BioQuest: Standoff

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Tenenbaum casually checked her pistol, reloading while Jack stepped back from Jolene and closer to her side.

“Both of you, hide,” she ordered flatly, taking out her radio. Anyone who left the clinic had to carry one– though that was only Jack and Tenenbaum these days. She pressed the button and spoke. “Booker, meet me at Siren Alley.”

The radio crackled for a few moments, then Booker’s voice came through. “What in the hell are you even doing there with Jack–”

She interrupted him there to explain, “Ryan is coming to us on the only path out.”

“I’m on it,” he barely finished speaking before the radio cut out.

Giving her attention back to Jack and Jolene, she sighed at the sight. Now it was Jack trying to get her to hide, but she would not hear him.

“Dr. Tenenbaum can handle it,” he insisted, exasperated, holding his arm out to the armoire. “Please, just listen.”

“No, no! You don’t know him, what he can do,” she spoke half to herself, hands gesturing wildly.

“It isn’t even half of what I will do to protect him,” Tenenbaum answered, pointing to the armoire with her pistol as she went to stand in front of the door. “Now hide.”

With only slight fussing after that, they rushed to hide just before Ryan barged in. Tenenbaum guessed from what she heard that one of them was under the bed and the other was in the armoire.

“Mr. Ryan,” she greeted. “What brings you here?”

“Ms. Tenenbaum?” His rage gave way to surprise, if only for one eyebrow-raising moment, before he got his cool front back. However thin of a facade it was. “I ought to ask you the very same question! What are you doing here?

“Dr. Tenenbaum,” she corrected, smirking. If he even noticed the pistol in her hands, he gave no sign of it. Typical. “Where’s Diane?”

“Diane?” For yet another moment, he seemed to truly not know who she was. “We’re not together, it’s not my responsibility–”

“Ja, it never is,” she talked over him, nodding in false sympathy. “But did you not bring her here? Wasn’t that your choice, not hers?”

“No, she had a choice! She,” he trailed off to a grumble. “You have no right to accuse me of anything! What are you here for? Hm?”

He snapped his jacket collar lightly and tried to circle her to her farther into the room. That’s when the pistol came into play, locking on his grinning expression. “There’s no one here for you to prey on. So what have you done with Jasmine?”

“You speak as if you are not a predator here to cause harm,” Tenenbaum observed, training her pistol steadily on him.

“The difference between us, dear doctor, is that you cannot harm me without harming Rapture.” He crossed his arms in a gentlemanly manner, chuckling from his chest like he told a clever joke.

She scoffed back. “Those in power are always so ready to believe in your own importance.” He relaxed beside the armoire, but there was nothing she could not do that would not betray that as a hiding place for whoever was inside.

“I could shoot you now and you would be just another corpse in the filth,” her accent thickened with the heat of the words. “The people of Rapture would strip you cleaner than any vultures could.”

“This city was brought up by my hands, doctor. And it will be undone by mine just the same if you do not tell me–”

The door slammed inward, and Booker came in after with a shotgun leveled at Ryan’s head. Apparently, he felt that spoke for itself and Booker said nothing. All Tenenbaum could think of was how grateful she was that the Bathyspheres were much faster now that so few could use them.

“What was that again?” Tenenbaum taunted.

“I won’t be scared off by thugs,” Ryan spat, looking at Booker with disgust. “Where is Jasmine? We have business and you will not keep me from her.”


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BioQuest: A Meeting

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Tenenbaum looked at her ammo supplies and made up her mind. They could get to Siren Alley and back with what she had alone, and lucky for both of them, he had supplies too.

“Jack,” she said, breaking him from his thoughts. “You want to see Jasmine, ja?”

“What, I, you,” he started and stopped, bewildered but smiling. “Can you do that?”

Tenenbaum chuckled drily, heading towards the recent red light district of Rapture ahead of him. “I’d never let you go alone,” she admitted. He’d end up– no, she did not want to think about that. “This way.”

He breathed a laugh, following after her with palpable excitement and anxiousness. And all the unnecessary motion that went with that for Jack…Which mercifully came to an end at Siren Alley, where Jack stayed no more than a foot away from her at all times. Wasn’t that lucky too? Even though she and Booker drank more than they or anyone should, Jack had the good mind to be nervous in the bar.

Or was it the barely dressed men and women?

One of the women sauntered over, addressing Tenenbaum with a sultry look.”What c’n I do for you, miss?”

Jack’s eyes were on Tenenbaum, she could tell without even looking. She held out a stack of cigarette packs to the woman. “Take us to Jasmine Jolene.”

Eyeing the stack, the woman hesitated before cracking a smile and taking them. “Jus’ a moment, then.”

