Chapter 1: We've Made It!

Act I: Baptism

"An end. And end is just a beginning to something else."

The eighteenth Day Of August, 1912.

Booker takes a long but interrupted breath or air as he coughs out the water that had earlier filled his lungs. Before then, Booker Dewitt had been drowned by his daughter, and the many different and varied versions of her in an attempt to rid of the world of an evil lunatic. All of the versions of Elizabeth had vanished out of thin air, except for one. The one that had not disappeared was the same version of Elizabeth from which he had roamed through Columbia with. The same one that he had to get to wipe away his debt. The same one that went from an innocent young girl that was trapped inside of a twenty-year-old's body, to a fully matured woman who had experienced loss, and the change of everything she had ever known, in a tragic way.

This woman, (out of the element), was now dragging a heavy, previously unconscious man, out of the water and onto the grassy hill that surrounded the environment that the baptism had taken place in. When she had finally given him so air to breathe, he starting to cough and spit up water.

"Dad! Dad!" She yelled, grabbing onto his chest to calm him. "Are you okay?"

"What the hell?" He growled through coughs of disgusting tasting water. "You just tried to kill me."

"Booker, don't you remember what we talked about?" Elizabeth asked. "The conversations we shared as we traveled through the doors and lighthouses."

"I can't think straight right now." Booker explained. "My brain was just shut off."

"Well...good news." She started. "I think...well. I think our campaign has come to a close, Booker."

"Why would you say that?" He asked her.

"Well, all of the other versions of me just disappeared. " She recalled. "I thought I was next...but no. We must of severed ties to Booker and Comstock at the right time in your life. After my birth, and before you took the dive to change yourself. It appears to never take place in every timeline I'm aware of."

"That's Gre-" He starting coughing up water again before he could finish his sentence. "God, can't talk. A little sustained water to the lungs do that."

"It appears we never have to go back to Columbia." She told Booker. "Which in that case, you will get no complaints from me. A war-torn place filled with race-filled fights aplenty is nowhere I care to reside."

"I promised myself a while ago that I wasn't going to turn you into the people who wanted you." Booker revealed. "I was going to live with you."

"But...it hasn't been long since you knew I was your daughter" She remarked. He seemed a little uncomfortable. "What do we do now, father?"

"I get outside my comfort zone." He told her. "I've lived my entire life fighting and killing. Slaying down people, even if I didn't care why. I'm tried of living of the life of a killer, and the last thing I want is for you to take after me...and my actions."

"You'd change things for me?" She asked.

"No doubt in my mind. It's been 19 years that we've been apart." He said. "It's time we spend the last years I have together."

"Meaning?" She pondered.

"I want to grant your wish." He informed her. "I want to go to Paris. Learn things. Let you explore an environment that doesn't have me shooting people left and right to protect you. I want a place for us that doesn't make us feel vulnerable. A new start, where I have no debts, and no-one knows about your...talents."

"I wanna do it." She told him. "I have the special power of universal free travel, I wanna use it." She remarked with a subtle smile. She looked Booker in the eyes. "Even if our quest for freedom is over, an end is just the beginning to something else."

"Are we ready?" She asked him.

"Yes."

Booker stood up and gave a hand to Elizabeth. She raised her hand to create a tear, but she stopped.

"Booker. I'm Sorry."

"About what?"

"About causing so much trouble." She told him.

"I'm the one who caused the domino effect." Booker replied. "I'm the piece of human shit who actually sold his baby daughter just to have a chance to get more money for my alcohol." She was silent for the few seconds that there was silence. The only noise for that brisk time was the wind curling the blades of grass.

"This AD." He said, raising his hand to remind her of it. "I branded it as a sign of my sorrow. I shared that room with a memory of you and my regret...until the Luteces gave me a chance." She didn't say anything in response, but instead stepped forward with arms extended to give her father the first hug she ever had given. Booker could feel her trembling in his arms, but it was peaceful, and silent.

"Let's go."

Act II: Assemblee Nationale

"From one of the books I threw at you."

