Title: In My Time of Dying

Author: The Spinning Yarn Alchemist

Warning: Implied incest, Doom movie spoilers

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 HUGE thank you to my wonderful beta Inulover4eva who is doing a wonderful job of helping me out. Also a big thank you to my reviewers:

FanofInulover: Thanks for looking! I know everyone has their own likes and dislikes and it's always a bit weird to read a couple you never really thought about before hehe. But thanks for the encouragement!

vbnigth: Thank you very much for your positive review, its nice to know that there are more people who felt there was a very strong connection between John and Sam! And I'm glad you liked the song to go with it too, a lot of my stories will have songs that go with them. Here is the second chapter you asked for, and there will be more stories after this one!

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 II: Sam

Pain…

Pain and disbelief twisted her brother's features as he removed his fingers from the leaking wound in his side, the red stream trickling down his leg onto the floor.

"You've been hit!" Rushing over to him, she pressed her hand to the wound, the red staining her white clothes and pale fingers. "Oh, John…"

Oh God, John…

The moment she had seen the pain and sadness flit across his green eyes as he leant back against the wall and slowly slid down it until he hit the floor, the deep emerald depths of his eyes already starting to fade, Dr. Samantha 'Sam' Grimm was frightened…something she seemed to be quite a bit lately.

At that moment she wasn't afraid of the imps or zombies - as a scientist you had to keep your cool in these situations - but because she'd only just begun to know her brother again.

Sam had felt them grow increasingly distant after their parents' accident. The stress of the tragedy, coupled with time, had caused them to drift apart, until they severed most ties with each other when John ignored her worries and became a marine. She had truly believed that that would be the last time she'd ever see him. They hadn't seen each other for years, only communicating once a year on their birthday.

John had been a brilliant and gifted student, who would have gone far if he'd chosen science as his career, just like she did. But at the last moment, he'd thrown it all away to join the Rapid Response Tactical Squad. Old emotions had been relived as she'd discussed her and John's past with Duke while fishing out her flashlight out of the throat of one of the mutated scientists.

"Little tension between you and Reaper?" You wouldn't believe…Sam wrapped her gloved fingers around the light.

"We just went our separate ways." She knew it was a lie, only a fragment of the truth. She knew John couldn't face following in their parents' footsteps because the past was still too raw for him, even after all these years. "Why does a talented student throw it all away to join RRTS?"

"So what was he like before?" Duke asked, releasing the mutant's jaws once Sam had withdrawn her hand.

"Who, John?"

"Yeah."

"Empathetic, sensitive…" John had been a totally different person before the RRTS. He'd been more conscious of others feelings, gentler…happier. The change was physical too, his features were harsher and leaner than before, his hair was shorter than before and his full lips never smiled.

"It's kinda hard for me to imagine Reaper as sensitive."

"Well, I knew Reaper before all the "drop down and give me 50, woo-ha" stuff."

When the platoon had arrived, she'd found the testosterone suffocating at the best of times. While they had intimidated most of the male scientists, let alone the female ones, Sam just saw them as the hired muscle, nothing to be scared of. John had been cold and patronising in their first conversation face to face in over ten years, completely different to the boy he had been…it was as if he was a completely different person.

"Sarge, this operation is a code red. We really don't have room for passengers." She'd bristled at the comment but willed herself not to rise to the bait.

"Excuse me, but I have orders to retrieve data from three servers: Anthropology, Forensic Archaeology and Genetics." John's lips moved into a slight amused smile.

"This is a military operation, Doctor. We're really not here to retrieve your science homework." What she wouldn't have given to have slapped that humoured look of his smug face…But Sam had knowledge on her side…

"Look, I got an idea. Why don't you ask your CO what your orders are?" John had looked over at Sarge, the whole team wanting to know what she was getting at.

