Friday, April 12, 1912
slept most of the next day. In fact, her wanderings about the ship had continued
right through until dawn, when she enjoyed the wondrous sight of the sunrise off
the stern. Then she grabbed an early breakfast and headed straight for bed,
leaving instructions with Lisette that she was under no circumstances to be
disturbed. Lisette thought this strange, but did as she was asked.
the time Mika awoke, it was dark outside. She had slept right through lunch and
dinner. She attributed this to the fact that she usually did not eat quite this
much. In fact, she figured that she had eaten more in the last twenty-four hours
than she usually did in a whole week. That and staying up all night, of course.
rose and showered, then slipped into a lovely dress of pale coral chiffon with a
dark coral band of satin wrapped about her waist. It was light and airy in
design and set off the smooth, milky texture of her skin to perfection. She let
her hair remain down, dark curls tickling the bare back of her neck. In spite of
her hatred of this time period's confining, restricting clothing, Mika thought
she looked particularly fetching this evening.
knocking lightly on Molly's door across the hall and finding no one in, Mika
decided to go for a leisurely stroll about the deck. She was bound to run into
her some time; or, at least it always seemed that she did.
evening was pleasant, a cool light breeze fluttered about the hem of her dress,
just enough to make her look otherworldly. How ironic, she thought, that she
could stand here and look like she came from some other planet, yet if she were
to tell anyone that she really did, they would laugh and declare that she
belonged in an asylum.
wanderings eventually took her near the stern of the mighty ship. She stood at
the back railing of the B Deck promenade, absorbed in thought as the wind ran
its cool fingers through her hair. She had to admit that there was a certain
magic about this ship and this voyage, despite the invisible fate that lay
ahead: the human ignorance and indifference in the shape of a deadly iceberg.
She let her mind wander about in this fashion for some time until she felt a by
now familiar figure brush past.
Andrews," she called out.
figure stopped and looked up from the ever-present notebook in his hand.
Smith," he greeted her and closed his notebook, leaving his pencil inside
to mark his spot. He came to stand beside her.
Mika held up her hand and made a face. "Just call me 'Mika'. I do so hate
do I," he laughed, that smile slowly eroding the wall she had spent
centuries in building up around her all too fragile heart. "So what brings
you out here this fine evening?"
just taking a walk and admiring your beautiful handiwork," she smiled back.
exchanged small talk in this manner for a few minutes, until Andrews turned the
conversation to a more serious subject, his smile fading.
me for being nosy, but I could not help but notice your behaviour yesterday
during the tour. I must admit that it left me quite puzzled."
was immediately on her guard. "In what way?" She had not realized that
they had been watched.
does an obviously refined young lady such as yourself come to know about
mechanics and engineering? And that Doctor friend of yours . . ."
you do not believe that he is my uncle?"
did at first. But from watching you for even a short amount of time, it is clear
that you are not related. The two of you are far too combative for a
laughed cautiously. "So you noticed that."
it is hard not to. He seems more like a teacher, or an instructor to me. Perhaps
even a mentor."
me, he is not my mentor. He just likes to think that he knows everything and can
solve any problem given enough time and bubble gum and baling wire." 'Or a
sonic screwdriver,' she thought.
know the type."
Mr. Ismay. Especially on this voyage. He considers the Titanic his baby. He
would be absolutely devastated if anything were to happen."
what about you? Wouldn't you be upset too?"
course. But as long as the people are all right the ship can always be
how I would feel." They stood in silence while Mika tried to decide just
how much and what she should tell him about herself and the Doctor. He waited
patiently for an answer.
still haven't answered my question," he prompted gently.
studied a form of engineering at the Academy. The Doctor thought this trip would
be a good diversion from my work and dragged me along. But, as you know, our
mechanically-oriented minds seldom shut down. I was just taking an active
interest in the structure of the ship. That's all, I assure you."
