Warning: This contains all spoilers! Plus an incestuous relationship. If you are easily offended and grossed out, do not read! There is no point in proceeding further if what you have just read disgusted you.

I played and finished the game and its DLC content. I love the series but was left wanting more from the Bioshock universe, especially the Infinite story.I ship Booker/Elizabeth in both platonic and romantic relationships. Originally, I felt nothing for Elizabeth and didn't care to ship them. I played through the game like any other game not really appreciating the effort put forth into creating the game. Her role was like a friend to me. I still didn't expect the ending to happen the way it did and was surprised that she actually was Booker's daughter. There was no happy ending. The game left a sour taste so I put down after I finishing it and didn't return for a year.

Now that I'm playing it again with an open heart, embracing its universe; I'm starting to fall in love with the game, characters, and its story. I mainly see Elizabeth as Booker's daughter on a strictly platonic level and enjoyed it as such but I also explored the taboo area of incest and thought this would make a good twist in the story. I want to make it clear that my goal in this fanfiction is not sex. I repeat, it is NOT for them to get all freaky. It's all just smut to me. I'm not interested in that as much as I am the special love and connection they shared. If you want the hot descriptive sex between the two, you can search other stories here. I've ran into one myself. Quite sensually descriptive it was. However I will write a sexual scene because it needs to be there to be complete. I have big plans for this. I'm narrating through the entire game from start to finish with many changes.

Have you ever thought that this game needed more? It felt like I was fed a burger with only a bun, cheese, and veggies. So therefore I am writing this story with MY twist on things with a fuller, more plump and satisfying story. I won't spoil how I'll finish the ending but I will guarantee you that it will not be the same as the original. I also plan on doing a writing for the DLC's based of my ending here on Infinite.

I hope you enjoy it and as always, please leave a review. :)

Chapter 1

Appointed Encounter

Booker navigated through the maze of rooms and corridors of Monument Island; a tower of beauty externally but sick and demented internally. He crept quietly to ensure stealth for enemy presence was unbeknownst to him. Surprised, he expected angry opponents accompanied with frenzied shooting. All was quiet as he made his way up the tower entering into an intriguing room.

Alright, now where are you? Fighting my way to this tower was difficult enough and now this place is quiet. This doesn't make sense. My job needs to get easier. And what kind of sick place is this, were they doing experiments on her? 'Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt' huh… Harder than it sounds. What's this lever do?

Booker pulled a conspicuous looking lever which in turn caused a shutter to raise, exposing a bedroom.

It's a bedroom. She must be close by. I just have to keep looking. I wonder what's so special about this 'girl.' I hope she is worth my troubles. I got enough on my plate. I don't need anymore. She'd better be cooperative.

He pressed onward to a lit panel revealing Elizabeth's location, the dressing room, and there was where he found her, twirling and dancing. A two way mirror allowed Booker to lay eyes on her unwary presence. That's her. Wow, not bad looking either,he thought.

Paris, oh how wonderful it must be, Elizabeth fantasized as she smiled holding a picture of France. If only I can visit there, just for a day.I think I would be so happy. Everyone there must be handsome and beautiful! Elizabeth turned toward the two way mirror to primp her hair, and wondered how long it would take her to learn French. She wished to visit the Eiffel Tower and all of the attractions and destinations that place of her dreams beheld. "Ow!" Elizabeth said as she dropped her photograph. Why do you always hurt here and there?She thought as she held her thimble. The accident from her early childhood proved to be a nuisance from time to time as she grew older. The brief but sharp pain distracted her for a second. It was a good distraction since her pinkie reminded her that she had the unfathomable power to open trans-dimensional rifts in time and space. She picked up her photo, held it to her chest and looked up to the ceiling and daydreamed of what Paris would be like at night. She rushed over to her newly finished painting of Paris that sat in the dining room; she had a plan in mind. In that room was another two way mirror, and there also was Booker observing. There were two way mirrors in just about every room in her home. I want to see it one more time,she thought. Elizabeth placed her hands together as if she were to open curtains, and in that instant she swung open a portal to an alternate universe with an alternate time. The rift created by her amazing hands revealed Paris at night. It was existent and so tangible; if only she could step through. A bus was approaching. Quickly, she closed the portal. "That was close," she gasped. That was too close.

"What the hell was that?!" said booker when he witnessed that strange event from behind the mirror. Little did she know there was another man on the other side of that mirror; it was a man that was seeking her. Neither knew each other and neither could ever predict of the events that would unfold. Their destinies are now intertwined.

She briskly walked over to the well-lit library. It was one of her favorite rooms. There were numerous books on hundreds of different topics. All of her years growing up and never stepping foot outside Monument Island gave her nothing but time. She mastered mathematics and studied hard in quantum mechanics, including all of the cultures and religions. She read in depth about all the animals and insects. Her subject of choice was of course quantum physics. She was and is a genius. Having such a high intellect, she picked up psychology with no difficulty. But she did not go to the library for the books, not this time. She wanted to gaze out of the one and only window she had. The large frame of light, which seemed almost like a rift itself, beckoned Elizabeth as she walked up the steps. As if it was foreshadowing her very near future, which it very might well be. The warm rays of the sun presented to her rays of hope. Her eyes peered through the clouds, wishing and desiring to be anywhere but that terrible place called her home.