The ninth day of September, 1915

They teleported to Elizabeth's desired destination in a flash and a loud crackle. They both toppled over each other, falling down after universe travel. Booker helped Elizabeth off the cold marble textured floor. It was when Elizabeth was gaining her strength back to her stance that she noticed a window nearby. She absolutely jumped at the chance and beat him to it, and when she arrived there, it was the most exquisite views she could ever imagine of. They could see the beautiful city through the very window, along with the Eiffel Tower. Elizabeth grew extremely giddy and excited at the sight of her beloved tower, trying not to compare it to the one she was stuck in for the first nineteen years of her life. The tower signified freedom to Elizabeth, even if the tower she was used to meant the complete opposite. She could see it's large structure, the way it one-upped everything near it, in both size and gorgeous architectural design. She could see the market kitty-corner next to the tower, but it was hard to view in all of it's glory at the distance from which they observed.

"We've made it!" Elizabeth stated, loudly. She surprised her father with a loving hug.

"Now, we just got to find a way to the bottom." Booker stated, glancing and searching around the dark and cold room in an effort to try to discover a way to street level.

"Mr. Dewitt, look." She said, pointing towards a hastily covered doorway.

"Stand clear, I'm going to clear the way." Booker said, pushing the heavy bookcases away from the wooden white door. It didn't take him long to clear enough space for the two of them to squeeze through the doorway. "I'm opening i- Ow! Shit." He said, looking down at his hand after he had collected a splinter from the door that was falling apart. He pushed the rest of it open and swore under his breathe at the annoying pain.

After he had opened the door, there was a dim hallway with only a fleet of stairs within. Booker found a lantern and lit it before going down the stairs.

"Are you sure these are safe?" Elizabeth asked, fearful of breaking through.

"I don't exactly know for sure." Booker said, taking slow steps down each step. "I guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves."

They reached the bottom, unscathed. When they opened the door, they found themselves to be in a large government building, but Booker didn't exactly know where.

"This must be the Assemblee Nationale!" Elizabeth stated knowingly.

"Oh. Good." Booker remarked sarcastically. "I was afraid we were going to have to ask."

"That's what you have me for, father." Elizabeth reminded him. "Let's find a map. I don't know everything about this beautiful place." The two were tasked with finding someone to ask, so they went to the front desk.

"Peut-on avoir des directions?" Elizabeth asked the man to the total amazement of Booker.

"Where the hell did you learn that?" He asked.

"From one of the books I threw at you."

"Voici une carte , madame" The scruffy mustached man said from behind the front desk, grabbing her a pocket map full of everything one would need for minor directions and pointers.

"Looks like we are all set." Elizabeth told Booker. "Let's start our journey. I want to see...everything."

Act III: The Streets Of Paris

"If this ain't love, then how did we get out?"

The streets of Paris were truly everything that Liz could of ever dreamed of. She quickly learned that the books she read, and the pictures she saw and recreated, never quite did the wonderful environment it's justice. The bustling streets and businesses were completely new and undiscovered for the twenty year old girl, and she got excited from of the mixture of voices she heard, and the street music that boomed and reflected off the walls of all the worn but absolutely intoxicating architecture. She could barely handle her excitement, and if it wasn't for her pleading starvation, she would of kept walking around.

"Booker, I'm starving." Elizabeth informed.

"Oh, shit." Booker remarked. "I don't have money. I totally didn't think of that." Booker's mind raced with how they were going to find some money, and fast. He thought he was going to have to go to the money, but the money...it came to him.

"Why think of the future, when you can be thinking of the past?" A random voice said from behind the father and daughter duo. They turned around to discover that it was the Lutece twins again. Even if their journey in Columbia was over, these freaks were still following them around it seemed.

"God damn it." Booker muttered loudly. "What in the hell do you weirdos want with us. We are done with you."

"Oh." Robert says as he turns to Rosalind. "We come and try to help and this is the way we are treated."

