Cognitive Dissonance

 

An action packed romantic Invader Zim epic

By LejindaryBunny

Author’s note: Hiya all you readerish beings, hello Invaders, Tallests,

humans and just plain creepy creatures. I am here with the express

purpose to introduce myself, the writer, and the fic which you are

probably about to read. If you want to, go ahead and skip to the story,

I don’t blame you. As for the rest of you, here goes.

About the title:

Cognitive Dissonance is the depression, confusion and anger that can

occur when a person attempts to hold two conflicting ideas or beliefs

at the same time. I’m sure you’ll see how it applies to the story.

About chapters:

It’s my first Invader Zim fanfic unless you count that poem I wrote

which I encourage you to read and review. It’s probably going to be

a very long fic. Like around thirty chapters or so. Maybe more.

Chapters are no definite length, being anywhere between two and a

squidillion pages. When I’m on an obsessive kick (like now)I tend to

post every one or two days but otherwise I’ll have at least one chapter

up every two weeks. Unfortunately I am completely unable to update on

weekends. The reason for this is my father, who you’ll hear me rant

about. He used to be a communist, then an anarchist, then a socialist.

He is deathly paranoid of the FBI, CIA, and Hackers. So I don’t get

to use the net at home. Sadly, he does not believe in aliens nor does

he wear a tin foil hat, but I digress.

About the story:

It focuses on Zim and Dib, obviously, as you read in the summery. It

also contains an outlaw Irken babe. Said babe is indeed a character

integral to the plot, but be not disheartened because I am a seasoned

writer and know how to make an original female character with out her

being a Mary-Sue. Neither of my two favorite boys will be getting

together with her because this is a nice cute/angsty slash fic. BUT

that romance is accompanied by another plot, a sinister, terrible

world threatening plot. Aliens the like of which not even Zim has ever

seen have come to Earth with the intention not to conquer but to

destroy it. All will have to put aside their differences and band

together in order to defeat this really scary menace.

About me:

My name is LejindaryBunny, shortened to LejBun, or just Bun. Whateva.

It’s not my real name, my real name is Greer. Rhymes with Fear. I will

be your writer so please leave your seat belts unbuckled, do NOT fasten

your tray in the upright position and hold on to your squeedly-spooch

because I am CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY. I only am able to check my e-mail

once a week but I do reply to all, and I mean ALL letters sent to me.

I love talking to people so write to me if you feel so inclined.

About Other Stuff:

Three stars *** denotes change in scene or in point of view. Any words

that are blatantly not English are Irken and most like swear words.

Lastly I urge you to picture all this in anime stytle, becuase

otherwise it’s just a little odd. Now the story.

Disclaimer: I don’t any of Jhonen Vasquez’s characters. I do own Kiir

however, and, and not even the Almighty Tallest will be able to save

you should you in your infinite human patheticness attempt to steal her!

Chapter I… In which Dib is depressed, Zim watches TV and several

unexpected things occur.

Dib lay on his bed, looking up at the ceiling in the dim but somehow

violent light which buzzed unpleasantly from his idle computer monitor,

the only source of illumination in the room. Yesterday he’d been in a

whirl of Zim-related frenzy, saving the world from genetically altered

spiders that sucked people’s brains and left them mindless zombies.

He’d only been able to save about half of his class from them, but

there really wasn’t much of a difference. Dib shuddered. He hated

spiders, though that hadn’t seemed to matter yesterday when he’d done

battle with them. Dib was depressed. He was always depressed the day

after fighting with Zim, when the world returned to being perfectly

safe and normal all because of him. One-hundred-fifty-six times to

date he had rescued them all and not once was uttered one word of

thanks or congratulation. They were only free to bully him and mock him

because he said so. The day he lost to Zim was the day that they would

all realize how right Dib had been, that he wasn’t crazy and had saved

their miserable lives one stinking time after another. Maybe one day he

just wouldn’t bother. He’d just watch the alien’s plan unfold, dooming

the human race to extra-terrestrial subjugation.

But in his heart Dib realized that he would never do this, he’s

always climb out of the pit of despair just in time to save the world

again and be cast back down into darkness. It was what always happened,

year after year, since he was thirteen, and now he was sixteen. He even

had a name for it, ‘post-near-apocalyptic-letdown’. In layman’s terms

it simply meant that he felt depressed because everyone on earth owned

Dib his or her life and they were shoving dirt up his nose and his head

down the toilet instead of worshiping at his feet and basking in his

glory and greatness.

Glory and greatness? Dib chuckled morbidly to himself. What glory and

greatness? He was the skinny, too-smart, gothy nerd kid that nobody

even noticed existed. He shook his head, snorted.

“Glory and greatness,” he muttered. “I sound like Zim, arrogant.”

Maybe he’d been spending a little too much time near the alien, maybe

his personality dysfunctions were contagious.

But in the end were he and Zim really that different? Ah, now there

was a questioned he’d been pondering to death recently. Maybe the only

discrepancy was that Zim was trying to conquer the human race and Dib,

out of some bizarre and more than likely misplaced sense of racial

loyalty was saving it. A thousand stupid, clichéd sayings flashed

through Dib’s mind. ‘Know thy enemy’, ‘keep your enemies closer’.

Closer than what? He had no friends. No one outside his family ever

spoke to him, and even his father and sister seemed to avoid him. The

one being that cared whether he lived or died was Zim, and Zim wanted

him dead.

Under other circumstances he and Zim might have been good friends. It

seem they shared a lot of the same general views of humanity, that it

basically completely sucked. Maybe he should just let the Irken have

what he wanted. Earth was such a stupid planet anyway, what had the

world ever done for Dib? Maybe, he thought darkly, he should even join

Zim, it would, after all be no problem to conquer the world with the

both of them working together. It wasn’t even that the thought of

untold teeming masses shouting ‘Hail Lord Dib’ was particularly

alluring. But maybe after the conquering was all over and done with he

could convince Zim to take him off the planet, because really, he was

very, very tired of the Earth.

Dib’s train of thought always seemed to wander onto this general

track whenever he was in one of his sullen moods, but then it would be

swiftly and humiliatingly derailed as he remembered that were he to

knock on Zim’s door and suggest such a course of action the alien would

most likely just shoot him out of spite. And then laugh.

‘Pathetic human worm-baby’. Those were the words that Zim most often

said to him, and everything else had the same demeaning gist. ‘You are

scum, you are inferior, I hate you, go die in a hole’. That was how the

only person who responded to him at all felt.

Wasn’t it just so great to be alive and Dib. Maybe he should just

march up to Zim and ask to be shot. He was sure to be happily obliged.

Life was like a black hole. It sucked. He ran a hand angrily through

his untidy black hair. It seemed that no matter what he did he would

always be unhappy, as though it were simply the natural order of things.

Like he was the punch line of the universal joke.

He couldn’t stand being in his room any longer, it made him feel like

a caged animal. He stood up suddenly and violently, nearly tripping

over his own feet. He shook himself, yanked on his boots and jacket

and threw open the door. He skulked downstairs, through the living room

past Gaz who was oblivious to all but her Game Slave, and out the door.

He didn’t bother telling anyone where he was going, no one cared and he

didn’t even know anyway.

Outside it was just past sunset, when the world was cast in purple

blue shadows and you’d only be able to see alright for the next few

minutes. It was windy and late autumn, the air teased at hints of snow.

Dib sighed and trudged down the sidewalk.

He was walking in a vaguely northward direction, toward the skool. He

supposed he might sit in the park for a while if he didn’t decide to

change directions before he got there. He felt so strange. It was like

right before lightening struck, as though there were needles inside him

just below his skin, and they were trying to escape. It was a feeling

like something was coming, just waiting for the right moment to spring.

 

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Zim was not quite so depressed as his rival. He had thrown his

traditional post-defeat tantrum yesterday upon returning to his base.

He had thrown things, kicked them, berated Gir, screamed Irken

obscenities at the top of his voice, as well as a few Earth curses he

had inadvertently picked up. He had stormed to his lab where he hit and

kicked equipment and generally made a complete mess of the place until

he had passed out from exhaustion. He felt much better upon waking up

that morning. His violent outbursts always gave him an outlet for his

anger and tension, and tended to help put things into better

perspective.

So today he had skipped skool and just relaxed on the couch watching

television while his computer and repair bots patched up the lab. He

was watching the Sci-fi channel, partly hoping for some world conquering

inspiration, but mainly because he liked to mock the pitiful human

suppositions about space, and aliens and advanced technology. He rarely

even bothered to mock Star Trek however. That show was just to boring,

lame, a yawn, so peace loving and optimistic and all that quazdoodle.

Not even the Klingons or the Romulans were really that interesting. But

Zim had been in luck; today they weren’t showing any of the squidillion

iterations of Star Trek, or Quantum Leap, or Mysterious Mysteries, or

Crossing Over with John Edwards, or even X-Files. No today they had been

showing a six hour marathon of the Twilight Zone, which was Zim’s

favorite of all the pitiful earth shows. It was dark and twisted and

messed with one’s head.

The Irken Invader chuckled to himself. “To Serve Man, a cookbook.” The

episode that was ending had been about aliens who came to Earth and

convinced the humans that they were friendly. Then they shipped them

back to their home planet to eat them. Zim snorted. Funny, but definitely

disgusting. Who would even want to eat nasty worm-baby flesh?

He lifted the remote and muted the commercials. Unlike Gir he didn’t

want the pathetic humans’ pitiful attempts at brainwashing passing

through his antennae. His mind wandered as sprawled on the couch his

ruby eyes ignored the irritating light flashes of stupid ads.

Unsurprisingly his thoughts fell on the previous day’s defeat, and

more specifically it’s orchestrator.

The human called ‘Dib’ had been a constant thorn in his side since

the beginning. If it weren’t for that one single boy he’d have

conquered this miserable planet at least a hundred times over. Granted,

one or two of his insidious plots had fallen apart due to Zim’s own

miscalculation or oversight, but more often then not it was Dib. It

should have been horribly humiliating to continually lose to one of the

filthy inhabitants of this planet, but then, Dib never seemed to quite

be the average human stink-bag. He was almost, a worthy opponent.

Zim’s show came back on, ending his errant train of thought before it

had gotten a chance to run over any maidens in distress tied to the

tracks. He turned the volume back up a moment late, missing most of the

introduction.

“… but things are rarely what they seem in, The Twilight Zone,” said

the black and white figure on the screen, the human thing they called

Rod Serling.

Doo dee doo doo, doo dee doo doo.

His view of the television was suddenly and violently blocked by Gir,

flying into the room at a million miles per hour and landing on Zim’s

face.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaster!” the robot chirruped, “the computer wants to taaalk

to yoooooooooooou.”

Zim pushed him away. “Get off me Gir!” he snapped, sitting up. “What

does the computer want?”

“Ummmmmmm…” he thought seriously about it for a moment, trying to

recall what had been so urgent. Then he got distracted. “OOO! The Scary

Monkey Show is on!” He grabbed the remote from his master, switched the

channel and collapsed on the floor, his attention irreclaimable.

Zim grumbled, getting up and walking through the kitchen to his lab

to see for himself what was going on. Probably nothing. Probably a

stupid skragging false alarm.

His lab was nearly rebuilt, which made him happy. The lab was a bit

of familiarity so far away from anything resembling normal.

“What is it computer?” he demanded, fully expecting nothing important.

“The scanners have detected a spacecraft,” the droning voice said.

He grinned. Perhaps the Tallest were sending him some new equipment.

“Is it Irken?” he asked excitedly.

“Negative.”

he frowned. “Well then what is it?” he asked impatiently.

“Origin unknown, craft is not in database.”

Zim sat heavily down in his command chair. Not in the database. How

could it not be in the database? The system had catalogued the entirety of

all know craft types, in and outside of the Empire as well as

prototypes and theoretical craft. Zim immediately dismissed the theory

that humans had suddenly discovered how to build interstellar craft, the

monkey men were just too stupid. That would mean that this was

something so far outside the empire that no one had even heard of it

before, probably from the other end of the quadrant. Oh how the Tallest

would exalt him if he discovered and conquered an entirely new race.

He was grinning again, manically. “Can you get the thing on screen

computer?”

“Confirmed.”

The large monitor in front of him switched on, displaying a picture

of Earth’s orbit, wherein a strange ship was approaching. It was the

weirdest thing Zim had ever seen. It was white and shiny and disk

shaped, with small, multicolored lights around the circumference.

“ITS A PAPER PLATE AT CHRISTMAS!” Gir shrieked at his elbow.

Zim shot out of his chair with a yelp, landing back in it with a thud,

his lithe body tensed, panting. He glared furiously down at Gir who

he hadn’t known was in the room. “Never… do… that… AGAIN!”

The SIR unit blinked, then wrapped its arms around his neck. “Eye

loave yew!” he squeaked and then ran around the room singing the word

‘cheese’ repeatedly at the top of his voice.

Zim gritted his teeth. Sometimes he suspected that the Tallest had

given him a defective unit, before realizing that it was blaspheme and

that they wouldn’t do it anyway. He turned his scowl back at the

monitor. Sadly, Gir was right, it did look astoundingly like the

resource wasting things humans called ‘paper plates’. The thing it

looked most like however was a human science fiction stereotype of a

UFO. He watched it for a moment. It seemed to be coming out of orbit

to land on the planet.

“Computer, can you determine the craft’s course?”

“Analyzing… course determined. Heading for city park. Touchdown,

ten minutes.”

“The city park? By skool?”

“Affirmative.”

Zim smirked. “Computer, prepare to secure perimeter, I’m going out.”

 

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Dib was sitting on the bench in the dark. It was a perfectly clear

night and all the stars were out, little points of light where, far

away billions upon billions of other creatures were living. He sighed

and panned his gaze across the sky. It occurred to him as he looked,

that Zim’s star was not visible to the naked eye. Something about that

struck Dib as rather sad, that the Zim was so far away from his home

he couldn’t even see where it was. Dib wondered if Zim was so busy

trying to conquer this planet that he didn’t get homesick or lonely.

Then he wondered why he was feeling sorry for the Invader.

Dib noticed something bright streaking across the sky, a comet. Make

a wish, he thought to himself sarcastically. Yeah, I wish my life didn’t

suck quite so badly. He watched it fall, getting larger and larger,

which was strange as it should be burning up entering Earth’s

atmosphere. Was it going to fall near where he was? Should he be

afraid of getting squished.

And then he saw it was slowing down.

His eyes grew wide at this impossibility, and wider still as he began

to be able to discern the shape. It was no comet. It was a flying

saucer.

His first thought was that it was really odd for Zim to be doing

anything the day after one of his plans failed. But the closer it came

the more he was able to discern that it looked absolutely nothing like

the Irken technology he’d seen Zim use. If anything it looked like a

cheap prop out of a cheesy fifties B-movie.

Craning his neck up like a the gawking teenage UFO enthusiast he was

Dib realized one more thing. It really WAS going to land on him.

He scampered back nearly tripping over himself and dove into the

bushes.

The saucer landed slowly and gently, with a humming, whooshing sound,

coming to rest seemingly on a cushion of about six feet of open air.

It was about a hundred and fifty feet in circumference and twenty feet

tall.

Dib watch through the shrub branches a hatch opened in the craft.

He was about to run over, to greet or denounce the occupants, but

something stopped him. Maybe it was the little common sense he possessed

bringing itself to bear as it so frequently did on any situation, maybe

it was his current cynicism, or maybe it was what he saw step out of

the ship.

The creature was over eight feet tall and sort of barely humanoid. It

was featureless and seemed to be made of thick, glowing orange ropes or

cables, intertwining to form mockeries of human limbs. It had two long

legs, and swinging whip like arms attached to a central stalk or trunk,

and a heard, inset with eerie, perfectly round, perfectly white,

glowing eyes.

It walked smoothly, almost languidly down from the craft and a few

paces across the grass. It seemed to have a strange, light absorbing

halo of darkness around its form. Something about it scarred Dib deeply,

and he wished he’d brought his camera.

The thing made an odd sort of trilling noise, sharp and uncomforting,

and a second alien creature stepped down from the saucer. This one was

smaller only slightly, and its eyes were a creepy electric blue. They

made a few incomprehensible noises to one another and the first one

made a small, slight gesture in Dib’s direction. He froze as both

creatures slowly turned, moving nothing but their heads, to look

straight at where he was hidden with their terrible, luminous eyes.

Nothing moved, no sound was made. Bead of fear sweat ran down Dib’s

face. And suddenly they winked out of existence, gone like they had

never been there. No ship, no aliens, no smoke or transporter beam.

Dib sat, speechless.

 

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As the area around the park, though not the park itself was rather

heavily populated even at night Zim had to walk there to avoid

attention, or rather, to rum there as fast as his short legs could

carry him. But he was too late. He saw the craft descending while he

was still a good distance from the park. He cursed, and picked up the

pace. he reached the edge of the human tree exhibit and ran on, coming

to the clearing where he’d seen the craft come down.

But he skidded to a halt, and found that there was nothing there. No,

not quite nothing. He heard a rustling in the brush behind him and

turned to find a skinny, pale boy with dark hair and glasses peering at

him through the darkness. Dib; somehow Zim wasn’t surprised by his

presence.

“Come to meet some friends Zim?” the human asked with a sharp,

cynical edge in his voice. “You just missed them.”

Zim blinked. Just missed them? How could they have taken off without

him noticing? Then he smirked. So Dib thought the aliens were allies

of his, or something. “Ah, so where’d they go?” he asked casually.

Dib gave a sneer and a shrug, as though he didn’t believe that Zim

didn’t already know. “They just disappeared,” he said, eyebrows slightly

arched, a human gesture Zim interpreted to denote mild confusion.

The Irken frowned. “It just vanished? The whole ship?” he asked,

slightly puzzled himself.

“The ship and the aliens,” Dib nodded. “So tell me Zim, what race

were they?”

“Well what did they look like?” he asked with a confident smirk, and

hoped that Dib thought he was taunting him, rather than actually

trying to get the information.

“oh, about eight feet tall, looked like they were made out of spongy

orange tentacles, big glowing eyes.” He crossed his arms, and muttered,

“Really frigging creepy.”

Zim had never heard of any race that looked remotely like that. He

leaned against a tree. “So they just disappeared did they?”

The boy nodded again and rolled his eyes. “So you finally decided you

couldn’t conquer earth all by yourself did you?” He chuckled.

Zim scowled. “I did no such thing, Dib-human, I am more than capable

of subjugating you pathetic worm babies myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Dib snorted, “Then what are they doing here, hmmm?”

Zim favored him with the truth, just to see his reaction. He shrugged

imitating the human’s own apathetic gesture. “I don’t know, I have

never encountered such a race.”

 

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Dib blinked. Not only were the aliens NOT Zim’s friends, he didn’t

even know what they were? Somehow that didn’t do anything to reassure

the human, true, they COULD be friendly, but they sure didn’t look it.

They looked anything but harmless. Of course, there was also the

possibility that Zim was lying, anyway.

“Is that so?” Dib asked, incredulous. “I thought your almighty Irken

empire knew everything.”

The alien grimaced. “This race will be subjugated as easily as your

own puny earth creatures.”

Dib snorted. “Guess it’ll be a while then.”

Zim glared at him. “You know nothing, worm-baby.”

“Oh yeah, then how come I beat your spiders single-handedly yesterday?”

“It was luck that your filthy human air fresheners destabilized

their genetic structure,” he pointed out wrathfully.

Dib dropped the subject. After all, it had been blind luck that had

helped him discover that. “Yeah, well it looks like you might have a

little competition for Earth now, if that’s why these aliens are here.”

It was meant to simply be a glib remark, but as soon as it was out of

his mouth Dib realized what a grave and true concern that it was.

“No one will conquer the earth but I, Invader Zim,” he stated

arrogantly, “For the glory of the empire I-” He was cut off suddenly

by a shrill bleeping coming from a device on his belt. He looked at it,

and then back up at Dib. “I will deal with you later.”

Zim turned around and swaggered hurriedly away. Dib considered

following him, but he was simply too drained. He turned around and

headed home. He’d come back tomorrow with his equipment and examine the

landing site.

 

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As soon as Zim was out of the human’s sight he took off running at

full speed. His computer linkup had notified him, there had been a

perimeter breach at his headquarters. He needed to get there as soon

as possible to deal with the problem. It could be anything from a stray

cat to human investigators to the creatures Dib described.

The last thing Zim expected to find when he got to his base was the

thing that he found there.

There was an Irken Voot Cruiser crashed on his front lawn.

To be continued…

Well, there you have it, chapter one. Who are these strange aliens and

what is their plan? Has Gir been flying Zim’s ship or has someone from

the Empire come to visit? Will Dib find anything at that landing site?

Just how many more hypothetical questions am I going to ask? The

answers to some of those questions in the next exciting installment of

Cognitive Dissonance!

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Cognitive Dissonance

 

An action packed romantic Invader Zim epic

By LejindaryBunny

A/N: Meet an Irken rebel! More angst, this time from Zim’s end.

Disclaimer: I own Kiir and the IU. Everything else belongs to

Jhonen Vasquez, including all of our immortal souls.

Chapter II… In which there is a flashback, we meet an Irken rebel,

good things happen to bad people, and Zim learns some really awful news.

Planet Militia, Six months ago…

“High Commander,” a nervous and hesitant underling spoke, “the scanners

are picking up something… odd.”

The rebel leader looked up sharply, her antennae bobbing, and glared

at him. “What do you mean, odd?” she snapped.

“Er, well, you see, there are these… funny… wavy, things,” he

attempted to explain.

The half Irken rose irritated from her command chair and stalked

over to the guard’s post, a little irritated by his incompetence. She

stared over his shoulder at the small scan screen.

It showed small vibrationy things around one edge of the planet’s

orbit.

“What the skragg?” she muttered. “Put it on the main display,” she

charged.

“Yes Commander,” he pushed the button.

A large, full color image of the blackness of space filled the front

wall of the command base, the very edge of the puce planet Militia

visible in one corner.

“Orbital view established,” the monitor guard told her, out of some

deep primal urge to state the obvious.

High Commander Kiir watched the screen, non-plused. There was

absolutely nothing there.

Until an entire armada of Irken warships decloaked.

The whole of the command center stood still, staring at the

spectacle. One timid Irken fainted.

Kiir, amethyst eyes several sizes larger than even they usually were,

turned to her inferiors and shouted, “Well, don’t just stand there! Go

to red alert! Prepare the defenses!”

Someone pressed a button. An alarm began to scream, and red lights

flashed on and off. Beings scrambled around, giving and carrying out

hurried orders. The Irken Underground was under attack.

Perhaps a little explanation is necessary at this point. The Irken

Underground, or IU, was a radical political movement, or rather a

subversive revolt against the Empire, started around thirty years

before. Its long term mission was the deposition of the Tallests and

usurpment of power for itself, for the good of the people, of course.

Its short term goals however were more modest, subvert the disaffected

youth, break stuff, blow up buildings and generally cause the Empire

a big headache. They were actually very successful at this. The

organization was headed by its founder, High Commander Kiir, a job that

mostly entailed eating large meals, shouting at people she disliked,

and picking which major cities to blow up. But it wasn’t all fun and

games, bombs and alcohol, oh no. There was a serious side to her

revolution, a reason behind her loathing for the empire.

Kiir was a half-breed in an Empire that ‘encouraged’ racial purity.

Her father was an esteemed Irken Invader, but her mother had been a

Horling, one of the short lived, not quite bright, but highly

attractive races in the galaxy. Their daughter Kiir, was thus a mixture

of traits, looking mostly Irken with her green skin, large eyes and

black antennae. She however did not have an ID pak and did have wiry

violet hair on her head. So she was at a disadvantage her entire life.

Sneered at, looked down upon, not eligible to become Tallest despite

her greater than average height. She’d been intentionally flunked out

of Invader academy. So she was a little bitter. Now disgusted with the

established authority she turned her ambition in a new direction. She

vowed to overthrow the Empire’s tyrannical dictatorship and install her

own, more pleasant and appealing one. She’d then proceeded to quickly

and effectively weed out the other troubled members of society and

turned them to her cause with promises of justice for the downtrodden

and high governmental positions.

And it had all been going so well for a while. They had their secret

base on Militia, they were a pain in the Tallests asses, they had a

decent amount of subtle public sympathy and support. But now it was all

over. Commander Kiir was intelligent enough to know that they were so

severely out-numbered and out-teched that anybody who stuck around to

defend the place was going to get either captured or more likely,

frakked outright. She knew even if she was to be taken alive the trial

would be a scam, she’d be publicly denounced and executed.

She wasn’t going to wait around for that to happen. Let her

underlings fight and die for The Cause, minions were replaceable, she

was not. And so while everyone was busy she slipped out and down to the

docking bay. If the entire Imperial police was going to be out for her

blood, which they were, she wanted a head start, the bigger the better.

She came to the nearly empty bay and stopped, there was exactly one

ship left, as the rest were being flown in what was sure to be the IU’s

last stand. She briefly wondered how the Empire had found the base, but

pushed it out of her mind as momentarily irrelevant. The ship was a

modified Voot Cruiser that looked like it had recently undergone major

repairs. Well, she hoped they were done because she did not have time

to skragg around.

Planet Earth, Now…

For a moment Zim could just stare at the crashed vehicle in his yard.

Then he quickly ran over to see if there were any survivors and what

someone from home was doing all the way out here. He forced the door

panel open, it had come loose on impact and stepped in cautiously. He

looked around the cockpit, there was one occupant, slumped over the

control panel.

“KIIR?” Zim demanded incredulously.

The violet haired Irken looked up with a pained grin across her

bloodied face. “Hey Zim, would you like to get this crossbeam off of

me?” She passed out.

Zim, still not sure if this was really happening rushed over to her

side, heaved the girder off of her and picking up the limp body carried

her out of the wreck. He hurried across the yard and to the door,

greeted by the parent bots which he hastily shoved away.

“Master!!” Gir shouted as Zim headed towards the lab, “whatcha got

theeeeeeeeeeeere?”

“Didn’t you see that ship crash outside?” he growled tensely.

He blinked. “No.”

Zim sighed and shook his head. In the medi-bay he set Kiir down.

“Computer, run diagnostic for serious injuries.”

“Analyzing… no serious injuries detected. “

“Can you wake her up?”

“Affirmative.” The machine administered a rather larger than

strictly necessary shock to her body.

She flew up into a sitting position, eyes wide. “Holy foon!”

Zim took a step back. After her initial shock she seemed to deflate a

little, her eyes grew tired and she put a hand to her forehead. “OOoh

skragg that hurts,” she laid back down uneasily.

Zim looked down at her. He hadn’t seen another Irken in almost four

years and he hadn’t seen this particular half-breed in a lot longer than

that; not since their mutual days in the Academy. He hadn’t expected to

ever see her again at all in fact, not in person anyway, though she and

her organization had been big on the news before he left. She and Zim

hadn’t parted on particularly good terms.

“What on Irk are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Zim? S’at really you? Hn, so I ended up on Earth have I?” She

chuckled blearily. “Kind of ironic, that.”

He rolled his eyes. The Tallest damned space pirate was being her

typical cryptic self. He tapped his foot, crossing his spindly arms.

“So what, did they finally catch you? Are you running?”

She struggled to sit up, propping herself against the wall. “No!…

yes,” she admitted grudgingly. “Nn, they found my base, somehow, sent

an armada to deal with my bad self.” She grinned, and shrugged. “So I

got the frakk outta there.”

Zim snorted. That was just like her, she hadn’t changed at all. Still

no responsibility, not to the Empire, not to any one but herself.

Kiir smirked. “So. It’s been years, what have you been doing out on

this forsaken little rock?”

Zim grinned. He just knew his special mission would make the Invader

reject insanely jealous. “”Conquering.”

She burst out in gales of laughter.

Of all the reactions he had been expecting, that was not one of them.

“I’ll have you know I have this planet right where I want it,” he said

huffily.

She was still laughing, struggling to speak. “No, ha-ha, it’s not, heh,

not that!” she was giggling so hard there were tears in her purple eyes.

“You actually! You don’t mean?”

The Invader stood there, an expression of deep irritation ingrained

on his features. “You dare laugh at Zim?”

She took a few deep breaths. “Eeee, whooo. It’s just… you actually

took… them seriously?”

