This will be a collection of one-shots, two-shots and whatnot that I will write when I'm trying to get inspiration for my other fics. I've been having quite a big writers block lately. These fics will vary a lot; from action, to fluff, to smut. Will probably contain spoilers. The ship is Booker x Elizabeth, and whether or not it's the game universe or another universe (those having played the game will know what I'm talking about) is up to you. But I write this with the original game universe in mind. Feel free to give me tips about different situations I could write about. First chapter is just a drabble.

Booker DeWitt had always been the kind of man who focused solely on the job at hand. He didn't have time for relaxing during a mission, wasting his time on petty activities like sightseeing. Especially now that he was on the most important and dangerous mission of his entire life. He had quite literally broken into the tower and freed the princess from the dragon, and now he had to get her the hell out of the flying city. It was all so confusing to him – having ended up in a city floating thousands of feet above ground. How did he even end up here? All he wanted was to get out. He'd told the girl that they were going to Paris, but he was obviously lying. It surprised him that she didn't actually realize that. No, all he cared about was the job. The only problem was…

"No, Elizabeth," Booker groaned tiredly, shaking his head in determination.

"Oh, come on Mr. DeWitt," she pouted, pulling on the fabric of Booker's vest. "It's only for thirty minutes, come on!"

"I said no! We don't have time to go window-shopping, less so go to a café right now, you got that? We're running from a lot of dangerous people right now!" He exclaimed in exasperation, hoping that she'd actually understand how important it was that they got out of there.

"Don't you worry, Mr. DeWitt," Elizabeth said calmly, with a gentle smile. "It's not like anyone will find us here. I'm pretty sure that roadblock you created back there should hold them back for quite a while."

"That doesn't mean some of them aren't here, you know," he replied, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and index finger. "Look, it's too dangerous, okay? We don't have all the time in the world, and I'd like to get going."

"Well I think you're being a killjoy, Mr. DeWitt. I've never been to a café before, you know! I've read so much about the café's in Paris. Oh, how I want to try one!" She exclaimed dreamily, almost jumping up and down in excitement.

"Well then, you can try one once we get to Paris," Booker sighed, about to start walking towards their next point of departure.

"I can't wait that long," Elizabeth pouted, letting her arms hang daftly by her sides. She turned around and started jogging in a different direction.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me…" Booker groaned, taking off after Elizabeth who had disappeared into a crowd. He could just barely see the brim of her white skirt brushing by the ground, and he followed it until he'd gotten through the crowd, and sure enough…

"Hello again, Mr. DeWitt," Elizabeth smiled gladly from where she sat, at an outside table by a café. "I'm glad you took your time to join me."

"Seriously, Elizabeth," he said, glaring daggers at her. "We need to go."

"I'm not going with you if you're going to be such a grumpy old man."

"… Fine," he sighed, slumping down in the seat opposed of the girl. "But for god's sake, make it quick."

"I will do my best," She replied amusedly, nodding her head just a little. She brought up a menu that was by the table, looking at it with big eyes, humming a tune to herself. Booker crossed his arms on the table and looked at her. He was about to tell her to get a move-on, but he was suddenly captivated by her silhouette. The dimming sun hit one side of her face that was barely visible from behind the menu, and the wind blew through her hair that was tied up in a little pony-tail in the back. Her eyes were so blue, like a never-ending ocean. Booker had never seen anything like it.

"Is anything the matter, Mr. DeWitt?" Elizabeth asked after lowering the menu and seeing the concentrated expression on Booker's face. He looked confused for a moment before snapping out of it.

"Huh? No, no, I'm fine," he murmured, shaking his head. Elizabeth giggled.

"You're weird."

She rocked back and forth a little in her chair as she put the menu back down on the table, waiting patiently until a waiter had made his way over to them.

"What can I get you?" He asked politely, his eyes shifting back and forth between Elizabeth and Booker, clearly a bit surprised by their age difference.

"I'd like a cup of warm chocolate with whipped cream, and a vanilla tart," Elizabeth almost sang, seeming quite excited about something as simple as a café.

"And for the gentleman?"

"I don't need anything," Booker said in reject, waving his hand a little.

"Oh, he's just being stubborn," Elizabeth giggled, looking up at the waiter. "He'd love a cup of coffee," she smiled, and the waiter nodded before taking off.

"I said I didn't need anything," Booker growled, looking at Elizabeth with an annoyed expression on his face. Elizabeth supported her elbows on the table and folded her hands under her chin, looking at him with big eyes.

"But does that mean you don't want anything?" She mused, tilting her head just a little.

"Then why coffee?" He asked, perking an eyebrow.

"You look like a man who likes coffee, Mr. DeWitt. I've read about these sorts of things."

"You've read books about who likes coffee and who doesn't?"

"I was locked away for quite a long time, you know," she giggled.

"Huh. Makes sense, I guess."

The rest of the time before the waiter returned with their orders was filled with Elizabeth chattering away about nothing in particular, just happy about all the new things she'd gotten to see in just the little time they'd been away from her tower. After they got what they had ordered, Elizabeth went quiet for a while. She was silently letting her eyes roam around, looking at the clouds, and the people going about their everyday life. She noticed how some of them looked at her and Booker, and it made her smile a bit.

"Do you think we look like a couple to them?" Elizabeth asked innocently, making Booker choke on his coffee and burn his tongue. He composed himself and sat his cup down on the table.

"What?" He uttered, blinking quickly with his eyes.

"These people… when they look at us, do you think they see us as a couple?"

"I don't know," he shrugged carelessly. "I hope not."

Elizabeth looked at him for a moment before taking a zip from her hot chocolate, bringing a napkin to her lips to wipe away some whipped cream that had gotten stuck. She wasn't really sure how she was supposed to react to his reply. Was it rude for her to just ask something like that out of the blue? She'd read a lot of books about how to converse with people, but she knew that people reacted differently to things – everyone was different, after all. Mr. DeWitt was a serious man, after all, and she guessed she shouldn't be surprised that he'd say something like that. But it was the first time she'd ever gotten rejected, even though she was just saying it to have fun.

"But what if they did? Wouldn't that be exciting?" She smiled.

"No, it wouldn't," Booker replied nonchalantly. "It would be creepy, nothing else."

Elizabeth figured he was probably referring to their age gap. Booker didn't exactly look old, but one could see that he was much older than Elizabeth was. She couldn't really help but find Booker's stubborn behavior a bit amusing. He seemed like such a prideful man. Elizabeth shrugged to herself and finished eating her tart, sighing contently.

"My, that was nice," she sang, her hands folded neatly in her lap. "So, shall we get going?"

"Yes," Booker replied without hesitation, leaving some money on the table before walking off. Elizabeth got up and hurried after him.

"You didn't have to pay for me, Mr. DeWitt," she said, sounding a bit flustered.

"Oh well, I did," he murmured, walking quite hurriedly, forcing Elizabeth to tap her feet swiftly over the ground to keep up with him. After walking like that for a while, they could hear commotion further down the street the way they came from.

"Out of the way! Has anyone seen these two people on the illustrations?" A voice shouted from a crowd, and Elizabeth hurriedly looked at Booker.

"Well, Mr. DeWitt, I think it's time we got a move on," she giggled playfully and grabbed his arm, pulling him after her as she ran down the street with Booker stumbling after her.