"How are you going to help exactly?" Elizabeth asked with hopeful intentions for something awfully good.

"Money is on the mind." Rosalind states.

"So we made money on the accord." Robert replies. "Booker."

"Catch." Booker looks in surprise to see Rosalind throwing him large sums of money that was coming out of nowhere.

"Who the fuck are they?" A man shouted loudly behind Booker as both him and Elizabeth look to see if they were the targeted audience for the question. They we're confused when there was no man there in the crowded streets that was yelling at them. When they turned back around to talk to the Luteces, they we're gone.

"You know, I used to think French people were a bunch of stuck up rude assholes." Booker said as they continued to walk down the street with a hefty wage in Booker's pocket. "And you know what?"

"Hmmm?"

"I still think that."

"True as that may be, I heard that they make a mad serving of fries." Elizabeth replied.

"Probably why they're named after the nationality." Booker remarked.

"Har Har."

When they finally made it to a street with a medley of options, Elizabeth was intense in the thought of eating french fries for the first time in her life. So, the first thing she ate in Paris was literally a french food is every way, except for the future use of it in every American restaurant known to man.

"Hey, Elizabeth." Booker called. "I found Soda. You ever have a soda?" He asked her. "I will show you the wonders."

"Alright." Elizabeth replied. "Let's do it." She took her first sip from the glass bottle, and was a little blown back by the sweetness of a cola beverage. "Wow, that's...something unlike I've ever had before, Mr. Dewitt."

"You know, come to think of it, I've never heard of a daughter who called her father by his last name." Booker joked.

"And I don't know any daughter who dragged her father out of a body of water after downing him forcibly." They both had a huge laugh at the offensive jokes pitched, and took a seat at a street-side table.

"What do you wanna do next, Elizabeth?"

"I wanna see the tower." She replied. "Afterall, I've waited my entire life for this moment."

"Might as well be on our way."

They were halfway across the bridge back to the tower side of the sprawling city when Elizabeth asked a random question with absolutely no context.

"Do you love me?"

"Well, of course I do. You're my daughter."

"But...you sold me." Elizabeth replied.

Booker stopped on the bridge and had to clear his throat and think. "Elizabeth, if this ain't love, then how did we get out?" He asked.

"Good point." She replied. "Booker?"

"Yes?"

"How do I look?" Elizabeth asked as she posed in front of the Effiel that was a clear shot of view from the bridge from which they stood on.

"You look like you belong." He replied.

"Thank you."

After they had done a good amount of walking further down the complicated paths, they stopped at a massively sized marketplace that was full of people selling everything you could think of. Booker and Elizabeth sat near the middle on a aged bench just to get a chance to catch their breathe and take a break from all the walking.

Elizabeth's sense of smell was so triggered from all the different things being displayed around her. Ranging from jewelry, breadsticks, and flowers, all things had a smell, and she closed her eyes to take in the sound and delight that she extended.

"I'm going to search for a restroom, coming?" Booker asked.

"No. I'm fine. I'll stay here and wait for you."

Act IV: A Bobber Waiting For It's Fish

"He's a lonely man that knew his time is destined to come"

Jack Ryan wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a piece of cloth from his pocket. It was a pretty hot day in Paris, and a pretty particular and average one in the way of events. He owned a small shop tall on the side of a long body of water that had a beyond beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower. Even with a well kept shop in a great location, Jack didn't have much money, and the cash that he had, he spent buying the stand that he ran. He never really achieved much sales wise, as people would rather have charismatic salesmen who sweet talked them and sold them on ideas and objects. When he had customers, he never really talked to them. He instead intended to depict a silent environment, as he would greet them, and then go into his corner and read a book.

Jack didn't have much trouble accepting the idea that he was not very well off, and that his stall was a failure. He was pretty accepting of his social status of...not really having a social status. The one thing he couldn't accept, was not having someone. Anyone. Even those in the world who didn't talk much and socialise, always have someone to talk to. He didn't. He would talk to his dog back home, but that was about it. Today though, he sat back and grinned. He didn't know why, but he felt like this was his day. He was a lonely man that knew his time was destined to come.

