Welcome to Rapture

'Revenge is sweet and not fattening.'- Alfred Hitchcock

Ps: Sorry this chapter is shorter than the last.

Of Fucking course...water.

I had a fear of water, I never knew exactly why I did, but I always heard that you can drown just in a teaspoon of water. And me drowning nearly twice didn't improve on my fear. And now here I was in a city surrounded by it! Not like by the coastline, but actually under the water!

I was in the same place that Elizabeth had drowned the Songbird. A big mechanical weapon of destruction that looked like, you guessed it, a bird. But it was bipedal, had three sharp claws that acted as brass knuckles for the thing. And he was massive, about two stories high, wide as a car from fingertip to fingertip.

And he could fly.

I have no idea how something that size could move, then again I was in a flying city for crying out loud. So I've grown used to the impossible in my life. Thankfully the twins where smart of me to bring me where no one was at. I was in a place called Neptune's Bounty.

This place wasn't like that setting that me and Elizabeth took up to the sea of doors, and it's also the last place we got into a...standstill. What I mean when I say that is I was too afraid to get in a small air bubble like vehicle that took us up to the surface. Elizabeth convinced me to enter the shuttle by staring a little 'session' as she called it.

And god help me I fallowed her in with the intent on slamming my lips onto hers but instead I gripped on the plush seats for dear life. I felt my heart ache a little at the memory, I loved Elizabeth, and she was somewhere in this entire city and I had no idea where to begin.

Ok, find Comstock, find Elizabeth. Simple.

Walking out from the alley, I saw that this place was busy. Workmen hauled large supplies of fish onto small submarine like things, enough to carry a few people actually. Walking along the boardwalk, I thought of where to start, Comstock was a religious man so maybe a church?

So get out of the docks and into the city I guess. Which I still don't know the name too. I could have asked one of the men where I could go to find a church but they didn't look like they where the type of people who stopped to talk at the cost if their work.

Passing a few men I looked outside the windows and saw the city lights, god if I wasn't so set on getting this over with I might actually stay and enjoy the view. I felt the ground tremble under my feet, I looked ahead of me in compete and utter shock.

I've seen some messed up shit but this?

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. "What the fuck is that?" The thing looked like a old age diving suit, but MUCH bigger. And it had a big goddam drill for one hand, it was big enough to shake the ground when it took a step, and he was coming right for me.

I felt a hand in my arm as I was pulled out of the way of the hulking beast and onto the boardwalk, as the thing walked away the man who pulled me looked at me like I was a idiot, "The fucks wrong with you kid! You got a death wish?" he asked.

I gave him a sneer of sorts but stopped, the guy probably saved me from a broken bone or two. Like my mom said, be treated like you want to be...even if it doesn't always work. "Sorry, I didn't know the big robot thing was blind." I said. The man actually smirked and held a hand out to me, "Yeah. They might be big but those big daddies are slower than a old bitch."

I clasped his hand as he helped me up, "Sorry 'bout that kid. Been a long day, names Peach, Peach Wilkins." he said shaking my hand, "Jacob Harper. Nice to met ya." I said giving him a firm shake.

"Heh, so your new here kid?" he asked as we walked along the docks, "That obvious?" I asked warily, I was hoping I could fit in here better than I could in Columbia, "Yep, you still got manners. So how long you've been here in Rapture?" he asked with a smirk.

Rapture? For some reason I like that better than Columbia, "Just got here today actually. I'm looking for some people I know that put in a good word for me. Said that I could get a job here at the docks." I lied, better some stranger think I'm actually welcome here.

Peach chuckled as he slowed to a stop, "Well shit, if your that new I might as well fill you in on what's what down here." he said, pulling a pack of smokes out from his overalls, he offered me one, "No thanks, those things will kill ya." I said, declining one of the death sticks.

Hey it's true.

He shrugged, "Well whatever say kid." he said snapping his fingers. My eyes widened when I saw his hand smolder and a flame at his tips. How the hell does this guy have Devil's Kiss?! Peach caught my surprised expression, "Shit you are green, never seen a plasmid in action before Huh?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Nah, I just seen the advertisements...not seen it in action." I stated with fake awe. "Well here's Wilkins' rule one; don't put too much of this shit in your arms, it'll drive you nuts." he said. Arms? That's when I noticed the needle marks on his forearms, "Jesus, you shoot it into you? Can't you just drink it?" I asked with disgust.

I've hated needles since Elizabeth had one in her back.

I felt my heart throb again at the woman's name. Jesus Harper get it together! You'll find her soon, "And that's rule number two, don't go around talking about God, Muhammad, Abraham, or any other of those types, Ryan's big rule, no religions."

Ryan huh? Sounds like the guy who's in charge. But that also crosses off the church idea of where to find Comstock at, "Any other rules I should know about?" I asked, Peach looked around and gestured me close.

"Look only reason I'm telling you this is 'cause your gonna be a working man. Like us here at the Bounty. So look, this guy, Fontaine was our...advocate for Ryan." he said, emphasizing on 'advocate'.

