A/N: I'll probably post this note on the new update for every fic I have, just in case. I haven't updated in quite a while, especially not my Bioshock, Supernatural and Dexter fanfics, and I'm sorry for that. Someone told me that I shouldn't forget about you guys, and trust me, I'd never forget. But I've been kind of sick lately, and with school just having started again, I've exerted quite a lot of energy into keeping myself in shape enough to get to school instead of staying home sick. But I'll do my best to pump out a few chapters now as soon as possible.

All of it was just one big blur. Flames. The extreme g-force pulling at them as the walls around them shattered and the air outside got in. And then, for a moment, everything was silent. Elizabeth could still feel the heat from the flames, but they were much fainter now. As if they were simply above her and not around her.

And then, it got cold. As soon as she realized where she was, she also realized just how cold it felt, and her eyes shut open. Darkness. That's the first thing she saw. The waters of Columbia was nothing compared to this. She could feel it, without even looking – the vastness. She knew that she was lost in a gigantic void of water and nothingness, and she had felt nothing like it in her entire life. What was it? These waters. She could feel it reaching out, expanding across the surface… surface. There was a surface now, she could even feel that part. Not just air, and a drop. There was hard ground underneath them, on the bottom of the ocean.

Yes, that's exactly what it was. The ocean. Elizabeth had read about it in a book once. The ocean was the least explored place on earth, and probably held millions upon millions of secrets. And she was there, smack in the middle of it. And that feeling, mixed together with the initial shock of falling from Columbia to the ocean of the earth, made her forget how to swim.

She lay there, under water, simply looking up at the flames that faintly danced upon the surface of the water. It was probably because of the fuel in the airship that the water still allowed them to burn. And then, as the weight of the water pushing down on her chest, and the lack of oxygen to her brain was starting to wear on her, a pair of strong hands swooped her up and rushed to the surface.

Once they broke the surface, Elizabeth gasped for breath, her senses finally returning to her. Her arms started splashing on the surface in panic, but Booker grabbed her and held her still. "Elizabeth, it's okay!" He exclaimed, trying to get Elizabeth under control. When that didn't work, he put his arms under her shoulders and swam her over to the lighthouse he'd seen. They were extremely lucky to crash that close to one. He pulled her up on the large rocks. "It's okay, we're on the ground now."

"Where are we?" Elizabeth gasped as she got to her feet, turning round and round to get a good look. It wasn't easy in the darkness that shrouded them.

"We're in the middle of the ocean," Booker said, hands in his hips. "We fell all the way from Columbia and down here. We're lucky there's a lighthouse." He mumbled, furrowing his brows a little. Booker shivered as his eyes cast upon the lighthouse that towered above them. This was a bit too similar to how he'd ended up in Columbia. But he was sure this was a completely normal lighthouse.

"I'm freezing," Elizabeth uttered with clattering teeth, and Booker nodded and followed her inside of the lighthouse. When they stepped inside, Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks, as did Booker. They were both breathless for a while, though Booker's shock went over to frustration once he realized lighthouses would always lead him to something weird.

There, in front of them, was a golden statue of a man with a red banner in front. In a white font, it read:

NO GODS OR KINGS. ONLY MAN.

"Seriously?" Booker groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "To make matters worse, we probably have to enter the damn thing to get out of here."

"Enter… it?" Elizabeth asked, her arms still hugging her own shoulders. "What do you mean?"

"There's probably some secret way of getting in… somewhere." He mumbled, and started walking forwards. Elizabeth followed hesitantly, and it didn't take them long to notice that there was a stairwell on each side of the statue. Begrudgingly, Booker walked down the stairs and stood in front of the little pod. "Or not so secret," he said, sighing in defeat.

"Mr. DeWitt?" Elizabeth asked questioningly.

"Look, I know it's probably not so tempting, but… we should get going. See where this thing leads. If it even works, that is." He told her, his arms gesturing towards the pod. Elizabeth perched an eyebrow before nodding slowly, walking in. Booker followed, and he pulled a lever that shut the door behind them. One of the sides of the pod was nothing but glass, but only darkness was on the other side.

After a few seconds, the pod rumbled, and they started moving down. "Mr. DeWitt, this is making me nervous," Elizabeth shivered, and Booker clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"It's going to be okay. And hey, you should cover up," he frowned, motioning towards her chest. "I can see right through your blouse."

"H-Hey!" She exclaimed, covering her breasts with her arm. Her face grew warm, and she was just about to tell Booker off when a voice spoke over some kind of intercom.

"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' Says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.' 'No!' Says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.' 'No!' Says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose…"

There was a pause. An eerie silence. The two of them could feel it bubbling in their chest as the pressure rise, and they held their breath. And then, suddenly, there was no more darkness. There was no more endless lightlessness. In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded by blue.

"Rapture."

Elizabeth gasped and automatically grabbed onto Booker's arm, clinging close to him. He said nothing, just staring wide-eyed at the vast ocean in front of them, filled with buildings and lights and tunnels made of glass. Booker had never seen an ocean filled with so much life. A city in the middle of the heavens he could understand, but under the water? Was it even possible?

"A city where the artist would not fear the censor; where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality; where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well."