When he got back to cleaning the dirt off some roses he had displaced, there was something that caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to have the thing in full focus, and wow. It was a beyond gorgeous woman, dressed in a beautiful gold and black dress. He could see her big blue eyes from the distance, and he could see the smile that she displaced on her beautiful face. He quickly found himself incredibly enraptured by this woman that he'd never seen before. But she was with a man. Beh. But he was old, much older and her. It wasn't like they were holding hands or anything. Father? Maybe. They both sat down , and them the man left her alone on the bench. He quickly devised a master plan in his hand. He was to deliver a pristine rose to her, and ask her out on a date. Jack didn't even think about it twice, he was on the move.

Act V: Girls, Girls, Boys.

"I don't know if boys are the thing you want to be messing with while we are out on vacation."

The 24 year old man found himself stopping right in front of the beautiful girl who was seated on the public bench within the main market square. He noticed that the closer he got, the more nervous he got, and he knew that he was so out of her league, that they couldn't even be of the same species. He was really hoping his 'gentleman move' would work on this woman that he didn't know, and had never even seen before.

"Um. Hell." Jack stuttered like a moron. "I mean, Hello. My name is Jack." He said as he reached out his hand for the lady he was engaging with. Elizabeth looked at his outstretched hand for a moment, until noticing that he wanted to shake. She was pretty inexperienced in the act of social exposure, and grabbed on to his hand right as he was begging to pull back in embarrassment.

"Hello, Jack." She said with her wide smile, and her blue eyes that were the size of the moon. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Sure is." He remarked nervously. "It sort of. Like reminds me of you and stuff." He stuttered again.

"Really?" She said with a deep blush and a nervous smile. "You compare me to a beautiful sunny day in Paris?"

"I actually compare it to you." He said without a stutter. She really didn't know how to reply to his constant flow of compliments. She had never been truly complimented before. "I actually brought these for you.

"Me?"

"You."

"Why me?" Elizabeth asked. "Are you sure you're talking to the right person? I'm not from around here."

"Because you're beautiful." He replied to another blush from her pale face in the sun. "And...I wanted to ask you out on a date. To the top, of the Eiffel Tower."

"THE. Eiffel Tower?" She asked.

"Only the best for the best."

"Oh my god." She said as Booker returned to the bench from the restroom. "I think I have to talk it over with my father. Please excuse me." She said as she got up with Booker, took the roses and walked away to talk.

"What is that young man talking to you about?" Booker asked.

"He wants to bring me on a date, father."

"He wants to go out with you?"

"Yes, father. He says he finds me very beatiful. Says he wants to take me to the top of the Eiffel on date."

"Like a romantic date?"

"Yes. He gave me these." She said, showing him the gorgeous collection of roses, bundled together.

"Elizabeth, I don't know if boys are the thing you want to be messing with while we are out on vacation."

"Dad."

"Yes?"

"I want to actually live my life. I want to actually do the things that normal people do. I want to go on dates with charming men who tell me the things that I have never heard before."

"Okay."

"Booker. I want this."

"Then do it."

"Really?"

"Just...be safe." Booker told her. Elizabeth turned around to expect the young man to had given up and walked away, but he was still standing there waiting. He welcome her look with a smile, and watched in anticipation when she walked over to her.

"Can we go at eight tonight?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"I could probably pull some strings for you." He replied to her. "Just meet me at the bottom of the entrance at eight tonight."

"I'll see you, Jack."

"And you.."

"Elizabeth." She finished for him, forgetting that she had not given him her name yet.

"Elizabeth. Wow, that's an exceptionally beautiful name. Then again, it fits."

"I'll see you." Elizabeth said as she walked away with Booker. Jack turned around and walked about to his shop, doing the most awkward celebration with a decisive fist bump. It was the first time he'd ever asked a girl out on a date, and the results were exceptional. He was beyond excited for what held to him that night.

Fin.