He had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. “Explain

yourself, outlaw!” he commanded.

She snickered again, then looked almost… concerned? “Do you really

think this is a mission Zim? The Tallest lied to you, you’re in exile,

considered as much of a public enemy as I am.”

For a second Zim just stood there, dumbfounded. Then he realized how

impossible that was. The Tallest, lie? Never. “You lie, rebel scum! You

seek to trick me and turn me against my leaders!”

Kiir shook her head. “Poor Zim, always the adamant loyalist. It was

all over the news when they finally got rid of you.”

If possible, his gaze darkened even further. “I will listen to no

more of your deceptions! I will contact my Tallest and they will send

troops to arrest you.”

She leapt up, and then winced in obvious pain, her antennae hanging

low over her face like her hair. “No! Don’t do that! They’ll have me

executed, Zim. I know we didn’t part on very good terms but you

wouldn’t really want me DEAD would you?”

He pondered this. She was an outlaw, a traitor, and she was lying to

him. True, they’d been friends in the academy, until Kiir had gone all

anti-establishment, but wasn’t it his duty to turn her over to the

Tallest?

Ah, said a small voice in the back of his mind. But what if she’s

telling you the truth?

Seemingly sensing his confusion she spoke before he could give an

answer. “Look, Zim, old friend,” she said, obviously trying calm,

rational and caring, “why don’t you go ahead and contact the Tallest.

Ask them about your mission. If I’m lying to you then you can go ahead

and turn me in. But if I’m not, well, I don’t think you’ll want to

anyway.”

He thought about it. It seemed the perfect solution. He could turn her

in without feeling terrible about it. But would the Tallest be angry at

him for doubting their sincerity. And Kiir sounded so, sure of herself.

What if what she said was true?

“Done,” he said sharply, eyes narrowed. He turned to the screen and

tapped a few buttons, opening a transmission to the Massive. He drummed

his three gloved fingers on the control panel, waiting. What would he

say?

After a moment the Irken Insignia was replaced by Tallests Red and

Purple.

“What is it Zim?” Red sounded vaguely exasperated.

“Err…” he began uncertainly.

“This had better be important,” Purple told him.

“My Tallests, I uh, heard a rumor. I mean no offense,” he said feebly,

not at all his usual self. “My mission, is it… was it just to get me

out of the Empire?”

The two Irken leaders gave twin glances of astonishment.

“Huh,” said Red, “And I thought he’d never figure it out. Guess I owe

you that… thing.”

Purple smirked at him and then turned back Zim. “Yes, yes it is. So

don’t contact us again and don’t come back to the Empire, or we’ll

shoot you.”

“With lasers,” Red added, just before the transmission screen went

dark.

Again, he stood there, stunned and blissfully unable to form a

coherent thought. Ruby eyes wide, mouth hanging open, he collapsed into

his chair. His mission, his entire life had been nothing but a lie. He

wasn’t on a glorious secret mission, he was in exile. How could they do

that to him? He wasn’t some criminal, he was an Invader! He lived his

life for the Tallest, every moment waking or sleeping spent for the

Empire, which had now rejected him.

Zim doubled over, slumped with his chin on his arms on his knees. He

would not cry, he would not show weakness. His mind futily made a last

ditch attempt or two to rationalize what he’d just heard. His leaders

must be testing him, testing his loyalty. That had to be it. Yet now

that the words had been spoken, the doubt that for years he’d refused

to realize lurked in the corners of his mind had been freed. It

explained a lot. It explained everything, in fact. The remoteness of

the planet, Gir, his lack of new equipment, the planet jackers, the

Tallests’ reluctance to hear his reports, the reason the Armada never

came. They hadn’t wanted the Earth, they had wanted him out of their

antennae. And for years he had been duped, blinded by his own arrogance

and fanatism.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

The simple, comfort-meaning gesture made him insanely, irrationally

angry. It made him want to scream. How could she be sorry?! How could

she even begin to imagine what he was feeling?! He stood up, suddenly

and sharply. “Get out,” he hissed. “Get OUT!!”

She took a step back. “But-“

“I said leave!” he took his laser pistol from his side and pointed it

at her, finger on the trigger. He didn’t care that he was turning her

out on to the strange, isolated planet with no help and no supplies.

She would just have to deal, because somehow this was all her fault.

“But, I don’t… have any place to go…”

He scowled, then sneered struck but a nasty, terrible vindictive

thought. A thought that could be cruel or merciful depending on how she

played the card he would deal her. He punched up a map and address on

the view screen, and printed it out. He handed her the paper. “Go here.

Tell him Zim sent you.”

 

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Dib sat at his computer, typing away at a description of the strange

new aliens and their craft. The encounter had washed away all but the

dregs of his depression. True, they were some really scary things, and

true as well that he had no idea who they were, what they wanted or how

they’d managed to simply disappeared like that. However it was the fact

that he didn’t know these answers that buoyed his spirits, that and

the verbal sparring with Zim. It all gave him a goal, and left him with

no time or extra energy for angst. It could probably be truthfully told

that when he wasn’t obsessing over something he was depressed. A

psychologist probably wouldn’t be far off the mark labeling him manic-

depressive and obsessive compulsive. But that wasn’t the point. The

point was there was paranormal activity afoot, and that was what Dib

was equipped to deal with.

One of those people who can concentrate on more that one thing at

once, he, while typing his report, sat wondering what the beeping thing

Zim had was. Why had it made him run off in such a hurry? Under normal

circumstances the taunts, threats and insults should have gone on for

almost another half hour. Could it be that Zim was lying and he had

gone to meet the orange things? But the little green alien had seemed

pretty surprised and worried when the thing had gone off.

Which brought Dib to another, random, point. Was it just him or had

Zim gotten, well, taller? Not over night, but gradually. He realized it

must have been going on since the alien had reached Earth, but it had

been so slow he never really noticed before. That was odd since he had

been under the impression that Zim was fully grown, and yet, now when

he thought about it, Zim was nearly his height, not a great

accomplishment of course, since a lot of people wee taller than Dib, but

still… Maybe it had something to do with Earth air, or sunlight.

He finished putting in the details about the oranges’ ship and called

up a different file. This one was Zim’s, his longest one, to which he

added his new observation.

He heard somebody knock on the door. Was he in a sufficiently good

enough mood to answer it yet? Hmmmmm, no. Who’d be coming over so

late at night anyway? They pounded on the door a few more times, but

after a moment it stopped. he supposed they must have given up and left.

Then he heard Gaz call up the stairs, irritated.

“DIB! One of you freak friends is here to see you!”

Dib blinked. he could think of only one person who it could be, but

why on Earth would Zim be at his house?

To be continued…

Well, whadaya think, hmm? Is it okay? Poor Zim, what’s he going to do

now? They crushed his little squeedly-spooch, nasty mean Tallests.

Just kidding, I love Red and Purple. But what’s Dib going to do when

he finds yet ANOTHER alien, this one at his door step, asking to spend

the night? What’s up with Kiir, anyway? And what do you think of her

by the way? I’d love to know!

Read it? Review it!

Cognitive Dissonance

 

An action packed romantic Invader Zim epic

By LejindaryBunny

A/N: Woo, hello. I’m afraid this is the last chapter you’re likely to

get until after x-mas break because I can’t use my FF net account at

home. BUT I’ll have all that time to work on it so expect a really

long post at 11:45 am sharp on Jan 2nd. Until then, Go read Invader

Ari’s work, it’s so cool! It’s not slash but it’s awesome!

Also, feel free to e-mail me over the long holiday, cuz I can check

my yahoo account. (nn, stupid psycho hacker fearing dad) If you write

me I just might drop a few future plot hints in my reply. (*Sniff* I’m

so lonely, I’ll practically do anything for attention!)

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. You can’t see where it’s going?

That’s good, I hate being predictable. And you really like Kiir? It

seems I have made another tiumph! Bow to me!(Just kidding, well, you

can if you want.) Everyone liked my X-Men Evoluion character except

me! I thought she was an awful mary-sue. But I like Kiir!

On a persoal note I get to see LOTR Two Towers tonight! My mom bought

tickets for me two weeks in advance so we cold definately see it the

first day. But enough about me, it’s the story you want to read!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Zim yet, but I plan on buying him from middle

eastern slave traders so he can dance on my table.

Chapter III… In which there is much astonishment and confusion, many

questions and there’s even one small answer!

Kiir walked through the door, ushered in by the strange, brooding,

distracted creature who had opened it. She was pretty sure the thing was

female, and wondered what she was doing with the small, computer like

device.

A moment later another earth creature came down the stairs, probably

male, although she wasn’t quite as sure with her guess this time. He

had pale skin, that Kiir didn’t get the impression was very healthy,

and large optic enhancers, much more simplistic than her own. He stopped

half way down the steps looking quite shocked.

Kiir could understand this she supposed, as she must look as out of

place as she felt. She wondered briefly if Zim had set her up, as this,

human were they called, didn’t look very friendly.

 

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Dib had hurried down the stairs fully expecting to see Zim lurking in

his living room. The creature he found however, while definitely not

Zim was just as obviously not human. It looked vaguely Irken, as he

understood the species, which was too say it had green skin, antennae and

very large eyes. It also, however, had violet hair that fell stiffly

around its chin.

He got the impression that the creature was a female, something about

the face, he thought. She, if a she it was, wore a blue tank top, elbow

length, black gloves over three-fingered hands, canvasy brown pants,

knee-high black boots and a pair of oval glasses like eyewear that had

a few buttons set in the frames. She had a bag or a pack of some sort

slung over her shoulder.

He didn’t know what to say or to do. Had she been sent by Zim to kill

him? When had she gotten to Earth? Was she with the Oranges? Most

importantly, WHY was she at his house?!

The alien did him the favor of starting the conversation. “Ah, are

you Dib, then?” she asked, sounding as tense and reluctant as he felt.

He nodded and came down the rest of the stairs. He frowned, deciding

to make one point very clear from the outset. “You’re an alien,” he

stated, to let her know that he knew this.

“Er, well, yes. I ah, thought that was a little bit obvious.”

Oh. So she hadn’t thought she was in a clever disguise. He felt a bit

dumb, now, and couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Zim sent me,” she told him after a moment.

This immediately set Dib on the defensive. He bristled into as vaguely

aggressive posture as he could manage. She didn’t look very armed or

dangerous but if she had been sent by Zim who knew what tricks she had

up her sleeve, er, glove… whatever. “Oh did he? Why?” he snapped.

The alien became at once very uncomfortable. “I well, crashed on this

planet about an hour ago and Zim, well, he isn’t um, really up to

entertaining guests at the moment. He uh, implied I might be able to

stay here for a while.”

Dib blinked, utterly astonished. Why the hell would he do something

like that? He looked her over once more. She really didn’t seem to mean

any harm, and to have the chance to interview a live alien was not

something he wanted to pass up. He made up his mind just to watch her

like a paranoid hawk, in case this was another one of Zim’s heinous

plots.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Ah, Kiir,” she replied.

“Come with me,” he nodded and headed back up the stairs to his room.

“So I can stay?” he heard her ask as footsteps followed him.

“… I think so. We have a guest room. I don’t think my father will

mind. Or notice,” he grumped. Privately he was slightly worried as he

didn’t know much about accommodating aliens, just fighting them.

“That’s fine,” she said.

He opened the door to his room, stepped in and turned around watching

her. She seemed both amazed and confused by the place, and once again

Dib wondered what it must be like to be thousands of light years from

home. “Have a seat,” he offered, gesturing to his computer chair, the

only one in the room.

“Thanks,” she promptly sat down cross-legged on the floor. Well, he

thought, that was fine too. He sat down across from her, leaning against

the bed.

After a moment of silence he decided he might as well start asking

her a few questions. “So, um, you’re Irken I suppose?”

“Yeah… yeah. Well, I’m,” she frowned, “mostly, Irken. Half,

technically. My mother was a Horling.”

“Oh.” So that was why she looked different. He wondered what a Horling

was. “So how come you’re on Earth?”

A momentary anger seemed to flicker through her eyes. She rubbed the

back of her head. “Crashed,” she stated in a tone that bespoke that

there was to be no elaboration.

He decided it was a touchy topic and moved on. “So, how do you know

Zim?”

“Old friends,” she frowned, “what about you?”

He wondered what he should tell her. “I stop him from conquering

Earth,” he said, deciding truth was best.

Dib couldn’t quite read the expression she made now, something

between confusion, amusement, sadness maybe?

“Ah, about that…” she began.

He grimaced. “Wonderful, let me guess, you want to take over Earth

too,” he said, voice dripping with cynicism.

She snorted. “Are you kidding? Why the frakk would I want Earth, I

mean, no offence, but it ain’t that great in the scheme of things.”

He blinked. Well, that was good. Not very flattering, but good. “Well

then what is it?”

She sighed. “Are you sure you want to know?”

 

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Zim had gone into a state something like mental shock. He had been

sitting there for the better part of an hour, doing saying nothing,

only thinking.

A few minutes ago Gir had come in offering him hugs and muffins in

his usual shrill, spastic voice. Zim’s complete and utter lack of

response seemed to deter him, because after a few moments the defective

SIR unit had gone away looking uncharacteristically sad and dejected.

Zim was numb, or rather he wished he could be numb. In truth he was

filled with an all consuming sorrow, he had never felt so alone. Alone

on this tiny, isolated sphere where no one wanted him and no one cared.

He wished he hadn’t sent Kiir away, she at least had been a familiar

face. He wondered what had become of her. Had he sent her to her death

in sending her to Dib? Would aliens be the topic of the morning Earth

news, Dib telling the world how he had known it all along? Or maybe

Kiir had shot him. He knew she carried her laser with her wherever she

went. This thought inexplicably sent a new pang of guilt and sadness

through out him. But why should he be caring what happened to either of

them when he didn’t even care about himself?

Zim wasn’t the type to actively seek his death, but in this state he

didn’t have the will to fend it off with such methods as eating,

sleeping or moving.

But the nagging worry of what might be going on at Dib’s house began

to chew on his brain, slowly and surely. Maybe he should go and see

what was happening. He didn’t know why it mattered, it was probably

just his subconscious’ way of keeping him from going completely mad

sitting there feeling sorry for himself. If there was one thing Zim

had always hated it was inactivity and indecisiveness. Anyway, maybe

a walk would help him to figure out just what was going on.

 

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“Just to get rid of him?” Dib repeated, not really believing his ears.

“Yep, that’s right,” she nodded.

“… but that’s, that’s horrible.”

She raised a purple eyebrow. “Oh? I thought you said you two were

enemies. Why should you care?”

“Well, we are, I guess, but,” he tried to find the words to explain

it. “I well, I know how it is to be rejected…”

“Do you human? Hnnn, Zim was the most loyal of Irkens, and yet his

government repudiated him, merely because he was nuisance.”

Dib sighed. He wondered what Zim would do now, knowing his mission

to conquer Earth was a fraud. Would he keep trying, out of spite, or

vengeance, or the desire to prove himself? Would he leave and try to

go home, or somewhere else? What would Dib do if he left? He could

barely remember life without their rivalry.

“You look really sad,” Kiir remarked in a murmur. “Why is that? Does

the potential loss of your enemy trouble you so much?”

He thought about this. Was it simply that he needed an enemy, an

antithesis, to feel complete and useful? Someone to match wits with,

or was it something… more? He avoided the question.

“It was wrong,” he said, turning it into a moral issue. “Even if they

wanted to get rid of him they shouldn’t have lied.”

She cocked her head to one side. “You’re probably right. Perhaps it

would have been kinder to execute the poor fool, outright.”

Dib winced. Execute him? “What did he do, anyway, to merit all this?”

“Oh, accidentally killed two of our ‘great’ leaders, caused countless

other deaths and countless amounts of property damage and general

social havoc.” She grinned.

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound too upset about this,” he

observed.

“Well, no, oh! I forgot to tell you. I’m an outlaw, a rebel leader,

as they say, High Commander Kiir of the Irken Underground. My

organization can only dream of causing as great a discord as Zim has

by accident, but of course I suppose that’s the nature of chaos.”

Dib blinked. It hadn’t occurred to him that she might not be a loyal

supporter of her race. But, as not all humans were very gung-ho about

their governments he supposed there was no reason for all aliens to be

perfectly harmonious. In fact, that wouldn’t have made much sense.

But he returned to the previous topic. “So, why exactly DIDN’T they

have him executed?” he wondered, it certainly all seemed serious enough.

She shrugged. “He was obedient and unquestioning, if overly exuberant

about it. Would you kill something that worshipped you like a god, even

if it did destroy your things?”

It was a good point. “I suppose not.”

“I didn’t think so.”

He sat there for a moment, just thinking. Would everything be

different tomorrow? So many things had happened in one evening, he’d

nearly forgotten about the Orange aliens. He wondered if Kiir knew

anything about them. He figured it was worth a shot.

He was just about to ask when once more someone knocked on the door

downstairs. This time he leapt up to get it. There was really only one

person it could be, but he was learning not to count on anything this

evening.

“I’ll be right back,” he told Kiir and dashed out of the room and

back down the stairs. He unlocked and yanked open the door, to be

presented with a slight and glaring figure.

Under most circumstances he’d have immediately told Zim to go away,

and probably thrown a few insults and nearby objects at him. Or just

slammed the door outright. But as it was he pursed his lips, a private

gesture of concern. The alien didn’t look particularly well.

“Ah, Zim?” he greeted uncertainly.

Zim narrowed his eyes.

 

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“Is Kiir here?” he demanded, glaring slightly up at the human. Dib

seemed distracted and worried had he called the Earth media? Was he

waiting for an interview?

The Dib-human frowned. “Yes.”

“Have you harmed her?” he asked suspiciously.

“Of course not!” he sounded affronted. “In don’t hurt people who don’t

attack me first, Zim.”

So Kiir had refrained from being her usual impulsive self, and so, it

seemed had the human, as Zim could recall once or twice being attacked

without direct provocation.

“Why did you send here to me, Zim,” he asked, sounding impatient.

He paused. What to say? “I was curious to see what would happen. Did

you not call your Earth news?”

 

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Dib blinked. The news? He realized that it had never even crossed his

mind that he could have easily have jumped Kiir, tied her up and had

all the evidence he would ever need that aliens existed. He could still

do that now, he supposed, but it seemed to him that it would be deeply

wrong now that he had offered her his hospitality. Besides, speaking

with her had made her a lot more of a person rather than a creature to

be dissected. He suddenly realized that the same applied to Zim.

“Um, no, I haven’t,” he replied finally.

This seemed to surprise Zim. Neither of them said anything for a

moment.

“Would you… like to come in?” Dib asked slowly. He watched the

Irken’s expression go from mild surprise to absolute shock, to deep

suspicion.

“What is this trick?” he demanded.

“No trick,” Dib said, not quite sure why he was doing this. Zim was

still probably very dangerous, well, at least as dangerous as he always

was. Dib didn’t suppose Zim’s revelation had instantly dissolved their

enmity. But the night had been full of surprises already. He let the

invitation stand.

“Then why do you invite me in your home? Are we not enemies?” Zim

demanded, giving voice to their seemingly twin thoughts.

“I just thought… you might want to talk to Kiir. And it’s cold out

and well,” he hesitated. “And she told me about… about you mission.”

Zim’s gaze became cold and sharp as iced razorblades. “Zim does not

need your pity, Dib-human,” he growled bitterly. He turned around and

started to leave.

“Wait, Zim,” he said, “It’s not pity. I’m just, sorry.”

Zim looked back over his shoulder. “Why?” he demanded.

Dib couldn’t answer.

The Irken walked away.

 

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“You can sleep here,” Dib said, showing her the room that had once

belonged to his mother. The ten years she’d been dead however, it had

come to be the ever infrequently used guest room. “I don’t know what

sleeping arrangements you’re used to, or how long you sleep but…” he

trailed off.

Kiir gave him a wry grin. “Personally I sleep as long as I can get

away with. These quarters are suitable.”

Dib smiled nervously back. “Well, good night then.”

She closed the door gently and Dib walked distractedly back to his

own room. He closed and locked the door, disrobing down to his frowny-

face patterned boxers and tossed the discarded garments into a heap in

the corner. He collapsed back onto the dark covers of his bed and

yanked off his glasses, setting them on the bedside table. His vision

instantly degraded into near nothingness, things becoming unintelligibly

blurry only about five inches from his nose. He pulled the covers up

over his slender, pale form.

He was confused. He didn’t know what he felt towards Zim but it

clearly was not the loathing it had begun as, that much was obvious.

Hate didn’t entail caring about what the person thought, or worrying

about them. But if not hate, what? He just couldn’t tell. Perhaps he

should address the matter scientifically, or at least in a reasonably

ordered approach. Alright, first. Subject: Zim, alien Invader. Or at

least he had been, Dib had no idea if he was going to continue that

occupation now. But anyway, that wasn’t on topic. For three years they

had gone to school together, been arch-rivals. For three years Zim had

been for all practical purposes the only person Dib spoke to or thought

about, the focus of his entire life. But was that only because he was

continually saving the world from him? Hypothetically, if Zim were to

renounce his bid for world domination would Dib still watch him during

class? If he were to fly away in his space ship tomorrow, never to

return, would Dib be upset? He didn’t even need to really think about

the answer. It was yes, to both of them. But why, why? THAT was the

question! He knew he cared but the question was the reason, and the

extent! Was it simply because he felt some bond of kinship, that they

were somehow the same or similar in outlook and experience? That was

part of it, oh definitely. But if it were the whole of the answer would

thoughts of the alien stalk him waking or sleeping?

Dib’s thoughts seemed to be winding themselves into some frenzied

crescendo, and he wished he could slow them down, sort them out and

catalogue them. He was terrible at analyzing his own emotions. But who

did he have to talk to? Not Zim himself certainly! His father wouldn’t

bother to listen and he didn’t even know Kiir. He didn’t know anyone.

Evidently he didn’t even know himself. He’d ask his sister, Gaz, but

she’d only make some smart remark about how he must be in lo-

 

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Damn.

To be continued…

Woooo. Interesting place to leave it, ne? Well, feedback is

appreciated, I’m afraid it’s gonna be two weeks until the next chapter

but fear not! That means it’ll be super good and super long!

Read it? Review it!

Cognitive Dissonance

 

An action packed romantic Invader Zim epic

By LejindaryBunny

A/N: Sorry this is a day late, FFNET wouldn’t let me into my account

yesterday. I nearly blew up the computer.!. First off, chapters from

here on will come with titles. I also went back and titled the first

three, sorry if thatannoys anyone.

Woo, I finally got my scanner for Christmas so so some of my artwork

is now up! Anybody have a nice website where I can put it up? It’s at

http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/agal.php?id=61483 (most of it’s for

this fic, there’s one of the Oranges, and one of a scene form this

chapter and more!) but I think somewhere Zim related to put it might be

pretty nice. Speaking of pretty, glad everybody liked the ending for l

ast chapter. I was rather partial to itm’self.

So we’re getting into the more slashy stuff here like I

promised, at least in concept. I like mushy romance but I always have

to build up to and explain it and give it time, otherwise it feels

really fake and forced. Not that fluff isn’t nice and won’t be here at

all, but well, you can probably tell I like plot and theme etcetera.

Skragg, I called it an epic, didn’t I? And that’s what it will be.

Enough blabber, read the chapter!

Disclaimer: Maybe we fan writers could all donate five dollars and

buy the rights to Invader Zim from Nickelodeon together!

Chapter IV… In which there is yet more angst, Kiir goes to school,

the Orange aliens make there nasty reappearance and Zim does several

somethings which are unexpected.

Zim was standing on the bridge over the canal. He had meant to head

back to the base, but he had lingered walking so slowly as to barely be

moving at all, until he had just stopped, leaning over and watching the

water as it flowed away. It was water that might flow out into some

Earth sea, or simply out of a human tap to be imbibed or just poured

down the drain, and he’d would never know. He remembered the oceans of

Irk, vast expanses of a silvery liquid that humans called mercury,

which was poisonous to them. But he’d never see those oceans again,

unless he had a death wish.

He glared down at the dark substance, reft of it’s blue color by the

lack of sunlight, and he was suddenly filled with an irrational anger

towards the Earth itself. For a moment he entertained the idea of

destroying it all with one great explosion, the vision of fire and

death briefly bringing a twisted grin to his lips. But it was just a

fantasy, infeasible and more likely to create problems than actually

solve any of his current ones. Much as he hated the pathetic human

stink monkeys Earth was the only place he knew at all besides his

home world. No, if there was anyone the wanted to wreak slow and

terrible vengeance against, it was the Tallest.

Zim’s eyes narrowed and his fists clenched as the treasonous thoughts

permeated his mind. Yes, bringing screaming agonic doom to those two

would be sweet, he could envision it, the two of them cowering before

him, begging for their lives, begging for the end to be quick. But Zim

would have no mercy. He saw himself laughing as the Massive’s self

destruct mechanism counted down. Certainly he could come up with a

masterful plan that he could bring to such a crescendo, the question was

only in the carrying out. Kiir, with similar goals in mind had had a

thousand or more at her back and look where it had gotten her. Of

course Kiir was no where near as brilliant as he was.

He grimaced, suddenly hearing Dib’s voice in his mind, taunting as

always.

‘Oh yeah, Zim?’ the Dib-thought sneered. ‘If you’re so smart and

powerful why did they get rid of you? How come I beat you every time?’

He glared back down at the water. Why was it always that one’s face

that haunted him, the pitiful human, the only thing that ever stood

between Zim and his goals. He should have killed him long ago, it would

have been easy to make it look like an accident, or Dib’s own stupidity.

It had crossed his mind a thousand times, that course of action, and

yet it was always only idle speculation, never a truly considered

action. Something always stayed his hand.

He could have done it done it a few minutes ago, at the human’s door

step, with the searing pain of loss still fresh within his veins.

‘Would you… like to come in?’

Oh, he could have throttled him then. What did the human think he was

playing at? How dare he? He didn’t know what he was saying, he couldn’t.

Because Zim had never said anything, never done anything… Not when it

would endanger, maybe even destroy his mission. And not when Dib hated

him, anyway.

He sighed. There was what always kept him from killing the human, no

matter how much easier it might have been to conquer the Earth. Despite

the fact that he could never admit it, despite the fact that there was

absolutely no sane reason for it to be so, for the longest time he had

been in love with the human creature called Dib.

Zim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms on the bridge rail and resting

his chin on them. How stupid was that? He, Zim, the great and terrible

had fallen for a human. Oh, how the Tallest would laugh if they new

that. That alone would justify his banishment. Not that it mattered

what the they thought anymore. But what was he supposed to do about it?

Even supposing that, since his mission was a skragging FRAUD and he

could confess his true feelings, what would he say?

‘Oh, yes, hi Dib, I know you’re out to kill me and everything, but

did you know I’m madly in love with you?’

Feh, to Dib he was some sort of bug eyed monster to be dissected on

an autopsy table and make him famous. Wasn’t he? Now he didn’t know.

“Do you want to come in?” he mimed in a mocking imitation of Dib’s

voice. “I’m just, sorry.” He shook his head and muttered. “Dear Tal-“

he stopped grimacing and glared now, at the stars. “Dear GOD,” he

snarled vengefully upward, “Do you hear that? I’m using human curses!

HUMAN! Do you hear that?! DO YOU!?” he yelled and shook his fist. “HA!

Hahaha! HA!!”

He snapped his gaze around and shook his hand in a quick, dismissive

gesture, turning to face the street and lean on the rail. It didn’t

matter whether they could hear him or not, he’d made up his mind right

then. He didn’t know quite what he would do but there was no point in

trying to go back for either redemption or vengeance. He turned his back

on the Tallest as they had turned on him. For better or for worse the

Earth was his home now.

He snorted, and with one last glance at the canal that had begun his

flow of thoughts he pushed off the guard rail and started back towards

his house, letting his ties to the Empire slip away like water down an

Earth drain.

 

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Dib’s alarm clock buzzed with a terrible fury, jarring him from

peaceful repose and forcing him to swat at it blindly and indeftly

hoping one of his blows would cease it’s time keeping retribution.

After six or so tries the digital beast’s cries were silence but if he

had finally broken it or simply managed to shut the thing off for

another twenty-four hours he didn’t know. He didn’t particularly care

either. He felt around on the table for his glasses, and upon finding

them, sat up stiffly and with bleary, morning difficulty. He forced the

spectacles roughly into place on his nose, the world once more coming

into scientifically wrought focus, visually at least.