This tower, this awful prison has been my home for as long as I can remember. And all of my memories were of experiments and mundane everyday routines. Why can't I have a normal life? Is there something wrong with me? I can open tears to alternate universes, but is that what makes me a monster? Do I deserve to be looked away in this tower for the rest of my life? One day I will get out of here. I will fly away on a ship and go to Paris. I hate my father and his scientists. All they ever do is experiment on me like I'm some laboratory specimen. I want to know the world and experience all that life has to offer. What does true happiness feel like? I want to know. Oh all the wonderful people that I could meet when I leave. I want to know what love feels like and to be in love.

Elizabeth began to imagine life outside, pure life without her father or any experiments. Her visions carried her away to a special place of bliss. She had gotten lost in her train of thoughts until she heard a sudden and loud metallic grinding noise. It came from behind her. She quickly turned her attention toward the foreign sound.

"Oh sh.." Booker yelled as he crashed through the ceiling.

He had caught on to the edge of the platform, preventing injury. Elizabeth terribly frightened, slowly walked toward the edge to see who it was. She carefully looked down, revealing a mysterious man. Her thoughts raced with questions and her heart thumped with fear and shock. "Uh, hello," Booker said, looking up toward Elizabeth. A loud scream blasted from the bottom of her lungs, surprising him and caused him to fall against the floor. In her shock Elizabeth threw anything her hands touched. Books flew toward the intruder, forcing him to block and evade. She rushed down the steps tossing books one after another.

"Hey, knock it off. Stop it. Will you stop it!" Booker shouted. "I'm not here to hurt you."

She ran over with a book in hand ready to pummel but ceased when he pleaded he wouldn't hurt her.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

He replied, "I'm a friend. I've come to get you out of here."

Booker placed his hand on her shoulder to assure her, but she rejected in fear and disgust. "Get away!" she said as she tried to hit him with the book. He firmly grabbed her arm to prevent her feeble attempts. She tried twice and failed miserably against his large and strong grasp. Finally she stopped and her heavy breathing became apparent. Her defensive posture began to lower as adrenaline slowed its course threw her veins. Hundreds of thoughts and questions echoed in her mind but none had found escape.

Who is he? Why is he here? Why did he fall through the ceiling?

Those brilliant, innocent blue eyes gazed directly at the returning, piercing green stare. Immediately, a faint connection was felt in her heart like an ember; a connection that she would eventually come to fully realize.

What does he want? What does he want with me?

Her adrenaline settled and her heart's curiosity ensued. Frown gradually faded into a slight smile, fear transformed into ease.

He is tall. He has such deep green eyes. He looks so strong. He… he is really handsome… And those lips, I've seen pictures of men but he is so… breathtaking. Is he… real? I can't believe I'm standing next to someone that isn't my father or a scientist, and he is so... different.

Her face brightened and she slowly reached out her hand toward his rugged face. "Are you real?" she quivered in disbelief. Overcame by a new experience, questions fluttered from her lips, forgetting the fear and intrusion she felt a moment ago.

"I've never met anyone before, not like this."

"I'm real enough" he replied.

What a pretty young lady. I didn't think I'd be rescuing such a looker. Could she be serious about never meeting a person? What kind of life did she live?

She had gotten lost in his deep green eyes. A mere inch was all distance left before her soft hand felt the bristle of a man. Her trance was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a screeching tune. The piercing sound originated from a statue of Comstock standing proudly next to them. This tiny monument would entitle Songbird's arrival per loud but familiar screech.

"He's coming, y-you've got to go!"

"Why?" he quickly asked.

The melody replayed, demanding for the young lady.

"You don't want to be here when he gets-JUST A MINUTE IM GETTING DRESSED" she yelled, hoping Songbird would hear.

Booker interrupted, "I can get you out of here." But Elizabeth knew that was impossible.

"There's no way out, trust me I've looked. This place is like prison that I've read about."

The beckoning Songbird's call echoed through the halls louder than before.

"STOP IT! YOU'RE TOO IMPATIENT. THAT'S ENOUGH!"

"What about this?" Booker gladly presented a key.

"What about it?" Elizabeth replied with half of her attention.

"It's the way out isn't it?"

"W-what are you…? Give it to me!" as she gasped in delight.

The key twirled in her hand as she keenly observed its dimensions and details. The large steal door hinted of the key's destination several paces away. Elizabeth quickly jogged to its position and thought loudly:

"Huh… this has to fit here. I don't think this key will work for the other doors."

Booker and Elizabeth stood back and watched the as automatic gears turned and twisted, revealing an escape route. Pleasantly surprised Elizabeth spoke with gladness.

"It's a way out! Come on this way."

Enraged and aggression ridden, Songbird began to frantically pry for the missing Elizabeth. The walls began to shake and the floor rumbled with each effort from the monstrous mechanical bird-like keeper.

