Disclaimer: I do not own Saw or any of the characters or sequels. Don't sue me, I don't have money, just a love for Jigsaw and his lovely games.

I also am not sure about the ages and time line so if I'm off let me know.

This is my first fanfic, the idea came to me in a dream so suggestions are greatly appreciated, just please be nice

Sins of the Father

A SAW Fanfic

It was weird; the only thing on John Kramer's mind as he lay dying on the bed…was the Gideon project. The death of his unborn son had haunted him since it happened, even now as the copious amount of blood burst forth from his neck from the circular saw wound, even as Amanda young lay dead on the floor. He wondered what the boy would be like had he lived. Jeff's son was dead, but at least he had gotten the chance to see him, hold him…love him. John never got that chance. He had donated the dead fetus to science and hoped they could do something, but after all this time he knew that it was most impossible. If nothing had happened by now, nothing would happen. And now he lay dying, his life's work gone and he would die, not someone who turned lives around, who saved people from themselves, but a murderer, a killer, the jigsaw killer. Closing his eyes, the last thing John heard was the sound of himself flat lining…and the sound of Lynn's shotgun collar.

Awareness. It was the last thing John Kramer expected as he opened his eyes. He was…alive? That was impossible; he had all but ben decapitated by Jeff. But here he was, in a dark room lit by a single light bulb. Looking around john saw a heart monitor to his left along with a blood bag. An IV was in his left hand.

Blood transfusion? Who would waste their blood on a dying cancer patient? The old man thought to himself. He then gently touched his neck.

Stitches. Professionally done. Someone…saved my life.

For a second time John was spared death's embrace. Was it meant to be? His games, his method of rehabilitation, did the world need it more than he thought? John wanted to move, to sit up. He touched his head; it too was now closed and dressed with bandage. Just then he heard a door open from somewhere, it was too dark to make out much of the room.

"How do you feel?" The voice came from the darkness. Male, young, a little raspy.

"Surprised." John answered truthfully "Who are you?"

A figure stepped into the light. He was a young man, long white hair and black eyes. He was wearing all black, some sort of garment made of belts and chains with a long black trench coat over. He was pale as he moved and kneeled at John's side.

Another Jigsaw fanatic? No…something else…I know this boy. John sat up and leaned close to the stranger.

His eyes…something about his eyes

That's when John felt it. It had been forever, but the heat that was filling him. It was familiar. It started in his soul and spread throughout his diseased body. The last time he felt it was when he placed a hand on Jill's extended tummy all those years ago.

"G-Gideon?" he could barely say the name

The young man smiled in delight.

"Say it again father."

John felt hot tears in his eyes.

"Gideon…my son. Gideon."

The young man was clearly happy as he smiled. Moving forward he hugged John.

"How? When?"

"Shhh." Gideon released his father and sat on the edge of the bed.

"As for how I can't really explain. They brought me back and I aged to this point in a matter of weeks. I couldn't contact you though." Gideon's look was sad "They said I might not live long, and it would be heartache for you for us to reunite just for you to watch me die…again."

"And…you won't die?" John wasn't sure if he wanted the answer, but he asked anyway.

"There may be complications but…I think I'm alright." Gideon smiled again

John in turn sighed in relief, then touched his throat again.

"You did this?" He asked. Gideon nodded

"It was hard to stabilize you, but I wasn't about to give up on you father. You couldn't die, not like this."

John sighed and lay back down. He COULD die like this though. Knowing his son was alive and loved him.

"Get some rest. Do you need anything?"

"No…you have given me enough Gideon, more than enough."

The young man smiled again then headed for what John assumed to be the door.

"Um…father?" He asked before leaving

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if…I play with the puppet?"

John laughed

"I don't mind…it is yours after all."