Title: In My Time of Dying

Author: The Spinning Yarn Alchemist

Warning: Implied incest, Doom movie spoilers and some language

Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this, so please don't sue. 'Time of Dying' is owned by Three Days Grace and Doom (the movie) is owned by Universal Pictures.

Summary: Part One of the Unauthorised Series. What happened after John was shot, and what went through both their minds...John/Sam, implied incest.

Feedback: Yes please, no flames though, they make me cry.

Archiving: Sure, just ask my permission first!

Author's note: I know incest can be a touchy subject for some, but watching this film just made me thing that it could be the beginnings of something new and different for these two. Please don't flame because of this, or send anonymous reviews telling me incest is wrong, none of it is meant to offend. Also, this is my first Doom fic so please go easy on me! A big thank you to my wonderful beta Inulover4eva who has helped me no end :)

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when you're beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

Time of Dying – Three Days Grace

Part I: John

Heat…

White-hot searing heat pierced his flesh as the bullet ricochet off the nanowall and buried itself into his side.

"John!" Sam had screamed, his twin terrified by the zombies trying to get in through the failing nanowall. Gritting his teeth, he gripped her wrist in a bloodied hand. Her safety was all that mattered at that moment.

"C'mon!" At that moment the pain had given way to adrenaline as they ran from the lab, John shooting at the zombies with the hand that wasn't wrapped around her arm.

Once they had found somewhere safe, John barricaded them in with whatever he could find, the pain getting worse in his side as he fought to keep them safe for as long as possible.

"How long before they get through?"

"Not long..."

"You've been hit!" Lifting his gloved fingers away from the wound, a steady stream of life leaking from it, his legs started to give way from under him… "Oh John..."

This is it…

The moment he felt his life slipping away as he slumped to the floor, the warmth of the blood trickling from the bullet wound in his side causing him to shiver as his body grew cold, John 'Reaper' Grimm was frightened…something he had not been in a long time.

He wasn't afraid of death, as a marine he stared death in the face most days, but because he'd only just begun to know his sister again.

Their relationship had started to crack after their parents' accident up on Mars. As the years went by that crack grew bigger under the strain of trying to remain at some level of normality. Finally, John's decision to become a marine had been the final straw; they didn't talk after that, save for a yearly birthday card…

When Sam and John had been reunited on Mars, the tension was obvious between them. After ten years of little, if any, contact between the twins, their first conversations were less than friendly. It was as if they were meeting for the first time, both barely recognising the other half of themselves in front of them.

"Sarge, this operation is a code red." He'd smiled at Sam. "We really don't have room for passengers." He didn't really want her with them. Anger flashed across Sam's face, simmering under her calm features.

"Excuse me, but I have orders to retrieve data from three servers." John was impressed at how she stuck up for herself while in the company of eight soldiers. His lips tilted up into an amused half smile as she continued to speak. "Anthropology, Forensic Archaeology and Genetics."

"This is a military operation, Doctor. We're really not here to retrieve your science homework." She had fixed him with a look that he'd remembered from when they were kids.

"Look, I got an idea. Why don't you ask your CO what your orders are?" Sarge and Sam both looked at him, his eyes shifting to Sarge as he waited for the answer.

"To contain and neutralise the threat, protect the civilians..." At that point John thought he'd won, until Sarge sighed and continued. "And retrieve UAC property." Lowering his eyes and sighing, John had realised once again she'd been right. When he looked back up she had simply nodded.

"We finally done here? Because I've got a job to do."

Sam had always said that twins were supposed to be two parts of the same person. They were opposites and yet one and the same. John and Sam shared wide eyes and full lips from their mother, but while Sam's features were soft and delicate and her colouring fair, John's features were deeper and harsher, and his colouring was dark.

When he had earned the nickname 'Reaper' from his team mates, and not only for his surname, John had begun to realise what Sam had said all those years before; he had always been the darker of the two, both in his physical appearance, but also his attitude and personality. And now, as he had seen his sister, who had fully blossomed into a strong and beautiful woman, he knew it all to be true.

She was the light and he was the dark. But they were both the same. That was the bond that twins shared.

He had been so intent on telling her how to work the ST grenade, his eyes growing heavy from exhaustion; he hadn't noticed how she was readying his arm...

"John, stay with me...Stay awake...John, stay with me, please." Blinking, a groan had sounded in his throat as he looked down at the needle Sam was about to put in his arm.

"What's that?"

"It's C-24...It's from Carmack's lab." As soon as he'd heard the name, he used what strength he had left to tear his arm away from her.

"No!" He growled through clenched teeth. He'd seen what happened, hell they all had. What would happen to her should he turn into one of those things? He would never forgive himself...

"It could save you."

"No way...forget it." He'd fixed her with a look both sad and determined. But she wouldn't give up so easily, she was his sister after all.

"You're bleeding to death."

"No way Sam." Breathing suddenly became more difficult as his heart started to slow. "I've done some bad things..." Sam fixed him with the same look he'd given her, the blue eyes boring into his green ones spoke more than words could.

"I know you..."

"You don't know me." It hurt to say it, but he felt it was true. "You don't know..."

"You're my brother...I know you." His already slowing heart raced with the last ounces of energy it had left as she lowered the needle to his arm...