For a moment the morning was like any other, but, yawning and running

a hand through the tangled mess that he grudgingly consented to call

his hair, Dib remembered something. The events of the last evening came

flooding back like the bursting of a dam, the disappearing orange

aliens, Kiir, Zim’s bad news and his own personal revelation. He

closed his eyes and fell back into bed with a ‘flump’, his head,

thankfully hitting the pillow and not the wall. he sighed, wonderful.

He was just sooooo glad he’d remembered that.

Well, it couldn’t be helped he supposed. One couldn’t simply unthink

things, especially when they were, nng… true. It didn’t change

anything anyway, since the emotions had been there before, if nameless.

Although he wasn’t likely to ever be able to look Zim in the face again.

Zim probably wouldn’t be in school today anyway. Which reminded him,

what the heck was he going to do with Kiir while he was gone all day?

He didn’t feel quite secure leaving her in the house, just in case, but

she didn’t have any sort of disguise. Well, he shrugged, sitting up

again, no one ever noticed Zim and his disguise was minimalist at the

very best. Kiir at least had real hair, she could just put her antennae

back and if he came in and announced to everyone that she was an alien

no one would give her a second thought.

Dib rolled his eyes. Funny, how that worked. Just because he said

something it was automatically ‘wrong’. He stood up and pulled on a pair

of jeans, his t-shirt and boots. he ran a hand though his hair, it

never got much less messy than that anyway. He walked out his door and

knocked on that of the guest room a few paces later.

Kiir opened it immediately, eyes bright behind her strange glasses and

a grin on her face. “Well, it looks like I did find somebody who can

sleep longer than me.”

Oh, dear. How long had she been up? “Um, sorry. How long do you

sleep?”

She shrugged. ” Up to six or seven hours if I’m feeling really,

REALLY lazy. I only need three or so, and I can run on one if I drink

a pot of coffee.”

Dib nodded, then he stopped, blinking. “Wait, you have COFFEE in

outer space?”

She rolled her eyes, leaning on the doorway. “Kid,” she said with a

patronizing smirk. “EVERYBODY has coffee, Ugclusian stench slugs have

coffee. It’s like, one of the natural elements of the universe.”

“Oh.” He blinked and shook his head slightly. Okay then, there went

his sense of the normal order of things for the morning. “Well uh,

sorry to keep you waiting for so long then.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I took apart you clock and then put it back

together again.”

“… does it still work?”

“Aheh, define work.”

Dib just looked at her for a minute and then dropped the subject. He

could probably fix whatever she’d done to it later anyway. “Don’t worry

about it. Uh, would you mind coming to skool with me today?” He hoped

she wouldn’t object.

She squinted one eye. “Skool? Whasat?”

He forgotten that she didn’t know. “It’s a place where human children

and adolescents go TO learn things.” Or to be tormented, he thought

privately.

“Hnnnn, seeing as I’ll probably be stuck on this planet for a while

that’s probably not a bad idea. But won’t other humans be freaked out

by the way I look?” She raised an eyebrow. “I was under the impression

that your Earthers hadn’t made interstellar contact yet.”

“Ah, yeah, I thought of that already. Just pull your antennae back,

tell them you’re my cousin. I’ll take care of the rest.” He fished a

hair band from his pocket and handed it to her.

She regarded the ting incredulously for a moment, then taking it

fastened her hair back with her antennae, into a cute little poof

pony-tail with two longer black bits.

She pursed her lips. “Somehow this seems just a bit inadequate.”

“You’d be surprised how stupid most humans are,” he said darkly.

She raised her eyebrow, smirking. “You don’t think very highly of

your own race.”

“Never mind,” he shook his head. She probably wouldn’t have a very

high opinion of them either after a day of Hi Skool. “Come on, we have

to go. My car sometimes times takes a few minutes to start.”

She gave him a curious look but followed him down the hall and out

the front door.

His car, a sleek, black thing that had been a piece of junk when he’d

gotten it, was parked on the street. He’d been working on it the three

months since he’d gotten his license; it looked nice now, and had all

sorts of fancy equipment and it ran quite well… provided of course that

he could get it to start. He would have offered Gaz a ride but she had

started going to a Gurlz Skool since year before last.

Dib unlocked the door.

“This is an Earth transport?” Kiir asked interestedly.

He nodded. “It doesn’t fly I’m afraid.” He was working on it though.

“You get in that door,” he said, indicating the passenger’s side. “Just

pull the handle.”

He got into the driver’s seat as she entered opposite him. He

fastened his seatbelt, showing the alien how to do the same. He turned

the ignition key.

The car growled. Aside from that, nothing happened.

Dib’s gaze darkened and he sighed. Evidently it was going to be one

of those days.

 

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When Did hadn’t shown up by the time the bell to begin class rang,

Zim wondered if there had been a point in coming today. He wasn’t

really studying the human race anymore, he had no ‘social life’ and

classes were simply torment upon torment. Granted he no longer had to

put up with the doom that was Ms. Bitters since starting Hi Skool and

that was a blessing. He drummed his gloved fingers on the desk, bored

even before the beginning of homeroom.

Mrs. Drone, the short, dumpy teacher was standing at the front of the

classroom as usual, eyes vacant. Today however there was someone beside

her, a new student, he supposed. Zim regarded the class addition. It

was male, and there would have been absolutely nothing remarkable about

him except for the fact that he was so utterly and completely normal as

to be unreal. He had to have been exactly average height, with the most

singularly uninteresting brown hair and eyes ever seen. His skin was

neither dark nor light and there were no visible birth marks. He wore

no glasses and his clothes were a nondescript grey t-shirt and jeans.

He looked like a diagram of the quintessential human. It was weird,

people like that just didn’t happen. Zim stared.

“Class, this is our new student,” Mrs. Drone said flatly. “His name

is John Doe.”

“Hello,” John said. “It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled, his eyes

however stayed completely vacant and devoid of emotion.

It was the creepiest thing Zim had ever seen. What ever that guy was

he was NOT human, there was no way. It was just, wrong.

“Take your seat please John,” she nodded to a vacant seat in the back

of the class.

He walked down through the rows of desks, smiling at Zim as he passed.

Zim shuddered, watching him sit down. The rest of the class he noticed

was completely devoid of interest. Zim shook his head, how could they

think that, that thing, whatever it was, was their own species? In a

lot of ways the thing was more obviously not human than he was!

“Alright class, remember your year book order forms are due-“

The door flew open and all attention fell to it as Dib walked into

the room.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said irritated, “My car wouldn’t start.”

Oh, of course, Zim thought, that car of his.

The teacher sighed. “Have a seat Mr. Membrane, and introduce us to

your guest if you please.”

Zim now caught sight of the figure lingering behind him, it was Kiir,

of course, and she didn’t look particularly disguised, except that her

antennae weren’t visible.

Dib gave a triumphant looking grin. “This is Kiir, she’s, an ALIEN.”

Zim’s eyes grew wide, he thought Dib wasn’t going to TELL anyone! So

he’d just been saving it for skool?

He saw Kiir roll her eyes, “I’m his COUSIN,” she said in practiced

tones. “You’re such a freak Dib,” she whapped him on the shoulder

lightly.

The rest of the class murmured in agreement and went back to minding

it’s own business, heedless now, of anything unusual.

Ah, now Zim understood, it was what humans called reverse psychology,

tricking people into b doing or believing what you wanted by telling

them to do the opposite. Dib must have decided that since no one ever

believed what he said about Zim no one would believe him this time. It

was solid logic actually.

But Dib’s appearance reminded him of something he’d almost completely

forgotten. The aliens from the night before, who had apparently

disappeared and quite possibly still be on the planet. What if one of

them was in the class right now? He looked over at John Doe.

 

---

 

Dib sat down, noticing, with some surprise, that Zim WAS in class. He

looked quickly away, a slight blush as he had feared, coming to his

cheeks. He looked around the rest of the class room, glad that Kiir had

remembered what he told her to do and hoping the rest of the day went

as smoothly. His eyes searching for a more Earthly and less embarrassing

target fell on someone he’d never seen before. It was the most

uninteresting person he’d ever seen, so utterly common place that his

eyes almost didn’t recognize the fact that he was there. It was like

someone was saying, I’m supposed to be here, don’t bother looking at me.

It was the strangest sensation Dib had ever felt. Despite the strange

urge to look at something else he now watched the boy, curiosity and

suspicion aroused.

He raised his hand.

“Yes Dib?” the teacher asked.

“Ah, do we have a new student Mrs. Drone?”

She nodded, and gestured to him. “John Doe, if you’d been here

earlier Dib, you’d know that.”

John smiled at him. “Hello Dib, it’s nice to meet you.” His voice was

like some perfect computer imitation of a normal, pleasant voice.

Something about it gave Dib shivers. There was something not right at

work here, he could feel it. There was something bent about the space

that ‘John Doe’ occupied, something that made Dib’s heart go ice cold

with the aura of wrongness. It was a feeling Dib could swear he’d had

before. His eyes bored metaphorical holes into the back of the ‘new

student’s’ head. And as though he knew he was being watched John slowly

turned around to look back at him.

For just a moment their eyes met, searching amber against vacant

brown, John smiled at him and Dib’s stomach turned to lead. In the

instant before it turned back around Dib knew the creature that was

sitting in the desk. The cold brown eyes were no different than the

staring spherical white orbs of the Orange aliens.

Dib looked away, looked out the window, feeling somehow tainted and

drained. That was no new student, that was definitely one of the scary

aliens he’d met the night before. He realized he’d never asked Kiir

about them. Should he do that now? It looked as though the Oranges

must be shape shifters or something, and that made them who knew how

many times more dangerous. And one thing was clearly apparent now,

these things were definitely NOT benign.

 

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Kiir tapped her pencil boredly on the notebook Dib had given her.

Places of learning? Please, she’d been to more interesting funeral and

more enlightening prisons. These human things were very, not, much,

just in general, not much to look at, not much to talk to. She’d tried

to start up a conversation with the girl in the seat next to her but

the creature had only said something about ‘cheerleaders’ not talking

to ‘goths’. Apparently the Earthlings had some sort of social caste

system in effect that Dib had failed to mention. So she’d just doodled

on her paper for a while, as whenever she tried to listen to the

teacher she started to fall asleep. It had been maybe two or three

hours by the clock that somehow seemed to work twice as slowly as the

ones she’d seen in Dib’s house. She tore a page out of the spiraled

notebook and scribbled a message on it.

/Hey Zim, do we EVER get to leave? This is worse than the Academy.

How are you feeling by the way?/

She wadded up the paper and flicked it in her fellow alien’s

direction. It hit him in the back of the head. He turned around and

glared at her. She grinned and waved lazily at him, he was always so

serious all the time. She pointed at the paper on the floor. ‘Pick it

up,’ she mouthed, ‘it’s a note.’

He squinted and pursed his lips irritatedly but picked it up. She

watched the back of his head as he read it and wrote back. She looked

away, attention span depleted for the moment, and watched the human

Dib writing something. Then the ball of paper hit HER in the head. She

grabbed the note and stuck her tongue out at Zim, who smirked smugly

back. So maybe he wasn’t serious ALL the time.

She uncrinkled the note and read it.

/Lunch is in ten minutes. Whatever you do, DO NOT eat the food,

whatever you DO! I MEAN it. I’m just fine. Dib hasn’t tried to dissect

you has he?/

She blinked. Dissect her? Don’t eat the food? She chewed on the end

of her pencil.

/Why not, is their something wrong with the food? You don’t LOOK

fine. You look edgy. Dib said he didn’t think you’d be here. Is

something wrong? You can tell me. Dissect me? Why the frakk would he

do that?/

She tossed it back and this time he caught it midair. She kept her

eyes on him this time and did the same thing a moment later when he

tossed it back. Zim looked disappointed that he hadn’t hit her again.

/YES! It’s practically poison! I’m FINE! Honestly, well as fine as I

can be. Dib’s an alien fanatic, he’s tried to dissect me a few times.

Glad to hear you’re still in possession of your squeedly-spooch./

Kiir glared irritatedly at Zim and then looked back at Dib. He LOOKED

harmless enough.

/You skragging jerk! You sent me to his house thinking he might do

that?! When I get my hand on you I’m gonna

“Ms. Kiir!” a voice snapped.

She looked up to see the teacher standing over her. “Yeah?”

“I don’t know how it is in YOUR school but here we do not pass notes.

Give that to me now.”

She frowned. This human thing thought she could tell High Commander

Kiir what to do? “No,” she said firmly.

“No? That’s it missy, I don’t care if you ARE a visitor, you are

staying right here during lunch where I can keep an eye on you.”

“What?!” she clenched her fists. Then she glanced over at Dib, he

was making a jerking motion across his throat. She realized that any

violence done against this teacher worm would probably result in him

being punished for it. Which would probably result in her getting

kicked out of his house. She slumped back in the hard, fiberglass chair.

“Fine,” she snapped sullenly, “I don’t want any of your skraggy Earth

lunch anyway.”

The teacher gave her an odd look, then glanced over at Zim, shook her

head and marched back to the front of the classroom.

 

---

 

Dib sighed, dropping his head onto his notebook painfully. Of course

Kiir would have to go and back talk the teacher. It was lucky that she

hadn’t gotten him in trouble as well. He wondered what had been on the

note she and Zim were passing. But he didn’t have time to think about

that, he had only five minutes before lunch to come up with how he was

going to confront ‘John’. He figured that if it was in the middle of

the cafeteria the alien wouldn’t be able to do anything TOO scary and

evil. And those were definitely the words that Dib would use to

describe the Oranges, scary and evil.

He wondered if Zim could tell that John was an alien, he didn’t know

if the Irken would be able to pick up on the subtle inhumanities of the

thing. Even if he did notice, would he care? He didn’t think somehow

that he would be in the sort of mental place for anything except anger

or depression. Dib thought a good parallel for what Zim must be going

though would be if he suddenly found out that Zim really WAS just a

kid with a skin condition. Except that Zim didn’t look that much more

unhappy than usual.

The lunch bell rang and Dib practically shot out of his chair and

to the door. Outside he pressed himself against the wall at the left,

watching from the corner of his eye as everyone filed out. And then

there was John, padding out of the classroom with a strange stiff sort

of ease. He didn’t seem to notice Dib as he followed the other students

down the hall. Once the creature was several paces ahead Dib carefully

started after him, stifling his footsteps and staring intently at his

hopefully unsuspecting quarry. Once they were safely in the lunch room

he could spring his denouncement on the alien.

But the thing in human guise didn’t go all the way to the cafeteria

with the other students, he took a left turn down the seldom used

hallway that had once belonged to the art department, before they’d

added on the new wing. Dib stared suspiciously. Where did he think he

was going? The self proclaimed paranormal investigator looked around,

and seeing no one else did something foolish. He followed the malignant

being down the empty corridor alone.

 

---

 

Zim didn’t linger in the room as he usually did at lunch time, as

soon as he saw ‘John Doe’ rise from his seat he climbed from his own,

intent on discovering this non-human’s secrets. He followed him slowly

from the room, giving Kiir a negligent wave as he left. He’d ambush him

in the hallway, before he got to the safety of the cafeteria. But just

before he exited the room he saw someone swing into position behind the

John-thing ahead of him. It was Dib. So it seemed that he too had

recognized the ‘new student’ as well. Zim had thought he might. In his

mind Zim rearranged his plans. He would follow them both, see what Dib

did and adapt to the situation. Maybe that way he could learn something

with out announcing his own presence. He grinned, striding silently

behind them. Neither of them seemed to notice.

Zim saw the human balk as the creature turned down an empty passage.

Would Dib keep following him. If this ‘John’ was as advanced and not

good as he seemed it was a potentially very dangerous situation for Dib

to be alone with it, especially, if as he was wont to, Dib announced

his intentions to it. Honestly, sometimes the human just wasn’t that

bright. Zim shook his head.

And of course Dib did indeed follow John down the corridor. No weapon,

no back up, no knowing what he was getting into. Didn’t he realize that

the creature probably KNEW it was being followed? Zim hurried after the

two.

 

---

 

‘John’ had picked up his pace and Dib didn’t dare walk any faster for

fear of being heard, and so he’d fallen well behind when he saw the

brown haired figure disappear around a corner. Afraid he would lose him,

the goth picked up the pace just a little and swung around the same

sharp right turn. What he found there was nothing, a dead end, and no

one there. Dib looked around. Had the thing just disappeared again?

There were no classrooms to be ducked into, and he’d seen them make an

entire ship disappear the night before.

Dib was about to turn around and go back to the cafeteria when he

felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up, and his skin trembled

with goose bumps. Something grabbed him.

He screamed.

Seven orange tentacles wrapped themselves around his body, holding

him two feet in the air as he struggled to get loose. The coils curled

all over his body, covering his mouth and slinking around his chest,

holding him, pulling him in the tightest grip he had ever felt. But

that wasn’t all they were doing. From deep inside him Dib could feel

his strength being drained from, he was growing weaker, his kicks

becoming more feeble with each second that ticked away. His vision was

dimming, it had only been maybe five seconds and he was already about

to fall unconscious.

Something whizzed past his head and the tentacle creature reeled and

gave an inhuman wail, dropping him to the floor where he landed

heavily and painfully on his side. Through dim vision he saw someone’s

booted feet.

He heard a laser fire again, and the beast’s howl.

“Eat this!!” the booted shooter yelled. It was Zim’s voice. He fired

again.

Dib could see orange appendages flailing above him, and the thing

gave one last shriek of fury before winking out of existence.

 

---

 

Zim hadn’t been around the corner yet when he’d heard Dib yell, but

he’d come running. The sight he beheld was a gruesome one, a sticklike

orange monster with thick, ropy tentacles help a limply kicking Dib

in it’s grasp, and seemed to be pulsing as if sucking something from

the human it had caught.

The Irken hadn’t thought, just reacted, whipping his laser out of his

pak and firing. Though the setting had been on kill, the beast hadn’t

been felled, but it thankfully dropped Dib so that he could get a

clearer shot.

“Eat this!!”

The monster shuddered, and Zim was almost on the verge of panicking.

What sort of creature was unaffected by Irken death pistols?

Desperately he shot one more time, hoping the weapon would have SOME

affect. Thankfully it seemed to at least cause the thing pain because,

whip like tentacles flailing it suddenly turned two blank white eyes at

him and vanished.

He stared a moment at the space where the creature had been. How

could it just disappear like that? It wasn’t possible!

Dib coughed. Zim hurried towards and stood over him, looking down at

the shuddering form. “Are you injured Dib-human?” He asked, unable to

keep the sharp note of concern form his voice.

The boy gave another weak cough and forced himself into a sitting

position, wincing, Zim assumed, from pain. “I’m… fine.” He rubbed the

back of his head.

Zim squinted an eye. “You do not appear fine,” he criticized.

Dib scowled. “That thing, jumped me. What are you doing here anyway

Zim?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was attempting to discern the nature of our ‘new friend’, he was

obviously not one of you pathetic humans.” Now, what it actually WAS

was the question of the moment.

“You picked up on that too, huh?” he leaned against the wall, looking

uncomfortable. “That’s exactly what I was doing.”

Zim snorted. “And you were doing an inferior job of it as always. You

are fortunate I was here to rescue you or I doubt you would still be

living.”

Dib furrowed his brow, looking confused. It was an oddly charming

expression. “Yeah, um, WHY exactly did you do that? Wouldn’t I have

been out of your way then?”

Zim didn’t speak for a moment, on the verge of saying something

stupid. He frowned. “The Earth is Zim’s territory, I will not allow

any others to intrude on it.” That was the truth, basically.

“Oh, but um,” he seemed to be struggling with something. “Does that

mean you’re still going to take over the Earth even though-“

“The supposed goals of my former superiors no longer concern me,” he

snapped, cutting Dib off. “Your stupid Earth monkeys are safe, from me

anyway.” He glanced at the place where the orange creature had been.

“But you said-“

“The Earth is my territory,” he smirked. “Don’t think you can be rid

of me so easily.”

 

---

 

Dib was more than a little confused. Maybe he had hit his head a

little too hard, because he was pretty sure that Zim had just not only

saved his life but announced that he was going to stay on Earth without

conquering it. Was Zim deliberately trying to throw him off his guard or

something? He looked up at the human clad figure much more familiar and

reassuring with his confident smirk than the creepy, malignant ‘John Doe’.

If Zim stopped trying to take over the world what was he going to do

on Earth? What was Dib going to do with his time? “Does, this mean we

have a, truce, or something?” he ventured cautiously.

The alien regarded him, and he felt his face growing slightly hot. He

looked down at the ground.

“You would honor such a truce?” Dib heard him ask. “No more spying or

threats of autopsy?”

He thought about this. Without his campaign against Zim his would be

very, very different. But maybe if they had a truce… He looked up,

and nodded. “I promise.”

Zim smirked down at him, and he could have sworn that it was almost,

but not quite, a genuine smile. “Done then. The war is finished.” He

paused, and then spoke again. “Was that one of the aliens from the ship?”

“Yeah,” Dib nodded. “It had less arms last night though. I think it

can shape shift.”

“That will make it a difficult opponent,” Zim sat down against the

opposite wall of the corridor. “When it had you, it was doing,

something, was it not?”

“It was like it was sucking out all of my energy,” he said

uncomfortably. Recalling the sensation was not pleasant, he shivered.

He ran a hand through his hair, still feeling unusually weak. He looked

up at Zim. Was he really not going to attack Earth anymore? And was Dib

right in thinking that he had implied that he would help against the

Oranges? It certainly seemed so.

The alien looked thoughtful. “There are certain parasite species that

siphon energy from their hosts, but none that I know are more complex

or dangerous than your cockroaches. Likewise there are some

shape shifting creatures that can take small and simple forms, but I

have never seen anything that did both, or either on the scale that this

appears to.”

“These,” Dib said, remembering the night before. “There were two that

I saw, one with white eyes, this one I think, and one with blue eyes.

It was like they could see right through the bushes I was in and to me.

And then they disappeared, like just a minute ago.”

Zim frowned. “Such teleportation should not be possible without a lot

of equipment. If there were two where is the other?”

“With the ship?” Dib suggested, “Wherever that is. I was going to go

back to check out the landing sight this morning but with Kiir and all

I didn’t get around to it.”

It was so strange, sitting there with Zim exchanging information

instead of threats or insults or blows. Not wrong, just strange. Maybe

this was the way things were supposed to be. They were allies now, or

so it seemed. Could they be friends? Or even- He cut his own thought

off, looking away. Don’t spoil it! he thought furiously.

“Perhaps you should go this evening. I will come with you, I have

scanning equipment that you do not have access to. We will bring Kiir.”

Dib looked up. Zim was taking charge just like that, his strong,

arrogant personality seeming adapting to the new situation quickly and

easily. “Since when are you leader?” he demanded, though there was very

little edge in his voice.

“Since I said so,” Zim quipped with a grin. “Do you have a problem,

Dib-human?”

Dib pouted, crossing his arms. “I adamantly refuse to take any orders

from you, that I don’t like,” he said. After all, he really didn’t want

to make him decide that the truce was a bad idea. If Zim wanted to play

leader, why shouldn’t he let him, as long as it didn’t get them killed.

Zim pursed his lips. “Fine, but you will have no cause to object to

my superior leadership.”

Dib rolled his eyes. “Still the same Zim. You always think you’re

sooooo special.”

“Think? I am the great Zim! I AM special!” he sneered.

“Yeah?” he snorted.

“Yeah.” Zim crossed his arms.

Dib laughed and shook his head. Well, he was certainly SOMETHING, all

right. God, I’m such an idiot, he thought to himself. In love with

a space invader. It sounds like the plot for a bad sci-fi soap opera:

‘Attack of the Curse of the Revenge of the Return of the Brain Sucking

Soul Stealers from Irk, Part VII a Love Story’. He laughed again.

“Something funny, human?” Zim demanded curiously.

Dib shrugged, smiling. “We’re not trying to kill each other. Don’t

you think that’s a little weird, funny even?”

He watched Zim think for a moment, and then nod. “You are right. It

is rather humorous in an ironic way. Would you prefer to be plotting

each other’s respective deaths?”

“No,” he said immediately, this was much better.

Zim surprised him by agreeing right away. “Neither would I. So don’t

complain.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” Dib insisted, “just commenting.”

“Well fine then.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Zim stuck his tongue out. “Nyah.”

Dib returned the gesture. “Nyah nyah!”

“You think you can out ‘nyah’ Zim?!” he stood up, leering down at him.

“Yeah! Nyah!” Dib tried to stand up a little to quickly forgetting

the drain he’d suffered and he toppled back down painfully. “OW!” He

winced.

“Are you alright?” Zim asked, his expression changing from amused

disdain to, was that concern or had Dib hit his head again?

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, wincing again. “That thing just took more

out of me than I thought.”

Zim rolled his eyes. ” Do you require assistance, Dib-Human?”

[A/N: this is the scene with the pic!]

“No!” he insisted, trying to heave himself up under his own power

and failing, sliding back to the floor.

Zim gave him a condescending glance and, overriding Dib’s sputtered

objections, grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him to his feet. Dib

blinked. The skinny alien was a lot stronger than he looked. He turned

away, hoping to god that Zim had NOT seen him blush.

“Do you need to see the skool nurse, Dib?” he heard Zim ask behind

him.

Dib, his blush under control now turned around. “No, I’m fine really.

You know, you confuse me Zim. I think I have you all figured out and

then you go and change on me.”

Zim just stood there, looking at him, and Dib wondered what was going

on in his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but just then the

bell to end lunch rang. He shook his head. “Come on Dib, or we’ll get

detention for being late to class.”

To be continued…

Well, thanks for waiting for the chapter. *grin* Hope ya liked it. As

of right now it’s ten at night on Christmas. And since the chapter’s

over I feel free to blather all I want about my Christmas. I got a

hundred bucks total from various relatives. My friend Bridget and I are

going out to the mall Saturday to blow it all. (She got a genuine

Italian leather jacket! I’m jealous!) We’re gonna go to Hot Topic of

course. Along with the scanner I got a stylus interface thingy. It’s

basically a mouse shaped like a pen so I can do better art on the ‘puter.

My brother got a PS2 (finally!) and I plan to highjack it as soon as

possible. I spent most of the day watching him play Kingdom Hearts.

(Which, by the way is tres cute.) He got Final Fantasy 10 and Lord of

the Rings Two Towers. Heh, gee, can ya tell who told mom what games to

get for ‘him’? (For me is more like it!) I got a couple of CDs I wanted.

The Eminem show, (I love ‘Hailie’s Song’) System of a Down: ‘Steal this

Album’. (It really looks like a burnt CD, it’s funny!) and the new

3 Doors Down: ‘Away from the Sun’. (I love them, I saw a concert last

summer, don’t make fun of me!)I got sketchbooks from all my cheap ass

relatives, but that’s okay, I go through the paper faster that you could

believe. Well, maybe you could believe it if you draw too. That’s

pretty much it. I guess the scanner and stylus were pretty expensive.

Did I mention you need to go look at my art? Oh wait, no, I remember,

in my stocking my dad gave me a hand puppet of a chicken. I put a

spiked bracelet around it’s neck, an earring in it’s comb and named him

Mister Cluck-cluck. Who thinks I should take him to school and pretend

I think he’s a real person?

Well that’s all for now. More soon. Very soon.

Read it? Review it!

A/N: A big hello to all my readers and especially my reviewers. Your

 

support keeps me from thinking my writing must be crap. If you go and

see my fan art at http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/agal.php?id=61483

please remember to leave me a review there to. I know the art’s not

very good but it’s the best I can do at the moment. I’m working on

getting on elfwood to.

If anybody here’s a fan of Harry Potter and/or thinks making fun of

Mary-Sues is really funny, go read my short humor/parody fic, Mary-

Sues Guild.

Disclaimer: What is this ‘koppirite’ of which you speak? Lejindarybunny

knows not of your barbaric earth concepts of thought ownership.

Chapter 5… In which Kiir plays mind games and what the hell are the

Oranges doing anyway?

