I just want to make it clear that not many chapters in this story are actually codependent on the other chapters. Some are new stories, but I will make it clear before every chapter if it is a continuation to another chapter, and I will especially mention if it is an AU. This is mostly a drabble, but you could say it's what happens after the first chapter. Also, thank you for all the great reviews! They inspired me to write more. And to the anon who pointed out that Elizabeth and Booker is father and daughter : I know. If you look at my other fics you might see that I've written several stories with an incestous storyline. ^^

Explosions. That's what it started with. They had been making their way down an alley, thinking they were out of trouble for the time being, but then there had been flames. Debris came crashing down towards them from the buildings above them, forcing Booker to push Elizabeth out of the way and hide behind a stack of boxes. Elizabeth could hear nothing but static. A high tone. That was it.

"-eth!" She could see Booker moving his mouth. He was saying something, but what? She could feel her mind going hazy. "-beth! Elizabeth, can you hear me?! Snap out of it, we have to get out of here!" Booker shouted, and now she was coming back. All of her senses were returning.

"M-Mr. DeWitt," she stuttered, looking at him for a moment before nodding. "I-I hear you," she stuttered. Booker nodded back and poked his head up from the boxes to ascertain their situation. They were in a pretty narrow alleyway, and a lot of soldiers were making their way towards them.

"Fuck," he murmured under his breath, sitting back down. They could make a run for it for the other end, but they'd be shot in the back without question. Booker noticed Elizabeth having her arm jammed in between some of the boxes before pulling it back, retrieving a blue bottle.

"Here are some salts, Mr. DeWitt," she said gingerly, handing it to him. She seemed afraid, or at least nervous. Booker nodded and took the salts, hurriedly ingesting them.

"I'll create a distraction," he said to her matter-of-factly, grabbing her by the shoulders as he looked her in the eyes. "As soon as I say so, you make a run for the opening, okay?"

"M-mhm," she nodded. Booker sat up in a crouched position and pushed one of the top boxes so that it was placed kind of like a flight of stairs. He stepped back, still crouched down, before straightening his back and making a run towards the boxes. He stepped onto the "stairs" and leaped off them, now about two and a half meters into the air. He wasn't far away from the group of soldiers, but they were too slow to react. He looked at his hand as he saw the green woman swim around his palm. Possession. He threw it at a soldier in the very middle of the crowd, and he started shooting frantically around him.

"Now!" he shouted, hoping that Elizabeth would hear it from behind him. "Mother of shit!" Booker exclaimed as he started falling downwards, straight towards one of the men on the first line of the crowd. He timed his fall by placing his feet into the man's back, kicking off so that he was sent a little back. He got up hurriedly and ran. Good, the distraction worked. As he ran, he saw that Elizabeth was nearing the exit of the alleyway. She'd heard him, luckily. He sprinted until he'd caught up with her, immediately pulling her to the side as they exited the alley, and a bullet propelled just next to them and slammed into a wooden pole.

"T-Thank you, Mr. DeWitt," Elizabeth stuttered, looking up at him with big eyes. She didn't really realize how hard she was clutching the fabric of his vest at that moment. He shook his head.

"Doesn't matter. We need to get out of here." He said, looking around. "They'll be catching up soon."

"Mr. DeWitt, behind you!" Elizabeth suddenly shouted, and Booker flung around. He fired a bullet from his gun that hit right in the face of the enemy, but more were coming.

"Alright, run!" He exclaimed, and they took off in the other direction. They slid behind some cover, Booker checking around the corner for their situation.

"Found this!" He heard from behind him. He turned around and saw Elizabeth kneeling over a weapon's box. She tossed him the gun and he caught it in both hands. It was a… volleygun?

"Perfect, Elizabeth!" He exclaimed with a surprised smile on his face. He turned around before he was able to see Elizabeth's proud-like smile, seeming to be quite pleased with herself. Booker sat up from behind the cover and fired a round from the volleygun into the crowd approaching them, making several of the soldiers fly in different directions. He loaded the gun again and fired.

Booker was used to this kind of thing, of course. He was a thug. But he didn't really know how Elizabeth felt. She seemed quite calm, but he knew that she didn't like him killing people. Like it mattered, anyway. He didn't give a rat's ass about what she felt, as long as he could get his job done. It was a cynical train of thought, but Booker had for a long time been a cynical son of a bitch. That's what he called himself, at least.

"Mr. DeWitt, this is…" Elizabeth held something in her hands, a little unsure of what to do with it. She hesitantly handed it to Booker, a worried look in her eyes. He grabbed it and read the inscription.

"Murder of crows? This could be useful," he murmured to himself. He popped the lid on the flask and downed it all in one gulp, instantly feeling the muscles in his body clenching as they fought not to throw the liquid back out. His vision became blurry as a crow landed on his hand, bearing what looked like intestines in his mouth. And then everything was normal again, as if it had never happened.