seemed to be satisfied with this answer as they stood side by side gazing out
over the railing, a group of sailors below them chatting quietly on their
smoking break. But Mika knew that he would not remain this way for long. If she
was not careful, he would eventually become so suspicious that she would have to
tell him the whole truth. Then a thought occurred to her: perhaps if she
convinced him of the truth of who she really was, then maybe, just maybe he
would agree to leave with her; to be her travelling companion. She considered
then just how wonderful this could actually be. She glanced over at him and
caught his eye just as he was trying not to be caught looking at her. He was
noticing, as if for the first time, just how lovely she was. And there was
something different about her eyes, but he could not figure out what.
then, they heard the sound of running footsteps approaching, followed by a woman
in a red dress who ran past the couple, crying. Mika and Andrews watched,
surprised and mildly concerned, as the woman ran down onto the poop deck towards
that Rose, the young girl we met earlier?"
believe so. What on earth is she doing?"
stopped to catch her breath, then slowly approached the railing at the rear of
the ship. She then lifted the hem of her dress and began to climb over.
do believe she is going to jump overboard!" Andrews cried. "We must
stop her." He began to rush to her aid, but Mika grabbed his arm and held
wait. I think she's going to be ok. There's someone there far more qualified
than we going to her rescue. Look."
pointed to the figure of a young man who had risen from a nearby bench where he
had been lying, gazing at the stars when Rose ran by. He was now carefully
approaching her, trying to talk her into coming back over the railing. Mika
smiled knowingly. "See, he's doing fine. He's got her hand now and can pull
her back onto the ship." She looked down at her hand still grasping
Andrews' arm. Then she studied his face, creased with concern for young Rose's
safety. "Believe me," she said more to herself, "I know destiny
when I see it."
looked down at this strange woman standing next to him, more puzzled than ever.
She was just so mysterious and it was driving him crazy. He just had to know
more about her. Then he noticed her hand where it still clutched his sleeve.
Almost discomfortingly, she removed her hand and placed it on the rail, averting
her eyes timidly. Suddenly, the moment was shattered by a scream from the stern.
The young man had been trying to help Rose back over the railing when her foot
got tangled in her dress and she slipped. She was now dangling perilously by one
arm over the cold
Mika's insistence, she and Andrews remained in the background as they watched
what unfolded before them. They watched in silence as the Master at Arms arrived
with Colonel Gracie,
was difficult to follow what was happening, as their distance prevented them
from hearing what was being said. But Mika did a pretty good job figuring it out
by watching everyone's actions carefully, especially those of Rose and the young
seems to have explained to the others that the lad was not attacking her, but
helping her. But I dare say she's not telling them the whole truth. It looks
like they bought it, though. See, the Master at Arms is removing the handcuffs
from the boy."
do you think that is? That she is lying, I mean."
judging from what we saw of dear old Cal, if she told him she had been trying to
kill herself by jumping off the back of the ship, he's more likely to be furious
with her than sympathetic. And that's the last thing she needs right now."
really think he would be angry with her to find out that she was unhappy?"
shot him a slightly incredulous look. "Who do you think made her that way
in the first place? Not everyone is as sweet and thoughtful as you, Mr.
Andrews," she grinned coyly.
cleared his throat and nervously tried to hide the fact that he was blushing.
"Please, you may call me 'Thomas' if you like. And thank you, but I am sure
you have me figured out all wrong."
don't think so. I am usually a very good judge of character . . . Ah, they are
coming this way. Quick, act as if you did not see anything."
. . ."
go along with me, ok?"
small group climbed up the steps where Mika and Andrews were standing. The
Colonel spotted them first.
old chap, ha, ha! And the lovely Miss Smith. Did you see all the
excitement?" he boomed.
quickly spoke for the both of them. "No, Colonel. We were talking and only
looked up when we heard the screams. All we saw was the young man there pulling
Rose over the railing."
always the considerate gentleman, turned to Rose who was looking at the two of
them confused, but grateful, "Are you all right Miss Rose? You had quite a
Mr. Andrews, I am much better now, thanks to Mr. Dawson." She looked to
Mika and the two women exchanged knowing glances that went completely unnoticed
by the men.
had better get her inside,"
you are most certainly right about that, old man, ha, ha! Good night
everybody." The Colonel led the way as they all bid each other good night,
leaving Mika and Andrews alone once more.
you for not saying anything, Thomas."
shrugged. "I didn't see any point in causing more trouble." He pulled
out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was getting quite late. "I
think I've had enough excitement for one day. May I escort you to your
considered this for a moment. "No, thank you," she said. "I think
I'll stay out here for a while longer."
you are sure then. Well, good night and pleasant dreams to you, Mika. I am sure
we shall see each other tomorrow."
course," she smiled as he bowed slightly before taking his leave.