"Wait..." The first time had been a mere whisper. "Wait." The second time was louder, causing Sam to look up. Searching through his belt, he picked up a gun. "If I should turn into one of those..." He clenched his teeth as he shook with the strength it took to raise it, "demons. One through the heart, one through the head, don't you hesitate. Okay?"

She'd pulled his arm down as the trembling increased. It took control of his body as she pierced his skin with the needle and pushed the plunger down. The C-24 quickly spread through his veins, as he slumped sideways onto the floor.

You're my brother...I know you...

When he woke up, he felt renewed as the C-24 flowed through his veins, bestowing him with abilities that no normal human being had. Pulling himself up from the cold floor, she was the first thing on his mind.

"Sam?"

Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he'd walked over and tilted his head to the side, wiping the blood from his face where the deep gash across his cheek had disappeared, not even leaving a scar...

After reloading his gun and blasting his way through several imps, countless zombies and the mutated demon that had once been the technician known as Pinky, he had found himself in the Ark exit. Checking the area, he had found Sam on the floor in the facility's exit. Gently stroking back her blonde hair, he saw her eye's flutter.

"Sam…"

"You're alive…"

"Shhh don't talk..."

"Last man standing...Reaper." It was Sarge, holding the BFG with a sinister look in his eyes. John looked up at him as the RRTS leader's eyes wandered over to Sam. "I think she needs medical attention..." That's when he'd seen the open wound on his neck.

Sarge was infected...

His hand still resting on Sam's back, John never took his eyes off the man in front of him. This guy, who was once his friend, was now bad news...real bad news...

"Can you get to the elevator?" Glancing down at his sister, he saw her blue eyes were on Sarge also and felt her tremble under his hand.

"I'm not sure..."

"Try..." She had to get out of there...he'd never forgive himself if she didn't make it out of there, even if he didn't.

His fight with the infected Sarge had been tough as the man was taller, heavier and, due to the virus, growing stronger with every passing minute. He was also smart, not like the imps who ran mindlessly towards the barrel of a gun. The C-24 had made them both almost equal when they had exhausted their ammunition and resorted to their fists.

When Sarge had thrust the metal rod into his palm, John had barely noticed. As the larger man tried to push it towards John's face, he had noticed the sudden change in the CO's features...it was the change that had occurred in Goat and Carmack. The change must have caused a rush of strength, because John was finding it harder to keep the pole from going through his face.

Beep Beep Beep Beep

The nearby console showed that the Ark was out of quarantine and on standby. Summoning all his might, John held Sarge away just long enough to bend the metal pole around both of their hands, locking the larger man into his grip. Stunning him with a head butt, John slammed his hand onto the activate button for the Ark and kicked away from the wall. Still locked together, John used the momentum to swing Sarge around into the Ark. As the snarling madman was being sucked into the transport system, John waited for his moment…

Five...four...three...two...one

Straightening his hand, John watched the pole cut through flesh and bone, between his middle and ring finger as Sarge was sucked into the Ark and back to Olduvai. Holding his hand up to inspect the wound, he found that the jagged split had already healed, leaving him only with a torn, bloodstained glove as a reminder. He found an ST grenade in one of the discarded belts and popped the lid.

"Like The Kid said..." He paused, pressing the button down with a strange sense of satisfaction, "Go to hell." Throwing the beeping weapon into the Ark, John sealed the fate of his CO, the facility, and any other knowledge of C-24.

On his way to the elevator, he'd found Sam sat up against the wall nearby. A rush of pride for his twin rushed through him as he gently picked her up and walked into the elevator. He held her close to his chest, looking like a bloodstained Angel of Death as he activated the elevator back to the Earth's surface. Looking upwards, he saw sunlight at the top and was thankful they'd made it. Glancing down at his sister, he watched her face for a moment as she held onto his neck.

She looked so fragile, so delicate…so…

Perfect? Beautiful? Angelic?

"Almost home." The statement as barely audible and weighted down by so many emotions that John was surprised it even passed his lips. He felt her forehead brush his cheek, as she moved her head to nod.

Despite being the youngest by 2 minutes, John had always been the protector of the two when they were young. This had probably influenced his decision to join the marines. Becoming a scientist like Sam and their parents would have just kept old wounds open. He'd needed something to take up his time and make him forget the incident that caused the death of their parents. Over time he'd become a quick and efficient killer, unaffected by the sight or smell of blood or rotting flesh.

But now…now she had entered his life once more and he'd found himself feeling things he hadn't done in a long time. Time as a marine had caused him to loose most other emotions, leaving only the base ones needed when one was fighting to survive. But what was worrying the soldier the most, was the fact that what he was now feeling for his twin now ran deeper than love for a sibling should…way deeper. The first inkling of it had been after their first meeting in 10 years on Olduvai, when Duke had expressed his opinion on Sam.

"Tell me you didn't let a fine-lookin' piece of ass like that get away from you, Reaper." He knew his team mate was only making conversation, but he'd felt a stab of jealousy that he'd never thought was there.

"She's my sister," came the brief reply before John had walked away. The first conversation between the twins had been less than friendly, but John had seen how his sister was a smart and capable woman, not to mention extremely beautiful, who was more than able to stand up for herself and her beliefs. At that moment, John felt the stirrings of something that shouldn't be there, something that he knew was wrong, but felt so…right.

He was now torn between the fact that this love was deemed unnatural and evil by all; and the only person to teach him to feel again

And he knew which scared him most.

Part two to come!

xx