I don't own Bioshock: Infinite. Sorry.

Booker's eyes widened when he felt something against him, something foreign. Yet, familiar.

Oh.

His stomach dropped, and he turned on his side, facing her.

Blue orbs stared at him. Her eyes were soft and even a little naive to people she first met. He lightly chuckled at that. His eyes were Emerald Green, they were what Elizabeth loved waking up to a looking at. She could look into those pupils and see his most intimate feelings. Nobody else could read him like her, they'd been together through it all. She could see the broken man before her. She reached out and touched the side of his face. She smiled at him. He looked down at her again. In a glance he could read her like a book. She wasn't completely naive, she'd survived Columbia with him. She'd been in… There.

The Comstock House left him scarred, how could Comstock treat Elizabeth like that? He wasn't experimented on yet he shared the same demons with Elizabeth. They were connected, the Lutece Twins had told them before they leaped through the tear and into the City of Lights.

"You both made it together and did something the other Elizabeths and the other Bookers had yet to achieve," Rosalind spoke in a quiet voice. Booker had to strain to hear the last word. Achieve. Was it love? Surely past versions of himself weren't complete idiots. He felt something with Elizabeth that wasn't replicated by Annabelle before. True love.

"You both… you both had hope." Robert quipped.

"Booker, in several other worlds, you may have achieved love. But in several of those same ones, the Comstock House changed you. The tears were too much for you to bear. Elizabeth's screams tore at your mind and affected you more than a bullet upstairs would've."

"Elizabeth was in there for months-" Elizabeth had cut him off, in a hoarse whisper she breathlessly said, "Six."

Rosalind spoke again, "Six months of continuous torture. Of brainwashing. Yet, she still kept up for it for you. Other times she soon gave up. Comstock had gotten to her. He'd won. You may have only taken several hours to liberate her again but in her world, every second ticked longer than usual. Every minute felt like hours. Every day soon felt like entire months. Booker, you had a connection with her. That's what kept her going"

Elizabeth stood at his side, her blue eyes closed, instinctively she grabbed Booker's right hand and felt the piece of cloth. A reminder, that they were one and that he wouldn't let her go.

A connection. He remembered the time as he trudged quietly through the halls of the Comstock House, he'd crouched behind a pile of rubble, laid down his M1 Carbine and opened a bottle of salts and sat there. For a few minutes his mind turned off and he and Elizabeth were together in a bleak apartment. His cot in the corner. His familiar Mauser C96 lay on his desk and she stood against the wall. Smiling. She'd talked to him at first about his day giving him hope.

It soon turned into something more wounding. The scene shifted ever so slightly and her happiness was gone. Her initial look, the outfit and hair she had when he first fell through her roof. Was gone. Instead, she was that fragment of her former self. Covered in blood he hoped was someone else's. Those bruises that lines her arms taking up so much real estate. He cried. The first time in months. The last time was the loss of Anna. Yet this overshadowed it by miles. She attempted a smile, a smirk, a laugh something to brighten his mood. All that came out were the details of today's torture. He felt something slither down his throat. He looked down and he was back behind the rubble. The liquid slowly sinking deeper down his throat, filling him with salts and with fury. "Time to end this fucker."

When they got to him on the Airship, "Hand Of The Prophet" he bashed his face in until he resembled nothing more than a bottle of ketchup. Blue and purple bruises littered his neck. He closed his eyes again and he could remember exactly where they were on the dead body. His left hand left imprints on the left side of his neck.

His ring finger had dug itself into his skin, piercing it until he could touch his spine. He left hand felt warm, he remembered pulling out veins in his neck. He wanted to make him pay. His right hand had pulled on his collarbone. He'd pulled down in a single move and his fingers sunk into the valley between his neck and collarbone and he tugged downwards hard. He heard the distinct snap and he lifted his left foot and held the man still. Another swift move and it was out of his body and onto the floor.

Elizabeth watched, no regret. The difference between he and Booker were all outclassed by one thing. Booker was her Songbird, her liberator, yet kept her as safe as if she was still at the tower. Sometimes a little overbearing, but he made sure she hadn't have to worry about anything. When he held her, she melted into him and she could care less about the world. Booker was hers. He never went to the lengths to imprison her in a tower and have a guardian be her only socialization, her only connection to the outside world. He never killed her only other human friends, just as Comstock had, with the Lutece Twins.

Booker came and swept her off her feet. And here they were, in Paris.

"Booker, look at me." Elizabeth had whispered. His thoughts snapped out of the past and onto the present. He shifted on the bed and looked straight into those blue voids.

"Are you alright? I hope you weren't think about getting out of bed, today I can't be bothered.I… I just want some alone time with you. It's great seeing the City of Love, but… I just want it to be us today."

Booker smiled, "This is the life." he thought.

Hope you enjoyed an idea i've had in the back of my mind for a couple of weeks. This is something I hope to continue and I have posted Chapters 2 and 3 today, several other chapters on the way aswell.

Feel free to leave a review, tell me what's wrong, what I can improve on, or just shit on me. I don't mind, atleast you've taken the time to leave something for me to read. That fuels all of us writers. Thanks ~ PepoClap