Kiir’s hooded eyes drooped, glazing with boredom. She drummed her

gloved fingers slowly on the desktop. She was the only person left in

the classroom while everyone else was at lunch. Well, not quite the

everyone, the dumpy teacher-human sat behind her desk eating something

out of a bowl, some sort of liquid with chunks of stuff in it. Probably

some sort of earth soup. Every once in a while the teacher would look

up at her, shake her head and go back to eating.

The alien girl figured that the woman was probably suspicious of her,

after all, these humans couldn’t possibly be as stupid as they looked,

could they? And Kiir certainly wasn’t very well disguised, even though

the sensation of having her antennae bound back was driving her nuts.

For a human it was a sensation equivalent to having a rubber band

stretched between your ears and across your nose, only worse. She would

have dearly loved to shake them loose, if only for a minute or two, but

she suspected that doing so would most likely shatter whatever thin film

of possibility that she was human existed. She tilted her head back and

looked blearily at the ceiling tiles. One… two… three, she counted.

How long did these humans have for lunch? It must have been hours by

now. She glanced over at the clock. Twenty minutes, it had only been

twenty minutes. Why did it feel like time was going so slowly? Maybe

Earth revolved more slowly on it’s axis than planets in the Irken

system did. Or maybe this ‘Skool’ thing was just boring her to death.

It felt more like organized torture than education, and she’d thought

the Academy had been bad. She was beginning to count her blessing, half

breed or no, that she hadn’t been born an Earth child.

Ten… eleven… twelve ceiling tiles. Or was she at thirteen? She’d

lost count. She yawned widely and put her head down on the desk. She

tapped the button on the side of her optic enhancers, opening the link

to her ship’s computer, but repairs weren’t done yet and all she got

was static. With a sigh she closed the link and looked up at the

teacher, who luckily hadn’t noticed. She ran a finger over the symbol

on the front of her shirt, the insignia of the Irken Underground. From

what she had seen of the human alphabet, the rebel design looked

something like a swirling letter ‘d’ intertwined on it’s right side

with a ‘c’. She sighed for the loss of her pet revolution, not exactly

for the people themselves, or even for the goals, but for the

experience. The life of a space bandit was rough and thrilling. The

life of the leader of space bandits was rough, thrilling, glorious and

profitable. Up until of course, as always seemed to happen in data files

and old stories, that fatal time when everything fell through and the

authorities caught on to you. Then it simply went back to being rough.

There was no telling how long she was going to stay on this planet, so

far out of the way that as far as she knew it didn’t even have so much

as a way station for interstellar travelers. It had precious few of the

comforts of home and fewer still those she was used to as High Commander.

Well, she supposed that was all the better for a fugitive.

And fugitive she was. Surely her absence from the dead and captured

had been noticed by now. There would be police searches, inquiries, a

reward definitely high enough to attract citizen prank calls and

wanna-be bounty hunters. Skragg, maybe even high enough to attract some

serious bounty hunters. She was after all a highly dangerous personage.

And behind it all would be her uncle. There was no doubt in her mind

that if anyone was to blame for all the trouble in her life, everything

from her being expelled, the extreme fervency of the man-hunt it was

her dear old Uncle Purple.

She gave a derisive snort, causing the teacher to glance up at her.

But a bored frown and a shrug gave the woman no reason to keep watching

and Kiir went back to her thoughts, rueful as they were. Yes, amazing

as it was for others to believe she was flesh and blood of one of the

‘almighty’ Tallest. That was the problem. She was a source of

embarrassment to her Uncle, he feared what people might think were they

to know that their leader’s bloodline had been ‘despoiled’. Or at least

this was what Kiir surmised, she didn’t technically have any proof.

Although their meeting were few and far between even when she had been

on the ‘right’ side of the law, her Uncle had never been at all hostile

or even veiledly discourteous, but then, he was a politician after all.

She looked up at the clock again and found that no more than five

minutes had passed. She shook her head irritated.

“Hey, um, teacher,” she said, breaking the thick silence.

The woman’s gaze snapped up. “My name is Mrs. Drone,” she said in a

touchy sort of way.

“Ah, right, hey, when exactly does lunch end anyway?”

The dumpy human looked up at the clock. “The bell will be ringing in

just a moment. As you are not actually my student I can’t force you to

pay attention, but I trust when we return to lessons you will not do

anything to distract the class?”

“Yeah, sure,” she waved nonchalantly.

The teacher gave a her a look, silently for a moment and then spoke

again. “So, do you have the same skin condition as Zim?” she asked

carefully.

“Ah, yeah, actually.” Kiir winced inwardly, wondering where the

question was going to lead. She KNEW she should have had a better

disguise.

The Earthling looked apprehensive. “It is contagious is it?”

Kiir snorted, biting back a laugh. “No, its, uh… hereditary.” True,

in a sense.

She frowned. “So then, you and Zim are related?”

“… distantly.”

The woman raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were Dib’s cousin.”

Skragg, she forgotten that! Um, um, think on your feet Commander!

“No, I’m an alien.” she said with a big grin.

It had the desired effect. Mrs. Drone shook her head and rolled her

eyes. “Playing games at such an age, honestly, that boy he’s so smart

but he must have more neurosis,” she muttered and then looked squarely

at Kiir, “And you, young lady, shouldn’t be feeding into his fantasies.

You’ll all end up delusional, unable to separate fact from fiction. I

have a minor in psychology you know and one of the first things I

learned was it’s never possible to believe two opposing things at once

and not come off the worse from it.”

“I am not delusional,” she snapped huffily. How come everyone always

told her she was delusional? Her father, Zim, the headmaster of the

academy… Just because they didn’t want their perfect little models of

the Universe knocked over by a swift kick of the truth. They were the

delusional ones.

All the response that prompted from the teacher was a knowing ‘hmmmm’

as she looked back down at her soup.

Kiir pursed her lips. “And if I really was an alien, what would you

do then?” she asked. Maybe it was impulsive, but if as it seemed, the

human wouldn’t see anything that didn’t fit with her world model it

was completely harmless. If not, well, Kiir was always one to test the

boundaries of what was safe and logical. (Prompting of course, the

popular theory that she was completely off her rocker.)

The woman gave her a stern look at the query. “I’m afraid you’d have

a hard time convincing me of that.”

She shrugged. “Hypothetically speaking, out of curiosity.”

“Hypothetically speaking,” she answered, “I’d want to see your ship and

your alien technology before I believed a word of it.”

“And supposing I proved it to you,” she smiled, enjoying the game.

“Supposing you had undeniable evidence that I was from another star,

what would your reactions be?”

The woman gave her a sardonic look. “It would depend on your motives.

Are you here to enslave the human race or do you bring a message of

peace, hope and enlightenment?”

Kiir snorted. “Sanctuary. If I were here to live among you because my

alien race no longer accepted me.”

The teacher furrowed her brow. “I don’t think I’d have a problem with

that.” She paused. “You don’t expect me to believe that you are from

another planet do you?”

Kiir smiled with an impish, knowing delight and ran a hand through

her hair, stopping as she came to the binding of her ponytail. “Of

course not Mrs. Drone,” she said, tugging the rubber band out and

shaking her antennae free, “I’m just a kid with a skin condition and a

weird hairdo.”

The look on the teacher’s face that was puzzled, dismissive and warily

suspicious all at once, along with the feeling of no longer having her

sensitive antennae smothered in her hair, was well worth any danger she

had bought herself in the process by way of the doubt she had placed in

the woman’s secure world view were. Delusional indeed!

She grinned again as the bell to end lunch finally rang.

 

---

 

Dib trailed exhaustedly into the classroom behind Zim’s confident

stride. It had been all the he could do to convince the Irken that he

did NOT need to go to the nurse’s office and was perfectly fit, if a

bit tired and bruised, to return to class. He had, as he pointed out,

endured worse before this as a result of Zim’s own plans.

In the last twenty minutes the alien had definitely become more of a

mystery to him than ever before. Why Zim should even deign to rescue

him, let alone accept a tentatively proffered peace overture was quite

beyond his current skill to fathom. The best guess he could come up

with was that he, upon rejection by his superiors, had decided to go

completely against them. A sort of sour grapes reaction, i.e. ‘you don’t

want to give me what I want? Fine then I don’t want it.’ Zim seemed

to have decided to take it as far as latching on to the exact opposite

of ‘it’. Of course this was only a theory, but Dib couldn’t really come

up with a better explanation for what seemed to be such out of

character actions.

One corner of his mind was deeply suspicious of this turn of events,

it was the part of him that saw Zim as a real threat, the part that

trusted the green alien about as far as he could spit a rat. That part

of him was urging the rest to recognize it as all some sort of trick to

make him drop his guard. It kept whispering all the terrible things

that Zim had ever attempted. You can’t trust him, it hissed. He’ll

double-cross you the moment you back is turned!

But another part of him, the part his cynical mind would call naive,

urged him otherwise. Why would he? What would it gain him?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the cynic dismissed. But don’t you think it’s a

little odd, if not a bit too convenient? You decide you’re in love with

him and he suddenly decides to be all nicey nice. I bet he can read

your mind.

He was trying to think of a suitable reply to himself when something

snapped him back to reality. Kiir’s antennae were clearly visible. He

stopped, and stared at her. What was she DOING?

She must have noticed him, because she grinned and waved lazily. “Hey

Dib, like my hair? Or do you think they’re ‘alien antennae’?”

He was probably the only one in the room who could hear the second

layer of irony underneath the heavy sarcasm. “Oh, oh yeah! Hey, every

body, can’t you see? She’s an alien!”

Somebody shoved him. “You’re such a dweeb, Membrane. Get a life.”

Dib had stumbled, catching his side painfully on the edge of a desk.

He grimaced, it would almost certainly bruise. He looked up as he heard

a crash and the classes laughter. The tough guy who had shoved him was

on the floor. He must have tripped, people like that were nearly always

too stupid for simple motor functions. He took his seat.

 

---

 

Zim scowled from his chair at the stink monkey he’d tripped when no

one was watching. He’d been doing such things for a while now, and Dib

never seemed to notice. Which was good. There had been no room for

subtlety, however, a few minutes before, when that orange thing had

seemingly been sucking the life out of Dib. The human had certainly

been surprised by the rescue, hadn’t he? Zim smirked, then frowned

again. What was going on with him? A truce had been that last thing

the Irken would have expected, and yet there it was. He was surprised

that Dib didn’t think he was trying to lead him into a false sense of

security, both of which would have been in keeping with their respective

images. But the ‘paranormal investigator’ was probably more preoccupied

with his new quarry.

Now there was something that gave pause for thought. The creatures

scientifically shouldn’t be able to exist. It would just take too long

for them to evolve all those traits and be sentient and anthropomorphic.

Unless they were enhanced by technology of course. What were they doing

on Earth anyway? Well, maybe they’d find out something this afternoon.

Energy signatures could sometimes tell very long and complex tales.

 

---

 

They had no names; they were above them. But for the sake of

simplicity and the understanding of what they would call inferior

creatures they will be referred to them collectively as Dib has, as The

Oranges, an apt descriptor for something so little is known about.

Separately however to keep better track of them, the white-eyed creature

will henceforth be known as Buntch, and the blue-eyed termed as Koil.

The place, however, had many names coined by the countless races of

the Universe. On earth alone it was known as void, or as limbo,

purgatory, no where, antimatter the space between, or any of many other

words. In Irken it is called Bastitch. The place, whatever you chose to

call it was a Universal fact, no culture or race has ever failed to

recognize it. It is a place on the edge of the senses, it is Not Space,

inside and outside of the universe, beside and around it. Humanity has

wondered what would happen were one to come to the end of the Universe

and step over, and the answer is that you would come out in this place.

Completely colorless, featureless, senseless to the utmost. It simply

is not, and yet it is more real than anything that exists.

As this nothing runs through all points in the Universe certain

technologies can be used to tap in and through it for instantaneous

transport. This however is difficult and hazardous for even the most

advanced of cultures and most don’t bother with it, preferring instead

to create ever faster and more aesthetically pleasing types of space craft.

After all a sleek ‘Voot Blazrag Mark 7’ with all the extras makes a much

more appealing status symbol than a room full of ungainly machinery that

will zap you instantly to wherever you destination is and possibly

switch your limbs with those of traveling companion in the process.

Another downfall of the instant transport system is of course, the

instantaneousness of it. No one, no matter how much money they pour

into funding of crackpot scientist for the purpose, has ever been able

to discover a way to entertain guests while traveling by this method.

The problem lies in the fact that although you go through the void you

arrive at the exact millisecond that you left, leaving very little time

in between(in fact literally none at all) for expensive hors devours to

be served or for making small talk with all the other very rich beings

that you have invited. And since the only creatures in the Universe who

could afford to own instantaneous transports are the type of beings who

practically live to host expensive showy parties on their expensive

showy vehicles, the idea will most likely never catch on.

Buntch walked through the colorless nothingness toward where their

ship was parked, the hull opened as he approached and he strode in.

Koil looked up and emitted a series of twitters to her partner. You

were not expected to return after such a brief duration.

It appears the human is not so easily dealt with.

You can not dispose of one small human? There was a note of

disbelief to the blue-eyed creature’s response.

It has an ally. Not an earth creature. Buntch waved and the hull

sealed itself.

Improbable. Preliminary scans showed that this planet has not made

interstellar contact.

Irrelevant. There is at least one non-earth creature in residence.

Did you procure an energy sample of it?

No, only of the earth being, but you will discover the results most

interesting.

Show me.

Buntch placed a hand on a white panel beside a screen. On the monitor

the image of a dancing stream of red light was displayed, beside it

strange letters, an analysis of the energy structure.

Koil’s eyes grew slightly larger. Remarkable. The creature’s

bio-energy is far more complex and potent than most beings is it so

with all these human?

Negative. Regard. He placed his other palm on the panel and the

image was replaced by a far more slender and docile string of grey.

This is the average I have noted among humans.

Pitiful. What could cause such a discrepancy?

Unknown, more research is necessary.

You will return tomorrow?

Negative. Identity has been breached. Change is imperative.

I will go. This human’s wave-length intrigues me.

Beware. It is a fragile creature.

Understood.

To be continued…

Sorry the chapter’s so short. I had a lot of homework and had to be

filmed for a documentary on VH1 about immortality. It airs on March

22. Next chapter will be up very soon Tomorrow probably. Definitely day

after. That’s when they’ll go to the park and see what they can find

of the oranges. And just why is Dib’s energy so different than the

normal humans? There’s a reason alright, but I’m not telling’! Yet.

And much more of our heros, I promise!

A/N: The sincerest of apologies for the long wait for this chapter. I

 

have been rather swamped lately with about six projects to get finished

before yesterday (Friday) And after this week is mid-terms and Wednesday

the 15th was my seventeenth birthday and it SUCKED!! I had meant to

write this chapter that day, but crying most of it away kind of ruled

that out. I can’t promise anything but I will attempt to post with

more frequency again. As always the support of your reviews motivates

me. Thanks.

Disclaimer: Do any of us really own anything? What is ownership?

Chapter 6… In which the landing site is thoroughly investigated and

several discoveries are made, some of them stranger than others.

Every nerve in Dib’s body was taut like stretched wire. Intense

contemplation would not bury his awareness. He must be ready for

anything. Ready for the Oranges, ready for a double cross, ready to

respond immediately to any situation thrown his way.

The final bell rang and Dib, as high strung as if he’d been playing

‘Alone in the Dark’ at midnight on six cups of coffee, shot screaming

into the air like a mad jack-in-the-box and clung to the ceiling lamp,

panting and shaking.

Most of the class left laughing as they gathered there things and Dib

managed to avoid falling on either his face or his ass as he dropped

disheveled to the floor, eyebrow twitching.

“So much for ready and alert,” he muttered to himself, brushing off

his clothes and picking up his backpack. He grunted as the upwards of

thirty pounds weighed on his shoulder.

He looked around. Zim and Kiir were the only ones left around,

conversing quietly at her desk. Probably Zim was telling her where they

were going.

Don’t make assumptions, his cynical side hissed. You can’t hear what

they’re saying. Be on guard.

“Be on guard,” he repeated quietly to himself and strode over to

where the two aliens were standing, their conversation becoming more

audible as he approached.

“-fault,” Kiir said, crossing her arms.

“MY fault? What part of this is MY fault?” Zim demanded.

“I came here to get AWAY from hostile life forms not fight them!”

“And how does that have anything to do with me?”

“Um, guys?” Dib asked, announcing his presence hesitantly.

“What?” the Irken and Half-Irken snapped, turning in unison.

He cringed. “Nothing,” he squeaked uncomfortably.

“Speak your mind, Dib-human,” Zim said, a bit less gruffly.

“Are we still going to the landing site?” he asked shifting from foot

to foot uncomfortably, half expecting Zim to have changed his mind.

“Indeed. I was just discussing this with Kiir.”

Told you so, smirked his better nature.

Oh, so now Zim never lies? Greeeeeeat. Cynical Dib rolled his eyes.

The outlaw nodded. “So you got attacked, huh?”

“Don’t remind me,” he shuddered. He could still feel the clammy

tentacles writhing all over his flesh.

“Zim tells me it stole your energy.”

Wait a minute, hadn’t he just told her NOT to remind him? He opened

his mouth to answer.

“Come,” Zim said, interrupting any response Dib might have made. “There

are only a few hours of Earth daylight left. He started out the door

and Dib hurried after him, Kiir, from the sound of her footsteps,

following grudgingly behind.

“We will take you car,” Zim informed him.

Dib blinked. “Um, okay.” He shrugged. The park was only a few minutes

walk from skool, but if Zim wanted to drive, whatever.

“Provided it will start,” Kiir snorted. resenting, he supposed, the

difficulties in getting to skool that morning.

“Hey, I got it to work,” Dib defended.

“Yeah, after a good half hour,” she muttered.

“Humph,” Dib crossed his arms.

“Will you two stop bickering,” Zim demanded irritably.

“Feh.” Kiir didn’t say anything besides that, however.

The parking lot was near empty except for a few teachers staying late

and Dib’s black car. As soon as he had unlocked it, Zim opened and

climbed into the passenger’s side, eliciting a ‘hey’ form Kiir of mild

annoyance and indignation.

“Just sit in the back,” Zim told her.

Dib hoped a fight would not break out and was thankful when Kiir with

a sigh, got in the backseat. Dib was even more pleased when the car

started right away.

“Well what do ya know,” Kiir consented.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dib saw Zim smirk. But then, Zim was

always smirking.

 

---

 

Zim got out of the car, looking around at the greenery that was still

strange and foreign to him. They could easily have walked from skool

but he’d wanted to have the car on hand, just in case. Just in case they

needed a quick get away, or found something that needed analysis in his

lab.

“Do you recall the exact place?” he asked Dib.

The raven haired human nodded. “Yeah, it’s over this way.”

To Zim he seemed nervous and high strung. It made sense though, he

was nearly always a twitchy and suspicious creature, so it was only

natural that being attacked by a vicious and unknown monster might get

to him. Still, Zim wished he could do something to make him feel better.

Smooth his hair, touch his skin. Zim shook his head. Impossible. But

maybe he should do a few tests on him, just to make sure that the thing

didn’t do any lasting damage or anything more sinister and invisible.

But would Dib let him do that? Probably not, seeing as every time the

human had been exposed to his machinery it had been, well, not for

health benefits. There just wasn’t the trust between them yet.

Dib seemed more confused than adverse at this point though. Zim

wondered how long it would last, until they both fell back into the

old, familiar patterns.

He watched the human as he followed him to the site, Kiir tromping

along beside him. Dib was very graceful, when he wasn’t tripping all

over himself, and Zim sometimes just liked to watch him move.

“It was here,” Dib said as they came into the clearing form the night

before. “In the center about a hundred and fifty feet in diameter and

twenty feet tall.”

Zim nodded. A fairly large craft. He took out his scanner and switched

it on, letting it warm up. “Dib, Kiir, scout the area for tangible clues

to what’s going on.”

“Phht, like what Zim,” Kiir demanded. Dib however was already busy.

“Anything,” Zim grunted, looking back down at the scanner, waiting

for the results.

 

---

 

Kiir walked a little ways away and leaned against a tree, completely

ignoring Zim’s demand for her to ‘look for clues’. Who was he to order

her around? She looked back and forth between her old acquaintance and

the strange human. There was definitely something fishy going on

between them, mark her words. She had no idea what it could be of

course. Zim sends her to Dib, who tells her that the two of them had

been bitter enemies for years. Then Dib invites Zim to come in, he

declines almost violently and leaves, then the next day he rescues Dib

and they drag her along to chase creepies.

She shook her head. Strange behavior indeed. And now, if she didn’t

know better, she would swear that Dib was avoiding looking at Zim. She

decided that she was definitely going to get to the bottom of this

mystery. She grinned.

 

---

 

Zim stared down at the scan screen, amazed. There was absolutely no

sign that there had been a ship here at all in the last day. There

should have been large amounts of residual energies floating around

that didn’t mesh with the existing fields. But there were no such

abnormalities. But maybe, considering what the aliens had done… He

smirked and adjusted the scanner to read shifts in the intensity of the

NORMAL energy field and was rewarded a moment later when the scanner

beeped. The display showed an aberration in the field a sphere in which

the energy level was much, much lower than the rest, a sphere about

a hundred and fifty feet in diameter. So it seemed there ship absorbed

energy as well? That, as far as he new was a first.

He heard Dib’s voice, snapping him from his pondering.

“Hey Zim, come take a look at this!”

He jogged over to where the boy was kneeling, at the edge of where

the ship had been and only a few feet from the bushes where Zim had

found him the night before. He motioned for Zim to kneel as well.

“Yes Dib?” he asked curiously, stooping down.

“Take a look at that!” he grinned, pointing at the grass.

Zim looked. Amidst the green grass were large patches, all about

a foot long and four inches wide, of dry, withered, brown grass. They

were in such a pattern that Zim would have sworn they looked like-

“Footsteps,” Dib said. “This is where they got off the ship. They made

foot prints in the grass somehow, absorbing all the,” he gulped, “all

the energy out of the grass.”

Zim looked at him, seeing the fear behind his golden eyes. Obviously

Dib was realizing what would have happened to him if he’d not been

freed from the creature’s clutches. Seeing himself, dry and withered

like the grass. Zim grew angry. Try to kill Dib would they? Well, when

they crossed paths again they’d learn exactly why Irkens were the most

feared race in the Universe. Until then…

He put a hand on Dib’s shoulder. “Take some samples. We’ll bring them

back to my lab for a better look. Possibly it will tell us some more

about them.”

Dib nodded, hesitantly. “Do you think they do it voluntarily or, or

not?” He asked.

“I am unsure, but there ship seems to act the same way. Take a look.”

He handed Dib the scanner. “That grey spot is-“

“Where the ship was,” Dib said, “Right?”

“Yes. The entire Universe is intertwined with different types and

fields of energy. Their ship seems to have absorbed energy straight

from Earth’s Bio-field field, so much so that it hasn’t fully

rebalanced itself yet.”

“It should though, balance out, right?” he asked pulling up some of

the dead grass, making sure the roots came up as well.

“Unless something is very, very wrong, Dib-human,” Zim said, “Do you

have something to put that in?”

He nodded taking a small, covered specimen dish out of his backpack

and putting the grass in it. “I try to be prepared for anything.”

Zim nodded. He wondered what other things Dib had collected of

evidence of him, if anything. He couldn’t have much or he’d have

convinced the authorities of his existence by now. Or would he have? Dib

hadn’t tried to autopsy Kiir, had invited him in, had proposed the

truce himself. Who knew anymore?

“I don’t think we’re going to find anything else Zim,” Dib said, “Do

you want to get going?”

Zim considered it. “Alright.” he stood up, waiting for Dib.

Dib stood less shakily this time, put the sample dish in his coat

packet and reached down to pick up his backpack. Zim could see, even

before the boy stumbled under it’s weight that the thing was much too

heavy for him.

“Give me that,” he said, taking hold of one of the straps.

“Huh? No. I’ve got it,” Dib insisted, looking away slightly.

“You don’t have the energy Dib-human. Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m fine,” he clutched the pack closer to himself still not meeting

Zim’s gaze. Strange.

“It’s too heavy for you even when you’re healthy, give it to me, now

Dib,” Zim held a hand out waiting for the human to hand it over. He

didn’t. “Fine.” Zim wrenched the backpack carefully, but quickly from

the human’s grasp, slung it over his own shoulder and started walking.

“Hey! Hey!” Dib ran after him. “Give that back!”

Zim ignored him.

 

---

 

Kiir, from several feet off had had prime seats for the spectacle.

She’d seen Dib’s face as he turned away, as well as the insistent,

worried look on Zim’s face. She’d seen the human BLUSH. And so her

mystery was solved so quickly, hardly a challenge at all. But with a

highly amusing answer.

She couldn’t help laughing to herself as she followed them to the car

at her own leisurely pace. They LIKED each other! And it looked like

neither of them realized the feelings were mutual. Oh it was beautiful,

exactly the sort of thing that snot Zim deserved. She’d be sure to

tease him mercilessly the moment she had a chance.

 

---

 

Dib had no idea why Zim had taken his back pack from him, unless of

course it was specifically to embarrass him, in which case he’d done a

wonderful job. Dib could feel the heat beneath his face and new that

he was STILL blushing a little bit. God damn it. And now he followed

the cocky, commanding little alien to his own car, like Zim had some

sort or right to order him around. He sighed. This was stupid, why was

he doing this to himself, following Zim around like a puppy. Better

that he stayed away from him until the feeling went away.

But he couldn’t, and he didn’t really want to either. He liked being

around the Irken, and much as he hated to admit it he felt gratified

and rather special that Zim had been so insistent on carrying his bag.

As they approached the car he heard footsteps behind them and turned

apprehensively. It was only Kiir. He’d half forgotten that she was there

at all.

“Did you find anything?” he asked her.

“No,” she said with a wry grin that made Dib very nervous.

“O-kay,” he shrugged, unlocking the car. He looked up at Zim. “Um,

we’re going to your house, right?”

“Unless you have a qualm with that,” he answered, throwing Dib’s bag

in the back seat with Kiir.

“Ah, no that’s fine,” he said, sitting behind the wheel and closing

the door, a realization dawning on him. He’d been INVITED to Zim’s

house. He wasn’t sneaking in or taking photos with hacked satellite

equipment. He was going to see the place he’d been trying for years to

get to, and he wasn’t (he hoped) going to get chased out. A very large

smile graced his lips.

But of course as he started the car, cynical Dib had to have his say.

It’s probably a trap you idiot!

Oh shut up, the rest of Dib snapped and continued grinning happily.

“You know how to get there?” Zim asked.

“Unless you moved it,” he chuckled and pulled out of the parking lot.

“… Did you move it?” He asked a bit uncertainly.

“No, although that’s not a bad idea,” Zim mused, “But pointless since

you’re the only human who knows where it is.”

Did that mean, Zim… trusted him?

Cynical Dib tried to make a sarcastic remark but optimistic Dib had

duct-taped his mouth shut and tied his hands together.

 

---

 

Twenty minutes later when Dib parked across the street form Zim’s odd

looking house, the sun was just about finished setting. Dib got out of

the car, stretching to see the sky on fire with orange and purple. Funny

that such spectacular phenomena could be caused by pollution. Zim got

out of the car, still carrying the back pack he’d taken and Kiir yawned

boredly.

Dib followed the aliens excitedly, almost apprehensively into the

house, chuckling as Zim shoved his parent robots out of the way.

“Come in,” he said, “watch out, I’m not sure where Gir is.”

Kiir collapsed on the couch.

Dib frowned slightly, remembering some of his previous encounters

with the psychotic robot. “Consider me dually warned.”

“Do you need to let someone know where you are? This may take some

time.”

“Uh, no. It’s fine.” His father wouldn’t notice his absence and Gaz

would only be glad he wasn’t there to disturb her.

Zim squinted an eye, an expression that Dib had come to connect as the

equivalent of raising an eyebrow, but didn’t question his answer. “Do

you require food? You had no lunch.”

Zim certainly seemed strangely concerned with his well being lately,

didn’t he? Dib realized that he was indeed, very hungry. He hadn’t had

breakfast either. Embarrassedly he decided to take the offer and not,

as Cynical was trying franticly to make him, worry about being poisoned.

“Um, yeah. I am kinda hungry,” he admitted. “Do you have anything

human friendly?”

