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Characters: Booker and Elizabeth
Date: Way backdated to the start of the console crash event!
Location: Starting in Earth Sector; possibly moving elsewhere.
Situation: Booker got back from his mission just in time to see the city going up in smoke. Naturally, he's kind of freaked out and needs to find Elizabeth.
Warnings/Rating: None as yet! Will edit this if necessary.

Booker doesn't know what to expect as he makes his way through the city. He'd only stopped long enough to make sure the dignitaries they'd been escorting were safe, and now he's striding with purpose, his gun out and ready for a fight, just in case.

He has no idea what's happening, but he knows he needs to find his daughter.

"Elizabeth?" he calls as he approaches the suite they share. It's undamaged. He hasn't really been paying attention to what's damaged and what isn't, too closely, but all the residential buildings around them appear to be untouched - at least for the moment.

"Elizabeth!"

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That tone of voice. She's heard that before. The questioning, worried, even fearful voice of Booker DeWitt calling her name. Unfortunately, after a very hard day of playing with children, corralling them, telling stories, and then, y'know, dragging people out of rubble and attending to their wounds, Elizabeth was exhausted. She'd stayed out as long as she could, but eventually, she knew she was fading fast, and walked back to her suite. She couldn't even worry about Booker, her eyelids were so heavy.

With a heavy sigh, she pushed open the door to her suite, and, shutting it- though not necessarily properly- she made a beeline for the couch.

That was an hour ago. Right now, she was blissfully unaware that her father was calling her name.

He stumbles into the suite, hoping and dreading what he'll find - he figures, worst case scenario is probably an empty suite. If she wasn't home when the explosions happened, if she was in one of the buildings that he saw on his way here, all fiery rubble and screaming, bloody people -

There's a moment when he spots the figure on the couch, still and small, and his heart leaps into his chest - then drops into the pit of his stomach as he takes in her appearance - torn, bloody, dirty. Like Columbia all over again, but worse, because he wasn't here for her when everything went to hell.

"Elizabeth!" He stumbles over to her, panic on his face as he drops to his knees next to the couch, reaches out, needing to know, but afraid at the same time. "Elizabeth, wha - wake up, you gotta - you gotta wake up..."

By this point, Booker's cries have only really decided to invade her dreams. His panicked cries from down below as Pavel takes her up a ladder, into space.

She groans, shifting slightly, the end of her nose twitching just slightly. But she doesn't wake up. The girl is exhausted, emotionally and physically.

He's on his knees next to her, his hands hovering above her, needing to check and see how badly she's hurt, but at the same time terrified of doing so. Finally, one hand goes to her forehead, brushing the hair back away from her face.

At least she's alive, and breathing. That's something, right?

"Elizabeth? Please wake up..."

It's the hand on her forehead that gets her to open her bright blue eyes. In the dark, her vision slightly blurry, it takes a few moments for her to recognize who's in front of her.

"...dad...? You're home." There's a soft smile in her words.

Booker's breath lets out in a soft woosh, and he frowns down at her. "Are you alright? Where are you hurt? Do you need a doctor?"

"No- no, I'm fine. I'm just..." She yawns, moving to sit up slowly. "I'm not hurt at all. I was helping people who were hurt."

"You sure? That's - you've got a lot of blood..."

He glances down at her soiled clothes, and stands after a moment. "I'll get you some towels..."

Elizabeth has to chuckle, realizing how their positions have changed.

"I'm alright, Booker. If anything, just a few scrapes."

"Well, you should at least change, then. You about gave me heart palpitations," he mutters, still moving to the kitchen to wet some towels down.

"How - what got hit?"

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." Still, she rises, moving towards her room.

"I think- I don't even know. There was so much going on. A bunch of buildings, all around the city were hit."

"I'm just glad you're okay," he says, frowning down at his hands. He hates that he was away now. Why does he keep getting sent away if things like this are going to happen right here?

"Do they know who did it? Was it -"

"We don't know yet. I'd assume, but with the sorts of people here? I don't want to make that mistake."

She closes her bedroom door, and a few minutes later, returns in a simple dress, a few scrapes now more evident on her arms and face. As well as a few forming bruises.

Booker goes to the sink in the kitchen to wash up a little - he's dirty and sweaty just from making his way through the city in search of her. When she gets back out, looking much better than she did a few moments ago, he waves her over.

"I guess so. No word from the Emperor? C'mere, let me clean those cuts."

"No word," she agreed, moving over to him.

"Alright. Can I have some tea, too? If you don't mind?"

"Oh, sure," he says with a nod, moving to put the kettle on. "And this just - happened today? Everything was okay until now?"

"Just today," she says, taking a seat in the small kitchen. "Everything was great. Pavel stayed over again with me, and then... this happened. It was so sudden. No one even really knows what happened. I don't..." She pauses, glancing towards the window. "Booker, I'm frightened."

"Hey, it's okay," he says, giving Elizabeth a concerned look. "We've been through worse, right? I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

"I know," she concedes, leaning her head against Booker's shoulder. "But this is... When Columbia was falling, we weren't there for a lot of it. We just went from world to world, each one getting progressively worse. Now, for the first time, we're actually here. And I'm powerless to do anything about it."

His arm wraps around her protectively and he nods. "But this time - you're not the Lamb, and I'm not the False Shepherd. We're nobody important. We'll be okay."

The very words Lamb and False Shepherd make her stiffen slightly in his arms. "I know. But I still have this horrible feeling, Booker. That somehow, I could be doing more. That somehow it's my fault. I know it's not. There's nothing I can do. But I hate this."

If anything, that just makes his grip on her tighten a little. "I'm sure you helped a lot. This is bigger'n us. I don't want you putting yourself in danger when there are other folks who have a better idea what's goin' on."

Elizabeth drops her head against her father's chest, letting him hold her tightly. She'd never get tired of that. Feeling like his daughter. Feeling loved unconditionally by this man.

"I took care of some Kedan children," she admits. "Until their parents could get them. And I... I used my Tears, Booker. To help get people out of the wreckage."

Booker knows the feeling. He also knows the feeling of hoping to have found a peaceful place to settle down, only to have it ripped away. At least they still have each other.

"See? Sounds like you did a lot. And I'm sure you'll do more, whether I like it or not."

"I know," she says with a deep sigh. "But that doesn't take away the feeling I have."

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