I'm Awake and Alive (I feel you breathe into me)

*usual disclaimer, I own nothing from either worlds*

For my Isabelle housewife anon: I'm so sorry that I did not tell the story in a way to make you understand what I wanted for her character. Sign in and we'll talk

As for my prompt request from Cal J: are you wanting Argh, Matey! High sea Pirates? or Space pirates?

I was about to give up writing for this fandom when I watched Doom, yet again, and remembered how much fun I had merging these worlds once before.

From his position on the low valley ridge, John Grimm stood watching the dizzying display of aerodynamics being performed in the sky above him, as the small ship approached the planet at a high rate of speed.

He was a day away from base camp and the smoke coming from the downed craft was a few miles in the opposite direction. Without a second thought he shouldered his supplies and started jogging in the wrong direction, his radio crackling to life a short time later. "Reaper?"

"I'm on it."

Carolyn Fry cried out as agonizing pain assaulted her senses and she struggled to breathe. Head falling to the side, she took in the long gash splitting open her ship. She couldn't feel her body from the waist down, and assumed the worst from the blood pooling on the floor. Unable to reach any of the controls, her head fell back against the head rest, her eyes slipping shut.

John approached the ship cautiously, circling around to the side split open like a sardine can. Ducking his head inside of the ship he saw no movement, and the only sound was the death rattle of a dying occupant.

Reaching out, wrapping his hand along her neck, he felt for her pulse which was slow and thready. Eyeing the dying woman for a moment, John flipped opened his bag, grabbing a small pouch. Pulling out a length of rubber, he quickly tied it around her arm before preparing the loaded needle which he pulled out next. Ripping open her sleeve to reach the vein in the crook of her elbow, he slid the needle into her arm, watching as the serum flowed through her blood deprived veins. Her eyes fluttered open as he tugged the plastic from her arm, grasping her cold hand with his warm one.

Reaching up, John stroked a thumb across the track a dried tear had left on her cheek. "You're gonna be fine." He assured her. Even after all this time the blondes still got to him. A crying blonde and he was toast.

"Liar," she whispered with a sad smile.

John leaned in closer placing a kiss on her forehead, pulling away in time to watch as her lungs struggled to take in air. He stayed with her until he was no longer able to detect a heartbeat. Popping his radio off his hip, he stepped outside.

"Reaper to Base, over."

"This is Base, Reaper. Go ahead."

"Pack it up and get over here. We need to disappear A.S.A.P."

Riddick stepped outside raising his arm, moving his hand in a twirling motion watching as their men hit the ground running.

Approaching the crash site, Riddick stared out the view screen, shaking his head as he began to bark out orders to clear the deck and for Zeke to break out his supplies.

There was little talk between the medic and John as they worked to get the woman sedated and prepped for the flight home. John was inserting an IV into her arm when the ship was rocked by turbulence. Leaving Zeke to it, he moved to the front of the ship taking his seat beside Riddick.

"Self-destruct or mechanical?" Riddick asked as he made the calculations to throw them into hyper-space.

"From the looks of it, the self-destruct sequence was automatically triggered due to the crash." John replied as he strapped himself in for the flight home.