A/N: My first Bioshock fanfiction. :D I finished Bioshock: Infinite and there will be spoilers in later chapters, so when that time comes, I will make sure to warn you. ^_^ This is an AU in the year 2013. In this, Elizabeth was actually born January 22nd, 1992 instead of 1892 and Booker on April 19th, 1974 instead of 1874. Just wanted to give you a heads up. :D So, with that, please enjoy! ^_^

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bioshock: Infinite.

Booker DeWitt lightly sipped on the stale beer he bought about an hour ago. The taste of it was bitter on his tongue and he regretted buying it in the first place. He didn't care to drink, but he couldn't help it. Today was the anniversary of his wife's death and he wanted to not be sober. But nothing was working, despite his persistence.

He sighed and took a drag of his cigarette. He looked around to examine the shabby bar. It'd been around longer than he has and he was surprised to see that it was still in working condition. Although it could use a lot of work, it still stood. It was his favorite bar when he was younger and it still was now. He smiled softly. He met his wife in this bar. Though it might be a weird place to meet, they hit it off easily and fell in love almost instantly. This place brought back memories that he actually enjoys.

He tapped the cigarette against the ashtray to rid it of its ashes and he took another sip of his beer. He cringed at the taste and was considering getting another fresh one. Well, if it wasn't for his horrible gambling debt, he probably could. So instead of buying another one, he stayed with the current one he had. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He listened to the soft murmurs that filled the smoky air. His mind filled with memories of his soon-to-be wife walking into the bar with her friends. He had looked over at the same moment she turned towards him. Once they locked eyes, they stopped and stared. It almost seemed like time had slowed down.

Booker tried to hold onto the memory when suddenly, the entrance to the bar had opened. The memory disappeared from his mind and he grumbled. He turned his head towards the entrance and he widened his eyes.

A petite woman walked into the bar. She wore a dark plain hoodie with semi-tight jeans. With the hood being up, he couldn't completely make out her features, but he could see her bright blue eyes twinkle in the light before she hung her head again. She strode over to the counter and sat on one of the bar stools. She mumbled something to the bartender to which he nodded to and attended to her request.

Booker sat up and stared at her back. He leaned his head in his hand after taking another drag from his cigarette. He examined her stature. Bit of her bangs hung past the right hem of the hood and he admired how beautiful the dark auburn shined. It looked just like his wife's.

Before he could continue any further, she snapped her head up and looked around. She landed her gaze on him and glared. He looked away in an instant, realizing she didn't like to be stared at. The bartender got her attention again by placing her drink in front of her. She placed a ten on the table. The bartender was confused and said something to her. She just shook her head and pushed the ten closer to him. He smiled, giving up. He grabbed the ten and walked to another customer.

Booker continued to stare at her again, despite her glare earlier. I wonder what's a girl like her doing in a place like this. This bar doesn't usually have young people like that anymore, especially after all the other newer bars that opened around town. He took a drink of his beer and cringed again. Fuck this. He pushed the drink away from him and finished off his cigarette.

He leaned in his chair again, putting his hands in his pockets. Two middle-aged men came through the entrance, pushing past an older gentleman who was exiting. He turned his head and stared at the ceiling, starting to forget the girl. She is pretty though. I wonder how old she is? Nobody checks the I.D. here, so I wouldn't be surprised if she was under the age of 21.

He was awoken from his daydreaming, though, when he heard the girl actually make a noise. He sat up to see the two men that came in not even a minute ago, standing next to her. They were smirking at her.

She pulled her hood down a little more with her right hand, showing her deformed pinky. Booker raised an eyebrow. Oh, man, that must suck. He gasped when the man on her right grabbed her hand and started joking about the deformity. Booker scowled.

She tried to push his hand away from hers only to have him grab her left hand, making her struggle to get both back. The other man laughed and reached his hands around her chest to grope her clothed breasts.

Booker stood up in a rage. Who the hell do these fuckers think they are? And why isn't anyone stopping them? He looked around to see everyone was looking away as if they didn't know something was even going on. Even the bartender stood still, pretending to talk to another customer. Booker's blood boiled. Goddammit!

He pushed his chair back and trudged over to the men. As soon as he was close enough, he pushed the man hard in the chest, making him lose his grip on the girl's hands and then punched the other man causing him to fall back and hit a table. Then he grabbed the girl's hand and fled out of the bar.

He continued until the girl finally started tugging on his hand, trying to get him to stop. He panted, turning towards her.

Expecting to hear a "thanks" for saving her, he smiled. "Hey, I'm sor-"

"What the hell?" She nearly shouted, but instead tried to keep her voice calm.

He widened at the sudden attitude. "Excuse me?"

"I could've handled it myself. I didn't need your help."

He stared at her panting red face and thought that though she may look cute, her attitude sure as hell isn't.

Was rescuing her even worth it?

A/N: So, there's the first chapter! :D I hope you liked it! ^_^ I will hope to have the second chapter up soon. :3 See you then, lovelies!