The moment passed, and the same woman sauntered as she led them to the quarters of none other than Jasmine Jolene. On the way, they passed a red-faced man who looked thoroughly pleased with his service.

“Nein,” Tenenbaum said to Jack, again sensing his thoughts without even turning. That maternal instinct of hers was proving far more useful than she ever could have believed it would be, when the first Little Sister crawled up onto her lap.

“Tch,” Jack answered, keeping pace with her even if he wasn’t happy about it.

“A pair, Jasmine,” their guide chimed, waving them in and closing the door behind them with a giggle.To her credit, Jolene tried to disguise her sigh as wistful rather than exhausted. “You sure know how to treat a lady, I–” She froze once she saw Tenenbaum and if she even realized Jack was there, she didn’t show it.

“Jolene,” Tenenbaum greeted.

“How… How are you, doctor?” She could see thoughts racing in the woman’s head, wondering if she owed anything, what the return of Tenenbaum could mean at a time of civil war, and more than she could predict at the moment.

“This is not a social call.” With that, she stepped aside since it didn’t seem like Jack was going to step out from behind her.

“Oh,” he responded, glancing from Tenenbaum to Jolene. “I’m… Jack. Jack Jolene.”

She finally looked at him as if she’d never seen anyone before at all. “I, I thought…” Jolene dropped to the bed, eyes locked on her son. “You can’t. You’d be so young.”

“This is Rapture,” Tenenbaum explained. “A city at the bottom of the ocean where men shoot fire from their hands.” And on that note, she took out a cigarette to light it. “Is anything impossible?”

“Suchong engineered me to grow faster, so I’d be an adult sooner.” Instead of his normal far-off look with this subject, Jack watched Jolene intently. Looking for a response, she figured, and puffed on the cigarette to light it with her lighter.

Jolene’s face wrinkled and still, she was beautiful. Curls fell just right on her shoulders and drew the eye to her considerable assets. “Why? Why would anyone do that?”

“Same reasons someone might sell an unborn child, I figure.” His voice was steady, as was his gaze, but Tenenbaum could see his shoulders tense. “Tell me why. Please.”

“I–” She froze when footsteps barreled down the hall, and Jolene was on her feet moments later. “He can’t see you, he’ll– he can’t,” she repeated, ushering Jack towards a warped armoire.

He stepped away, expression unchanged. “Who?”

“Ryan, it’s blasted Andrew Ryan,” Jolene answered.


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BioQuest: Aftermath

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Jack and Tenenbaum escorted the latest rescued Little Sister back to the flower tunnel she’d use to travel to the first base in Olympus Heights, and he gave her a small wave as she went. It made him nervous for her to be alone, she could tell, and Tenenbaum found herself…

…Proud. Jack was a good man, despite all that had been done to him. And of course he was grateful to be a runner, to be of use. He smiled at her with gun in hand and a pack on his back.

Tenenbaum nodded, leading the way back to the Bathysphere. “Good work, Jack.”

Sometimes his work was too good, reminding her of what they designed him to be. But that was her trouble to deal with and she kept it to herself. More importantly, they were too close to Fort Frolic and that madman, Cohen, for her liking. He’d closed himself off in there, but no distance was too much to put between them.

“Huh? Oh, right.” He cleared his throat self-consciously. “Thanks, Tenenbaum. You too.”

And again, they drifted into watchful silence. She kept looking back to Jack, who was normally not far. Tenenbaum suspected he didn’t want to be caught out here alone and so stayed close. But tonight, he continued to trail behind and only catch up when she turned to him.

Drumming her fingers on the butt of her pistol, Tenenbaum tried to figure out what the cause might be. No doubt, Booker could just divine it somehow since those two were basically father and son at this point. But she was too proud and stubborn to ask.

They had taken out the Big Daddy guarding that little one without much trouble, though much fuss, and she couldn’t think of anything that would bother him there. More and more Atlas posters littered the rubble and walls of Rapture, so perhaps that was distracting him.

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Nein, if anything, that would make him more anxious not to be alone. Elizabeth told them all of the warning from the Holloway woman and this Rapture Family– Jack was the target of Atlas’ whole group, and they were only growing.

At last, they reached the Bathysphere by Siren Alley, the red light district of a war-torn Rapture. Jack was nearby, but staring off into the watery shadows of the city at night.

Tenenbaum resigned herself with an uneasy shift of weight to her left foot. He knew of Jasmine Jolene, then. It was almost certain he did and if not… Perhaps he should. Or perhaps the knowledge that she sold him as an unborn infant to a wretch like Fontaine without even getting all the facts was best left untouched.

Jack continued to look into the distance, seemingly unaware that they’d arrived at the Bathysphere at all.