"To contain and neutralise the threat, protect the civilians..." John started to look over at Sam as Sarge sighed and continued, "and retrieve...UAC property" Green eyes had lowered to the floor for a moment, as John had realised she'd scored that point. But she felt no need to act triumphant, there were more important matters than bettering her twin for once.

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

She remembered what she had told him many years ago. She'd told him that people believed twins to be two parts of the same person. They were opposites and yet one and the same. Both she and John had wide eyes and full lips, courtesy of their mother, and a calm nature that expressed little emotion on the outside from their father. Her features were fair and definitely feminine, while John's were deeper and his colouring dark. He'd grown into a handsome, well-built man, with piercing green eyes, tanned skin and dark brown hair. Totally different to her snow-white skin, sapphire eyes and light blonde hair.

Dark and light, hard and soft, male and female…Ying and yang; they were two halves of one whole.

And as she had watched her brother, now a handsome, brave and deadly fighter, she knew it all to be true. She had always retained an air of purity and goodness, and was kind and friendly to people, striving to do what was right. But as John found out, underneath the soft, fair exterior was a brave and strong woman who could hold her own when it was required of her.

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

When John had told her he was leaving to join the Marines, Sam was hurt that he didn't want to work along side her and carry on with the research their parents had started years before. He was willing to throw it all away to become a solider. Why hadn't he told her before? As twins, they'd been close before, telling the other what they felt. But he'd kept this to himself all this time, and that's what had hurt the most.

"I don't even know who you are any more. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd just try to stop me."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Look. If you want to spend the rest of your life looking down a microscope then that's fine, but this is what I want to do."

She hadn't tried to stop him; she hadn't screamed or shouted, begged or pleaded with him. It would have been useless anyway as stubbornness also ran in the family. When she thought about it now, she could see the similarities between them; neither of them showing their feelings and both able to stay calm while others around them succumbed to panic.

Before the zombies had forced them to retreat, she had grabbed a vial of C-24 off the desk in Dr. Carmack's office. And now, as her brother lay dying on the floor, she knew what she had to do. She'd be damned if she was going to lose him to a stray bullet that had, by chance, ricochet of the nanowall. C-24 only mutated those who had it in them for psychotic behaviour, and although John was a soldier, she knew in her heart he was still a good and kind man. Therefore, the C-24 would increase his strength, speed and healing, turning him into the ultimate fighter…not one of the creatures rampaging through the facility.

He had been too busy telling her to work a ST to notice her tying a strip of cloth around his arm to bring up a vein. She had looked up to see his eyes start to close, exhaustion and blood loss causing him to loose consciousness.

"John, stay with me…Stay awake." A groan had bubbled in his throat as he blinked a couple of times. "John, stay with me, please."

"What's that?"

"It's C-24...It's from Carmack's lab." She knew what his reaction would be. Sure enough, John managed to pull his arm away.

"No!" He'd bit the word out. She knew how he felt about it and that he believed he wasn't a good person.

"It could save you."

"No way...forget it." She matched his determined glare, she wasn't going to loose him after just getting him back.

"You're bleeding to death." And I'm not giving up on you.

"No way Sam." She watched as his breathing changed as his body started to slow down. "I've done some bad things..." Bad things don't make you a bad person John...Fixing him with her azure stare, blue boring into green spoke more than words ever could.

"I know you..."

"You don't know me." The sadness in his eyes as he said it almost broke her heart. "You don't know..."

"You're my brother...I know you." She held his gaze for a second before lowering the needle to his arm...

"Wait..." The faint whisper caused her to stop. "Wait." The second time was louder, causing her to look up from his arm. She saw him get something from his belt. "If I should turn into one of those..." He shook with the effort it took for him to raise the gun, gritting his teeth, "demons. One through the heart, one through the head, don't you hesitate. Okay?"

That risk was that last thing Sam wanted to think about as she pulled his arm down as the trembling increased, taking over his body as she pierced the needle into his flesh. She uttered a silent prayer as she pushed the plunger down, releasing the C-24 into his vein.