“I believe so,” Zim nodded. “Come with me.”

Dib followed him to the kitchen, where Zim proceeded to open up

various cabinets and the refrigerator, all of which were stuffed with

food, but absolutely nothing healthy. The cabinets had bags of fun sized

candies, Twinkies and ho-hos and the like, sugar coated cereals, a dozen

or more different kinds of potato chips and boxes of fruit roll-ups.

The fridge had about six different flavors of soda pop, jello and pudding

cups and a box of pizza.

“Do you see anything?” Zim asked. “Most of this is Gir’s.”

“… Um, what’s on the pizza?”

Tentatively Zim lifted the lid a little ways and peered in, but shut

it very quickly and looked at Dib. “Trust me, you don’t want it.”

“O-kay. How about some chips then?”

“Those I can vouch for the safety of,” he grinned, leaning down to

the cabinets. “Any particular flavor?”

“Um, plain.”

He caught the bag Zim tossed, seeing that the alien had one himself,

and he also pulled two soda’s out of the fridge and handed one to Dib.

“Thanks. Um, should we bring Kiir something?”

“She can find the kitchen, she’s not quite that stupid. Come on, we

need to get that sample tested and she won’t be any help anyway.” Zim

walked over and opened what seemed to be a closet door. It wasn’t. It

was an elevator of sorts, assumably leading down to the lab.

Dib followed him into the elevator a little uncomfortably. This wasn’t

the way he’d gotten down to the labs before, but then, who knew if he’d

taken the proper route. He probably hadn’t. The space wasn’t large and

he stood shoulder to shoulder with Zim, making him even more nervous.

His cynical side was muttering incoherencies about his doom which was

surely about to ensue and he was still feeling faint from earlier. In

fact he was feeling almost as bad now as he had right after the drain.

He must have looked it because as they descended Zim turned to him.

“Are you feeling alright Dib-human?” he asked concernedly.

“I’m a little tired,” he admitted, “but I’ll be okay.”

Zim frowned. “We don’t know all the effects of the drain yet. Tell me

if you start feeling worse.”

“I will,” he nodded. “But…”

“Yes?”

The elevator stopped and opened up into the lab.

Dib shook his head. “Nothing.”

Zim shrugged and Dib followed as he walked out into the lab. Dib

stared around wishing he had a few extra sets of eyes and resisting the

urge to snap photos left and right. All the strange equipment was

entrancing. He could spend years looking at it.

“Impressed?” he heard Zim say arrogantly, leading him over to the

main computer bay.

“Definitely,” Dib breathed, “what’s it all do?”

“Oh, this and that,” he shrugged grinning. “Keeps the base running.”

He sat down in the high backed chair before the great monitor.

“Computer.”

“Yes?”

Dib had to keep himself from jumping at the disembodied voice. This

was so cool. Just like ‘Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ or something,

only with a less annoying computer, he hoped. He couldn’t help grinning.

“Get Dib a chair,” the Irken commanded.

Dib was very surprised when a chair that matched Zim’s rose out of a

hatch beneath him, scooping him into the seat. “Um, thanks.”

“No problem,” the computer replied.

“You have the sample?” Zim asked.

Dib nodded and pulled the dish out of his pocket. He handed it to Zim.

“Here,” he smiled.

Zim nodded, and taking the top off the dish set it on a tray thing on

the computer control panel. “Analyze this sample, computer.”

“It’s dry grass,” the computer said.

Zim turned to Dib and rolling his eyes as if to say ‘he’s always like

this’ said, “We know that, computer. Give us a FULL analysis.”

“Fine. Processing.”

“It’ll probably be a few minutes,” Zim told him, tearing open his bag

of chips munching on a handful.

Dib popped the top of his cola. “So, do you think it’ll really tell

us anything useful about the Oranges?”

“The Oranges?” Zim asked confusedly.

“Oh sorry. That’s what I’ve been calling the aliens, since we don’t

know what they’re really called. I forgot I hadn’t mentioned it before,”

he exclaimed happily.

“The Oranges,” Zim said, “A rather disarming name for something so…

creepy.”

Dib smiled. The way Zim talked with an irregular mixture of very

proper, erudite speech and in the same sentence throwing in slang and

words like thingy, Dib found very endearing.

“Well,” Dib said, “I suppose we could call them the Giant Evil Stretch

Monsters of Death, if you think it would be more appropriate.”

Zim looked at him a moment. “… The Oranges it is.”

Just then the computer spoke. “Analysis complete.”

“Well, tell us,” Zim said impatiently.

To Be Continued…

So you’ll just have to be patient! Because cliff hangers make me more

inclined to fell the need to write. Next chapter, what’s up with the

grass. What’s up with Dib? What’s Kiir up to? Till then!

Read it? Review it!

A/N: Tonight we’re having Taco’s for dinner! I like tacos! But I like

 

fanfiction more… Speaking of which, eye loave yew, Ari-chan!

Just so you know, I don’t think I write Gir very well so I’d really

appreciate some advice.

I learned a new word on X-files last night. It’s ‘exsanguinated’ it

means drained of blood, the sort of thing that vampires and cow

mutilators and the chupacabra do.

Why do I always get blamed when my brother does anything wrong? Just

because I’m older! I’m supposed to keep him out of trouble, but ya know

what? He is fourteen! He doesn’t need me to baby-sit him while he plays

videogames all day! I don’t CARE if he beats sephiroth or not! I have

things I want to do! Nobody understands that I have a LIFE I am NOT

my brother’s keeper!

Sorry for the rant…

Disclaimer: Me Kiir, they copyright. Tarzan king of jungle.

Chapter 7… In which Kiir plays almost no part, Dib and Zim get some

odd readings from the grass and Dib gets progressively less well.

Kiir munched on cheeze doodlez while paying rapt attention to the

strange earth broadcast. Completely inane and yet somehow innately

appealing, it seemed that John, who was married to Lisa, was sleeping

with Tina, and someone had killed Lisa, but John didn’t know it and it

was most likely either Tina or the mysterious figure. Kiir was betting

on the mysterious figure, since he was obviously John’s long lost twin

brother. He was in love with Tina too, but what neither of them knew

was that Tina was not only just sleeping with John for his money but was

also a lesbian and had been sending anonymous love letters to John’s

secretary Sarah. Which was sad since John apparently really did love

her.

Kiir sniffed.

“WHATCHA WHATCHIN’?!” somebody shrieked.

The cheeze doodlez ended up all over the couch and in the rebel’s

hair. She turned and glared at the little robot.

“You look saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Wannaplaywitmahpiggy?!” He

proffered the pink thing to her with a cheerful ‘squeak-ky’.

Kiir, busy brushing the orangey yellow chrunchies from her hair,

raised an eyebrow. “Um, no… thanks.” This ‘piggy’ was a bit

disturbing, so, she decided, was the robot. Was it supposed to be Zim’s

SIR unit? She’d heard that the Tallest had given him some sort of

defective piece of junk.

The robot had sat himself on the floor next to the couch and was

staring at the television. It looked up at her. “This is my faaavorite

commercial.” It giggled.

She leaned back on the couch. “What are you?” she muttered.

“I’m Gir!” it chirped.

“Ah-huh.” She picked up the remote and changed the channel.

 

---

 

Dib looked up at the screen as the status of the grass was displayed.

The output of which was mostly in Irken characters only three quarters

or so he could actually read. That didn’t matter though, because the

computer read the results for them.

“Subject, grass, common flora covering much planet Earth’s landmasses.

Specimen has been subject to a massive bio-energy drain. Traces of

unknown organic material on the outer layer of the plant suggest the

siphon was a living being.”

Well, that proved it was the oranges that had done it, but they’d

pretty much knew that already. He gave Zim a quizzical look.

“Computer, what are the properties of the organic material?” the

Irken demanded.

“Substance is semi-solid but mutable.”

“What type of bio-energy does it display?”

“Energy signature matches that of Earth’s biofield,” the computer

answered.

He watched Zim’s expression become understandably confused.

“That would mean they’re from Earth,” the Irken muttered. “But that’s

impossible.”

Dib grinned and shook his head, he understood this. “No, they aren’t

from earth, they absorbed the energy from the grass, remember? I bet

they don’t even HAVE any energy of their own.”

Zim looked impressed. “I knew that,” he said.

Dib smirked, and felt rather flattered.

“Are there any lasting ill effects from the drain?”

“Besides the fact that the sample is dead, you mean?” the computer

retorted sarcastically.

Zim frowned. “Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Extrapolate from

known data, would there have been any complications in a non-fatal

drain?” He sounded concerned and Dib thought he saw the ex-invader

glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

Was Zim worried about him? It certainly sounded that way. Why else

would he be asking that? Dib pushed his glasses up nervously.

The computer paused. “… Unknown. Data insufficient to make an accurate

extrapolatation.” It didn’t sound as sure of itself as usual.

Zim’s frown deepened. “Stupid useless piece of junk,” he muttered,

crossing his arms.

“Hey!” it sounded insulted.

Dib meanwhile had fallen into thought. Zim had said he had no idea

where the Oranges came from and the computer didn’t even know what they

were made of. That surely meant they were from pretty far away, didn’t

it? “Computer,” he asked curiously, “Is the unknown compound similar

to anything in your database, even if it doesn’t quite match it?” He saw

Zim look at him, and then at the computer monitor. Dib shrugged. “Just a

thought.”

“Running analysis… Confirmed, compound is similar to particles found

clinging to people sent through Instant Transportation machines and

also to samples found on Earth’s moon.”

Both human and Irken gazes snapped up.

“Instant Transport?” asked Dib.

At the same time Zim demanded, “The moon?”

“Confirmed.”

“Zim, what’s an Instant Transport machine?”

“It’s mode of travel that never really caught on. Partly because it’s

so expensive, but mostly because space ships are just a lot cooler,” Zim

explained. “Anyway it’s this machine that zaps you through non-space

to any point you want without any time passing in between.”

“… like that transportery thing you had everybody build when you had

that crazy Santa suit?”

The alien paused. “… yes, like that.”

Zim seemed vaguely uncomfortable at the mentioning of his previous

world conquering exploits. Dib supposed it was because he WAS

uncomfortable with it, having discovered that the whole thing was a big

joke.

Or, cynical Dib said, daring to make himself heard for the first time

since entering the house, maybe he’s afraid you’ll suddenly remember

that he’s the BAD GUY?

Dib rolled his eyes and ignored the suspicions in the back of his mind.

he had a more immediate paranormal problem to investigate at the moment.

“Okay so wouldn’t that make sense, because they keep appearing and

disappearing,” he mused.

“Indeed,” Zim nodded. “It would follow that they must have some sort

of Instant transportation technology similar to that of the Irken

Empire. But that does not explain why the same particles are on your

moon.”

“Maybe that’s where they come from?”

“Doubtful,” Zim answered, “My scans show that there has not been life

on your moon for at least a thousand years.”

“Oh. Oh well.” Then Dib did a double take, his yellow eyes getting

wide as he became exited. “Wait a minute, you mean there WAS life on the

moon?”

Zim shrugged. “It’s probable. I didn’t do any more than preliminary

tests, it didn’t seem very useful at the time.”

“I KNEW it,” he grinned, “I knew there was life on the moon.”

 

---

 

Zim smirked at the exuberant UFO buff. So enthusiastic. “Calm down

human, what ever was there is long dead.”

Dib grinned at him, rather manically. “Not necessarily. I mean, they

could have migrated off planet, er, satellite. They could even have

integrated with the human population long ago. Or, even if they didn’t,

I wonder what killed them off?”

The Irken sighed, resting his chin on his hand, watching the boy

obsess. It was cute, in a frantic, potentially self-destructive sort of

way. Of course, Zim himself was living proof that just because the

human seemed crazy at times didn’t mean he was wrong. He chuckled to

himself.

“Hey, maybe they’re the Oranges! Maybe they’re searching the galaxy

for the right type of energy to restore their decimated home world.” He

got a dreamy, star-gazy look in his eyes.

Zim snorted. “I wouldn’t hold them in very high esteem if I were you,

Dib-human. Even IF, as incredibly improbable as it is, that were what

they were trying to do, they obviously are going to kill you, your race

and a good amount of the other life on your little planet to do it.”

“Oh, yeah. Huh. Well, it’s still possible though,” his eyes became

more focused again, and he pushed up his glasses.

He rolled his eyes, glad to have brought Dib back to reality for the

moment. “If you like I will send a probe to do more tests on your moon,

I should probably get more samples of that compound to test anyway.”

He wanted to know as much as possible about these ‘Oranges’. He didn’t

like unknowns, they made him uneasy. Especially not knowing whether or

not there had been any permanent damage done to Dib. He was certainly

acting normal enough, normal for Dib anyway. But he was still worried,

humans were such a frail race. Even the healthiest ones could die

suddenly, seemingly without reason, and none of them had even ever made it

to a hundred and fifty of their short earth years.

Zim shook his head slightly to get rid of the melancholy thought.

“I’ll send the probe off right now.” He looked up, “Computer, launch

moon probe from orbital base.”

“Activating…”

Zim glanced over at Dib, who was looking a little paler than usual and

more tired than he had moments before. His excitement had probably

accentuated his lack of energy. He should have realized mentioning life

on the moon would illicit such a reaction. And he seemed restless, a bit

bored even. Zim wondered if there was anything he could do to perk him

up. Hmmmmmm. “Computer, display probe launch on screen.”

He saw Dib’s expression brighten instantly as the monitor snapped on

to show an orbital view of Earth, Zim’s crescent-shaped base, and the

Earth’s natural satellite, the grey-brown pockmarked rock, Luna.

 

---

 

Dib watched the screen with barely disguised longing. A hatch in the

orbital base, which he had been in once but really hadn’t gotten a

chance to look around, and a probe, small, sleek and bearing the

standard Irken insignia shot from it. He watched it rocket to the moon

across a field of stars, all in much sharper focus than Earth

instruments could manage. It almost looked like he was out there in

space. If only… He sighed.

He slumped back in the chair, feeling distinctly weary, his eyes still

fixed on the monitor. He didn’t feel so well, a little nauseous, a bit

dizzy too. Was he going to die like that grass? He hoped not. Here, in

the chair, with Zim beside him without, for once, a weapon of mass

destruction or even small scale terror, he felt… content. Like things

were finally looking up. Such a contrast to last night, when he lay in

bed with out any hope for the future, wondering if Zim would shoot him

as a favor. Now the only thing that he might have asked the Irken was

to hold him, tell him he wasn’t alone. That was what the dark haired

bespectacled human feared most in the world, being alone.

 

---

 

Zim saw Dib’s eyes as he stared both literally and figuratively, off

into space. He still didn’t look well, in fact he looked even worse

than before. His eyes were glassy and his face was flushed. Zim thought

the human might have a ‘fever’, a symptom, he knew, of illness.

“Dib,” he said, trying to rouse him from his waking slumber, “Dib

are you in satisfactory condition?”

“Hmmm?” the slouched, black clad form looked up.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Dib blinked blearily and Zim was becoming more concerned by the

moment.

“Nn, not… really,” he admitted, “I feel kind of dizzy and nauseous

and just, not good.”

Zim frowned. “I think you have a fever, Dib-human.”

“Maybe,” he said sleepily. “I don’t know, can you check?”

Zim blinked. Wasn’t lack of alertness a sign of fever? “You want

me to?”

Dib nodded vaguely.

Zim, unsure of himself for once pulled off one glove and reached

over to Dib, his three fingered hand hovering just above the human’s

forehead. Should he really touch him? He looked at the boy’s large

glazed ryes, and laid the back of his hand on Dib’s face.

“Dear Tallest, you’re burning up!” he exclaimed.

“I am?” he asked groggily. “That’s not good.” The boy nuzzled Zim’s

hand with his cheek. “Your hand’s nice and cool.”

Zim felt himself blush, but couldn’t bring himself to snatch his

hand away. No, Dib definitely wasn’t thinking straight.

The human looked up with large, worried, golden eyes. “Mmmmm, Zim,

what time is it?”

Zim glanced at the clock, he answered tentatively, wondering why Dib

wanted to know. “Seven-thirty.”

“Oh no, I’ve got to… to get home,” the boy immediately, shakily

tried to stand.

Zim put his hands on Dib’s shoulders and tried both to steady him and

to gently force him back down into the chair. “No, Dib, you’ve got to-“

The human wobbled and fainted into Zim’s arms.

To Be Continued…

Dun dun dun. Heheh. CLIFHANGER OF DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. Okay,

one hint, the title of the next chapter is ‘Fever Dreams’.

Read it? Review it!

A/N: Eeeep! I have MIDTERMS Monday! (Today? Maybe for you, but for me

 

today’s still Friday, thank the Tallest!) Not like I study anyway

though. I have my English Regents first, that’s a NY state mandated

test just in case you don’t know. (I’m take them now instead of at the

end of the year cuz I’m in Honors English.)But I also have math in the

afternoon on Monday! I got a fifty on my last test and I’m in the

REMEDIAL course!! I HATE math! MAY IT SUFFER THE DOOM OF A THOUSAND

POKEMON CARD LASCERATIONS!!!

Disclaimer: I don’t own them because they’re REAL.

Chapter 8… In which the Oranges strike again, Dib has nightmares and

Zim worries, a lot.

Mrs. Drone was still in her classroom, sitting at her desk grading

persuasive essays. She sighed turning over Dib Membrane’s paper. It was

extremely well written, but god that boy needed therapy. The whole

thing, written a week or so ago, was taking various ‘evidence’ and

trying to convince her that Zim was an alien. She shook her head.

The woman looked up, having felt a cold draft, but there was nothing

out of place, the door closed, window too. She looked down and then

sharply up again as her mind registered the sight her subconscious had

been trying to edit out.

It was tall, gangly and decidedly, undoubtedly inhuman. The teacher

stared transfixed in horror at the orange figure’s hideous, perfectly

round, blue eyes.

For a moment there was no movement, then the terrible featureless

thing reached out it arms and grabbed her.

Now Isabella Drone screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

More tentacles found themselves wound around her body, writhing and

pulsating. She kicked and struggled more and more feebly as she felt

her strength leaving her as though it were rising out of her body

through her skin.

There was no one there to rescue her from the creature that had her

in its clutches. Her final thought before everything went black was

Dib was right.

Another moment and Koil dropped the withered husk of a body, all

energy drained. One moment after that and the alien began searching the

victim’s purse.

 

---

 

Zim reflexively caught the falling human.

“Dib? DIB?!” he demanded, alarmed.

But there was no response from the limp body.

“You are NOT dead, Dib!” Zim held the boy securely as he raced across

his lab. Irkens may look scrawny but they had much greater strength

than humans. “Computer!! Prepare the medi-lab for an immediate patient!”

“You are going to be fine Dib, you had better be fine,” he muttered,

tears welling in his eyes. “If you die I swear I’ll kill you!”

 

---

 

Dib couldn’t quite see where he was, but it was somewhere with grass,

somewhere he knew had once been beautiful, but all the green was gone,

it was all dead and brown.

He was in the center of the field, staring up at the black, starless

sky. There was no one else there, he was alone and he was so afraid.

Then something inhuman and terrible screamed and swooped down on the

hill where he stood. It was orange and was clawed, fanged and winged.

It was coming for him, and there was no where to hide.

He cowered and covered his face, waiting for the end to come. Through

his hands he saw the things jaws open and the thing prepared to breath

fire.

Hoof beats at a gallop. Dib looked up and saw someone, a knight on a

black horse in black armor riding towards them. The dragon paused to

see this new creature, and as it did the knight raised a bow and shot

a green flaming arrow at it. The shot held true and caught the dragon

in it’s long neck.

The beast gave a fell howl as it was knocked from the air to the

ground with another shot. The knight rode forward, drawing his sword

as he passed he Dragon and swung at it, opening a great wound in the

monster’s shoulder. The beast shrieked again and lashed out with a claw

and a blast of fire knocking the dauntless warrior from his mount.

Dib tried to shout for the knight to get up, but he couldn’t get his

voice to work.

The dragon was closing in on the knight who was still down.

 

---

 

Zim set Dib’s still figure gently but quickly on the pallet and

stepped back.

“Computer, scan for vital signs,” he commanded nervously.

Transparent bands of yellow and violet appeared over Dib’s body,

obscuring alternate bits of his form and a readout display was projected

in the air beside him.

“Patient is unconscious,” the computer intoned. “Pulse slower than

human average, and has a current body temperature of a hundred and

two degrees Fahrenheit.”

Thank the Tallest, Dib had only fainted it seemed, but that fever was

awfully high. “Is there anything that you can give him for the fever

that won’t react incorrectly with his metabolism?”

“Katou Matadis is human safe.”

Zim nodded. “Give him that.”

A metal arm extended and gave Dib an injection.

“Is he in any immediate danger?” he asked nervously.

“Negative.”

Zim took a deep breath. “Run a full diagnostic. I want to know any,

no, EVERY thing that is, that could POSSIBLY be wrong as soon as

possible.”

“Running diagnostic,” the computer confirmed.

Zim sat down heavily in a chair beside the medi-slab Dib was on. How

long would it be until the human woke up? How would he react to wake

up in the lab? It couldn’t be helped, Zim NEEDED to know what was wrong

with him to help him. He hoped Dib would understand that.

Zim rubbed the fingers of his left hand together, remembering the

feeling of Dib’s fever stricken skin, and the confused, dependant look

in his eyes, as he nuzzled Zim’s hand.

Was it only the fever?

 

---

 

Dib screamed as the dragon’s jaws were about to close on the knight.

But he saw the figure lash with his sword, knocking the beast’s muzzle

away as he jumped back to his feet.

Another sword stroke and Dib saw the dragon fall and the knight raise

it’s severed orange head. The knight removed his helmet to revel a

brash grin and green countenance.

Dib was sitting in his room, on his bed. He tossed the fantasy novel

aside. He drummed his fingers on the pillow for a moment, then jumped

up and turned his computer on. He turned to look out the window while

he waited, he pushed aside his curtains, but there was only a blank bare

wall.

Dib turned around, eyes wide, to look for the door. It wasn’t there

either. In its place was a mirror.

Dib stared at his reflection at it stared at him, but as fear gripped

his heart the mirror image grinned wickedly at him. It grinned and he

could tell that it was whispering terrible things into the back of his

mind. He could hear it; he could feel the darkness emanating from it.

All the terrible things he had ever done or said to Zim played before

him, all the angry, hurt looks the Irken had ever given him flashed

in his mind, the dark hissings of the devil in the mirror, the devil

who laughed and laughed.

He fell to his knees clutching his head and sobbing, and in the mirror

his demon danced merrily. And Dib pushed himself to his feet and

grabbed the chair from beside his computer and threw it at the mirror.

 

---

 

The analysis wasn’t done yet. This worried Zim because it didn’t

usually take this long. Human biology was easy enough for the computer

to understand and it should have been finished unless the Oranges had

really done a number on the boy’s physiology.

Zim clenched his fists. He swore that he’d hurt those things as much

as they’d hurt Dib. More. If he died… Zim was trembling with rage.

He heard footsteps.

“Hey, Zim, I looked for you in the lab but the computer said you

were… here. What happened?”

Zim swung his gaze around to look at Kiir, to glare at her actually.

“Go back upstairs,” he hissed through his teeth.

“Ooooooooh, You keeeeeeeeeeled him,” said Gir, who was standing

behind Kiir’s legs, in a sad, shocked whine.

Zim turned his hard gaze on the robot. “Shut up Gir,” he snapped.

“You know nothing. The human fainted and I am attempting to discover

the cause of his loss of consciousness.”

Kiir raised an eyebrow and gave a smirk that made Zim want to hit her

with something large and heavy. “Really Zim? How come? I mean, what is

with you two anyway? Dib told me last night that you were enemies.”

“Circumstances change,” he looked away.

The computer bleeped and burbled. “Diagnostic complete.”

 

---

 

The chair crashed into the mirror, shattering it to dust as the rest

of the room fell apart and Dib fell through black space where the

stars winked and flashed glimpses of distorted images as though they

were mirrors themselves. One star in particular caught his eye and he

stared at it as he fell and the image seemed to grow larger and larger.

Dib leaned back in his chair with his feet on the control panel,

staring idly out the view-shield at the stars as they flashed past.

Five months into the journey he was finally almost home.

He smirked to himself; it had been so easy, much easier than he would

have guessed. But then, he shouldn’t have expected that such a backwater

planet would have presented any challenge. Less than a year after his

arrival the Earth had fallen to the mighty Invader Dib.

And now he was headed back to the Empire for praise from his Tallest

and admiration from all his fellow Irkens. He wondered if the Empire

had changed at all while he was gone, probably not, as he hadn’t been

gone for very long, but long enough for him to… have a hard time…

remembering what the Empire was like at all.

Dib furrowed his brow. Strange, he could hardly remember anything at

all… He shook his head. Something wasn’t right. Something was very

wrong. He stood up.

“Gir, Gir?” He looked down at the little robot who was sucking on his

own fingers.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeesss?”

“Gir who am I?” he demanded.

The robot giggled.

Dib picked the robot up and shook it. “Tell me who I am!!”

It giggled again. “You’re a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuman.”

“What? No!”

The robot giggled and turned his eyes into mirrors. Dib stared into

the twin orbs of reflection and saw his own pink flesh and hair.

He dropped Gir.

“No!” He tripped backwards, and smashed through the glass of

the view shield, and once again he was in the void of space.

But this time he remembered that he couldn’t breath.

 

---

 

Zim stared at the readouts. It was impossible. It just wasn’t

possible. This was something that completely dwarfed the fact that he’d

figured out what the Oranges had done. In fact, they hadn’t done

anything more than the energy drain, if Dib had just rested this

wouldn’t have happened. But no, the hu- Dib had had to overtax himself.

The drain had depleted his immune system and his body was reacting

very badly to an infection he’d had before but hadn’t done any harm.

Zim had him on antibiotics that the computer assured him were safe

for him to take and if Dib didn’t slip off into a coma the medicine

would do the rest and he’d be fine. This was something different. This

had nothing to do with Oranges. He stared at the readouts again. Did

Dib know?

“Zim!” Kiir shouted. “I don’t think he’s breathing.”

“What?!” Zim snapped around. “Computer?!”

“Affirmative, attempting resuscitation.” An air mask clamped itself

over Dib’s mouth and nose.

Zim stood over the pallet and looked down at him. “Breath Dib!” he

commanded, fearfully, and squeezed the boy’s hand.

 

---

 

Dib felt himself suffocating, but there was nothing for him to breath.

He struggled trying to find air. He couldn’t. He felt himself dieing,

drowning.

Someone grabbed his hand. Someone pulled him up above the water and

set him on the shore, coughing and sputtering. He felt the air flowing

back into his lungs.

 

---

 

Zim heard Dib start to cough. “Computer, he’s breathing!”

“Affirmative.” The air mask was released. “Breathing stabilized.”

Zim felt relief flood his being. For a moment he thought that Dib was

really going to die. His own breathing steadied and he loosened his

grip on Dib’s hand, but didn’t let him go entirely.

“I know why you’re so worried,” said a catty voice right by his

antenna.

Zim looked sharply up. “Worried? Zim is not worried.”

She snorted. “Really.” She was incredulous. “So you WERE’NT just

holding onto his hand for dear life?”

Zim glared at her. “What do you know, outlaw?” He gently let go of

Dib’s hand.

“A lot more than you think, Zimmy.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” he snapped.

“More than I care to count, Zimmy.”

His gaze darkened further. “I thought I’d be rid of you when they

kicked you out of the academy, and I was wrong. I thought I was rid of

you when they sent me to Earth and look, I was wrong again. You’re like

the Blachstian Plague, you just keep coming back.” He crossed his arms

and looked away.

He felt her put her arms around his shoulders. “Aw, is that anyway to

treat an old sweetheart?” She chuckled, “even if you do have a new one.”

The shock of the words hit him like a blow and he forced himself out

of her embrace and swiveled around to stare stricken at her. “WHAT?”

She smirked. “Don’t even try to tell me you’re not in love with him,

it’s painfully obvious.”

“You lie!” he hissed. “He is an Earth-thing.”

She shrugged. “So? You know you care about him. Does is really matter

what planet he’s from?”

Zim sat down heavily in his chair. Was there really any use denying it

to her? She’d just keep pushing. She ALWAYS kept pushing. “You never

know when to quit, do you?” he muttered to her.

