A/N: Guys, we have a serious problem. A very large serious problem. In fact, if you've got the time, this is a twelve story problem with grand entrance, carpeting throughout, twenty-four hour portage and a large sign reading "THIS IS A SERIOUS PROBLEM." The problem being that I have scoured the Bioshock page, distraught from the Burial at Sea ending (I'm saying nothing) and there being no stories about Booker's and Anna's/Elizabeth's life after Infinite, at least a story that showed father/daughter life. So here it is!

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A Normal Life.

Elizabeth looked down at Booker, his body being taken away by the slow current in the small lake. Her heart wrenched at the very idea of having to kill him, even if to save him, and now that the deed was done, a sense of self-loathing settled deep in her stomach.

"My own father, who had done nothing but try to protect me and love me, and I killed him." A single tear rolled down her face as she knelt in the shallow lake. Though she knew the cycle would keep repeating if he lived, she didn't particularly care. All she wanted was to spend time with her father.

Slowly, the duplicates of her began vanishing as their universes collapsed and ceased to exist. She looked behind her, only two of her remained, looking onward with sorrowful expressions.

One heart beat, and the leftmost Elizabeth vanished, the religious clothing she had worn showed her dedication to Comstock.

Two heart beats, and the penultimate Elizabeth vanished into oblivion, taking with her the comfortable clothing of a Columbian citizen.

Elizabeth didn't want to vanish, she didn't even know if she would. She was not from this reality, so would she disappear, or return to her own? Doors were closing so fast, she couldn't tell. She began to feel dizzy, only half a dozen more doors remained open.

Her strength left her, bringing back a feeling of helplessness, only a few doors now.

As the final doors closed in her face, she fell into blackness.

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Booker looked at the man standing in front of his desk, hands behind his back, an aura of superiority surrounding him. "Come now, Dewitt, give us the girl, and wipe away the debt. I'm offering you a way out, all you have to do is take it." The mans voice grated on Booker's nerves.

"My debts are my own, I will deal with them my way, but I will not sell Anna. I have turned you down twice before, ask again, and I will shoot you. Now please leave." He demanded, gesturing with an open hand towards the door. The man looked shocked, as if not fully expecting his answer, but the hard look in Booker's green eyes simply oozed anger.

While the two men were staring each other down, the light streaming in from the window brightened considerably, bathing the room in a bright white light. Both Booker and the mysterious man looked out the small window, only to see the skyline of New York being obliterated, as if the universe itself were being destroyed. When the wave of destruction reached the building they were in, there was no pain, no sound, no light and no darkness.

Simply nothing.

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A cry pierced the inky blackness that surrounded and smothered his consciousness. His eyes cracked open to see his small room, signs of the coming dawn scattered around the messy space. The green paint peeling from the walls, empty bottles littered the nightstand. The cry rang out again. Booker quickly shot up, only to be rewarded with a pounding head, blurry eyes and another cry from the next room. He tried again, meeting better results, before he stumbled to the door, knocking several bottles around the room with his feet. He opened his office door that led to the only bedroom, and the sight that met his eyes made a smile creep onto his face. A single crib stood in the center of the room, a hiccuping coming from it. The room was in better condition than that of the rest of the apartment, the wallpaper was sticking to the walls, fresh air blew into the room via the opened window, small toys littered the room like the bottles behind him. He slowly walked up to the crib, happiness mixed with anxiety, for some reason he couldn't deduce. He picked up the small girl, wrapped in a blue blanket, the girls face screwed up in a smile upon seeing her daddy. He smiled back, and leant in to kiss her small nose. "Good morning Anna." He whispered softly before landing the kiss on her nose, causing her to laugh. He began to walk back into the other room to get her fed, when his gazed wandered around, picking up all the bottles and gambling tickets. He looked back down to Anna, her innocent eyes not leaving his.

"She deserves better than this." He thought. He thought of his debt, and the state of his apartment. Then he thought about his love for Anna. He looked back down at Anna, gently lifting the milk bottle to her lips.

"I promise, you're going to have a great life. No matter what I have to do, you'll be happy." He said as she began feeding.

For that entire day, he played with Anna, ignored his customers, and began cleaning up his office, removing the bottles, the gambling tickets, leaving only the table, small cot, and a chair. He looked down at Anna as she played with one of her toys, a small ball. He was doing this for her, and that was all he needed. When Anna was finally put to bed, after hours of playing, and intently listening to her father talk, Booker began to look through yesterdays newspaper. Once used for gambling, now it was used for job search. A private eye paid well, but not many people had problems that were being brought to him.

He had debts to clear and a daughter to support after all, and he was not going to fail.

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A/N: Guys, I'm thinking of making this a full story rather than a One-shot, showing how Elizabeth grew up in normal care of a normal father. If you would prefer to see this left as a One-shot, please favorite, follow, and review, but if you want it to be made into a fully fledged story, favorite, follow, and review, leaving your opinion. If you do want another chapter for the story, it may take a while as I've yet to begin writing it. [At the time of upload (30/01/2015)]

Thank you to all of you who have read this, it makes me glad that I'm not the only one who wants to see Elizabeth/Anna and Booker happy.

-Eclipse-Sol