He'd relaxed seconds after she'd administered the synthetic chromosome into his bloodstream, slumping onto the floor.

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

Sarge had rampaged through the facility's exit, slaughtering innocent people as he went. She had managed to hide and pretend she was among the fatalities, struggling to not whimper from her injuries.

It had felt like forever as she laid there, hearing Sarge shooting innocent people as they pleaded for him to help them. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she felt powerless to help them. She'd almost given up hope when a warm and gentle hand brushed her hair out of her face, and a deep, low voice spoke her name.

"Sam..." Looking up from where she lay, she saw her brother's face above her, blood streaked and perfect. Her heart soared as she turned to face him; she knew she was safe now.

"You're alive..." She'd managed to say.

"Shhh, don't talk."

"Last man standing...Reaper." It was Sarge, holding the BFG in his hands as he looked down at her. The look in his eyes caused Sam to tremble. "I think she needs medical attention..." That's when she'd seen the open wound on his neck.

Sarge was infected...

John's hand was still on her back as he glared at the man in front of them. Sam knew what John was going to do...

"Can you get to the elevator?" Her eyes were fixed on Sarge.

"I'm not sure..."

"Try..."

She had just managed to drag herself to the elevator with the last of her strength. Collapsing against the wall, she prayed that John would survive and they would escape this place together.

As she slipped in and out of consciousness, she knew in her heart that John would come out victorious. It wasn't just because of the superhuman strength he now possessed or the age old faith in that good will triumph over evil, but also because she believed in him, him...John...her twin...her brother...the other half of her soul.

She was vaguely away of the two strong arms that gently picked her up off the floor, cradling her to a firm, warm chest. Barely having the energy to open her eyes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and knew it was her brother. Inhaling his familiar musky scent, she mustered the strength to lift her head and open her eyes. He lowered his eyes from above and looked down at her, sharing her gaze for a moment.

He looked so strong, so powerful…so…

Perfect? Masculine? Beautiful?

"Almost home." The baritone voice whispered by her ear, it was barely heard but it comforted Sam. A small smile tugged at her lips as they locked eyes for a moment before she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Despite being older than John by 2 minutes, Sam had always let him protect her when they were children. When she thought about it, it hadn't really surprised her when he informed her of his decision to join the marines. If he wasn't going to protect her, he was going to protect others instead. So while he did that, she became a forensic archaeologist, digging up the bones of the past and trying to find answers. She needed something to take up her time and make her forget. Over time she'd become a skilled and proficient scientist, quick with the tools of her trade and unaffected by things she frequently encountered in the digs.

But now, now he had entered her life once more, she found herself feeling things that she had tried to block out of her life and replace with work. Time alone had caused her to loose sight of such romantic notions of finding someone who would care for her; to understand her like he had all that time ago. But what was worrying the scientist most, was the fact that what she was feeling for her twin was now so much deeper than the love she should have for him.

The first inkling of it had been when they had first met face to face after ten years on Olduvai, when they had first exchanged short, clipped greetings.

"Hello John." He had been looking at her even before she had turned her gaze upon him. Her first thoughts were of how much he had changed since she'd last seen him. This John was stronger, leaner, and showed no emotion upon his features. The only things that expressed how he felt inside were those forest green eyes of his that she loved to look in.

"Hello Samantha." He held her in those green depths as he returned her greeting. It was like she was greeting a stranger, but a handsome and deadly stranger that she had thought she'd known. Despite all the hurt and anger that she still felt for him, she'd felt her heart race as he stared her down. At that moment, Sam felt the stirrings of something that shouldn't be there, something that she knew was wrong, but felt so...right.

She was torn between the fact that society frowned upon such a dangerous and forbidden love; and the only person to make her feel this way.

And she knew which scared her most.

The End.

Hope you enjoyed it! Look out for the next story in the 'Unauthorised Series'!