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Forever Love	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: This is a gift for ForbiddenSecrets. ZASR truly does need more love. So here is some more love in honor of the one who made the pairing possible and oh so luffable. Warning for hints of RAPR. It could be considered a continuation of Disaster but you don't have to read that to get this.
Forever Love
Chapter 1.
Spork scowled from the shadows, watching carefully. He had never liked the two before him. Perhaps it was because they had a tendency to pick on those smaller than themselves. Or maybe it was because they were so self-centred in an Empire where the whole came first? Of course it could be because of all the people they picked on they were particularly cruel to one person. The only person that stood out among the crowd but still kept his duty to the Empire. Zim.
Shaking off his angering thoughts he moved to side, observing the Bridge more fully. The ship that he was on was huge, enormous. Massive. Which was more than likely how it got its name, but its name was inconsequential to the big picture. That picture being the need to find his wayward lover. Where ever he had gotten to.
Spork turned and waited patiently, wanting to get a moment alone with the Tallest. Tallest... it was strange to see more than one. In the entire history of Irk there were never more than one. It simply wasn't done, everyone had a difference in height. Except Red and Purple it seemed. His thoughts had wandered horribly and he found himself staring lifelessly at the viewing screen. Why was it taking them so long to do something other than sit there and stare at the screen?
The screen came to life, a connection formed before the Communications Officers could say or do anything. Golden eyes narrowed suspiciously until a very familiar face came into view. Zim smiled broadly on the screen, clearly immensely pleased about something. Something destructive no doubt. Spork smiled proudly when he saw the dark pink uniform on the small body. Spork's squeedlyspooch swelled with pride. The uniform of the one of the highest Military positions possible. An Invader.
“My Tallest! I have excellent news!” Zim stood stiffly, looking every inch a proud Invader. Behind the short one on screen they could see chaos unfolding as some sort of deranged creature ran free.
“What is it this time Zim?” Tallest Red looked very displeased at having to speak with the Invader and Spork was forced to bite his tongue lest he say something inappropriate. That was another reason he disliked Red. He was rude.
“The pathetic people of this world have revealed their greatest flaw yet!” Zim was practically glowing with his excitement. It was clear to everyone on the Bridge that the Invader thought he was finally going to do something great.
“It better not be like the last 'greatest flaw'. I don't think my eyes have recovered from the horror yet,” Tallest Purple huffed curling around his nachos protectively. Out of the two of them Purple was far more outspoken. While Red may have a temper that could get away from him he at least usually knew when to keep his mouth shut or at the very least be quiet. Purple was loud, loud and obnoxious in Spork's opinion.
“No, you see-Hey, what's that?” Zim asked, pointing at something glinting in the shadows. Burnt gold eyes widened and Spork pressed back a curse. He wanted things to happen under his control, not someone else's. Everything could go so very wrong if he didn't have everything planned out just right. He had been gone for so long he hardly knew what was going on in the Empire. He wanted to have some understanding instead of leaping in feet first completely unprepared. So it was with that last thought that he drew back into the vent that he had barely managed to fit through the first time.
He closed the vent just before a Drone was sent to inspect the area. He held his breath and tried to watch through the cracks. He squinted and ducked his head down as best he could but it was really no use. He was to tall. He bit back a chuckle at that, how many times in the Empire did that happen? Being tall was considered to be the greatest thing ever, so it was a little odd for any Irken to think of themselves as too tall.
His squishing himself in the vent was uncomfortable bordering on painful, his antennae were being bent and he wasn't even catching any of the conversation anymore. He fought the urge to squirm, waiting for an opportune moment. One that he was going to have to trust to luck. Hopefully it didn't crash around his antennae. He waited for about five more minutes before prying the vent grate open once more.
Bright crimson eyes met his, clearly surprised. He stared for a moment, trying to comprehend why there were no guards and why he was just being stared at. Red seemed disappointed and turned away from him, hovering back to the centre of the Bridge, where the Tallest's command chairs were. With the vent out of the way he could hear the slight bustle of the ship, and more importantly, the Tallest.
“Well?” Purple asked, soda in hand. The violet Tallest didn't even glance back, trusting his co-leader to tell him the truth. If Spork hadn't been so concerned about his newly revealed loacation he would had taken a moment to admire the trust placed in the crimson eyed ones claws.
“Just on of those creepy Spork blow-up dolls.” Red shuddered as he sat down. He didn't know where they came from or why they periodically popped up he just knew that they were the creepiest thing he had ever seen. Seriously, who made a blow-up doll of a deceased Tallest? It was just wrong, on so many many levels.