"Good night, Thomas."
let out a huge sigh and looked up at the stars. "What am I getting myself
into?" she asked no one in particular. Then she looked below and saw that
the young man who had rescued Rose was still at the stern, leaning against the
railing, smoking a cigarette, apparently deep in thought. Yes, she thought, she
could definitely recognize the guiding hand of destiny, especially when it
slapped you in the face.
Mika returned to her rooms, she found the Doctor lounging on the couch in the
sitting room, a pile of books from the ship's library on the floor beside him,
one book on his lap, and another in his hand. He seemed to have been busy during
her absence. He looked up from his reading as she entered the room.
a nice walk out on deck? I think the sea air agrees with you. Your eyes are
bright and shiny, your cheeks rosy . . ."
nose cold and moist," she interrupted. "Please, Doctor."
there's one thing I've always liked about you, Mika, it's your scathing sense of
humour. All I was trying to say is that I have never seen you look more
was actually touched by the Time Lord's kind, if uncharacteristic words. She sat
down in the chair opposite. The Doctor noticed her sombre expression and put his
dear, what is it? Is something bothering you?"
hesitated. "I don't want to be here, Doctor. Why did you bring me
told you, the Lord High Chancellor . . ."
she interrupted, "that's why you are here. I am asking why you insisted on
bringing me along."
had been expecting this question for some time. "I thought perhaps I could
use your help, especially since the Chancellor never told me exactly what it was
I was supposed to be doing. And I was right. I doubt I could have ever
discovered our purpose were it not for your 'visions'."
that all?" she was sceptical.
exactly. I also thought that perhaps you could use a little rest; a vacation
from all the trouble and worry of your life aboard DS9."
looked at him, her expression one of growing disbelief. "A vacation? Here,
on the Titanic? Are you out of your smegging mind? Couldn't you think of
someplace a bit more relaxing?
your sense of adventure? Except for the sinking bit at the end, the maiden
voyage of the Titanic was one of the most relaxing, carefree, enjoyable
vacations I could think of. Just concentrate on the here and now and don't worry
about the tomorrow."
just it, Doctor. I can't just put it out of my mind. Every time I see someone, I
find myself wondering whether they made it or not; what horror did they go
through when the end finally came. Especially the ones that I know died that
night. All I can see are the bodies. All I can hear are the screams for help
that never came. I can't separate myself from the facts. I'm already too close.
That's why I want to leave, before I get any closer." Here she was
referring to her growing feelings for Mr. Andrews.
Doctor rose from the couch and came to crouch in front of Mika. He took her hand
in his. "My dear," he said softly, "I never meant to cause you
pain. But I still need your help. Besides, how would we explain your
disappearance to Molly and your other friends? I know you're afraid of the
future. What intelligent being isn't? But you have to learn to face your fears,
Mika. Running from them only makes it worse."
looked down into the kindly old Time Lord's face. A heavy sigh managed to
escape. "I guess you're right. I just know how much it will hurt when the
time finally does come."
you think I know that? But remember, that which does not kill us is a stitch in
time. Or something like that."
smiled and shook her head. The Doctor was always mixing his metaphors and clichés
in such strange ways. However, she knew what he was trying to say.
can not make you stay here, Mika. But I would very much appreciate it if you
did. At least give it a little more thought. Sleep on it tonight and see how you
feel in the morning. All right?"
nodded her head, and the Doctor smiled and returned to his pile of books. Mika
sat there in silence for a few minutes, then rose and headed for her room to get
ready for bed. Just as she was closing the door, the Doctor looked up.
"Remember, too, my dear, that all work and no play makes Jack a very crabby
person. Good night."