It was warm.

And dark.

Very dark.

Jack blinked. Every where he looked, there was black. He was standing up.

'That's weird. I thought I got knocked out after that fall.'

"Hello?" His voice echoed. "Anyone there?"

A 'whoosh' behind him made Jack turn around. He stiffened, then his jaw dropped.

Dark blue overalls, tan work shirt. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes. Hands settled behind his back, kind smile.

"Atlas," said Jack in awe.

The man smile widened, his eyes shining.

"What are you-? How am I-?"

The man cocked his head to the side, still smiling.

Jack's eyes widened. He remember the fall, and how he hit his head a little too hard. "Am I-? Are you . . . God?"

'Atlas' scoffed good naturally, "Well, so many said so." His accent rang sharply.

Jack didn't think his eyes could get any bigger. He wrung his hands, "Uh . . . I'm . . . not sure how to get back."

"Sure you do, boyo," 'Atlas' stared at Jack with a patient expression, "You've always have." He grinned, pearly teeth just visible.

Jack was confused, "I have?"

'Atlas' gave a knowing look. He began to sing, softly at first, then louder.

"Birds flying high, you know how I feel."

"Sun in the sky, you know how I feel." He vanished, then reappeared behind Jack, causing the man to whip around.

"Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel." He vanished again, and started to circle around Jack. "It's a new dawn. It's a new day. It's a new life for me." 'Atlas' patted him lightly on his shoulder before walking away from him, "It's a new dawn. It's a new day." He turned around, smile gently, "And I'm feelin'," he grinned, "Good." He walked away and vanished into the dark.

"Fish in the sea, you know how I feel." Jack turned. Sander Cohen, in all his glory, swaggered out, belting out his verse.

"River running free, you know how I feel!" Diane McClintock swayed past the flabbergasted man.

"Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel." Cohen traced a finger down Jack's chest, and laughed at his embarrassed face.

"It's a new dawn. It's a new day. It's a new life! For me!" McClintock and Cohen sang in unison as they walked away.

"And I'm feelin' good!" 'Atlas' grabbed Jack's shoulder's and shoved him lightly.

As Jack was shoved, images flashed through his mind.

The first time he stepped out of the Bathysphere, and fought his first splicer.

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean

When he injected himself with his first plasmid, and how he felt the electricity run through his veins.

Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean

His first encounter with a Little Sister, and her beaming smile when she thanked him.

Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean

The feel of adrenaline powering him as he battled a Big Daddy.

And this old world is a new world, and a bold world, for me

"I'm feelin' good!"

"You know how I feel!"

Jack looked around in wonder as everyone he met in Rapture circled around him, singing and dancing. Splicers as they were before they ever touched any ADAM. He even saw Steinmen moving among them.

"Freedom is mine!" 'Atlas' belted out, standing behind Jack and turning him around and around. "And I know how I feel!"

"It's a new dawn! It's a new day! It's a new life!"

Jack was almost dizzy from all the smiles and dancing from all the people he knew. Then he stopped, as he was placed in front of a blonde, pretty woman and Andrew Ryan.

The woman smiled wide, her eyes glassy with tears. Andrew was actually smiling softly. Jack gazed in wonder at the him, then the woman. He felt hands pulling him. He was shoved in the middle of the crowd.

"And I'm feeling good!"

Jack's sight blacked out. He could still hear voices and laughing.

"Time to get up, little moth!"

"Come on, boyo. Up an' at 'em."

"Wake up, Jackie. Wake up."

"Time to wake up, son."

Jack opened his eyes. Then shielded them from the blaring light of a lamp. He sat up. He was laying on a sort of cot, and was covered with a knitted blanket.

Jack grabbed his head with both hands. His sight caught the chain tattoos on both his wrists. He stared at them.

'A man chooses . . .'

He traced them lightly.

'A slave obeys.'

His hands curled into fists as he stared at the ceiling.

"I choose."

An;

Holy fuck, am I proud of this! :D So I was playing Bioshock today while listening to George Michael (great combination, I must say), when this bugger popped in my head. As I've said, I'm proud of it. Would you kindly leave a review when you're done? XD

Disclaimer: George Michael sung Feeling Good, 2K Games created Bioshock, and Greg Berlanti and Marc Guggenheim created Eli Stone. Thank you and good night. (passes out)