"Was?" I asked in a low whisper, "Yeah. Ryan says he's all for free market. Soon as some competition shows up what do ya think he does?" he asked me. "I'm guessing he did t shake his hand and say 'good luck' to him."

Peach smirked, "Funny kid, but no. Ryan got the police to fill 'em full of lead. Least that's what the reports say." he said, looking to make sure we weren't being watched. Ok, moral of the story, don't fuck with Ryan. Ok, simple to remember.

"Thanks for the tips. So there any chance you can help me find some people I'm looking for?" I asked hopefully. Peach pulled on the hem of his trousers, "That depends on if they're up in the world or not."

Shit. So I may not be able to find them, "One guy's name is Zachary Comstock, he's a old friend," I had to urge myself not to grind my teeth, "you heard if him?" I asked.

Peach was silent for a moment, I could almost see him going over the name in his head, "Not familiar with him, he's not a high roller of I'd probably see his picture I'm the tribune. And he ain't one of us, sorry kid."

I shrugged but I was swearing on the inside, "No problem, what about Patrick Harper? He's my brother, said he'd put up with me for a bit till I get a place of my own." I asked as I remembered what the twins said.

"Now that name I know," oh thank god, "Kinda figured you two where related, look alot like him. He had a Private Investigator gig going on Market Street last time I heard." he explained.

Ok, first I found out he's using his original name, but a P.I? That's a bit of a curveball. "Thank you Peach...so where exactly..." He let out a short laugh.

"Ok this is almost sad, just take the terminal to Market street." he pointed down the boardwalk, "Just stay on the walk, when you see the terminal signs, fallow them and take the one to Market, can't miss it."

I turned and held my hand out, "Thanks Peach, see you around?" he smirked and slapped his hand on mine, "Sure thing kid. See ya." he said, patting my back as I headed down the walk.

...

The terminal wasn't as bad as I believed it would be. With the people on board it almost felt like a subway car, except the ocean floor was outside instead of concrete walls and the occasional other train. The whole car was buzzing with news of someplace called the Kashmir restaurant.

Saying it was the place to be for 1959.

Well it's better than 1912 at least right? At least I'm a few decades ahead of my previous adventure right? And it's better than the 60's so that's a good way to look at it too.

As the train pulled into the station, I exited with everyone else, keeping a eye out for Comstock. I obviously couldn't just shoot him in a crowded street so I should fallow him back to his home, and do it there.

Along the walls where these tubes, and in them where small parcels being shipped through them to various parts of the city. Passing what looked like a waste bin, I saw that these Pneumo tubes are like the mailing system of Rapture.

Walking down the street I looked up and saw that the roof was see-through so anyone could look up and see what looked like stars. I thought to how Elizabeth saw the stars in the sky as doors, and how she said how beautiful they all where. It felt like I took a punch to the gut, I just wanted to find her and get out of here.

I walked by a newsstand selling the local paper, "Hey pal, do you know where Patrick Harper lives by chance?" I asked, the man eyed me curiously, "That depends." Oh crap, it's usually a bad thing when they say that.

"On?" I asked uneasily, "How much is it worth to ya?" he asked. Ok I don't have time for this! I gestured him close, he leaned in and I said, "It's worth about as much as your teeth are." the man's face faltered. "He's up above us right now."

Oh...well that helps. "Thanks man." I said as I headed for the stairs at the right of the newsstand. As I climbed the stairs I felt my heart begin to race, I've been making this all up as I've gone along so far and right now is when I needed a plan.

I stood outside the door, 'Patrick Harper. Investigator in Private and Public Affairs'. Maybe...maybe I could kill two birds with one stone, hire him to find Elizabeth, then I could...no...that would make me no better than Comstock. I'm not going to use him to my expense then just kill him.

Ok...so what about partner? I'll make up a name, get some currency, and look for Elizabeth in my spare time. Yeah...that could work.

I reached my hand out to the door and knocked. When I got no answer I tried again. Ok this is getting me nowhere! I turned the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. Ok that's surprising. I reached for my hand cannon and turned pushed the door open.

The place was empty.

The room was simple, a desk in the center, a dresser against the wall, and a small bed crammed in the corner of the room. Making my way towards the bed, I found it was empty, but I did find a wallet beside his bed.

I opened it and found a few bucks inside, but nothing that could lead me in his direction. Shit! Now where the hell do I look for him,! Ok, ok, calm down. I looked at his desk and something caught my eye, on his desk was a picture of a girl and her doll.

Sally and Sarah.

Is this...his daughter? My sister? No...she has blonde hair, mine's brown. But still, who is she? I picked up the picture and sat in the seat facing the desk. Maybe I should just camp out here for a while, wait for him to-creeeeeek.

Fuck a duck.

Before I could reach for my weapon, I felt something solid connect with the back of my head. I fell forward and out of my chair to the floor.