Spork's perfect mask of calm twitched as he tried not to speak up. Blow up doll? That was the weirdest thing he ever heard. He used every trick he knew to remain perfectly still, waiting for the perfect moment. At least, that was his plan until it was once again ruined. This time by a Drone ordered to put the vent back.
“I wouldn't do that,” Spork suggested as the Drone picked up the vent grate. She looked up, startled before screaming shrilly and jumping back several marks. Every eye in the bridge turned and stared at the frightened Drone who was busy pointing a shaky hand at Spork. Spork blinked and decided that perhaps now would be a good time to try that talking thing that Miyuki had always been so keen on. Though it never seemed to work for him the way that it did for her.
“Ahhh! Its a ghost, shoot it!” Tallest Purple wailed and hid behind his braver co-Tallest. Red rolled his eyes and stood defensively in front of the other. His eyes narrowed when he saw what he thought was a blow-up doll get out of the vent shaft and straighten itself out.
“Hardly. One needs to be dead to be a ghost after all. I feel quite alive,” Spork said in a calm manner that he certainly didn't feel. He brushed dust off of his robes and stood proudly straight even though he could tell with out a doubt that Red and Purple were taller than him, if only by a few checks*. He knew that if he wasn't shot at he was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
“Impossible, Spork died. I saw him get eaten.” Red was firm in his stance, eyes flashing dangerously as Purple peeked around him, eying him distastefully. The violet one stepped out and approached him, despite the look of shock and slight horror coming from his co-Tallest. Purple stood before Spork, looking down at him, tilting his head one way and then the other before speaking.
“It's Spork alright,” Purple said with out a trace of doubt in his voice. The violet eyed one had crossed his arms and was almost daring anyone to dispute him.
Spork let one eye fall half-shut as he stared at Purple in barely concealed confusion. How was the other so sure in his judgement? What if he was a fake or something? While unlikely it was possible. And at least Red looked skeptical though it was fading, making Spork wonder if there was something they knew that he didn't.
“I have been away from the Empire for some time,” Spork admitted, tilting his head in the slightlest bow possible. He looked back up, letting his unique burnt gold eyes meet those of both Tallest. Purple met his unfailingly and surprisingly enough it was Red who had difficulty meeting his sharp eyes. Perhaps it was because of the two Tallest it was Red who had always pushed Spork's temper when they were younger.
“Its impossible! That blob ate you and you were dead. Zim freaked out and destroyed it, there is absolutely no way that you're actually Spork!” Red said fitfully, the technicians and officers around him tensing as they waited for his legendary temper to explode. His fists were clenched tightly, his claws screeching annoyingly across his gauntlets.
“Take a D.N.A test.” Spork stood firmly, despite the other clearly rising temper. He knew how to deal with the younger. He wouldn't have to do a thing to get the Empire backing him up. The only reason he was pushing it at all was because he knew he was going to win. Tallest or not he knew Red was still intimidated by him.
“You could be a clone!” Red snarled back and every technician and officer was momentarily confused. Tallest Red seemed unnerved in the presence of what they were starting to believe that Spork really was standing in front of all of them.
“Then do a PAK scan.” Spork pressed back a wince at his own suggestion. PAK scans were intrusive at best, a horrible procedure for any Irken to go through. It would be a way to prove without a doubt that he was who he said he was. No one would be able to dispute it. A PAK was much more specific that something like D.N.A., it was something that could never be replicated. Other species accused them of being to dependent on their technology, too ingrained in cybernetics. They didn't see what a PAK really was, because it was so much more than a life support system, a utility pack. It was where they kept themselves, where their soul was hidden. Only an Irken could understand what a PAK was because only an Irken could ever use one.
“That's not necessary. I say he's Spork and he's Spork!” Purple declared, standing completely straight. Hands on his hips he didn't look regal or imperial, but he did look much taller and he looked very close to throwing a hissy fit.
“Purple, just because you say-” Red huffed and looked angry when he was unceremoniously cut off but his co-leader.
“I say so!” Purple shouted and hovered behind Spork, turning the gold eyed one around before he could protest. “See? He's got that dent in his PAK! I know its him 'cause I'm the one that did it!” Purple pointed at a small dent, just above the bottom opening of the newly found one's PAK. Spork blinked and looked up at Purple's honest face and pressed back a chuckle. He remembered the look of absolute horror on the violet one's face when that had happened. Purple was just a cadet then....
“Purple...” Red sighed and pondered giving in to the other. If he didn't agree they would have to go to the Control Brains to get a decision finalized. It was the down side to having two leaders, if they couldn't agree it could take weeks to sort out what was to be done.