"My god," Elizabeth whispered, and then her eyes were filled with wonder and curiosity, and as Booker turned to look at her, he could see her eyes glistening, and oh how beautiful they looked with the flickers of the ocean reflected in her eyes. "Isn't it gorgeous, Mr. DeWitt?" She exclaimed, walking forwards to put a hand on the glass that separated them from all the water.

"I suppose you're right," Booker mumbled as he cast another glance at the city in front of them.

Elizabeth read a little pamphlet that was attached to the wall there. "So apparently this is… a… b-b-bathysphere?"

"That's a Russian invention, I think," Booker mumbled. "Interesting."

The bathysphere took them into an opening, and when it opened, they were both pretty surprised at what met them. They were in some sort of lounge, with warm colors and people talking to each other. There was music playing somewhere, and people were drinking wine and eating fine dinners. Under water. Booker was more than just a little confused.

"Ah, welcome," a voice called, and a man wearing a uniform with a name-tag on came over to them. Jonathan, his name was. "Have you ordered a room?" He asked, tilting his head questioningly.

"Oh, no, we're… uh…" Booker cleared his throat, looking down at their soaking clothes.

"Oh! Of course. You came involuntarily. We'll fix you up with something right away," he said with a smile. "Whenever someone comes unknowingly, it's always for a reason, you know. Like the world wants you here. We'll definitely get you a nice suite."

He rushed off behind a counter and talked to a woman who was probably his manager, and they both worked on jotting something down in a folder. Probably a guest list. The woman picked a couple of keys and brought them over. "Here you go. Welcome to Rapture," she smiled brightly, handing the keys to Booker, who was still pretty confused. "Take to the right by that door," she said, pointing at the other end of the lounge, "and the elevator will take you to the floor that is mentioned on your key."

Booker nodded hesitantly, and he walked with Elizabeth yet again holding onto his arm. He almost wished she could stop. "This is kind of exciting, don't you think?" Elizabeth beamed, throwing curious glances around the lounge. "Quite a shock, though… thinking we could go from being chased by soldiers, crashing in the ocean, to being welcome into such a luxurious place."

"Yeah, you're telling me?" Booker scoffed as they got to the elevator and took it to the floor that was on their key. "I think this whole thing is shady. They didn't even question us. It was just a 'hello, welcome, here's your key.' I don't feel too good about this."

"Oh, relax!" Elizabeth grinned. "It's kind of exhilarating, isn't it? I mean… we're under water and all."

Booker shrugged and unlocked the door to their room, and once again, Elizabeth gasped.

"Wow!" She exclaimed, running into the room. It was big, with carpeted floors and a huge window that covered pretty much the entirety of one of the walls. It had closable blinds on the inside to block the view, too. Elizabeth leaned on the window and looked outside. "It's so pretty," she mumbled, and Booker shook his head in frustration.

"Are you kidding me?" He groaned as he made his way into the room after locking the door.

"What is it?" Elizabeth asked, but then she saw it. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"It's a double bed."

"Mhm."

"And there's no couch."

"Exactly."

"What do we do?"

"I can sleep on the floor."

"No, you won't. You still need to make sure you tend to those wounds properly, remember? We can share a bed, it's not a big deal." Elizabeth said determinately, her hands on her hips. "Besides, you look like the kind of man who's already had quite a lot of experience with women, so you should be able to control yourself, right?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Booker exclaimed, and Elizabeth couldn't help herself from giggling.

"Well, women do like handsome men, don't they?" She said with a playful tone. Booker groaned and slumped his shoulders. He had no idea how to deal with this girl at all. "Anyhow, I'll go take a shower." She chuckled before locking herself inside the bathroom. Booker sighed and slumped down in a chair. After quite some time, Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe.

"Where did you get that?" Booker frowned, and Elizabeth perched an eyebrow as she pulled some hair behind her ear.

"It was in the bathroom. It was kind of perfect actually, because now I can hang my clothes out to dry. I should probably get some new ones, too…"

"Ahah," Booker mumbled. "Well, guess I should take a shower too." He sighed. He got up and entered the bathroom, taking a quick shower to warm himself up, again trying to be careful with the wounds on his back. It was with reluctance that he also left the bathroom wearing one of the bathrobes he found in there. He did have to dry his clothes too, after all.

"Oh my," Elizabeth giggled as she saw Booker emerge from the bathroom.

"Shut up," he mumbled, going to sit at the table. Elizabeth smiled and stood up.

"At least your bathrobe isn't as short as mine," she huffed. "This one is so cold."

Booker rolled his eyes a little as Elizabeth walked over to a mini fridge to get something to drink. "Hey, those cost money, you know." Booker told her.

"We'll deal with that later," Elizabeth said jokingly as she bent down to open the fridge and her robe slipped upwards, over her thighs and her buttocks and then-

"FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Booker exclaimed, hurriedly turning his head away. "Would you at least put on some underwear?!"

Elizabeth stood up with a confused expression on her face. "What? But I had to dry them. Also, how did you know? Wait…" She uttered as she started blushing profusely. "Mr. DeWitt, how could you?!"

"It's not my fault!"

"Hmpf," she scoffed, before mumbling, "You want to take another look?"

"WHAT?!"

"Sorry, I'm just joking with you." She giggled.

"Oh, god…"