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BioQuest: Alliance

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Elizabeth stepped forward into the lit area where they argued, and Sullivan reached for his firearm– but Booker put his hand out to stop him.

“She’s my daughter, Sullivan,” Booker explained, still eyeing the security chief skeptically. “You gonna shoot her?”

“No, Jesus Christ, I–” He grumbled, stepping back and holding his hands up for a few seconds to prove it. Or something along those lines, she assumed. “You’re not gonna change my mind, miss.”

“I think I am,” Elizabeth countered, smiling. “We both have something the other one wants.”

Booker stood to the side, folding his arms and watching. It’s amazing, how he accepted when she took charge in moments like these. Much better than he had been in Columbia and sometimes here too– but not as much.

“I’ve worked with Suchong, and I know plenty about what’s affecting these splicers,” she started, laying the bare groundwork for Sullivan to follow her train of thought. “I have a team ready to treat and cure them, so they can be proud citizens of Rapture again.”

Sullivan scoffed, but she pushed on. He couldn’t afford to assume she was lying, not with the city the way it was. Even if she was overselling them for the moment…

“But we can’t do that without protection. They’re violent until they’re done treatment.” She held out her hand, keeping her smile steady. “And yet even they deserve someone looking out for them. Don’t you agree, Mr. Sullivan?”

His jaw hung open, his brow furrowed, but Sullivan shook her hand. “You could talk a dog off a meat cart, I bet,” he mumbled. “But you got a deal. I’ll send extra weapons and ammo with any spare guards and captured splicers to your place. Suchong’s old clinic, yeah?”

“That’s the one,” Booker answered, badly hiding a faint smile in her direction.

“Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. This is an alliance we’ll all be proud of.”

With that, Sullivan just left with a half-wave over his shoulder. She was certain he had half the city at his heels to protect them, and that made what just happened an even more impressive feat. Elizabeth wasn’t even sure he’d agree.

“Hey,” Booker interrupted her, coming closer. “How did everything go? The clinic’s got to be secure if you’re here, but what about the others?”


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BioQuest: Caught

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At Jack’s offer to go after Booker, Elizabeth recalled the warning from the woman on the bench, Miss Holloway.

Grace leaned forward, setting her eyes on Elizabeth with a pinning intensity. “They’re looking for your man in there, and he’s gon’ need all the help he can get.”

“No, I’ll go. We’ll need more defenses here with everyone settling in,” she explained to Jack’s quizzical expression.

Tenenbaum nodded, folding her arms. “Two of us with the turret, that’s what we’ll need to keep everyone safe.”

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Diane insisted, stepping up with a perfect pout. “I can hold my own.”

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“Mmhm,” Tenenbaum dismissed her, exhaling cigarette smoke. “You shoot?”

Diane only wavered slightly, but held her ground. “I, I can. A little.”

Elizabeth was tempted to step in, knowing how Tenenbaum could get– but Jack beat her to it.

“I can teach you,” he said, somewhat uncertain. “If you want.”

Diane studied him for a moment. It was difficult for her to feel comfortable with so many changes, Elizabeth knew, so it was touching when Diane smiled at him. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”

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“Since that’s settled,” Elizabeth began her goodbye, picking up a pistol on the way to the door. No weapon really belonged to anyone, exactly, and perhaps that should have been a cause for concern that they had a need for ‘household’ weapons.

“Be careful,” Tenenbaum warned, watching her prepare. “Sullivan is experienced, and he appeared… Upset.” She chose the word carefully, eyeing Diane.

Elizabeth nodded, smiling slightly. When they first started with Tenenbaum, you could have cut the tension with a knife on most days. She did shoot Booker, and they did essentially manifest from another time and place.

But here she was, advising Elizabeth to be safe. It never ceased to amaze Elizabeth how at home and welcomed she felt here.”Thank you, I will. And I’ll make sure Booker is too.”

Tenenbaum scoffed, dismissing that with a wave of her hand, the smoke trailing from her cigarette. “He can take a bullet or two, he’ll be fine.”

“Alright, then,” Elizabeth answered through a chuckle.

As she left the clinic, she realized the state of Rapture just seemed to be getting worse. Old repair models of Big Daddies tried to fix the damage caused in the outbreak of the civil war, plus the pockets of riots that followed, but with everyone pulling their money from the banks–Elizabeth walked the tattered halls that were clean and safe just a few days ago, even if the air was a bit tense. The people down here deserved better than this, and she really hoped that Tenenbaum could help splicers recover so they could have that chance.

There weren’t many now, but there would be more. To protect themselves from those present, others would follow suit. Her thoughts dwelled on that situation as she avoided debris and security cameras in more restricted areas than she’d ever seen before– all to retrace Diane and Tenenbaum’s path to find Booker and Sullivan.

