. We have weathered every storm side by side these nearly 40 years, Henry,
and I have no intention of leaving you now."
"Please, My Love, this is only for a short time. There are already other steamers
on the way. They will pick up the lifeboats first and then pluck the rest of us
from the deck. The ship is still basically sound. Even if she were taking on water,
it would be hours before she ........well, let's just say we have plenty of time."
The argument went on but by now Xander had lost interest. He knew in his heart
that Dorothy would not leave and from the sound of the resignation in his voice,
Henry knew it too.
Spike was struck by the bigger picture. As he stood back, still clutching Xander's
hand, he looked around. Even ignoring the men, there were still hundreds of women
and children shivering and huddled in the cold awaiting their turn to enter a boat
and the number of boats was dwindling quickly.
He couldn't just stand there any longer. He could tell that Xander, like most of the
other humans on this doomed crawler were still too stunned to grasp the reality of
how this night was going to end. He needed to make some decisions and he needed
to do it fast.
Spike tightened his fingers around Xander's and he turned around. Suddenly, Spike
jerked and began dragging the confused boy in the opposite direction, away from the
desperate crowd and away from the starboard side of the ship. Away from the boats.
Once they found a spot where they could face each other, Spike shoved Xander
back against the door to the inside deck and he shouted to make sure the boy heard
him over the screams, the hollers and the damned clang of the disaster bell.
"Xander. Stay here! I'm going to go get us a couple life jackets. DON'T MOVE!
Don't leave this spot! I'll be right back!"
Xander's eyes grew huge and round. For the first time tonight he was really terrified.
Spike had promised him that they would not be separated. He didn't want to be alone.
"No! Please! Don't leave me. Don't........."
Spike gave the order and darted off.
Xander watched in horror as Spike disappeared into the fringe of the mob. He blended
into the group of husbands and fathers that had sent their women into the ocean. These
were men who cared nothing about the small man fitting a murderer's description that now
brushed by them. All they knew was that no matter how tonight ended, their lives would
forever be changed.
"Alexander! Oh, Alexander my love!!"
Xander spun around just in time to find his arms filled with the lace and frills of Yvette
as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. No longer caring
with the conventions of society or the pretense of coquettishness, she hung on him like
a second skin. Xander craned his neck to look past her huge mound of piled hair
toward the direction Spike had moved, but the small blond man was gone.
By now, Xander could feel the woman being pulled away from him.
"Yvette, come. Come now!"
Xander watched as Monique tugged desperately to pry Yvette away. When he realized
what was happening, he gently eased her loose and put her at arm's length. He tried
to keep his voice firm but gentle.
"You must go Yvette. Go with your sister and get into one of the boats."
Sobbing and frantic, Yvette again threw her arms around his neck.
"Oh, my Love, we have had so little time together. We never had the chance
to make our wedding plans or consummate our passion. I will not be separated
from you my Love."
Xander was flabbergasted. If the whole scenario hadn't been so mind boggling
this would definitely be the comic relief. But it wasn't and tonight, there was nothing
remotely amusing. Monique continued to cry and pull on her sister.
"Viens avec moi! Depeche-toi!"
With a smile and a nod to Monique, Xander whispered into Yvette's ear.
"Go with her, my Darling. All will be fine. If we are temporarily apart, I will
meet up with you in New York."
Relief flooded Yvette and she stepped back to read the honesty in Xander's eyes.
When she was convinced that it was true, she wiped her tears and allowed herself to
be dragged away, shouting and waving as she went.
"One week, my Alexander. Meet me at the Rochester Hotel in one week and we
shall plan our lives together. Je t'aime, my Alexander! Je t'aime!"
Xander lifted his hand as they hurried off.
"Yeah, jack tem to you too Yevtte. Whatever the fuck that means."