She bopped one of his antenna and he shivered. “Wasn’t that why you

dated me? I’ll wager a couple thousand monies that kid there doesn’t

know when to quit either.”

He slumped back in his chair. “No, he doesn’t.” He looked up at her,

for all his protesting it was a relief to admit it to someone. “He’s

been fighting me for five years, Kiir, since I got here. We’ve been

bitter enemies. I try to conquer the Earth, he stops me and tries to

prove I exist to the rest of the world.” He sighed.

“And you’ve always admired him from afar and known you’d never really

hurt him, right?” She grinned. “I bet you’ve had fantasies about having

him by your side when you ruled the Earth.”

He glared at her. “I hate you.”

“Only because I know you so well Zimmy. So keep talking, why the

sudden lack of enmity between you?”

He looked away. “It was… a combination of things. Finding out, last

night, about my mission, and then today when I saved him. He wanted a

truce, and I thought, why not? What’s the point anymore? And I thought

maybe, since he was the one that said it, maybe it meant that I wasn’t

just something for him to cut up on the dissection table.”

“Oh, I donno Zim, that sounds kind of fun. In a kinky sort of way.”

He stared at her, horrified. “KIIR!”

She giggled. But then became more serious, as though she were

thinking about something. “Hey Zim, maybe I should let you figure

this out on your own, but…”

Dib coughed. “Nnng, Zim?” he said hoarsely.

To be continued…

Hehehe. More cliffhangey evilness. Am I wicked or am I wicked. Next

chapter as soon as I write it. What did Zim find out about Dib? Find

out the same time I tell you how I did on my math test.

Read it? Review it!

A/N: GAH! Midterms were soooooo loooong. I’m pretty sure I failed math

 

with my usual style and flair. I’m not sure how well I did in Morality.

(It’s not exactly a natural talent ya understand) English I think I did

REALLY well in, same with History and Environmental science. Just to

warn you though if I get a bad report card (which I might, considering I

never do homework except in English) I might not be able to update as

regularly as I’d like. Hopefully my mom’ll take pity on me though.

Disclaimer:… What would you do if I said it WAS mine?

Chapter 9… In which Dib is awake, Zim wonders how best to go about

revealing what he found in his tests and Koil experiments with

something undeniably human.

Dib looked blearily around. He wasn’t exactly lucid about what was

going on but he surmised that he must have passed out. He wasn’t sure

quite where he was since someone had removed his glasses effectively

reducing his vision down to slightly more than nil. He was laying on

some sort of bed or table maybe, and the purple metallic sheen to

everything led him to guess that he was still in Zim’s lab. He toyed

with the idea of sitting up, but his body protested so effectively

that he doubted he could have managed anyway.

He coughed hoarsely, which was rather painful. “Nnng, Zim?”

A fuzzy figure which to Dib resembled nothing so much was an over

large, green matchstick approached where he lay quickly. As it came

closer it resolved itself more or less into a blurry Zim. Dib coughed

again and trembled.

“How do you feel Dib?” he asked with a worried look.

He grimaced. “I think it’s safe to say that I feel about as well as,

as,” words for the moment escaped him, “as a very, very not well

feeling thing.” He buried his head further in the pillow. His head hurt

a lot, a bits of visions he guessed must have been from the terrible

nightmares he’d been having played before his eyes.

“You became unconscious,” Zim told him.

“Yeah, I kinda guessed that,” he replied with a weak smile.

“I told you that you should conserve your energy.” Zim sat down on

the edge of the bed-table-thing.

“Yeah, you did. So what’s the diagnosis, am I gonna die of not

listening to your advice?” Dib felt the need to be witty and sarcastic

to make up for the fact that he had about as much energy as a wet tissue

ah, that was the phrase he’d been looking for.

Zim didn’t seem to find it funny. He scowled. “Not this time. Count

yourself lucky.”

“Aye aye, cap’n.” He squinted to see if Zim was still scowling. It

was very difficult to make out details at a distance past three inches

with his natural eyesight. “Um, Zim, can I have my glasses?”

The alien took something off of a grey something, and proffered it to

Dib. It turned out to indeed be his glasses which he put on without to

much trouble.

Zim, as it turned out, wasn’t scowling, but he was frowning rather

deeply. “You are going to need several days of bed rest you realize.”

Now Dib frowned. He hadn’t really come to terms with that fact yet.

Zim didn’t give him the time to think up a proper response. “You

realize also that I am not about to risk moving you in your current

condition.”

Dib opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off again.

“Therefore you are not going to be leaving here until you are in

reasonably good health.” Zim crossed his arms as if to cut off any

ensuing argument.

It didn’t stop Dib from trying. “But-“

“If you do not follow THIS advice Dib, you most likely will end up

dead.

He sighed. “I wonder if anyone will notice I’m gone?” he muttered to

himself.

“I called your house so they would not worry. I told your sister that

are having a ‘sleep-under’.”

Dib nearly choked, wondering what Gaz’s reaction had been. Then he

laughed, which turned out to be a bad idea as it was quite painful. He

cringed, still smiling weakly. “It’s sleep-OVER Zim.”

“Yes, that,” he agreed with an absent nod, standing up.

Dib thought he seemed rather distant, preoccupied. “Is something

wrong?”

The Irken turned back to look at him. “You nearly died Dib, that is

not an event I wish to occur.” Instantly almost he looked away again.

“You are thirsty,” he announced. “I will get you water.”

Dib was about to protest that is was unnecessary, but a fit of dry

coughs stopped him. Zim swaggered from the lab.

“Wait,” Dib said too late, “I don’t want to be left alone.”

 

---

 

Zim hurried up to the kitchen. He needed to be away from the raven

haired boy for a moment to gather his thoughts and make sure that he

didn’t say something stupid. The sounds of the television reassured him

that Kiir had indeed come upstairs when Dib had woken and had thankfully

taken Gir with her.

He took a glass out of the cupboard. Tentatively he turned on the

tap to see the water rush out and down the drain. Careful not to get

any on himself or the outside of the cup he filled it and shut off the

water as quickly as he could. It occurred to him again, as it had the

night before that water was very symbolic. In this instance it struck

him as a good metaphor for time, pouring away, gone almost as soon as

it was there and utterly useless unless you catch it. But once caught

did the moment quench a thirst or did it sting like a slap in the face?

Careful not to spill any he made his way back down to the lab. Right

now was not the time for complex poetic imagery. Now was the time for

thinking up a good way to ask Dib if he knew that well, that he wasn’t

human, exactly. And what if he didn’t know? How would Zim tell him?

What if he had a nervous breakdown and it worsened his condition? Maybe

now was not the time to tell him. But he had a right to know, didn’t

he?

Zim took the elevator down. Well, at least he hadn’t panicked upon

waking up in the lab. That was definitely a good thing. But why hadn’t

he?

 

---

 

Dib kept his eyes open to stop the nightmares from replaying behind

his eyelids. He knew they were all probably very symbolic and showed

loads of things about his psyche that he in all likelihood didn’t

want to know. The problem was, however, that it didn’t take a genius

to analyze these particular dreams and since he was certifiably a

genius anyway, he already knew what they all meant. It was just too

obvious.

The first segment was of course a dramatic reinterpretation of his

encounter with the Oranges that morning. Brought to you by Dib’s

gushy, romantic side. The second bit with the mirror represented the

struggle between that side and the snide, disinterested Paranormal

Investigator. After that was a melodramatic portrayal of the fact

that he had always envied Zim rather than he hated him. It was trying

to tell him that the reason he’d always been trying to thwart Zim was

because he was jealous.

And the last two clips, ah, of course. Being tossed into the void of

space definitely represented his loneliness and isolation and being

rescued from it meant that he felt he’d found someone who could

alleviate that isolation. Three guesses who.

If he’d been standing he would have shaken his head. It was nothing

new. His subconscious wasn’t very creative, was it? He sighed, wishing

his head would stop pounding.

The elevator doors slide open and Zim stepped out, holding with some

hesitation, a glass of water.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Dib said, although rather touched and

intrigued by the level of Zim’s concern.

“The computer says you are dehydrated,” Zim answered.

“You could have made Kiir get it,” he pointed out.

Zim made a face. “And listen to her complain for ten minutes about

it? It was easier just to get it. Can you sit up?”

Dib winced, attempting to do just that.

“Computer, pillows,” Zim said.

A metal claw whirred from somewhere and deposited four or five large

pillows at the foot of the bed before whirring away again.

“That’s really something,” Dib said, still impressed by all of the

technology encompassed in Zim’s lab. That fact that it did everything

from launch probes to control defenses and fetch and carry was just

cool. “Does it do laundry to?” he joked.

“Yes,” Zim replied seriously. He set down the glass of water on a

metal table-pedestal-thing. He picked up several of the pillows. “Here,”

he said, and without waiting put his arm around Dib’s shoulders, lifted

him forward into a sitting position and stuffed the pillows behind him.

Dib felt himself blush again and shifted his gaze away. “Thanks,” he

muttered embarrassedly.

“Drink,” Zim said, now pressing the glass into his hands.

Dib took it gratefully. “hey, um, what time is it anyway?”

“It is just past midnight.”

“Oh, thanks.” Wow, he’d been out for hours. Hadn’t Zim said it was

seven thirty, just before he passed out? Dib started to take a drink

of the water just as he remembered what had happened directly before

that. The whole touching thing, and Dib had said. Oh god.

He felt his face grow hot again and tried to hide it by drinking.

The alien took a seat in a chair beside the bed. “Er, Dib. There’s

something I think you should know.”

Dib froze and turned mid drink to look at him. Please god let him not

want to kill me now. Please, it’s not that much to ask, is it? It didn’t

occur to him in his adolescent panic that Zim had not only had a good

many chances to kill him after the incident, but could simply have not

done anything to help him.

“Yes Zim?” he squeaked fully expecting Zim’s next words to be, ‘Don’t

ever touch me again’, or ‘I don’t swing that way’, or something.

“I ran some tests on you while you were out, to make sure you were

going to be alright.”

Dib stared at him blankly.

“I knew you’d be angry but it was nes-“

Dib cut him off. “No, no. I’m not angry. I was just surprised. It…

wasn’t what I expected you to say.” To say he wasn’t angry was an

understatement. He was thoroughly relieved. He wanted to hug him in fact,

for not being angry at him. But that seemed like a bad idea, and anyway

he still didn’t have very good control over his motor functions.

“You’re not?” Zim blinked, it seemed to be his turn to be surprised.

“No, I’m glad actually. To know there’s nothing wrong.” He paused.

“Nothing’s wrong, is it?”

The alien grew noticeably more uncomfortable. “Well, no not, wrong as

such, exactly. You see, um…”

Dib furrowed his brow. “What is it, Zim?”

“Um, well,” he twiddled his thumbs. “Why don’t you take a look.

Computer, display the results of Dib’s tests.”

The large screen snapped on, showing several different screens at

once. “This one’s your physiology,” Zim said. “Normal human bone

structure, if a bit slight of frame. All your human organs are in the

right places, etcetera, etcetera.” He pointed to a different screen, one

with pink squiggly lines on it. “This one is your brain activity. It’s

twenty percent higher than he normal human limit.”

Dib frowned and shrugged. “Well, I am a super genius.” He said this

without a trace of arrogance.

“No, you misunderstand. Not twenty percent higher than the human

average. Twenty percent higher than the human LIMIT.”

Dib took a moment to try to figure this out. “… oh. What exactly

does that mean?”

“Just keep watching.” He pointed to a third screen. “This one’s your

genetic makeup. Humans have forty-six chromosomes, yes?”

Dib nodded, wondering exactly where all this was going. “Twenty three

from each parent.”

“Brace yourself Dib. You have fifty-eight chromosomes, from no

discernable source. Your DNA as far as I can tell is completely unique.”

Dib stared at him. “But that would mean…”

“You’re not human, Dib.”

 

---

 

The balding man who had answered the door had been easily dispatched

if not particularly nourishing. The figure that seemed to be Isabella

Drone but most certainly was not looked from the number on the side of

the door, down to the driver’s license and back up to the house. It

was the correct address. With one hand Koil picked the dead man up by

the collar and carried him into the house, shutting the door behind

herself.

Once inside she looked for a convenient place to store the body,

preferably out of sight. It was a pity she hadn’t thought to do a

memory drain on the teacher-woman as well, it would have been useful

at this point. She would just have to look.

After a few minutes of pacing around the downstairs opening doors

and shutting them again, Koil came across a door that led down into

a dark, unfinished room, the basement. She tossed the body of Joseph

Drone into a corner and went back up again.

The rooms she had found were arranged as such that one entered

through the kitchen which doubled as a dining room. Past that was a

room with large windows, the curtains of which Koil shut, a couch, two

squashy chairs a table an earth view-screen.

Between the first two rooms was a door which opened to a hallway

which had four more rooms. The first two were rather small, one full

of another view-screen, books and a chair, the other a desk and a lot

of papers. At the end of the hall was another even smaller room, with

human facilities, and a room that was larger than the rest with a large

bed and several dressers.

Koil went into the room that had the large windows, which seemed to

be the main room, and sat down in one of the chairs. Hanging from the

ceiling were odd little things that knocked together at the slightest

movement of air and made ringing sounds.

On the arm of the chair was a small remote device that looked as if

it operated the view screen. Koil picked it up boredly. This venture

was proving to be more trying than anticipated. ‘Go to Earth’ ‘lets

try Earth’, Buntch had urged her. ‘It’ll be fun’, ‘It’ll be easy’,

‘It’ll be ironic’. Why she listened to that idiot was beyond her.

Koil looked down at the hand she wore. This body displeased her sense

of aesthetics, it was much too lumpy and squashed. It was not as though

the operation would require her to wear this form either, it was merely

necessary to dispose of the teacher. Instead of posing as Isabella

Drone herself she could say the human was sick and that she was the

substitute.

Before coming to Earth Koil had at least demanded that they make a

thorough study of the planet and the inhabitants just in case. Buntch

hadn’t understood why she bothered, but it gave her a great

satisfaction to understand these hapless creatures and their inferior

technologies and customs.

She picked up the ‘remote control’ and turned on the ‘Television’.

Now she only had to decide what form and name she would choose. Perhaps

a human ‘TV show’ would help her decide.

To be continued…

That’s all for now folks. Oh, and by the way, the reason I do all these

cliffhangers is twofold. First, because if I spend too long at the

computer my dad yells at me and second because I know that if I leave

you wanting to know what happens you’ll keep reading. Duh.

So, what exactly IS Dib if he’s not human? Will Zim and Dib ever figure

out that their love ISN’T unrequited? What form will Koil choose? What

is Kiir doing, is it destructive?

Find out on the next installment of Cognitive Dissonance!

Read it? Review it!

A/N: Sorry for the long wait in chapter posty-ness. I had a little

 

trouble convincing my mom that a 55 really wasn’t THAT bad a grade in

math. Finally managed yesterday. But now I won’t be able to post this

until after vacation, February 24th to be precise. (Which for you it is

now, or after, but for me its still break.) And now I’m having

problems because I got inspiration for this other fic so I’m majorly

side-tracked by this stupid Harry Potter idea. It didn’t help that they

didn’t show IZ on Sunday! Doom on Nick! DOOM THEM!

But on a much, much, much, much, much lighter note, I finally did it. I

finally went out and bought it, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. But I

only had enough money for the first five issues! *sad* MUST… BUY…

MORE! There are only seven right? Of JtHM? And then there’s Squee and

I Feel Sick, right? I’m thinking about actually getting a job at the

supermarket to ya know, buy stuff. Is it a good idea?

I officially love Nny.

Disclaimer:… If I owned Invader Zim I’d be a dysfunctional comic book

writing young man. Last time I checked, I was female. The other labels

apply though, so I might just have missed something.

Chapter 10… In which Dib has a panic attack, Buntch and Koil converse,

Gir tries to be helpful, and Kiir takes up a career as a WHAT? Oh, and

the moment that I know you’ve all been waiting for…

“But, that’s impossible! I mean, of course I’m human! How could I not

be? My parents are human!” Dib was definitely upset. Not exactly scared

or angry, or anything like that, just shocked. Almost disbelieving,

which was a first for him. But it was ridiculous, wasn’t it? How could

he not be human?

“I don’t know how Dib, I just know what. Or more specifically, what

not. What you not. Are not,” Zim said, at last managing to construct

a coherent thought.

“But I look human! Don’t I? Don’t I?” His eyes were wide behind his

glasses. “Wait a minute, why am I asking you? You think a wig and

contacts look human. GAZ! Oh, wait, I’m not at home. Hehehe,” his

tense laughter turned into a nervous giggle.

“Just, calm down Dib, you’re having hysterics,” Zim said.

“Calm? Who’s not calm?! I’M CALM!” he said quite uncalmly, grabbing

Zim’s shirt, he did it not so much for effect as that he was becoming

quite dizzy.

 

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Zim put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. He KNEW he should have waited

to tell him. Dib still probably had traces of the fever delirium.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid. “Dib, listen to me. You’re still sick. You

need to lie back down.” He spoke slowly and hoped his voice would sound

reassuring and rational.

It must have worked because Dib’s manic expression was replaced by a

very worried, scarred, almost hurt expression.

Zim felt terrible. Please don’t cry Dib, he thought desperately. That

is the last thing I need to happen. “Come on, just seat yourself back

on the medi-slab, er,” yes Zim, medi-slab sounds sooo reassuring, “Bed.

Sit on the bed.”

Gently Zim motioned for him to sit down, keeping a hand out to make

sure the boy didn’t fall. Dib wobbled a bit but managed to seat himself.

Dib leaned down and buried his face in his hands pushing his glasses

up to his forehead and scattering more of his already fly away black

hair.

Zim winced. “If you continue to expend energy this way Dib, you will

become comatose.”

“He lied to me,” he hissed, face sill concealed.

Zim furrowed his brow, “Who lied to you?”

Dib looked up. “My father. I asked him once, when I was younger, and

he told me I was human.” He sighed, fixing his glasses back on his nose

and running a hand through his hair.

“… maybe he didn’t know?” Zim attempted cautiously.

He snorted derisively and fell back on the pillows with a thump.

“Yeah. Right. Like my dad, the top scientist in the world isn’t going

to know if his own son is human or not.”

“Perhaps he kept the information from you to spare your feelings,” he

tried. Good, Dib was laying down now.

“Zim, my Dad doesn’t care one way or the other about me OR Gaz. He

just told me that because he didn’t want me to know the truth. Whatever

the truth is.”

The Irken didn’t quite know what he could say to this. Professor

Membrane had actually seemed pretty oblivious of anything resembling

reality the few times Zim had met him. It could have been an act of

course but… “… I’m sorry.”

“Phhh, it’s not your fault. As soon as you let me go home though I’m

going to find out exactly what’s going on.” The determined edge that

Zim had heard so frequently over the years had come back into Dib’s

voice.

Zim squinted an eye. “When I let you go home?”

“You said you were going to keep me here until I was well, didn’t

you?”

“Well, yes,” he agreed.

“You’re probably right about me needing to rest anyway, and it’s not

like I could get out if I tried. Besides, you had plenty of time to do

all sorts of nasty things while I was out cold, if you had wanted to,

and you didn’t,” Dib took a deep breath, “I trust you.” He paused.

“There, I said it.”

Zim stood dumbfounded, staring at Dib as though he had two heads and

one of them was a moose. “… you trust me?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, why not? I mean hey, I haven’t got anybody else

to trust. I ought to at least trust my one friend.”

“… I trust you as well Dib.”

There was a moment of silence.

“… Hey, Zim, I’m actually kind of bored, is there anything to do

around here?”

He thought a moment. “Well, if you promise that you will not over

exert yourself we could play Political Smackdown 2.”

Dib seemed surprised. “I didn’t know you had a GS3.”

Zim grinned wryly. “Do you joke? You know how expensive that would

be? I have better things to waste your earth-monies on.”

“Then how are we going to play Political Smackdown?”

“I downloaded an emulator off the internet.”

“But, that’s illegal. I want to play as Lincoln.”

Zim smirked. “And I will play Sadaam Hussein. Computer, let the

smacking, BEGIN!”

 

---

 

Koil had watched a hour of when ‘small furry creatures attack 7’, ten

minutes of a Spanish soap opera, half of a made for TV horror movie,

a game show called ‘Beat the Geeks’, and several hours of a marathon on

the ‘cartoon network’.

The cartoon in question, the one which had been marathoned, was a

strange tale in which people spoke without their lips moving at the

correct time and disproportioned human girls ran around in very brief

attire shouting something about love, justice and the moon. It was all

very entertaining. Koil had apparently tuned into the first episode

and it had so caught her interest that she was still watching, twelve

hours later. It was very… appropriate, ironic even.

You had not reported back in many hours, I was becoming agitated.

Koil jumped several feet in surprise and whirled around to glare at

Buntch. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She paused.

“This body isn’t made for our language; I will have to speak in human.”

The tall, orange creature shrugged, a fluid, graceful motion that

traveled all the way down his figure.

The alien, still in guise of a dumpy older woman, sat back down.

“Count yourself lucky that it is still a commercial. Otherwise I might

have been more cross with you.”

Buntch would have raised an eyebrow, if he’d had one. You are

studying human society I see, he said with heavy tones of irony.

She pursed her lips. “Yes, and you ought to be as well. I have an

assignment for you. Go take a walk and don’t come back until-” she

picked up the TV guide and leafed through it. “ten p.m.”

Her companion seemed somewhat offended.

“And you’ll need a new form. The one you picked was neither effective

or pleasing.”

You have one to suggest I assume.

“Take my appendage.” She reached over and touched Buntch.

The orange monster melted and coalesced into something else; a tall,

slender human man with golden hair and blue eyes, wearing grey slacks,

a green button down shirt and sunglasses.

Now Buntch did raise an eyebrow. “A human from your research I

suppose,” he said coolly.

“Something like that,” she agreed. “Call yourself Jason Dite. Now go,

Sailor Moon is back on.”

The blonde smirked and faded out.

 

---

 

Kiir sat on the couch, drumming her fingers on the arm boredly. It

had been almost an entire day since Zim had chased her out of the room

when Dib woke up. It had been midnight then and now it was

mid-afternoon. She was tired of watching television. She’d watched a

little of some cartoon with energy draining aliens in human form but

the irony was a little heavier than she was comfortable with. And

besides, the show was stupid. Love and justice, Bah.

She stood up, causing Gir, who had been perched annoyingly on her lap

for the last six hours to fall down.

“Owwwww…” the robot whined, rubbing its head.

“Stow it tin can, tell Zim I’m going out if he asks.”

“Okay!”

She rolled her eyes and sauntered out, slamming the door behind her

and walked out into the yard, and into a rainstorm.

“… skragg,” she growled and yanked the door back open. She stalked

back inside. “Hey, is there an umbrella anywhere around?”

Gir looked up from playing with his pig. “Ummmmm, I donno. Wanna

borrow my piggy?” he asked ‘helpfully’. “My piggy can keep you

waaaaaaaaaaarm!”

“Ah… no thanks, I’ll pass.”

His face fell. “Oh, you made piggy sad. Give him a hug to cheer him

up!” Gir jumped to his feet waving the squeaky toy. “HUG MY PIGGY!!”

“No.” Why in the name of anything remotely non-toxic had Zim not

torn that thing apart for scrap metal long ago?

“Please?” he gave her a wide eyed sad puppy face.

Kiir sighed and grabbed the piggy. She gave the thing a quick half

hearted hug. “There, happy?”

Gir grabbed his toy back. “See piggy, I told you she loved you!”

The former rebel commander twitched. “You know, maybe I’ll just go

out without an umbrella.” It wasn’t as if it would kill her. That was

one of the good things about not being fully Irken, she wasn’t allergic

to water, well, not violently. An hour of swimming in it might give her

a rash but that was it. And who in their right mind would go swimming

in water anyway?

She turned around to go and walked straight into Gir who had

apparently moved while she wasn’t looking.

“Um…” the little robot said unsurely. “Um….” He was holding

something behind his back.

She looked down and raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

He held up an umbrella from behind his back. It was white and covered

with pictures of some hideous monkey thing. “You can borrow mine.”

Kiir furrowed her brow. “Um, thanks,” she said taking it. Was the

robot… blushing? Weird. “Thanks a lot.” she nodded.

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” the robot shrieked happily, hugging her around

the legs and then pranced off.

Kiir shook her head, that was one strange little robot. She turned

and walked out the door, popping the creepy-looking umbrella as she

went, glad that she wouldn’t be getting wet after all.

She had been feeling like she was suffocating, staying in that house

for so long; especially right after that stupid six month trip she’d

just been on. It was all her Uncle Purple’s fault. If she ever saw him

in person again she’d shoot him and skragg the consequences!

She wandered down the street lost in thought, not really paying

attention to where she was going. She didn’t have to worry about not

being able to find her way back because she had the computer in her

optic enhancers mapping her route.

She sighed. Her ship wasn’t anywhere near repaired, she’d checked

Zim’s repair bay just before she’d left. It might take as long as a

month for all of the sensitive equipment to be fixed. That was the

problem with Voot technology. It was really sophisticated and really

difficult to damage in any significant way, but if it did happen to

take any major breakage you were better off just buying a new one

instead of trying to fix it. It would be faster, cheaper, and a frakk

less of a headache.

But she couldn’t buy a new one, not on Earth, and Earth was where she

was stuck. As soon as her Cruiser was done though she was so getting

out. She had a the pieces of her rebellion to start. It probably

wouldn’t be hard now to convince Zim to come with her and help her

either, now that he knew what the Tallest had done to him. Not like he

was back in the academy the last time she’d tried to get him to join

the Underground. But not even promises of co-rulership could win him

over back then. He was too loyal to his empire. Sure he’d wanted to

rule it but for some reason he’d always insisted that he was going to

become Tallest legitimately. Like that was ever going to happen.

Funny thing was though; he seemed to have grown since she’d last

seen him, a lot. He was almost as tall as she was. She hadn’t said

anything yet, since well there was no way he couldn’t have noticed and

it wasn’t the sort of thing you mentioned in conversation anyway

without being considered rude.

She was getting off on a tangent. So, when the Cruiser was fixed

she’d skip the planet, hopefully with Zim in tow. The two of them

together would be enough to give her uncle and Red nightmares for

years. In fact they probably already HAD nightmares about it. The only

tricky part would be convincing Zim to leave his little Earth boyfriend

for some serious Empire conquering. Frakk, why did she even need to?

There was no reason they couldn’t bring the kid along. If his alien

chasing hobby was any indication he’d probably jump at the chance to

get off his planet. There was no reason Zim couldn’t bring him. It

wasn’t as if Kiir was jealous. Their relationship had been over for a

long time.

So there was no problem. Oh, no wait. She’d have to convince Dib to

leave the planet despite the fact that it seemed to be under attack

from scary orange guys. Well, that shouldn’t be too hard. Just appeal

to the kid’s sense of self preservation.

 

---

 

Buntch, or rather ‘Jason’ strolled idly down the street. He wasn’t

quite sure what Koil expected him to be doing but he supposed that it

didn’t really matter. After all, it was happening the same way that it

always did when Koil was in charge, she was getting sidetracked. She

just wasn’t cut out for what they were doing. She should have gone into

socio-archeology not-

But that wasn’t the point. The point was she had once again thrust

him into a foreign environment and expected him to get the job

done while she entertained herself. And it was precipitating! Why

couldn’t she have sent him out while it was dry instead of when liquid

droplets were falling from the sky?

He was wet! He hated being wet. He needed to go in somewhere to get

not wet. But where? Didn’t these creatures have some sort of indoor

public place? He almost wished he’d been paying attention when Koil

had been lecturing him of the planet. Almost.

But he was sure he could find some place by himself. How hard could

it be? He looked from left to right as he walk trying to find some

place that looked as if it was open to the public.

He didn’t see the human until he’d already knocked her over.

 

---

 

“OW!!” Kiir growled as she was knocked the ground and into a puddle.

She’d been so busy thinking up new recruiting ploys for the Irken

Underground (or should she change the name? Maybe the Coalition for a

Liberated Empire?) that she hadn’t seen the guy until he barreled into

her. Now she was on her ass in a puddle. Her antennae bobbed from the

force of her fall. “You skragging jerk! Why don’t you watch where

you’re going?!”