Which took far less time than she thought. The shouting interrupted by the occasional splicer and gunfire was easy enough to track down.

Elizabeth stepped into a small plaza in the city’s pathways, finally seeing the two men standing too tensely with matching incredulous scowls for this to be a civil talk.

“Dammit, Booker, I can’t go handing out ammo to anyone who asks!” Booker went to snap back, but Sullivan cut him off. Even at a distance, Elizabeth felt he’d seen better days… Sullivan put a finger in Booker’s face as he talked over him. “An’ you’re hardly on deck for needing anything for a time like this, I watched you end a man with a broken plank!”

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“Not the point, Sullivan, just– would you just listen for a second–”

“I hear you,” Sullivan grumbled, not noticing Elizabeth as she approached from the darker hallway. “I gotcha, I really do. Better than most. But these folks, an’ you didn’t hear this from me, they’re stuck between this Atlas fella and Ryan right now.”

Booker sighed, taking a step back and rubbing his neck absently. A sure sign that he knew Sullivan was right, but he didn’t want him to be right.

“It’s just getting worse out here. No doubt most of ’em will die without help, and they– they deserve someone lookin’ out for ’em.”


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BioQuest: Not Promising

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Tenenbaum smirked, walking around Sylvette to lean against the broken desk. “Very well-spoken, Jack. I barely noticed you held hands with a pretty woman.”

Even in the low light, Elizabeth could tell he was blushing– it was a mercy that he also froze up, saying nothing and instead turning around to put the splicer’s torso in the incinerator. What a distraction that was.

“Well,” Diane spoke up, glancing from Tenenbaum to Jack’s back. “I think they’re just cute as can be.”

Elizabeth wasn’t sure if that helped Jack be less embarrassed, but it was sweet of Diane to try. She got to her feet, standing about in the middle between Tenenbaum and Diane. “Did you happen to see Booker on your way here?”

“Ja,” Tenenbaum answered, nodding and taking out a cigarette. “Did not look like Sullivan agreed.”

“Now, now, you can’t know that,” Diane countered, crossing her arms and being as hopeful as ever. “I think he was just upset, like Mr. DeWitt said.”

“Upset? How so?” Elizabeth pushed for more, eyeing Jack as he locked up the incinerator hatch. Safety first with him, as always.

“Um, well,” Diane started, hesitant and wilting. “There was some sort of fuss.”

“Shouting and swearing,” Tenenbaum clarified before lighting her cigarette. The girls were tidying up a little, already setting out the toys they couldn’t bear to part with. “Not promising.”

“He might need help.” Jack joined them, his blush gone at last. He wiped his hands off on his pants as he continued. “Where is he? I can go to him.”


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BioQuest: In the End

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Before she even finished thinking of what to do next, Elizabeth put her arms around Jack and pulled him close. It was as if he expected the hug with how quickly he took his hands from his pockets and hugged her back.

They sat like that as long as they needed to amidst the blood stains, churning furnace, and the watchful turret.

“It may not seem like it now,” she began, turning to rest her head on his shoulder more comfortably. “But everything will turn out alright in the end.”

Gradually, he relaxed– and still they stayed as they were.

“When Booker came from me, there was–” How could she explain this right? She wanted to comfort him, not confuse him. “–another man keeping me trapped. He claimed to be a prophet, and he had an entire city at his beck and call.”

Jack sat up, leaning out of the hug to look at her, listening. He was making the connections she’d been making this whole time– had Elizabeth ever told him the details of how she got out? Funny how she couldn’t remember now exactly what she’d said and what she hadn’t.

“He told everyone to beware the false shepherd, that he was there to lead me astray,” she explained, gesturing to himself. “And there were times that I ran from Booker, abandoned him.”

Jack canted his head, and only then did she realize they were holding hands now. Loosely, comfortably, but still.

“I… I didn’t know what I wanted to do. What to believe.” She glanced to the door, either wary or nervous about the subject at hand. Even she wasn’t entirely sure. “But in time, I found out. I made my own choice, and his prophecy was shown to be the delusion it always was.”

She offered her other hand, and he hesitated briefly before taking it too. “Whatever happens next, it’s up to you. Not him. Not me. No one in this city, in this world, can change that.”

“Oh, that was so beautiful,” Diane interrupted, her voice thick. “Don’t you think so, Miss Tenenbaum?”

“Doctor Tenenbaum,” she corrected and eyed the blood stained, broken desk skeptically. A handful of teenage girls followed her in, Sylvette notably smiling as she did. Elizabeth was pleased but surprised to see her– she had figured that she’d rather be watching the younger girls still recovering in Sanctuary than up here.

“Huh?” Jack took a moment to process their arrival, pulling his hands back and standing. “Oh, yes, right. I– welcome to the new place.”


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