Author's Note: I don't know if anyone reads Doom fics anymore, or whether Karl Uban has given us all a renewed love for this movie, but this was something that jumped into my head and I typed it out before I even realised that it was anything. It's got the potential to go on to be a chapter fic I suppose, but for now, it's a simple oneshot.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. However – if someone feels like giving me Karl Urban, I wouldn't say no!
Set prior to the movie or in an alternate universe where the movie didn't happen. You choose.
John Grimm had never thought of himself as a ladies' man. Women were just simply there when he needed them and gone when he didn't. He never questioned it or put much thought into it, figuring that it was more than likely the uniform that made the women flock to he and his comrades on their nights off. Well, not the uniform per se because god forbid, Portman would wear those awful shoes that he thought looked so suave, but the Marine manner in which they all carried themselves.
So when Sarge introduced him to a female doctor as "Reaper – the ladies' man", he was baffled and shook her hand with a frown.
"The ladies' man? Really? You don't look so sure..." She teased and he glared at Sarge to his cheesy grin aimed at the Doctor. Rolling his hazel eyes at his superior, John shook his head and turned back to the woman. She was shorter than he was which didn't mean much, most women were, average weight and short hair that was tied back professionally. There was nothing special about her but Sarge turned on the charm for any and every girl that they stumbled across.
"I'm not. He's being sarcastic."
"Oh, so you're... gay?" She asked timidly and that set Sarge off, laughing hysterically as Reaper's cheeks flooded with colour and he wished more than ever that he was armed right now.
"No. I'm not. Just not hitting on you like Sarge is." That earned him a glare from the larger guy and a glare from the Doctor to the both of them, at Sarge for clearly checking the female out and to John for... well, he didn't know. For not checking her out? Wasn't that what got Portman a cheek full of palm every night off? Women complained about being objectified and here he was, not objectifying and this woman was glaring at him like that? Now, he wished he was armed.
"You're an ass." She told him matter-of-factly, this attitude he was used to. He had a twin sister, believe it or not, so arguing with a girl was like second nature. Of course if he tackled her to the floor and sat on her until she screamed and begged for forgiveness he might get reprimanded. And shot.
"I prefer selective." He shot back and the women's eyes flared with fury but before she had a chance to bite back, Sarge grabbed her arm and lead her off, asking questions about whatever experiment she was carrying out. That seemed to placate her and Reaper grinned, watching the two walk away. It had been years since he'd seen that woman and lord help him, she was just like he remembered.
"Great." He muttered, shaking his head to himself and trailing after them, unsure of what their working together would bring.
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