He stooped down and peered at her. “I am sorry, miss-” he reached out

a hand to help her up.

“Yeah, well you better be,” she snarled, shoving him away and

standing up by herself. “Because now I am all frakking wet and I’m

going to have to go back and change before I get skragging rash, so I

hope you’re happy!”

The man seemed taken aback. “… You’re not human.”

Now it was Kiir’s turn to be surprised. “What?”

The man frowned. “No, you’re definitely not human.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. She knew this was going to happen she just

knew it. What was she supposed to do now? She snorted. “Ya know what?

You’re right. I’m not human.” She reached down to her belt and pulled

a blaster lazer the size of her arm and three times as thick out of

hyperspace where she kept it stored. It was her personal weapon, her

custom Godslayer X-1000. “I’m not human,” she repeated. “What are you

going to do about it?”

The skin melted off the guy as he lunged at her revealing gangly,

orange limbs and staring white eyes.

“SKRAGG!” she shouted, rolling out of the way of his attack. It was

one of the things that Zim had been talking about. Narrowly missing

cracking her skull on a trashcan she fired two electric violet blasts

up at the thing.

They hit him and he reeled backwards. And then it paused for a split

second and ways gone.

Kiir climbed to her feet, breathing heavily, and grinning. She missed

being in action. Her eyes darted around the scene and she took two

steps backwards. Had it just left?

The hairs on the back of her neck pricked up and she whirled around,

just as the thing materialized behind her, about to grab her. She

pulled the trigger.

A heavy blast at close range sent the Orange stumbling backwards and

she shot off six more bolts before it managed to regain its balance

enough to disappear again.

Kiir whirled around aiming her lazer at anything that looked like it

might possibly move. She glared.

Then she saw him, in the guise of the blonde man again, dashing down

the street very fast. She took off after him. But why the hell was he

running when he could do that teleport thing?

She wasn’t catching up to him but she wasn’t losing ground either.

Then suddenly he stopped and grabbed a teenage girl as she and several

others emerged from a restaurant. Skragg!

The girl screamed, so did her friends as once again the blonde turned

orange. If what Zim said was true then she had only a few seconds.

“GET CLEAR!” she shouted to the humans. It was going to be tricky,

hitting the Orange and not the victim, but if she didn’t do anything

the girl was dead anyway. And Kiir was the best, frakk luckiest, most

reckless sharpshooter the academy had turned out in seven centuries.

She pulled the trigger ten times in quick succession.

All ten bolts hit the alien monster. It gave a demonic shriek and

lurched backwards dropping the girl to the pavement. It was bleeding,

or something. Yellow goo was issuing forth from a wound in its chest

and dripping to the pavement. It stood hunched over, wavering, and

dripping. The girls were huddled in a corner frozen with fear and

watching transfixed. And there were more people watching, she heard

sirens and there was somebody with a camera and a woman with a

microphone.

All this Kiir took in, in a second as she repositioned her aim and

fired again, and ag- the second time she pulled the trigger nothing

happened. Her eyes widened She’d forgotten to recharge the thing.

“Oh SKRAGG!!”

The orange had regained its wind, from a crouching leap it sprang

up at her like some sort of an animal, and at the ends of it’s

appendages were now sharp, wicked looking claws. Kiir tried to leap

away, but didn’t manage, the thing was on top of her. They were on the

pavement each trying to get control. Kiir felt some of her strength

slipping from her. She struggled to get the plasma blade from her belt.

The sirens were closer now, and she heard shouting.

“NO! Don’t shoot!” one of the girls was yelling to someone, “you’ll

hit-“

But her senses were become fuzzy, tuning in and out like a bad

television. She could feel the thing on top of her. She knew she was

going to die. She was going to die without ever having ruled an empire.

It just wasn’t fair. But, SHE WAS NOT GOING TO LET IT END LIKE THIS!!

Like a miracle she found the handle of her blade and pulled it

sharply upwards as she activated it with a ‘snap-hiss’ She felt it

connect with something and heard the wail of the creature.

With a tremendous amount of force she pushed the monster off of her

and stood, vision clearing. She saw the Orange sprawled on the pavement,

one of its limbs lying beside it. Kiir took a step forward. She’d

finish it off.

But then with out a noise it disappeared arm and all. Grinning she

realized that this time it wasn’t coming back.

The crowd broke out in applause, several people, most notably the

woman with the microphone rushed up and started asking questions.

“Sir, sir! I’m with channel 12 news, would you mind answering some

questions? What was that thing? Who are you? Are you a super hero? How

does it feel to have saved those girls?” she shoved the microphone in

the alien’s face.

Kiir took a step backwards. “Whoa, whoa hold on a minute.” In her

mind she was running over all the scenarios. What was she supposed to

tell these people. On the one hand she shouldn’t expose herself, on

the other hand they were hailing her as a hero, and that was really

good for her ego. Wait a sec, had that human called a SIR? “I’m, very

glad I managed to get here in time to save those girls, I’m just sorry

I couldn’t react faster. That thing was an ‘Orange,’ a race of deadly

aliens from another galaxy that go around draining life energy. They’re

very dangerous and I recommend you stay away from them.” She flashed a

winning smile. “As for me you can call me the, uh,” Cosmic Avenger? No.

The Green Comet? No. She grinned at the camera. “Starshock.”

There was much murmuring.

“Starshock, where do you come from, do you have any special

powers? Is there any way people can contact you?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer those questions at this time, miss

reporter, security issues, you understand. But don’t worry, I’ll be

around in the event of another attack.”

“Do you expect another attack soon? What advice do you have for the

public?”

“These creatures are very dangerous, they can look like any one or

any thing, but they’re not very smart so be on guard.”

The girl who’d been attacked was now standing and launched herself

at Kiir wrapping her arms around her. “Oh, thank you for saving me

Mr. Starshock!” she squealed excitedly.

MR Starshock? The girl thought she was male. Probably the rest of

them did too. She must not look very female in human respects. Well,

she was noticeably lacking the fatty tissue that human girls had on

their chests. Oh well, why bother disillusioning them? “It was my

pleasure Miss-?”

“Melanie, Melanie Laurel. Can I have you’re autograph, please?” the

little brunette girl was practically hopping up and down. Kiir hated

to disappoint her but-

“Hey, calm down, if you over exert yourself you could wind up in a

coma. You need to take it easy for a couple of days. Stay home from

Skool.” Kiir smiled. “I’d love to give you an autograph Melanie, but I

don’t have anything to write with, or on for that matter.”

Melanie’s face fell but one of her friends rummaged in her purse and

brought out a green permanent marker and handed it to her.

“You can write on my shirt,” she said hopefully pressing the marker

into Kiir’s hands. The shirt was pink with a violet heart on it.

“Okay. Turn around,” she said indulgently. Melanie turned around and

Kiir scribbled ‘To my first fan Melanie, your hero, Starshock’. “There

we go.” She read it to her.

Melanie giggled. “Thank you.”

‘Starshock’ turned to the reporter again. “Now, if you’ll all excuse

me I must be off.”… but how was she going to get away with out anyone

following her? Besides, walking away wasn’t nearly dramatic enough for

a superhero. Which she was now. Wait, since she was a superhero she

could use her jet boots. She smirked and turned them on.

Small but powerful boosters fired from the bottoms of her boots and

the crowd ‘ooooo’ed and ‘ahhhhh’ed as she rose into the air and jetted

off.

 

---

 

Even though it was past four o’clock in the afternoon Dib was still

asleep. Partly, Zim supposed, because of the drain on his system,

partly from the revelation that he wasn’t human, and partly because he

had stayed up until three a.m. playing Political. Zim hadn’t slept at

all, since he didn’t really need to and he was busy making sure that

Dib’s life signs stayed stable. He’d also been running computer

simulations to see if maybe Dib could be the result of some sort of

human genetic mutation and at the same time running a check to see if

it was a variant of any extraterrestrial DNA. He hadn’t found a single

match, not even anything remotely close.

It seemed like he must be completely genetically unique. It was almost

as if Dib was had been created from the complex proteins up, using

humans as nothing more than a physical model. But it would take a

genius geneticist to do that, even the bio-labs of Irk might have had

trouble designing the complexities of Dib’s gene structure. The computer

had certainly taken a long time figuring it out.

Zim stared at the readouts on the screen, the only sound in the room

was Dib’s soft breathing. This was pointless, Zim thought, I’m not

going to find a match. There’s only one person who might possibly know

what exactly Dib is and that’s his ‘father’ Professor Membrane. The

Irken turned his chair and gazed at the slumbering form on the bed. Dib

looked peaceful now, much more so now that he was actually sleeping

rather than unconscious. The large glasses that usually obscured most of

his face were set on the control panel next to the cot. He looked

different without them on, somehow less aloof and more tangible.

Zim sighed. It wasn’t good for him to keep thinking along those lines.

It might lead him to do something stupid, something he’d most likely

regret. He turned his chair back around to face the monitor. “Computer,

turn on an Earth broadcast.”

The screen snapped to intercept television broadcasts and Zim

discovered to his disgust that the Scary Monkey Show was on. He was

about to tell the computer to change the channel when the ‘regularly

scheduled program’ was interrupted.

“This is Kathy Chatterfield bringing you a special news bulletin. I’m

here in the downtown area where only moments ago a very strange attack

took place. A horrible orange alien creature attacked an innocent group

of girls and attempted to drain their energy.”

Zim stared at the screen. The Oranges were on the news? How reckless

could they have been? Zim must have attempted a thousand very public

takeovers and only one or two, such as the Peepi and Santa incidents,

had ever been noticed by the human media.

“Luckily it seems that a real live superhero was on the scene to

avert disaster. We have this footage from the attack.”

A superhero? That was absolute nonsense. Humans didn’t really get

super powers, it was all comic book bull-

Zim’s jaw dropped. “KIIR?” he demanded incredulously of the monitor.

It was just that idiot’s luck to have run into the Oranges. Hadn’t Gir

said a while ago that she was going out. He watched he beat up the

monster, rather impressed, and jealous, that she had done do well.

“Afterward the unknown hero was kind enough to give us an interview.”

“You can call me, uh, Starshock,” the Kiir on the monitor said.

Zim snorted.

“Mr. Starshock, can I have your autograph, please?”

He couldn’t help it. Zim broke out into a raucous fit of laughter,

pounding the arm of the chair. It was just too funny. They thought,

they thought Kiir was MALE!! Never mind what had possessed her to go

along with the superhero idea in the first place, it was just, just

so perfectly hilarious!

Through his hysterics Zim heard a yawn.

“Zim? What’s so funny?”

Still snickering and snorting Zim turned around. “Take a look,” he

gestured to the screen.

Dib put on his glasses and peered at the broadcast. “Is that, Kiir?”

He smirked. “Yes.”

“What is she doing?” he demanded.

“She ran into one of the Oranges and somebody called the news.

They think she’s a superhero. A male superhero.” He grinned again.

“And she’s going along with it?” Dib asked incredulously.

“Looks like it.” They watched Kiir sign the girl’s shirt and then

fly off. Then they had an interview with the girl.

“I just know I’d be dead if Starshock hadn’t saved me. And he was so

handsome, too! I think those antennae he had were sooo cute. I bet he’s

from another planet. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.”

Dib and Zim both snickered.

“There you have it folks, the city’s own alien crusader. When will he

be back? When will this strange new evil strike again? Now back to you,

Bob.”

“Turn it off, computer,” Zim commanded. “Now that is amusing.”

“Well, I suppose she IS a hero, for saving that girl,” Dib mused.

“And she does have superhuman powers, so I think that technically means

she can call herself a superhero if she wants. Do you think it’s a one

time incident or will she keep going with it?”

“Kiir? She’ll milk it for all it’s worth until she gets bored with

it. She never could say no to fans. She’ll probably come back full of

herself and make herself a cape.” Zim chuckled.

“She’s had fans before?” he asked.

Zim nodded. “Oh sure, as a rebel leader she had all sorts of idiots

hanging over her every word and move.”

“Huh.” Dib yawned again and looked around. “Don’t you have a clock in

here? It’s absolutely impossible to tell what time it is.”

“It’s almost five in the evening I’m afraid you sleeping schedule may

be a little thrown off.”

Dib sighed and laid back on the pillows with his arms crossed behind

his head.

 

---

 

He yawned again and looked up at the ceiling. He felt well rested,

but still weak. He could imagine what would have happened if he’d

insisted on going to school. He’d probably have fallen down the stairs

and broken his neck. He was also worried about what would happen if the

Oranges attacked him again. He’d probably die even faster if it was

before he’d fully recovered.

“Zim,” he said tentatively voicing his thoughts, “if they attacked

me again I’d die, wouldn’t I?”

“No,” the Irken said without looking up.

“No?” Dib asked, surprised. “You mean because I’m not human?”

“No, it is simply because I would not allow them to bring harm to you.

I stated yesterday that your death was not an event I wished to occur.”

Now Zim looked up at him. “You dare accuse Zim of lies?”

“No!” he replied hastily, “of course not. I wouldn’t want you to die

either. I don’t think, I ever really did either,” he admitted. “Not for

a really long time. You know what? I think we’ve really been friends

all these years without knowing it.”

“I believe you are correct.” Zim smiled.

Dib thought the alien looked as if he was about to say something more,

but there was a beep and the computer cut in.

“The lunar probe has detected a sample of the material you

requested.”

“Huh?” Dib asked confused.

“Remember, energy traces from the grass samples?” Zim told him. “They

matched traces found on your moon so you wanted me to attempt an

inspection. It was only moments before you lost consciousness.”

“Oh, right, I almost forgot.” In truth he had completely forgotten

about the incident, though he remembered it now. Life on the moon. He

grinned.

“Well,” Zim said impatiently, “what are you waiting for? Transmit the

data.”

Readouts came to life on the screen.

“It is an exact match for the residue on the grass, only this residue

seems even more, residual, older. These results are from the location

your earth astronauts found the sample. But my probe found another site

with the stuff and it’s over widespread area.” Zim told him.

“Is the probe still? Can we get a visual of where the second set of

traces were found?” Dib asked excitedly.

“I’m not sure, I will check on the site’s co-ordinance,” he tapped a

few keys on the control panel. “Odd, the probe seems to have found some

way to get below the moon’s surface, since, that’s where the readings

are coming from.”

Dib’s amber eyes lit up. “Under the surface? You’re not kidding are

you? There could be anything under there! Remnants of an ancient lunar

society…”

Zim shrugged. “Anything’s possible I suppose, although just as likely

the residue is from some sort of mineral deposit. So we find a bunch

of pillars, maybe a dead body or two. Joy, archeology 101 all over

again.”

Dib shook his head. “You don’t understand. You know there are things

out there. I know it but I mean you KNOW, you’ve actually been there.

I well, can only dream. I mean, finding evidence of real life besides

humanity, and so close too- It’s well…” Dib sighed. Zim would never

understand what he meant, that he NEEDED something beyond the ordinary,

something beyond the everyday, beyond humans and Earth. He needed it

the way he needed to breath, and when all that he found when he looked

around was housewives taking out the trash, it just seemed like he was

suffocating.

“You really hate this planet don’t you?” Zim asked quietly.

“What? No!… Yes. I mean, sometimes… A lot of the time… yes.” Dib

hung his head, ashamed to have finally admitted it. He’d spent years

denying it even to himself and now he’d gone and said it. Well, he

might as well finish the though. “It’s not really the planet that gets

to me so much as, well, the people. There are so many fascinating

things even here on Earth, so many mysteries, and none of them CARE. I

just don’t understand how they can take their lives for granted like

that never once questioning it. They can’t see it, no it’s worse than

that, they blindly ignore it, even when it throws itself in their

faces. That girl on the news, she doesn’t care that she was just

attacked and then rescued by two separate aliens. She’s not wondering

how they got here or what they want, or why the sun rises or how come

we breath oxygen and not helium or, or anything! She’s wondering how

she can get Kiir’s phone number! It makes me sick! I hate humans!

They’re pointless and uninteresting and stupid and worthless! I hate

them!” Dib was shouting now, his fists were clenched and his body was

tense. “I thought I was upset about it earlier, but you know what Zim?

I’m GLAD I’m not human!” he announced vindictively. He had the urge to

kick something.

Zim nodded. “I believe I do understand. You feel caged, unchallenged

and frustrated with your situation. I confess Dib, never really

understood what made you do all the things you did. But you’re like a

Brocaszek forced to live with Criks.”

Dib scowled at his own ignorance. “Earth analogy please.”

Zim winced, obviously realizing his mistake and looking for a

similar comparison. “Um, like a tiger living with housecats.”

Dib thought a moment. “Yeah, that’s it about right.” He nodded

tiredly, the rant had taken alot out of him. “I’m sorry I blew up like

that Zim, I didn’t mean to burden you with my stupid identity

problems. I just it’s, god damn it.” He wanted to tell Zim. Wanted to

tell him that he was the only person he’d ever felt comfortable with,

felt like an equal. More than that Dib wanted to tell Zim how much he

cared about him, how much he LOVED him.

“Is something on you mind, Dib?” he asked.

It was ridiculous! Zim had pretty much said he cared about him,

hadn’t he? He didn’t want Dib to die at least. Maybe it was a stretch

to think it might mean that the alien ‘liked’ him, by Dib had made

plenty of unsubstantiated assumptions in his life, hasn’t he? Maybe

Zim’s words were like that fuzzy picture of Bigfoot he’d taken, just

because it wasn’t irrefutable proof didn’t mean he was wrong.

“I-” he began.

But what if he was wrong? What if all he did was make a fool of

himself? Zim might even get angry and never want to talk to him again,

might throw him out, or anything. But would he really do that?

 

---

 

Zim was very concerned. He thought Dib might be having some sort of

episode, or at the very least was over taxing himself. He knew it must

be trying for Dib to live with humans. But what was the boy trying to

say that he just couldn’t seem to get out?

Maybe it was…? But no, it couldn’t be, could it? It had only been

the fever that had brought what seemed like affection from the pseudo

human, hadn’t it been? He was getting his own hopes up and they’d come

crashing down again when Dib reaffirmed that all he wanted from their

relationship was a friend.

But the alien couldn’t stop himself from hoping. After all, hadn’t

the boy spent years of his life stalking him? Wasn’t Zim the only one

to have ever acknowledged his existence in more than the most cursory

of manners? Was it complete arrogance to believe that Dib might have

been drawn in by his many charms? He stood up and took several steps

over and sat down on the bed next to Dib.

Dib seemed even more uncomfortable now, but didn’t try to move away.

He looked into the boy’s amber eyes. “Whatever you have to say you

may tell me. I would not tell anyone.”

 

---

 

Could he really? Could he tell him? Why had Zim come to sit next to

him? Did he already know? Or was he just being the friend he said he

was? Dib was trembling; he raked shaking fingers through his dark

hair. His stomach felt as though it had departed for some unknown

region, he felt sick. He had to say it. He couldn’t hold it back any

longer.

He opened his mouth, which had gone terribly dry all of a sudden.

This had to be the hardest thing he had ever done. “I-” he grimaced.

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t! He was too afraid.

 

---

 

Zim couldn’t take it any more. He could think of very few things that

Dib would have this much trouble saying. He had to be right about what

the boy was thinking, and if he wasn’t, well, oh well. He had to try.

“Dib, look at me,” he said.

Dib averted his eyes.

But Zim wasn’t going to let him get away with it. He reached down

and gingerly lifted the boy’s chin until he was forced to peer at the

alien through his round spectacles. He seemed surprised. Well, he was

about to get a lot more surprised.

Zim took a deep breath and smiled. “I love you. Is that what you were

trying to say?” But he didn’t give the earth creature a chance to

respond. Instead he leaned in close and did something he’d wanted to do

for so long. He kissed him, pressing his lips to the soft pink of

Dib’s. The boy had frozen from surprise but it was less than a moment

before he began to kiss back, although inexpertly. It was his first

kiss, Zim knew. He wrapped his arms around Dib’s shoulders.

After a moment that seemed like an age they broke apart, though Zim

refused to release the boy from his embrace.

 

---

 

Dib stared at him, speechless. Part of his mind refused to believe

what had just happened and part of it was already replaying the event,

all in all it left very little room for coherent thought. He felt a

blush creeping through his cheeks.

Zim was smirking.

“I, do you, are you?” Dib stuttered. “Can you, I mean what… Do you

really?”

He squinted an eye. “You dare accuse Zim of lies?”

“No! It’s just, I love you, Zim.” He felt his face burn as he FINALLY

managed to say it. “And I was afraid you didn’t feel the same.”

Zim smiled tenderly, one of the first such smiles that he had seen

on him, one that was unmarred by malice of maniacal glee. Dib shivered

as the Irken brushed his cheek with his hand and nuzzled him as he did

so. He realized that this was the second time that he had done it.

“I had the same fear,” Zim admitted.

He chuckled. “Oh? And I thought the mighty Zim feared nothing,” he

teased.

Zim frowned and Dib leaned in again and kissed his pouting lips.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” he said softly.

The doors to the lab slid open with a whoosh. “Hey guys you’ll never

guess what just happened to-“

Dib turned in horror to see Kiir as she stopped mid-boast. He saw

out of the corner of his eye that Zim had blushed a lovely shade of

fushia.

“Or, I can just tell you later,” Kiir said with a grin, although it

was obvious that she felt very awkward.

Zim stood up. “That will not be necessary. Dib is still in need of

rest and we would be quite entertained to hear about your little

adventure, MISTER Starshock.”

It was then Kiir’s turn to be embarrassed.

To be continued!

Hey, thanks for sitting through this extra long chapter, though I

hardly suppose that any of you objected after how long you were forced

to wait for it. And it finally happened. Just like I told you it would.

You DARE accuse Bunny of lies? Heheheh. So what do you think? I’m sorry

if the kiss was suckily written, like Dib I’ve never had the pleasure

of the experience. That’s right and I’m seventeen, go ahead and laugh.

Kiir just sort of ambushed me with the superhero idea while I was

writing it and wouldn’t take no for an answer, but in return I’m gonna

make sure she doesn’t enjoy it TOO much. HHEHEHEHE… That’s right Kiir,

be afraid.

So what exactly did the moon probe find? They never got around to

checking. (though I don’t think even Dib will complain about that) But

they will find out next chapter, and the answer is surprising! Well,

I think it is at least, and no, it doesn’t involve clown shoes.

So I’m looking for a little bit of input here, who’s up for seeing a

little more of Gaz? How far exactly should I let Kiir run with the

Starshock thing? How far should Melanie go with the whole ‘fan’ thing?

(I’m sorry, that just makes me laugh and laugh). Ideas, praise and

constructive critism welcome. Flames will be sent back to the writer

and used to light a place where the sun don’t shine.

Read it? Review it!

Cognitive Dissonance

 

By Lejindarybunny

A romantic Invader Zim epic

A/N: Hey all. Sorry about the wait, it seems these days it’s taking me

longer to get a chapter done for some reason. I’d like you to know

though, that the reason this one in particular took so long is because

midway through my muse whacked me over the head with the dead fish of

inspiration. Unfortunately, the bit I got inspired to write, while

integral to the story, won’t appear for several chapters yet.

I just wanted to take this opportunity while my mind is on the subject

to thank all of my reviewers. You make living a better option than the

alternative. You know, I don’t think I’ve every actually gotten a

negative review, much less an outright flame? I’m glad people seem to

like my writing so much, it makes me very happy to know that I’m

somewhat appreciated. I try.

OOo, and buy the Evanescence cd, ‘Fallen’. It be awesome. I’m listening

to it as I write. My favorite song is track seven, ‘Imaginary’. It’s

honestly my own personal theme song.

One more note, in order to get a better feel for Gir’s dialogue I’ve

decided to write it the way he talks, so yes, the misspellings and

stuff are there for your reading enhancement.

Okay, now that I’m done with that, on to the story.

Disclaimer: I own Kiir, I own the Oranges. I don’t own anything else.

Chapter 11… In which we learn slightly more about the Oranges,

jealousy runs amuck, and Gaz comes over.

“Useless!” she barked looking down at the torn and shuddering frame

of her partner. Her voice was cold and pitiless. “You’re absolutely

useless!” She kicked the trembling orange form that lay before her.

Buntch whimpered.

Koil had chosen the form of a tall, severe looking woman with cold

blue eyes and blood red hair bound into a bun on the back of her head.

She wore professional, but elegant looking attire, the latest human

fashions and expensive jewelry.

“How the hell do you expect to drain this planet dry if you can’t

take on ONE of this planet’s lowly inhabitants?!” she screeched.

Not a human, the beaten Orange trilled. I recognized it. The

creature attended skool yesterday. There are two of them.

“Fine!” she snapped. “The creature’s origin is of no importance. You

were seen on the Earth news! Less than two days and we’ve been exposed

because of nothing but your incompetence. I have half a mind to get

back in the ship and find a new planet. And leave you here! It’s not as

if these humans even have enough energy to be worth all the trouble

they seem to be giving you.”

Buntch made a pained sound.

Koil turned her back. “There is one reason and one reason only that

I don’t. That one human’s energy. I want to know why it isn’t like the

rest of his species. I want to know why it is that after all these

eons of searching we’ve finally found a perfect match!”

That roused her partner out of his stupor. What?!

She nodded. “If you’d bothered to do any more than preliminary tests

you’d have noticed it too.”

It is here on this planet? That human I nearly took?

She turned and looked solemnly down at him. “You nearly had it and

you lost it!”

How could I not have? With that much power I would be no match. How

can we-

“I will contrive a way. The human can’t have realized its power yet

or you would not be here. You return to the ship and heal. Tomorrow

I will pose as a substitute teacher in that skool. We’ve spent to long

living from millennia to millennia. It’s time to renew our vow of

revenge.”

 

---

 

Dib felt distinctly lightheaded sitting there listening to Kiir

recount the details of her encounter with the Orange and he found

himself only half listening to what she was saying. Mostly he was still

focused on staring fixedly at Zim and attempting to discern exactly how

probable it was that what he thought had just happened could happen in

a sane and logical universe. Not that it seemed at all likely that this

was a sane and logical universe.

But he couldn’t help grinning rather foolishly. All his worrying had

been stupid and pointless and everything was going to be okay because

Zim LOVED him.

“So then my lazer ran out of juice and it looked like I was gonna

bite it for sure for sure this time,” Kiir rambled on. “So we were on

the ground, both of us struggling for the upper hand when I get to my

plasma blade and ‘ka-snak!'” she clapped her hands together, “I cut

his arm off. I jump up, whip out my back up lazer and the skragger was

toast. And everyone,” she finished, “was applauding.”

Zim rolled his eyes. “Big deal, humans are easily impressed, right

Dib?”

The raven haired boy stifled a blush under the alien’s warm gaze. “Um,

yeah,” he nodded in agreement. “Most humans still think digital watches

are pretty impressive. Sorry.”

Kiir pouted. “Yeah, well you’re obviously pretty easily impressed

yourself, Zim,” she muttered.

Zim squinted and eye. “Excuse me? Do I detect that you are implying

something?” he demanded, standing up.

“You heard me,” she crossed her arms. “I walk in on you and dirt-boy

sucking face and you expect me not to be upset?”

“I was under the impression that we were no longer together Kiir, and

had not been for quite some time.”

Dib stared at the tow Irkens who stood locked in a glaring contest.

Zim had dated Kiir? She’d said they’d been friends at the academy. Dib

felt a surge of emotion. Was he jealous? Well, yes. Even though Zim

didn’t seem to still like her it was obvious that the apathy wasn’t

mutual. Dib suddenly liked Kiir rather less.

It was the half-breed who broke the tense, edgy silence. “Fine!” she

snapped, turning on her heel. “See if I care!” and with that she

stalked out of the lab.

Dib looked at Zim, a little hurt. “You didn’t tell me the two of you

dated.”

He sat back down on the bed. “The information was not relevant at the

time I might have brought it up.” The Irken paused. “Are you angry?”

The boy thought about it. He shook his head. “No. But she obviously

still likes you.”

“She will just have to deal because I don’t have feelings for her any

longer. I have not in many years.”

Dib smiled a little, and began to regret his jealousy though he

couldn’t banish it. “So, um, when were you two together?”