"Mr. DeWitt? Are you okay? Those vigors are nasty stuff," Elizabeth said calmingly, putting a hand on his forehead.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Get ready to run," he replied. He clenched his fist and released a spring trap right next to him. "Now!" He hissed, and they were up and running. The soldiers took off running behind them, but ran straight into the spring trap of crows. "Sky-rail!" He uttered as he looked to his side. He leapt off the little fence and hooked onto the sky-rail, looking behind him to make sure Elizabeth had too. She was right behind.

The rail brought them downwards at first, away from all the gunfire. They slid down to a lower part of the city, filled with only aqueducts and air-pipes that were huge, and mostly out of service. Those could be nice hiding places, but Booker wasn't one for those kinds of things. No, he wanted to keep on the move. He turned around to check on Elizabeth again, but he was caught by surprise as something bright came flying towards her. It was engulfed in flames.

"ROCKET!" He roared, trying to warn her, but it was too late. Booker turned on the sky rail and let go, Elizabeth immediately catching up to him. She looked confused.

"Mr. DeWitt!" She exclaimed as she saw him let go. What was he doing?! Booker managed to place himself between Elizabeth and the rocket, still mid-air. The rocket was 1 meter away from him, just as he managed to toss one of his guns into the rocket, making it explode right there. The blast hit him right in the back, sending him crashing into Elizabeth. They both fell from the sky-rails, propelling towards one of the air-pipes. They turned and they turned, Elizabeth's expression filled with shock and fear, unsure of what was going on.

Just as they reached the air-pipe, they had turned so that Booker was underneath, his back ramming into the metal surface. They slid further into the air-pipe, effectively hiding them away from anyone's sight. Elizabeth let out a pained moan as they slid to a halt, Booker tipping more over on the side. She needed a few seconds to compose herself and come to her senses, and when she did, she took in the entire situation at hand. She was lying inside of an air-pipe, just against the wall of it, Booker's arms tightly clenched around her shoulders. Had he… protected her?

"Mr… Mr. DeWitt?" She uttered, shaking him a little. He was completely still. She shook him again, but there was no response. She pushed him off, which only resulted in him rolling onto his back, her landing on top of him as she kept shaking him, her legs straddling his hips. "Mr. DeWitt!" She exclaimed, shaking and shaking his shoulders. "BOOKER!"

"Ugh…" Booker uttered a low groan, slowly opening one eye. He felt something heavy pinning him down to the ground by his waist, making it practically impossible for him to move. The pain in his back was unbearable. Not only had he gotten a rocket exploding a meter away from his back, but he'd landed on the same back and slid across rusted metal. Not that he really remembered how it had happened, but he could definitely feel it. "Ah, shit, it hurts…" He hissed.

"M-Mr. DeWitt…" Elizabeth uttered in relief, her hand flying to her chest. "I thought I'd lost you there for a moment…"

"I preferred it when you called me Booker just now," he chuckled before groaning again from the pain.

"U-Uh… oh, right, sorry!" Elizabeth exclaimed, hurriedly getting off of him. "You have to sit up." She said, and Booker did as she said without even hesitating. There were holes in his vest, the flesh underneath burnt and scratched. Elizabeth pulled a first aid kit out of her little pouch and started working on his wounds, cleaning them at first. "I need to put this bandage on you," she said, making Booker turn his head a little.

"Yes? Go ahead." He said simply, furrowing his brows a little.

"You have to remove your vest and shirt first, Mr. DeWitt." She smiled gently.

"Huh? Oh…" He muttered, looking a bit disheartened.

"Come on, it's not that hard is it? Just take it off." She giggled. Booker nodded hesitantly and started removing his clothes, wincing from the pain that came once the fabric loosened from his wounds. Once it was off, he looked down at the ground. He shouldn't be embarrassed. He was a grown man and she was a young woman. There was no reason to get flustered. But he was. Elizabeth didn't seem to mind it at all, though. She put the bandage around his back going to his chest, until she'd covered all the wounds. Afterwards, Booker put on his vest and sat against the wall, making sure only his shoulders leaned against it so that he didn't hurt his back anymore. Elizabeth was walking around, fidgeting a little.

"Is anything wrong?" Booker asked, narrowing his eyes a little. She looked distressed somehow.

"No, nothing, it's just… uhm…" She walked over to him and sat down on her knees between his spread out legs. "I… thank you."

"For what?"

"For saving me, of course!" She exclaimed, looking a bit embarrassed. "There's no need to act stupid with me, Mr. DeWitt, because I'm smarter than that."

Booker sighed. "I know…" He murmured, shrugging his shoulders a little.

"That was… really nice of you," Elizabeth said with a shy smile, carefully pressing her lips on Booker's forehead before standing back up to go look out of the air-pipe for a second. Booker looked after her for a moment, just gazing.

"Yeah…" He murmured to himself, Elizabeth unable to hear it. "She doesn't seem too bad."