"Do you know where you're going ma'am?" Booker asked hurriedly

"Yes, I've studied this tower, I know the way." She replied.

"Hold on, I'm coming!

Songbird's powerful attempts shook the foundations of the tower. Chips fell from the ceiling as the tower began to groan from the attacks.

"It's his job to keep me locked up in here!"

"We'll see about that," Booker replied in pride.

The building shook even more and Songbird became angrier for he could not retrieve Elizabeth. Dust particles filled the open air, making it difficult for the two to traverse the corridors. They ran around the corners, bolted through the hallways as the attacks on the tower continued. "Who are you? Why did you come here?" She asked while trying to dodge falling wooden support beams. "I don't think it's a good time for introductions right now" He said in return. "Run now, talk later!" Their legs continued to swiftly carry them through paths of the tower. Songbird had no intention of relinquishing its efforts. The entire building shook relentlessly, almost impeding their escape. Young Elizabeth bolted ahead, "This way, come on." Booker followed but fell forward from the force of Songbird. "Wait!" he yelled. Sharp metal claws ripped through the shell of the tower effortlessly, displaying Songbird's strength and ferocity. "The hell is that thing?!" Booker asked. Elizabeth screamed, afraid that she'd had been hit. Fortunately unaffected, she ran further and booker followed suit several feet behind.

"Call the elevator!" He yelled ahead.

She glanced over her shoulder, "What?"

"Press the button!"

She frantically pressed the elevator call button urging the elevator to arrive quicker.

"Did you do it?" He asked hurriedly when he reached her.

"Yes! I did. This place is falling apart."

Elizabeth looked over at a mysterious window and to her horror, it revealed a revolting truth.

"What is all this? They were watching me? All this time... Why? Why did they put in here? What am I? She spun around to ask Booker "WHAT AM I?"

"You're the girl who's getting out of this tower."

A large claw pierced through the elevator doors, shoving Elizabeth back. "Aahh!" She screamed in panic. Songbird attempted to force its large head through the opening.

"Whoa! Hey lady, are you okay?"

She frantically tried to catch her breath. "Yeah I'm okay" The mechanical beast forcefully ripped the opening further with its claws. Elizabeth whimpered frightfully as the beast drew nearer.

"Get back!" Booker yelled. Fortunately the elevator slammed downward on Songbird and forced him lower and thus created a way of safety.

"We've got to hurry! This tower is going to collapse any minute now." Elizabeth said, as she jumped over the gap from the platform to the next.

"Yeah I know. Be careful Elizabeth" Booker replied as he followed after her.

"How do you know my name?"

"Not now."

"There's a door up here! Hurry!"

"Almost there"

"Ugh!" she strained as she struggled to get the door open.

"Out of the way. Let me try"

With ease, Booker cracked open the door. Unexpectedly, strong winds rushed in loudly from outside with a reminder of their high altitude.

"Which way?" she asked, as she bravely squeezed outside.

"I thought you knew the way. Never mind, up, go up!" He yelled against the wind.

They were both stood on a walkway outside of the tower at this point. High up in the clouds were rushing winds that had strong potential to send them flying at any second. Songbird zoomed by, his screech followed.

"I thought we took care of him," Booker yelled, barely hearing his own voice.

"We're at the top, now what!" Elizabeth asked.

The mechanical beast rammed into the tower stealing the balance of Booker and Elizabeth. They fell over as the tip of tower rocked and tore from its base. Disoriented and frightened, Elizabeth screamed for Booker to as she realized they we're both falling.

"Elizabeth, no… Elizabeth!" Booker yelled, reaching out his hand in effort to save her.

She frantically waved her arms about in panic as she fell downwards towards Columbia.

"Aahh!" she screamed as she looked at him desperately. Her eyes were full of fright and terror.

Booker stretched his hand to grab her. Luckily she was in reach and he pulled her closer to him. He wrapped his arm tightly around her insuring her safety. Elizabeth clenched her arms tenaciously around his chest as they fell through the sky. He yanked out his skyhook and clutched a sky rail nearby. Songbird relentlessly pursued after them as they zipped on the rail at high speed. The beast sliced through air searching for a perfect opportunity to snatch Elizabeth. Broken parts of the tower descended and collided into the sky rail slashing their escape route.

"No, oh NO!" Booker yelled as he reached the severed end. Elizabeth slipped through Booker's grip. "Elizabeth!" he shouted as he realized he was losing her. Elizabeth screamed when her safety was ripped from her. It was familiar to her somehow. She felt this loneliness and feelings of being deserted before. She had been traumatized when she was just an infant but the experience latch onto her throughout her years. She didn't know why she felt this and couldn't grasp why loosing booker sent a wave of unpleasant emotions. Again they were in open air, falling with little hope of living. Fortunately they crashed into water several moments later. The water broke their fall but knocked Booker unconscious. As he started fading away he saw Songbird dive into the water to search for his missing possession. The beast couldn't handle the water and took back the skies. Everything became black to him as sound faded away.

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