Author Note: Due to the extremely violent nature of bioshock, as well as other flaws, I have decided to NOT make rapture the main setting of this fiction. Instead, I am using its existence to further the main plot of the story. This story takes place between the 11th's first meeting with Amy Pond, and the majority of the episode, "The Eleventh Hour".
The Garden
The door of the TARDIS slowly opened as the 11th Doctor stepped out, looking upon the interior of a derelict, undersea building, littered with picket signs and creaking occasionally, flickering lighting lending itself to the atmosphere. The Doctor slowly walked over to one of the signs and picked it up, reading the words, "Ryan doesn't own us!" quietly to himself before licking it and saying, "1958…" before his eyes widened and he sprinted straight back to the TARDIS, shutting the door quickly before turning to the console in the center of the room. He then started pushing several buttons, and operating several levers as the cylinder in the center of the console started moving up and down, with a noise similar to heaving breathing. Shortly after it started, the interior started rumbling as he endeavored, amongst the shaking to make sure that the TARDIS would never be able to come there again by chance.
"Rapture" He muttered to himself before saying, "Why did it have to be Rapture, there's several doomed cities out there, all nicer than this one. Atlantis, Pompeii… No, already been there". He sighed to himself before relaxing to some degree and saying, "At least, I don't have anyone with me right now. It would be far worse if she had come." As the shaking of the rather broken-down TARDIS stopped, The Doctor walked over to the doorway again and said to himself, "If I find myself aboard the honest Titanic, I will-" and opened the door in mid sentence, rather stunned to find himself in what appeared to be a grey, metallic cargo hold full of metal crates resembling early 1900s designs with a single staircase, one of the few sources of light. He tapped his foot on the floor. Hearing no echo indicative of an air, sea, or space borne craft he walked up the stairway at the far end of the area and found himself in a rather opulently decorated hallway of blue and gold with the occasional porthole-like window on the side. His curiosity piqued, The Doctor walked over to one of them and leaned forward. To his surprise, he saw nothing but mountains, fog, and scattered, towering bases built on the mountains.
"Excuse me, sir." A voice said behind him, causing him to turn around, slightly surprised. He faced an elderly man in a suit, "Something I can do for you?" The Doctor asked. "Yes, Eden's 50th anniversary celebration is this way" the man replied, pointing to The Doctor's left before continuing, "And this area is for the use of Biogenics laboratories, I hardly think you have any business here…" The Doctor nodded as the man walked off, lagging behind for a moment with a quizzical look on his face before following him to a large room with several tables, covered in white cloths and several people, many dressed formally though some few could be seen in average, or even ragged clothes. At the far end of the room lay a stage with speakers affixed to the ends of a bar from which a red curtain hung.
"Good Evening", a voice boomed from the speakers, drawing The Doctor's attention to the stage. "I'd like to welcome you all to Eden's 50th anniversary celebration!" before pausing for a moment, ironically not garnering any praise from those present. "Right then." The voice mused, "In a way, it's somewhat hard to believe that 50 years ago, our founder, Darius Whitman was able to gather the resources and manpower needed to build this great city, standing high above the world, above the civilization, and its stagnation." At the mention of the stagnation of civilization in general, many of the guests started applauding, The Doctor moving through the crowd up to the strangely occupant-less stage. A strange pause occurred while some mumbling could barely be heard through the speakers before the speaker continued, "On this momentous occasion, it is my honor to present to you someone even I didn't think would be here… Darius, WHITMAN!"
The speaker finished with extra emphasis, before out of the curtain walked a man of roughly 40 years, who slowly walked to the front as a hole in the stage opened, a microphone rising out of it. "Greetings", he said to them, "I hope you're enjoying yourselves, a lot of effort went into this, and it would be arrogant of me to say that it was all my own. We must never forget the people as a whole, and their-No, our contributions to society, above all the working class." The crowd murmured approval, "That!" he said with extra emphasis, "Was the downfall of Rome. That!" he said again, with the same presentation, "Was the downfall of once might Egypt." "That! Was the downfall… Of Rapture." He said, The Doctor moving even more quickly towards the stage before stopping some five feet in front of it and saying, "Hang on, Rapture's a legend. And an obscure one at that, why mention it?" Whitman smiled kindly and said, "A legend? A legend? Then how precisely, do you explain… This?" he said, as he held out his hand towards the curtain. As if reading his mind, the curtain rolled back, revealing several pieces of art, some broken down, others in almost pristine condition, arranged in an almost clustering manner, as though they were shrouding a piece in the back that appeared rough and metallic, far from anything but the most abstract and modern pieces of art. "Though I had originally planned to announce this under different circumstances" Whitman said, "I am pleased to announce the opening of the Rapture memorial museum. We must all learn from the past, so that we do not repeat its mistakes." He then turned to the crowd and said, "However, I must warn you, some areas are cordoned off according to age… Rapture was not the friendliest city on earth, as you may well recall from some accounts." He then stepped down amongst the celebrants and picked up a glass of what appeared to be champagne before stepping back up onto the stage and raising it, saying, "Now… To Eden!" and drinking some part of it, before setting it down on the stage and walking away, the crowd clapping as he left.