*Author's note: Thank you for taking time to read this, it is my first work of fiction since 2004 or so. One of my sisters recently took up writing fanfic and I got inspired to take up a pen again...as it were. Enjoy this fan fiction of Bioshock 2, one of my all time favorite games! Please feel free to leave me any feedback, point out any spelling errors etc! I love hearing what you all think!

Delta opened his eyes, a low rumble escaping his eviscerated throat as his vision cleared. Slowly the Alpha Series Big Daddy arose to his feet, his large boots causing ripples in the puddle beneath him. He looked around, at the familiar yet now decrepit hallway of Rapture dimly lit as the glow of his helmet cast eerie shadows across the corridor.

He heard a strange thrumming sound and he turned in time to see the glow of the Vita-Chamber fading to leave the hallway even darker than before. Distrubed though he was, the memory of the last image and voice he heard, his dear Little Sister, his daughter, Eleanor, still echoed in his thoughts as he set off through the dank halls.

"Daddy!" came the voice of Eleanor, followed by the loud bang of the Luger pistol.

Yet, the Big Daddy, formerly known as Johnny Topside, could not yet figure out where he was, nor could he recall much beyond awakening outside the Vita-Chamber. He paused, hearing a rustle nearby around the corner, the dingy hallway's few remaining lights flickering.

Delta raised his drill, revving it up and all at once a lone Spicer lept out from around the corner, his shrill laughter cutting through the stillness. Delta charged, swinging his drill in a sharp sweeping arc, aiming for the male Splicer's head. "Arrghh!" cried the Splicer as he took the pointed tip right in the temple, a stain of blood splattering the decaying wall. The impact knocked the man off his feet, his head hitting the opposite wall as bits of plaster came away from the impact and the Splicer spasmed and remained still. Delta let loose a heavy sigh as he thought to himself, some things never change, do they?

Truging along, he spared the dead Splicer no further mind as he walked around the corner, checking on his Drill's fuel and he gave a satisfied grunt.

Delta soon came to a T in the hallway, his heavy footfalls stopping as he pondered which way to go. The steady trickle of water leaking and dripping into the corridors was a constant reminder that Rapture was now in a constant state of decay. As Delta looked to his left and to his right, he continued to wonder just what had happened to the once grand undersea city...

The Little Sister stood by the body of her Big Daddy, her hands covering her face as tears flowed. "D-daddy..." she sobbed, her eyes blurry as she wept. Why did the Angels have to be so very mean? Nearby, another Daddy was standing watch, the bodies of several Splicers he had dispached sprawled around him as blood dripped from his drill. Delta walked up to the crying Little Sister carefully and he tucked his drill away, leaving both of his large perpetiually gloved hands free as he reached out. The Little Sister felt his gentle touch on her slender shoulder, and she looked up into the glowing elongated glass of his helmet even as her tears continued. Daddy...Daddy saved me from the bad Angels, she thought to herself as she hurled herself against Delta, sobbing harder. Delta did his best to console the little girl, his arms around her tattered dress, which must have once been a bright sunny yellow but had faded some time ago. If Delta could speak, he would have told her to be strong, to not cry because her own Daddy would have wanted her to be brave. Delta slowly stood, lifting the Little Sister up as gently as he could, cradling her in his arms as her small form trembled from her turbulent emotions. The yellow glow of her eyes dimmed as she gradually fell asleep in his arms, whimpering softly. Delta, though forever now unable to speak save for grunts and wailing moans, silently raged as he stepped on the hand of one of the Splicers, crushing it with a satisfying *crunch* underfoot. How dare these animals attack her, how dare they. It would seem that there were destined to be parasites in Rapture as well.

Delta, walked cautiously, listening beyond the *thump thump* of his large booted feet for any more Splicers. Soon he arrived at a small alcove, young Eleanor stood waiting as he had directed her. "Daddy, who's that Daddy?" she asked. Though it had not been long since they were bonded, altered by the twisted geniuses of Rapture, already she and Delta conveyed so much through body language and a simple dipping of his head told her that he did not know and also why he was carrying her. Eleanor gasped, her hands going to her mouth as she teared up. "Her Daddy..." she said, though she did not say anything more. Delta knelt down as delicately as he could, gently waking up the traumatized Little Sister. "Daddy?" she asked as he set her down by Eleanor. He pointed at himself, then at Eleanor. She turned to find Eleanor smiling at her, her own yellow eyes bright with tears. "I'm sorry you lost your Daddy...this is mine...Daddy Delta..." she said, keeping her voice low, her english accent somehow bringing a calm to her fellow Little Sister.

"N-nice to meet you, I'm..." she frowned, trying to remember. As her face became troubled again, Eleanor quickly smiled, wiping her eyes as she walked towards her, still speaking softly. "I'm Eleanor...I'm so sorry you lost your Daddy," she said as she stopped, now closer to the girl. "Thank you," said the Little Sister, smiling as she kept trying to remember her own name. All she knew for sure was that she had been with her Daddy for 2 months and that he looked a lot like Delta. "I'm...I'm...Selene, and my Daddy was like yours...um I think he was called...Theta?" Delta made a low remble as he stood over them, ever listening, ever watchful. Delta knew that aside from himself and Eleanor, there were 6 other Alpha Series Big Daddies.

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a distant boom, the immdiate following of a tremble of the floor beneath them signfying an explosion on the lower levels of Fort Frolic. "Un oh, I think more bad Angels are coming soon..." Eleanor shook as she clung close to Delta. Selene was suddenly lifted into the air by Delta as he turned and held the girl to the vent. "No! No I want to stay with you...Daddy!" she struggled as Eleanor held her finger to her lips, trying to tell Selene to be quiet.

Delta felt a pain in his heart, wishing he could let the girl stay with them, but he knew from the sounds of things it was a large party heading up to greet them, and he had a feeling they were not bringing chips and dip. Delta, moaned, a pained sound and he ushered Selene into the vent despite her protests, readying to close the circular cover. "Daddy...I..." she choked as new tears threatened. She just lost her Daddy and now she felt like she was losing her new one too soon. "Go, please...you'll be safe in there! We'll find you later, I promise!" came Eleanor's frantic voice beside Delta.

Selene, nodded meekly, tucking her head back into the hole and Delta started to close the vent. Suddenly Selene sprang out half way, hugging Delta's helmet as she cried. Delta could hear the Splicers very close now and he groaned, his tone making Eleanor feel a strange ping. She didn't know what it was, but she dismissed it as she called up again "please go, we have to go too!" she tugged on Delta's side, her small hands gripping at his rubber encased thigh.

Selene wiped her eyes, nodding and she slowly shrunk back into the vent. Her blond hair hung in front of her face as she waved sadly to Delta as he shut the vent. "I like your dress by the way!" came her muffled voice, bringing a smile to Eleanor's face. Delta scooped up his Little Sister, determined to protect her at all costs. Even if that meant running away. Even if that meant that all he felt for her was the result of chemicals introduced into his brain when he had been a man, human. Yet as he ran, his mind akimble with thoughts of Selene sleeping in his arms and now Eleanor scared as she clung to him, he thought to himself: isn't that what part of being human is about...protecting those you love?

11 Years Later, 1968

A voice echoed within his head suddenly, stopping his dilemma, a voice he knew even if time had changed her, he knew it could only be her.

Father...?