Hello! New Story! I hope you enjoy the chapter, a fairly short one to start; just to get the ball rolling!

Just to warn you this is set in an AU. Playing through Bioshock Infinite I was really hoping that something would happen between Booker and Elizabeth.

That being said the ending is pretty damn amazing!

For those who are reading my other Mass Effect: SamXShep fiction: Fear not I am still writing it! It's had various re-writes and whatnot. New chapter should be up soon, thanks for being patient!

I hope you enjoy the first chapter! Next chapter will most probably take place in Battleship Bay.

"BOOKER!" The scream from Elizabeth roused Booker from his unconscious stupor, he vision cleared just enough to witness Elizabeth stepping into Songbirds gigantic metal claw. He reached out for her as the great metal beast swung around in an attempt to extricate itself from the building, he was not about to lose her again; he couldn't. Not after everything that that had been through and overcome.

Their hands grazed for a second, in the light Booker could faintly see tears running down Elizabeth's face. His mind was screaming at his body to get up and shoot, or at least do something. He was physically exhausted though. Songbird's high pitched scream ripped through the air and with that the Beast and Elizabeth were gone. Booker's heart sank.

"Goddammit!" Booker shouted attempting to rise from the floor. The sudden exclamation caused him to double over in pain; he thought the worst pain that he would feel would be from being stabbed in the hand whilst trying to get to the First Lady; clearly though he was wrong.

It had seemed all so long ago now, he had been sent to the mysterious Flying City of Columbia to bring back a girl to cover a debt, a debt that was owed to the wrong kind of people. Booker still couldn't remember who in particular it was owed to, although now he had made up his decision that he never intended to. His time on Columbia had changed him greatly.

He glanced down to survey the extent of the damage that being catapulted through a window caused. The sight that greeted him was better than what his mind had prepared him for, there was a fair amount of blood and a few deep lacerations but at least there were no broken bones poking out from underneath his clothes; good thing too. Whilst Booker's time on Columbia had certainly been filled with violence and injuries, at least he had Elizabeth there to help patch him up or keep him stocked up on Salts and ammo.

Booker sighed. Elizabeth. He'd come to Columbia to use the girl as a bargaining chip to save himself from his outstanding debt, what had happened though was quite the opposite. The alliance between the two had grown stronger as they had progressed and now Booker wasn't so sure, he had come to care for Elizabeth far greater than he'd care too admit. At first he'd felt guilty, he had only felt these feelings with one other in his life. Anna.

She was a great woman. Intelligent, caring and sensitive were the first words that sprang to mind. Booker remembered the hatred and anger that he felt when she left him on the night of August 14th 1908. That anger still threatened to bubble over even to this day; perhaps it was one of the main reasons why destruction followed him around like Deaths Cloak.

When he had met Elizabeth though things had changed, Booker started not to focus on the negativity that Anna had offloaded onto him but onto the beauty and innocence of Elizabeth. Thinking about another women caused an unhappy feeling of guilt to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, Booker still didn't know why though. Anna was the one who had ended things, not him. Doubts still plagued him about whether it was his fault, whether he hadn't shown her enough love or care. He should have at least prepared himself for the inevitable though. Booker distinctly remembered a conversation between them about a week before she vanished.

"Booker, what I'm about to say might... Booker!" Anna frowned at Booker when he knew he wasn't paying her much attention. She made sure his eyes met hers before she moved a lock of her blonde hair from in front of her face and continued.

"Booker I want you to promise me"

"Anything"

"If anything happens, don't let me hold you back"

Booker had never taken much notice; Anna had a tendency to say things like this after a glass of wine. Towards the end of their relationship she brought scenarios similar to this an ever increasing amount. Eventually Booker found out why, on August 14th she left him for another man that she had been seeing awhile.

He had booked her favourite restaurant as a surprise, the kind of establishment that Booker hated. Posh, uptight and filled with the kind of people who are can think of nothing better than discussing 'collateralised debt obligation'. Hell he had even gone to the trouble of dressing up for her like she had always wanted, a brown suit with a grey hat. Simple yet striking. Booker had told her to be at the restaurant at 8 sharp, he had entered about 10 minutes previous to get drinks and order a starter. He chose the salmon with rocket and a sour cream dressing, looking back Booker realised it was a rather poor choice ordering the sour cream; the night would be sour enough come the end.

Very few words were exchanged and Booker left feeling angry and vulnerable. He had doted on Anna since he had met her; everything about her filled his mind from day to day. With her now gone from his life things quickly spiralled out of control, Anna was replaced with cards and a bottle of something potent. You could say she was the catalyst that had ended with him being stuck on this godforsaken place.

"Is he going to stand there all day?" A female voice from the other side of the room brought Booker quickly back to his senses.

"Hmmm.." Another voice, male this time chipped in pondering the question. "Well I guess that is certainly a possibility"

"Don't you mean probability?" The other voice called back. Booker knew now who it was. Why the hell do they keep following him around?

"No I believe I was right the first time"

"Oh dear brother, sometimes you make me wonder whether you are still suffering from acute cognitive dissonance"

The voices continued to engage in a game of verbal tennis whilst Booker quickly tended to his more serious wounds. The cuts that he had quickly sown together weren't nearly as good as the talents from Elizabeth but at least he wasn't going to die yet.

With the most pressing wounds tended to Booker made his way towards the gaping hole that Songbird had left just moments ago. He noticed a skyhook about 60 feet below, it wasn't ideal but Booker was not going to let anything or anyone harm Elizabeth. As he prepared to jump the female voice of Rosalind Lutece echoed behind him.

"Mr DeWitt, my brother and I do implore you to be careful. A lot more is riding on this than what appears to be."

With that they both vanished. Again.

Booker sighed; at times he wished he'd never met the Lutece twins. They spoke in riddles and never made any sense. Having said that they had been around to point him in the right direction, and that magnetic shield or whatever it was had saved his life on more than one occasion. Feeling slightly better than he did before Booker loaded his faithful hand cannon, he had a feeling that he would be relying on it heavily in the upcoming struggle to save Elizabeth. With that he leapt from the window to save the girl who had finally given him a reason to live.

Let me know what you guys and girls think!

Cheers,

AsozMania