Sarah stepped off the plane with her luggage and sighed. She'd just graduated and now… It was time to learn a thing or two with Grandma Moe. She called a Bathysphere and boarded with a few others. Taking a seat in the back, near the driver, she gave her new address… She'd be staying with her Grandmothers for now. Not to mention her overly quiet younger aunt and uncle.

"Oh-ho-ho… Watch out, we got a star!" the driver says, offering a boyish grin to Sarah. "I take it y'know someone?"

Sarah can't help but find his roguish charm, well, charming. "Yes. I happen to be the granddaughter of Brigid Tenenbaum and Moema Suero."

"No, shit!" he laughs. "The Mothuhs uh Raptcha! That makes yer old man the one an' only Jack Ryan and you one uh the old Little Sistas."

Sarah glances away as she nods, "Yes. I suppose so."

"Aw, man. I'm sorry… I don't mean nuthin' by it… Don't mean to pry er nuthin'." He apologizes, earning a slight smile. "Tell yuh what… I'll make it up to you by showin' you the best places to let loose!" he plucks at his jacket, earning a small titter of a laugh from Sarah. "Whaddya say?"

She tisks and glances around momentarily. "I don't know… Maybe. I have a lot planned ahead… We'll see…"

He opens his hands in a sort of placated shrug, "It ain't a 'No'. Take what you can get, am I right or am I right?" she nods and the two go quiet for the last few minutes of the transport. "Alright. First stop for the upcomin' stah!"

She flicks her hand at him before gathering her things and heading off.

"Ey!" he calls after her, causing her to stop and look back at the door. "What's yer name?"

She can't help the laugh, "Sarah. And will you leave a lady without your name after asking so suavely for hers?"

He scoffs before standing, "I…" he makes a show of placing his fingertips to his chest, "Mah fair Lady… Am Kyle." And he does a very low bow.

Sarah laughs again, "You're a laugh and half, I'll give you that."

"I aim tuh please!" he stands back up before retaking his seat. When the door finally shuts, he exhales, "Ain't she a dime?"

Sarah quickly goes up to her new home, thoroughly excited. She rings the bell and the door almost instantly slides open. Before Sarah can even register what's happening, she's pulled into a grand hug from both of her Grandmothers.

They ask about the trip and she says that it was fine. She used the time to read up on a few things.

They ask for anything new that has happened? She tells them about Kyle and his antics.

They how everyone else is doing? She tells them everything well into the night.

It would definitely be an interesting stay in the wealthiest, most cultured, most safe Nation… In fact, Sarah felt right at home… Especially when later on, she bumped into a solemn man who seemed twice her age and rugged, on her way to see Kyle.

"Sorry, sir. I should have been paying attention…" he smelled like… Whales. It was a familiar scent that Sarah couldn't place…

"Oh-ho! If it ain't the Princess 'erself! Bumpin' into one uh th'old Knights'o'th'Round Table of Raptchuh!" Kyle's voice penetrates the silence. He approaches and swings an arm around Sarah's shoulders.

"You mean…" she looked briefly at Kyle then to the man, "You were one of the Big Daddy's?"

For a long while, the older man stares. A perpetual frown on his face. Finally, he nods with a slight growl.

"Ah, there were about five of these big guys left… Th'otha four were much older an' I guess they couldn't handle real life with people anymore… So, the Council keeps them far away from all the Society an th'like. This one's the only one who ev'n remotely recuvuhed."

The former Big Daddy and Little Sister stared at one another for a long while before Kyle continued to babble on and on while guiding Sarah away. Though, she'd constantly glance back at the man, she couldn't bring herself to return to him… Yet.

To those of you who read that single note far in the beginning, congratulations. I admire your tenacity. It takes profound patience to wade through the rambling of an author. So, how did you enjoy my little tale? How did Moema Suero fit for you? Was this story as preachy as I had warned about? Were there countless errors you noticed? Ooh, I hope not! I dislike errors... How about the characterization I spun upon the Canon characters? Were they Out of Character? What did you like best? What did you dislike most? Am I inquiring too much about your reading, dearest Reader? I apologize. You are probably reading this section to find out just what I had alluded to in the beginning! Ah, no worries.

What I had mentioned, in the beginning... When I write, I write about an OC... A character of my own! And, more often than not, I spend the whole story telling you, convincing you of a romance between a character I myself find enjoyable in a more carnal sense, and my Original Character. This one... This tale... It wasn't like that. In Bioshock, I enjoy Atlas. And, during a more recent play-through, I decided to tackle writing a story. This is what came of it.

My mind pondered; What if Atlas were an actual man in Rapture? When I researched via the wiki page for Bioshock, I discovered that there was a book, telling that Frank Fontaine often took alias' and that his name wasn't Fontaine at all. That Fontaine was a real man who Frank killed and stole the identity of. Curious how things work out, hm? I also discovered that there was a sequel to Bioshock. I read through the plot synopsis of it and decided that I was disappointed but intrigued. Because it also has a way of working into that as well. You see, the sequel takes place roughly 7 to 8 years after Bioshock 1. That is where the previous chapter is. But, with Moema being the spearhead, things aren't as terrible as they were during Bioshock 2. Obviously. So, I suppose, should I ever get my hands on Bioshock 2 - and have the inspiration to - I'll know the happenings better and be able to continue. Otherwise...

Enjoy this scrumptious(If I do say so myself!) little tease.

Thank you for reading!

~Scitah