Welcome to Rapture

Summary: Doyle dies in Hero, but he is brought back to life by the Powers That Be to a specific time and place. Crossover with Bioshock.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doyle or Atlas.

Author's Note: My friend and I always joked about how Atlas was secretly Doyle, because of the Irish accent. It evovled into my friend saying that I should write a crossover where Doyle dies but is brought back to life as Atlas in the city of Rapture. I'm not good with writing large, multi-chapter stories and I tend to get distracted when I do so, so I just wrote a little drabble instead.


Hot. That was all he could think of. It was dreadfully hot, as if he had stepped into a sauna and someone had turned up the heat while he was inside and he had no way to get out.

Too damn hot. It burned his hands, it burned his body. He could feel himself slipping away, as if into a dream that he couldn't seem to rouse himself from. No more could he hear the cries of his friends, the cries of the others below him. They were dimming slowly, growing more muffled, as if he had just stuck his head underwater.

His throat was parched. His skin was dry.

And the light continued to increase in brightness until finally it just seemed to envelope him completely in its warmth. But it wasn't the warmth one would expect when sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. It was the blinding, searing, hot, painful warmth that he couldn't escape, even if he wanted to.

As quick as the light enveloped him it suddenly disappeared. He was suddenly aware of the bustling of feet scurrying about, the hushed cadence of voices rising and falling in pitch, the jostle of bodies near his own. Most of all, he was aware of his own body, unharmed, untouched by the painful heat. I'm alive.

And then there was a voice, a smooth voice uninterrupted by shock, as if the person hadn't just seen someone appear unexpectedly before him, and the person said, "Welcome to Rapture, Atlas."