Sonofabitchthathurt!

Thank god the remainder of my shield absorbed most of the impact. Most of being the operative words. As I was about to push myself up I felt a heel dog into my hand. "What do you think your doing here?" the voice was a woman. I was surprised by how cold her voice sounded.

My face was against the wooden boards on the ground. Looking over to my right, my eyes widened, the bird pendant must have slipped out of my pocket! I was about to reach for it when she put her shoe firmly in my wrist. I'm not losing that pendant!

"Look, you can kill me if you want, just...just let me die with that." I said pointing to the pendant. I figured if I could at least get my hand free I could at least stand a chance. Maybe I could push myself up fast enough and knock her off balance and get her at gunpoint.

I felt her weight shift on my hand , then she froze. She bent down, a ring shining in the light, and picked up the pendant! "Give me that!" I demanded, I wasn't going to lose that to some thief! She wasn't paying attention, "Where did you get this?" she asked softly.

Wait...that voice...

"That's between me and who gave it to me." I wasn't going to give her my whole stupid life story. What happened next surprised me, she took her shoe off my hand. I heard a shaky gasp but I was too busy getting up to care.

I still had a few dark spots in my line if sight, I turned to face the woman, "Christ! What the hell did you hit me with? A lamp?" I did get knocked out Columbia a few times, though I'm just glad I didn't get a concussion out of the experience. Or at least I don't think I did...maybe I should go see a doctor when this is all over.

When the spots in my eyes stopped I got a clear...look...at...her.

Oh my god.

"Jacob?" She asked with tears brining in those sky blue eyes. Her ruby red lips quivered at the sight of me, her dark brown hair was longer than the last time I saw her. She wore a dress shirt that hugged her body in all the right places, her skirt went just above her kneecaps and was black with a red belt.

Her legs where covered with stockings. In short, she looked like the most sexy woman alive. My mouth was hanging open, my eyes where wider than dinner plates, and I'm sure I was blushing like a idiot with images of me taring off off the cloths.

She took a step forward, snapping me out of my daze, "Are...are you real?" she asked, gone was the ice cold voice that she first spoke to me with. It was now replaced by one with hope, joy, and sadness.

I remembered how when I found her in her tower she asked me the exact same question. This time instead of using words I used actions.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her small frame, I had tears in my eyes as she clung to me for dear life, not wanting to let go. "Yea...I am Elizabeth."

I felt a wetness on my neck, pulling away I saw she was crying, she wasn't sad but happy, "Hey don't...don't go crying over me." I said, my voice beginning to crack as I wiped the tears off her face. When it was done I didn't pull my hand back, I just rested it on her cheek as she leaned into it.

"I...I...I thought you where dead." she said, trying not to break down. Dead...DEAD! Duh Harper! Of course you forget why you come here! "Elizabeth I-" SLAP!

Ok...I'll admit I might have deserved that.

"I thought you where d-d-dead! And you just...just show up now when...when..." she said pointing accusing finger at me. She wasn't mad I think, I think she's just overwhelmed with emotions right now. And right now she needs me.

Fuck it.

Before she could say another word I brought her head to mine and brought out lips together. It's been too long since we last did this, her lips where always so smooth and soft, like they where it's begging to be captured with another pair.

At first she was too shocked to do anything really. Then she kissed back. Her lips moved against mine vigorously, running her tongue over them, asking for entry.

She didn't even need to ask.

My hands found their way to her back and slid up her spine, causing her to let out a moan. And I wanted to Make her do it again. One of my hands got into her long hair and messages her scalp, causing her to make more noises.

Thank god Elizabeth wasn't one just to stand and take it. One of her hands went around the side of my head and deepened the kiss, the other to the back of my head.

It had been far, far too long since our tongues danced together like now. I found her sweet spot and I was rewarded with another moan. She clasped her lips down on my lower one and began to play with it in experimentation. I let out a kind of sound I hadn't made.

Eventually though we both had to break away for breath. Unfortunately.

When we pulled away we where both panting, "I-I-I-I-I'm sorry I needed to-" I started but was cut off by Elizabeth with another small kiss on my lips. "Don't be...I think we both needed that." she said as we touched our foreheads together.

She was right. We both needed each other right now.

As we where about to resume our moment, Elizabeth's hand brushed up to where she clocked me, I let our a small yelp. "Oh god! Are you ok?" she asked with concern. I saw spots again.

Nonononono! DO NOT PASS OUT HARPER! Do...not...goddamnit...

I fell into darkness.

AN: Hooray! The star crossed lovers reunite!

Now...on terms of...relationships...I was curious...aw fuck it. Do you guys want me to put in lemons or not? I'm willing to do it of you want me to but I don't just want to do it out of nowhere.

So I'll tally up which of you guys want them in this and who doesn't. And don't worry, I'm not one of those guys like the author of 50 shades of grey.

Anyway, happy birthday to me and whatnot and I hope you guys enjoyed this.

And review as always.