“It was back when we were both in the invader academy, we were in the

same squad.” he shrugged. “It was only supposed to be a temporary thing,

even back then, but she just wouldn’t quit. Then she got kicked out and

I hadn’t seen her since until two days ago. I rather thought she’d have

finally let it die after more than thirty years.”

Dib winced mentally. It was always a jolt to be reminded that Zim

wasn’t actually anywhere close to his age. Not that it really mattered.

“But she hasn’t,” he observed.

“Apparently not,” he frowned. “Do not let it trouble you however. I

will take care of it.”

 

---

 

It was on of those few times in her life that Kiir honestly wished

that Irkens used stairs rather than elevators. Granted, elevators were

generally more convenient, but it was very difficult to continue

storming from a room once one had reached an elevator. Whereas it was

quite easy to storm up or down stairs. Elevators in that sense

presented a natural threshold in which one would have to pause and

stand still for a moment. Empty elevators were nothing if not breeding

grounds for cooling off and sorting out rational thoughts from

irrational ones.

Kiir did not want a chance to find her rational thoughts, she was

angry and believed that she had every right to be; she didn’t need any

rebellious bits of her consciousness attempting to calm and soothe her.

She flung her back against the wall of the elevator with a grunt and

crossed her arms furiously. What right did that human have to get all

touchy kissy with her boyfriend?! She’d thought it was funny when it

was just idle speculation, a joke. Even in the lab when she’d asked Zim

about it she’d never thought they’d get together, thought the human was

just an object onto which Zim had cast his affections for her all the

years that they’d been separated. It wasn’t fair!

Sure she’d fooled around a lot of the years, but she’d never claimed

to love anyone else! She’d always planned after she managed to conquer

the empire she’d issue the order revoking Zim’s exile and they could be

together again. Why hadn’t she sent someone to Earth to get him long

ago? If she had, everything would be fine! Kiir choked back a sob and

clenched her fists. How DARE he?

The elevator dinged and she stormed out of the elevator at ground

level, and into the living room; flumping down on the couch. And she

was supposed to live here with the two of them? How could she?

“OOOooo! You was on TV!” Gir giggled, glomping her from out of no

where.

Kiir froze, somewhere between a scowl and a grimace. It was a little

uncomfortable being glomped by a tin can with ADHD. “Now’s not a good

time to hug me, Gir.”

“Oooooooooh,” he look dejected, detaching himself from her neck and

sliding down to sit beside her on the couch. “But you’re so cooooool!

You’re neater than cupcakes! I like cupcakes!” he giggled. “But I likes

you more!”

The half-breed was caught somewhere between her anger and her ego.

Inwardly she shook her head. What a weird little toy. “… Thanks,” she

managed after a moment.

An even wider grin threatened to consume the psuedo-SIR’s face. “I

made you a present!”

This… worried Kiir. “You, did?”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded. “LEMMEEGOGETIT!” He raced out of the room.

Sitting there she seriously considered getting up and leaving before

Gir could get back. But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to be quite

that mean to the little guy.

Gir trotted back in happily, carrying a bowl of something. “This is

for yooooou. Because you mah heroandmahfrand!” He shoved the bowl at

her, little imaginary hearts practically visible hovering over his head.

She looked down at the bowl in her lap and was nearly ill. It was

some kind of weird brown goo with… chunks of stuff… in it. “Umm,” she

forced a smile. “This looks, imaginative, Gir, what’s in it?”

“It’s got chocolate pudding,” he drawled, sticking his tongue out

thoughtfully and began to count on his fingers, “and chocolate chips,

a cuuuuupcake, andthreebrownies!” He giggled, “and some COOKIES MADE

WITH ELVES!! and um, oh, I’s run outta fingers! MAH FINGERS THEY’S

GONE! DON’T LEEEEAVE ME FINGERS! AH LOVES YOU! PLEEZE COME BACK!!”

He shouted hysterically.

Kiir cringed at the shrill voice and resisted the urge to clap

her hand over her antennae. Instead she grabbed Gir’s hands in a

desperate effort to stop the shrieking. “No! Look, Gir, your fingers

are right here, see?”

He stopped abruptly, looked down at his hands and glomped Kiir around

the neck yet again, sending the bowl flying. “YOU FOUNDS MAH FINGERS!

YOU’S MAH HEEEEERO! MORE!”

Kiir squinched her face up. Great, as if he hadn’t had enough of an

obsession with her already. She sighed and smiled. “You’re welcome,”

she patted the robot on the head. Wait, she was smiling. That meant she

wasn’t angry any more, or at least not for the moment, which meant she

was cheered up. Which meant the defective little robot had cheered her

up. Frakk. “Thanks a lot,” she mumbled.

“You’re welcome!” he said brightly, disengaging from around her and

standing happily on the floor. That was obviously when he realized he

had sent the pudding flying with his outburst. “Oh NO! You’re present’s

all icky!” His expression turned very sad.

The bowl had landed on a free standing lamp and the concoction it had

held was now oozing its way down to the floor. In a way Kiir was glad,

she wouldn’t have to choke down the chocolaty mess. She was sorry the

robot was sad, though, and she wasn’t sure why exactly. She rolled her

eyes. “Oh, it’s okay Gir, I’m sure Zim will clean it up later.”

He sniffed. “But your present; I broked it.” He hung his head.

She stood up; she’d practically just gotten back and already she

felt the need to get out again. She didn’t know how she was going to

manage living here, and that, she reminded herself, depended on Zim

letting her stay. Which he might not, she thought bitterly. “It’s okay,

don’t worry. It’s um, the thought that counts,” she said, hoping the

thing wouldn’t go into another fit.

“Reeeeelly?” he asked, wide eyed.

“Yes, really,” she nodded.

“YAY!!!” he hugged her around the legs.

Kiir sighed. If she tried to leave the stupid robot would probably

get all dejected. Well, there was one thing she could try. “Hey, Gir,

I was going to go for another walk, do you want to come?”

He looked up at her, awestruck. “Can we get BRAINFREEZIES?!” he

squealed.

“Uh, sure,” she answered, not really knowing what he was talking

about but assuming that it was some sort of food.

“YAY!!” he screamed again, hugging her tighter. “Lemmegogetdressed!”

he skipped hurriedly into a corner and zipped on a, something. A green

something.

Kiir shrugged. His disguise was probably meant to resemble some Earth

animal. “Okay, c’mon.”

She pulled the front door open and was surprised to see someone

standing there about to knock.

“Is Dib here?” the human girl asked deadly.

 

---

 

Gaz was withdrawn, not unobservant. She noticed much more than most

people, it was just that she didn’t, in general, care. She knew for

instance that most people didn’t have the same level of logic skills,

reflexes, or hand-eye co-ordination that she did. She knew that most of

the things they taught in school were absolute bull shit.

She knew that the woman standing in the doorway was an alien.

“Well, is he?” she demanded in monotone.

The creature blinked. “Uh, yeah,” she scowled. “Down in the

basement.”

“Can I see him?” Gaz had a good idea what the alien was upset about.

‘Sleep-under’, hmmmm? The corner of her lip twitched for a second into

a smirk.

“Yeah, sure,” she stepped out of the way. “Knock yourself out. You’re

his sister, aren’t you?”

“Unfortunately.” She noticed the green skinned woman still watching

her. “You can go now. I know my way around.”

“Oh.”

Gaz rolled her eyes.

“YAY! I HASN’T SEEN YOU IN FUHEVA!” a green blur ran up and hugged

the human.

Her eye twitched. “Get off me.”

“Awwwwwwww.” Gir sniffed and walked back over to Kiir. “Can we get

Brainfreezies now?” he asked hopefully.

“Uh, sure,” the Irken shrugged and started toward the still open door.

Gaz turned, feeling the need to do Kiir a favor. “Hold on.”

“Huh? You lost already?” she asked.

“You weren’t planning on going out like that were you?” Gaz inspected

the alien. Green skin, antennae, three fingers. But that wasn’t what she

knew people would notice.

“Um, yeah?”

The human rolled her eyes again. “I saw you on TV you know.”

“Yeah? Am I cool or what?” she grinned.

“Are all aliens as stupid as you and Zim?” Or as self centered, she

thought. “If you go out like that you will be accosted by reporters,

fan girls, and wanna-be super villains. Believe me. I know.”

The alien seemed to consider this. “What do you want me to do about

it?”

Gaz sighed and fished her Game Slave out of her purse, and handed the

purse to Kiir. “I assume you can put on make-up.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good.” She nodded and started towards the elevator. “You want to buy

new cloths too. My dad’s credit card is in there.”

She stepped into the elevator.

 

---

 

Kiir stared dumbfounded at the elevator even after Gaz had gone.

She shook her head. Humans were strange, strange creatures. She looked

down at Gir, who, surprisingly was waiting patiently. “Er, hold on a

minute Gir, while I… put on some makeup. And then we can go.”

“Okay!” he chirped. “Go be pretty!” He giggled.

She slung the purse over her shoulder and headed to the bathroom.

 

---

 

“So it was you who tripped Mike yesterday? Or was it day before

yesterday?” Dib wondered. “You’re right, my time sense is all messed

up.”

Zim nodded, his antennae bobbing. He’d taken off his disguise some

time ago, proclaiming it to be ‘very skragging itchy’. Dib didn’t mind

at all.

They’d really just been talking for the last half-hour or so, about

skool, about their lives, about each other a little bit too. Dib

smiled.

“It was yesterday,” Zim nodded.

Dib turned as her heard the whirring of the elevator. The noise set

him on edge. It meant either that Kiir was coming down to yell at them

some more or Gir was coming. Either one wasn’t particularly appealing.

Well, there was always the possibility that Kiir was coming to

apologize; a nice idea, but not very likely. He sighed. He’d liked

Kiir pretty well, too.

He resignedly watched the doors slide open. Relief washed over him as

instead of Kiir or Gir, someone else walked into the lab.

“Oh, hi Gaz,” Dib greeted. Then he did a double take and nearly fell

over. “GAZ? What are you doing here?”

To be continued…

Sorry for the long wait and the short length but I’m in deep sandwiched

between two ten page projects and a schism in my circle of friends.

It’ll be a while for the next chapter, but I promise it WILL be worth

it, and I will never, ever abandon this fic!

Read it? Review it!

Cognitive Dissonance

 

By Lejindarybunny

A romantic Invader Zim epic

A/N: Hey all. I’m going to try to get back into the swing of things as

it comes to chapter-posty on timeness. After all, if I’m not doing my

homework I ought to be doing something, ne? I’m going through a

personal social crisis at the moment (involving best friends who now

seem to hate me) and I’ve decided the best way to solve it is to sink

deep into the abyss that is fandom. I haven’t been reading or writing

much in favor of brooding but no more. HA! My reviewers on line are

much more dependable than some of my real life friends. For that

matter so are my characters.

But I’m ranting, sorry about that.

Anyway, story-wise things should be heating up. Dib’s going to have to

go back to school soon and he and Zim will find themselves faced with

a new substitute teacher. What exactly do those Oranges have in mind?

It has something to do with Dib I’d say, but that’s only an educated

guess. Meanwhile Kiir’s going to have to deal with her heart-breakyness

hopefully in a way that doesn’t involve the destruction of Dib’s spinal

cord or any major landmarks. But will she be able to? If Dib’s not

human, what is he? How much longer will I keep asking hypothetical

questions?

Disclaimer: If I owned the rights to Invader Zim everyone would hate me

because I’d be Nick.

Chapter XII… The origin of Dib; Kiir and Gir get Brainfreezies, the

return of Melanie, and the secrets of what created the Universe,

REVEALED! (HA! What other story can boast the answer to Life, the

Universe and Everything? Oh right. That one.)

“GAZ? What are you doing here?” Dib demanded, obviously shocked.

Not that Zim was any less surprised to see the normally

debilitatingly apathetic girl in his lab. After all, from what he could

gather she barely left the couch when the choice was up to her. What

could she want?

“Your skool called dad saying you weren’t there today. He wanted me

to make sure you weren’t dead. Tch. I told him you were here.” The

girl’s voice was a bland drawl like she wasn’t fond of speaking.

“Yeah, well, I’m not. Dead I mean. I am here,” Dib said.

“Obviously.”

Zim watched the two of them as silence descended and he wondered,

if Dib wasn’t human, what about his ‘sister’?

“So you can go now,” Dib told her.

Gaz continued to pause as though her brother hadn’t broken the stiff

silence. Then she spoke. “So why ARE you here? You look like shit Dib.”

Dib flushed. “I’m just, hanging out, okay? NOW can you go?”

“With Zim. You’re ‘hanging out’ with Zim.” She paused again,

evidently to consider the statement. “I thought he was an ‘alien’.”

“Yeah, so?” Dib responded sharply, “I never said there was anything

WRONG with him being an alien, did I?”

“Yes,” Gaz responded truthfully. “You said he was alien scum come to

destroy the planet.

“Alien scum hmmm, Dib?” Zim squinted an eye, smirking. It was vaguely

amusing watching the two argue like this.

“That was years ago!” he protested, although still casting a slightly

guilty look toward the alien.

“That was day before yesterday,” she deadpanned. “You didn’t answer

my question Dib. What happened to you?”

The boy stayed silent.

Privately Zim weighed the pros and cons of actually telling the truth

to the maybe-human. He was certain she could handle it, if she

believed it. But did Zim want her to know?

“Or how about I ask you a different question Dib,” Gaz said with more

than a hint of threat in her voice along with the ghost of a smirk

playing on her lips, “How about you tell me how your little

‘sleep-under’ went?”

Dib turned quite a lovely shade of pink and Zim could feel his own

cheeks heating with magenta. That clinched it.

“He was attacked,” Zim said as all eyes turned to him. He shifted

a bit uneasily under the weight of Gaz’s icy stare remembering that he

was completely undisguised. But it really didn’t matter. “A creature

attacked him in the hallway of skool and attempted to drain him of his

life energy. I brought him to my lab for medical attention.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” she looked at Dib.

The boy was still rather pink around the ears. He nodded.

“Your brother’s life was nearly extinguished,” Zim continued. Which

brings us to an interesting point, he thought.

“And you saved him?” she asked a bit incredulously.

“Indeed,” Zim replied, just daring her to accuse him of lying.

Dib’s face certainly wasn’t getting a chance to return to it’s usual

pale shade.

Well now it was time for the ‘kicker’. “I ran several tests on Dib,”

he began.

Dib looked at the alien questioningly.

Zim nodded and spelled it out as simply as possible. “Your brother

is not a human.”

“Well duh,” she snorted.

Not the reaction either of them had expected.

 

---

 

Kiir looked on more time in the mirror, thinking to herself that she

hadn’t done a bad job. Not at all. She grinned. She had smeared strange

peach colored stuff all over her visible skin turning it to a normal

human tone. She had once again pulled back her antennae, which didn’t

hurt as much this time, she was getting used to it. She’d even put on

some of the odd eye and lip paints that seemed unnecessary to her.

After all, in some alien cultures walking around without the correct

face paints in place was the social equivalent to walking around naked.

Like in her mother’s culture.

She regarded herself in the mirror, now looking like nothing more

than a flat nosed human with the wrong number of fingers. She was

actually quite pretty if she judged human standards correctly, if

still a bit androgynous.

‘If Zim’s so into humans he ought to like me quite a bit now,’ she

thought resentfully as she peered at the glass.

There was a soft knocking from somewhere near the bottom of the

closed door. “Are yew ready yeeeeet?” a high pitched voice asked.

Kiir sighed and shook her head. She tuned, pulled the door open and

looked down at the little robot in the animal suit. “Well?” she asked.

Gir gasped looking up with big, blue-green eyes. “Youse all perdy

and HUUU-many lookin’!”

The rebel smiled and was privately pleased at the complement, although

well aware that he probably would have said much the same thing even

if she’d gone in and smeared herself with mud and cake sprinkles.

“You ready to go then?” she asked.

“YuP! YaY! We’se gonna get some BAINFREEZIES!” he screamed and

danced around her feet.

Kiir winced slightly as she headed towards the door with Gir behind.

“Um yeah. You’re gonna have to tell me where to get those since I have

absolutely no clue.”

“The 24/7!!” he screeched and raced out the door ahead of her while

she scurried to catch up.

 

---

 

At the moment Buntch’s world consisted of the sealed tube of

bubbling liquid energy in which he was floating. It would heal him,

and restore his form. The steady pulse and tingle soothed him and

rocked him backwards into a haze of memories of the past.

The dimension from which they came was of pure energy, landscapes of

energy, creatures of energy. Pure energy. It had been in this place

that the first culture arose, the culture which he had been a part of

since the beginning In this their world, they were immortal. Nothing

disrupted the cycle of energy consumption, conversion, reconversion and

consumption.

It had been easy, taking power from that weak council which he had so

long been a part of. True, his position of consort held even less real

power than his previous one of governor. Of course there had been that

one pesky rebellion, but they’d fled the dimension and could no longer

be considered a threat. At least, that was what the her Overlordship

assured him.

For nearly seven millennia she ruled them with an iron fist as he

enjoyed a position of luxury at her side. Then the plague hit, a

mysterious virus, or so they thought, causing the entire population

to weaken and fade out. Even he and her majesty were affected. In

a world that had never known sickness or death it was terrifying.

The best minds sought the answer to the problem. And they found it.

The rebels all those years ago had somehow punched a whole in the

dimensional fabric and their world was dying, slowly but surely.

Bio-energy was being leeched out before it could be converted back

into pure energy. Their word was shrinking and they were dying. In

a few thousand years there would be nothing but a vast, empty void.

The scientists said there was no hope. If they could somehow patch

the hole AND find an infusion of pure energy the cycle should

regenerate itself. But there was less and less pure energy in their

world and there was no way to patch the rift.

The Overlord saw her people and her kingdom dying and she knew

that there was only one chance. She summoned Buntch and only

moments before the dimension died completely followed the rebels to the

other world without a thought for their doomed subjects.

What they found was strange. A dimension of solids that should have

been as barren as their own world had become, like dry, impenetrable

rock. But the energies introduced from their dimension had somehow

bonded with the materials in this world to change them, introducing

gases and liquids and strange, biologic forms of life. It was

disgusting. But as they walked across the surface of one of these

planets the energy that had once been a part of their universe flowed

back to the Overlord and her consort, renewing them. It killed the

bio-creatures of course, but by rights they shouldn’t even exist.

For many millennia they simply traveled this universe, absorbing back

the energy that had been taken, reconverting it from the many

perversions it had taken on and integrating it into themselves. But this

was not the pure energy they had once fed off . It burned itself out

after a while and was gone and they had to consume more. Even so, after

having absorbed an energy they were able to configure their own bodies

to the shape they had taken and thus walk among the creatures if they

chose. They wiped out whole planets in this manner, even as they found

more and more responsive life forms, even somewhat intelligent ones.

But as they traveled they could feel it, deep within themselves, that

there was still pure energy somewhere in this forsaken dimension.

And Koil told him she knew, it must be the rebels and the core of their

ship. If they could find them they could take the core back to the Void

and start the cycle anew. When Buntch asked her how they would stop

the leak she gave a happy trill. The pure power of the Energy core

could be used to destroy this dimension utterly, and then their would

be no hole to patch.

But nowhere they went did they find more than ancient traces of the

rebels’ passing and the pure energy seemed completely out of reach. No

where in the Universe could they find a creature that had even so much

as a trace of Pure undiluted, unconverted energy in them. Until now.

Or so Koil said.

It wasn’t that Buntch didn’t trust her exactly, it was that over the

billions of years they had been searching she had changed. Sometimes

when they were on a planet she would become fascinated with it’s

culture or even a single creature or aspect and she would refuse to

deplete the energy until she was sure she knew everything about it and

had committed it surely to memory. Then after they had destroyed it she

would be almost wistful, like she was sorry it was gone. It wasn’t

healthy. These patterns were twistings of the only true beauty, thefts

and marrings as though someone had carved their initials into the bark

of the tree of life.

He had asked her why once and she had glared coldly at him.

‘They were unique. I could not have created them. They deserve to be

remembered.’

Koil had perfected a way to absorb with their energy all they had

ever known or experienced. Her mind and the ships computers were by

now filled with memories of more than a million creatures and races. And

now she had a fascination with the Earth, or rather, it seemed from the

way she absorbed ‘television’ with the Earth’s myths. And of course

with the human who might or might not have traces of Pure Energy in

him.

Buntch gave the twittering equivalent to a sigh and let the energy

bubble and restore him. It would pass. Everything passed.

 

---

 

The 24/7 was a minimart on the corner about ten or so minutes from

Zim’s base. Regarding it, Kiir’s first reaction was one of surprise and

the feeling that anything purchased from this little center of commerce

would make her physically and violently ill. But Gir, who had a firm

grip on her hand, pulled her forward and into the looming pillar of

consumables before she had the chance to protest.

Inside the store it was a pit of potential greed and gluttony.

Brightly colored signs, each trying to be more eye-catching than the

others, proclaimed things like ‘Meetie Burger: our burgers are the

Meetiest!’ and ‘Obey the Snak Kakes!!’. Kiir thought that it looked

very much like a refueling station near Vergon 6 that she’d been

forced at lazer point to stop at.

Gir too stood for a moment in childlike wonder, the word ‘ooooooh!’

practically painted on his face. Then he suddenly shot off toward one

end of the store, Kiir still attached to his hand.

He stopped in front of a blocky looking machine with a number of

levers and shades of paint in colors that practically burned the

retina. Gir stared at it reverently.

He looked slowly up at her. “Brainfreezies,” he said in an awe filled

tone.

“Riiiiiiight,” she raised an eyebrow. She read the labels above

each lever. “Frosty Peanut, Cherry Doom… what on Irk is Icy Ham?”

“I want a CHERRYDOOM!” the robot squealed.

She shrugged. “Keedoky.” She pulled two of the near bathtub-sized

cups out of the stack. She held one under the Cherry Doom. “So I just

pull this thingy, right?” she asked, tentatively laying a hand on the

lever.

“Uuuuuuhuuuuuuh,” Gir agreed.

Kiir hesitated a moment longer. Something told her this wasn’t a very

good idea. She had no clue what the earth drink might do to her alien

physiology, especially considering her hybrid constitution. But what the

hell, the worst it could do was kill her, right?

She yanked the red lever down and a frothy, semi-coagulated liquid

issued from the spigot, pooling in the cup until it was full. She stuck

a straw in it, handed the first cup to Gir and commenced to fill the

second with the same syrupy concoction, staring hypnotized at the

flow until she released the tap.

She picked up the cup and looked down at the ‘dog’, who was avidly

sucking at the drink. “So where do we pay for these?”

“Over THERE!” Gir pointed.

Kiir sauntered over to the counter and smiled at the bored looking

shop-clerk. He was gaunt and covered in ugly pustules, and was reading

some magazine with unclothed human women on it.

“Ye-ah?” he asked, voice breaking.

She rolled her eyes. “Two of the brain freeze thingies.”

“That’ll be four eight-nine ma’am.”

Kiir reached into Gaz’s purse and handed him the plastic card which

she had been told was earth monies. The clerk ran it through a scanner

and handed it back to her.

“Thank you, have a nice day,” he muttered distractedly, turning his

attention back to the magazine.

She put the card away and turned around to find Gir giggling at a

shelf of comic books. She looked down at the mushy pink liquid, peering

at it as though it would reveal some deep secret of the mystery of

time to her. It didn’t… yet. Hesitantly she put her lips to the straw

and took a pull of the pink goo. Hideously sweet and bitingly fruity it

exploded on her tongue, tasting like the fires of great suns and

freezing as the void of space. It tasted like dreams and mania and

possibilities and instant, perfect bliss. A buzzing feeling raced

through her veins, spreading through her to the tips of her fingers and

feet, her eyes lip up and a grin split her expression. She took another,

longer drink.

Gir looked up at her and asked brightly. “Kii-iir?” He cocked his

head sweetly.

Kiir giggle, her eyes twinkling and grinning manically. “I wanna go

SHOPPING!” she squealed.

 

---

 

“You KNOW?! How can KNOW? WHAT do you know?!”

Zim watched as Dib leapt up and toward his sister, frantic questions

racing behind his amber eyes. Zim knew that look, it meant Din wasn’t

in a stable state of mind. Zim stood quickly and put a hand on the

boy’s shoulder.

“Sit down, you are still not completely healed,” he said calmly.

Dib opened his mouth to protest.

“Sit,” Zim repeated. “You will not loose consciousness in my lab

again.”

The boy frowned and sat down arms crossed. “Fine,” he said, rather

sullenly. “But she has to tell me what she knows.”

The Irken to his eyes him for a moment to regard the Gaz-creature.

“Yes, I think that is something we would both like to know.”

Gaz’s lips crinkled just slightly, perhaps the specter of a smirk.

“You don’t mean to tell me Dib, you never looked through Dad’s files.

Tch.”

“What, so you went through Dad’s diary? What did it say? Did he find

me under a cabbage leaf, or, or did the stork bring me?” he demanded

sarcastically, glaring at his sister, eyes smoldering.

Zim however, watched the girl coolly for any sign of deception.

She rolled her eyes. “Hardly.” She paused and assumed a slightly

stronger posture, though her voice held no more emotion than the moment

before. “Seventeen years ago, January fifteenth, Dad was doing

experiments on some rock from meteor that had crashed in Mexico. He

discovered that they it a strange, powerful energy, and glowed red

under white light. Further testing proved that they had another strange

property, carbon atoms that touched it fused and began to show

properties like single celled organisms. Before this he had been doing

other experiments. Our mother, it turned out, couldn’t have kids, ever,

and so dear old dad was trying to find a way to fix that. He couldn’t.

Then, examining the rocks he thought that maybe he didn’t have to fix

our mom, he thought maybe using this he could make life from scratch.

He sealed the rock in a jar with all the right stuff, and only a single

strand of his DNA. And he waited.”

Zim listened with rapt attention. A meteor, a strange energy? Perhaps

things were coming together.

“And the rock started to change,” Gaz continued in her eerie

monotone, “It became living tissue and flesh and blood. In just two

months it was something that looked exactly like a human baby. It lived,

it breathed. It was the child they had always wanted. It was you, Dib.”

“But what about-” Dib began.

“I’m not finished yet!” Gaz hissed. “A little over a year later mom

contacted a weird illness. He tried but not even dad could cure her.

She died in just a couple of months. Dad was mad with grief, but he

remembered that he still had the tiny piece of the rock, the one that

he had used for tests. The original rock was the size of two fists,

this one was barely the size of a fingernail. But he did it again,

this time using some of mom’s DNA, before it had to decay. He wasn’t

sure it would work with such a small piece. It took longer, seven whole

moths until he had me, but by then he’d changed. He spared just enough

time to raise us until we were old enough for daycare and then he threw

himself completely into his work, which really didn’t make any sense

any more. I don’t think anything really made sense to him after mom

died. But now you know the whole story, how we were born, and why

you’re so completely nuts. Or maybe that’s just dad’s DNA showing up.”

She flashed another almost-smirk and seemed to have finished talking.

Dib stared. “That’s it? I’m a comet? A rock” he stared at his hands.

“Did he ever… figure out where it came from?”

Zim was about to speak when the computer cut in.

“The visuals you requested have been retrieved,” it droned.

The visuals from the moon where the energy samples had been found.

Zim gave a wry smile and drummed his fingers on the control panel.

“I believe I could make an educated guess as to the rocks origin. Bring the

moon on screen computer.”

To be continued…

Dundundun. And that is where I leave you for now. Damn I’m nasty. Sorry

the chappy took so long, halfway through I had to go on a cross country

road trip with my family. Three days in the car one way, three days at

my Gramma’s in Washington state and three days back. We slept in the

car. It sucked. But I got to see my cousin Avery in Washington, he’s

cool. He loves Zim and JTHM. He kept quoting Zim, and talking like him.

Bwa. And I picked up a Zim shirt while I was there. The long sleeved

one with Zim and Gir on the ship and Gir’s singing the doom song. And

I got a pair of ‘Alaskan black diamond’ earrings in the Badlands of

South Dakota in a tourist trap called Wall Drug. They’re black and heart

shaped. Black hearts from the badlands. Oh, and I got bored in the car

and fell in love with Boris Badenov from Rocky and Bulliwinkle. I’ll

have a fanquarter elfwood pic of him up soon, anime style. Yay strange

obsessions!

I’m watching Helen of Troy now.

Read it? Review it?