“If I may intercede?” Spork spoke as if they weren't deliberating whether or not he was himself. His face held a small dry smile. As much as he disliked the two of them, listening to them bicker like a couple was slightly amusing. He had always known that they were close, now he wondered if they had done anything about it or did what most in the Empire did when confronted with odd feelings for another, and ignore it.
Purple let go of Spork and looked at him oddly, remembering that Spork had so explaining to do. “I think you better explain where you've been first.” Purple hovered to stand next to Red, slumping once more so that they appeared to be the same height.
“Of course. I was rescued from Devastis by the Meekrob. They took me back to their home world and assisted me in recovering since Devastis was in ruins. As you know time passes quite differently on their energy laden planet, because of this I am only now able to rejoin the Empire. That and they kicked me out when they were under attack from Invader Tenn in hopes that I could sway your judgement about the invasion.” Spork stood casually as he explained briefly where he had been. It wasn't a thorough description as he assumed the Tallest would rather have a written report than have him babbling in front of everyone on the Bridge.
“Do you plan on trying to change our minds?” Red asked, a little subdued now that Spork and Purple were pretty much ignoring him. He thought about sulking and glanced back at his curly fries. They looked so lonely without him eating them...
“Definitely not. The Empire needs to colonize a few good planets,” Spork said, waving his hand dismissively. While he didn't quite agree with the method that was being used, from what he had managed to hear and see of Operation Impending Doom 2 it was quite the plan. If it went well it would be the thing to save their overcrowded home planet.
“See? Someone gets it! Aw, my soda's warm...” Purple whined as he sat down in his chair, ignoring the other two in favour of getting a new soda. Warm soda was just gross, and his mouth was getting dry from talking. He glanced back at Red and rolled his eyes. Red was doing that stupid thing he did when he didn't like someone but didn't want to do anything about it because the person he didn't like hadn't really done anything wrong.
“Almighty Tallest ones, I wish to inquire about the where abouts of the Invader who recently called. Invader Zim, I believe.” Spork chose his words carefully. He knew that he would have to be careful about what he said now. The Tallest would be unlikely to let him leave and actually go to Zim, but at least he could know for sure where his small love was. Then maybe once everything was settled down he could visit if the planet wasn't to hostile. He didn't want to interfere on Zim's mission after all.
“Zim? Wasn't it his Blob monster that ate you?” Red asked as he sat down as well, picking up his curly fries. He popped a few into his mouth as his mind called up the gruesome images. He put his curly fries back down as his squeedlyspooch turned. He could still vividly remember everything that happened that fateful day so long ago.
“Its possible,” Spork admitted as he thought about the blob thing. It certainly didn't look like the cute little blob that Zim had made, however things that Zim made had a tendency to get out of hand.
“You want revenge then?” Red perked up, sitting a little straighter as he thought about all the horrible things that Spork could do to Zim. Maybe this would be the way that they finally got rid of the disaster!
“Hey, yeah! Spork can go and finally get rid of Zim!” Purple cheered and grabbed his new soda from a Table-headed Drone. He raised his soda in a mock toast and then sucked it back, happy thoughts of a doomed Zim swirling in his head. There would be no way that the fake Invader could stand up to a well trained Soldier like Spork.
“Its decided then. Spork will be given a Shuvver with enough supplies to reach Earth and back. When you return you will be reinstated as Taller.” Red waved to a random officer to begin setting things in order. The sooner Spork was gone the sooner that Zim would be dead and that they would get a good Taller.
“This Earth is the planet that Invader Zim has been sent to conquer?” Spork frowned as he tried to figure out what was going on. Clearly it wasn't what he originally thought. So what was going on? Why were the Tallest so keen on offing an Invader when there were so few of them to begin with?
“Ha, that loser? No, we sent him out there hoping he'd get lost and die but he found a habitable planet and has been trying to take it over for almost a year now. But at least he's out our antennae and not destroying anything important,” Purple scoffed and set his soda down. He spared a glance at Spork and was a little disappointed when he saw how emotionless the golden eyed one looked. He had forgotten how emotionless Spork was. The ex-Tallest had been very good at keeping a blank face no matter what was happening around him. It made him frustratingly hard to read and predict.
Spork was blank as he heard the words float over his antennae. He clenched one hand tightly and kicked back all the feelings and things that wanted to surface. Screamed at the Tallest would only get him in trouble and that certainly wasn't something he needed at the moment. He clenched his jaw shut and twitched his antennae in a salute. He could rant later once there was no one around him to see what a wicked temper he really had.
The Tallest waved him off and he was escorted away by a guard. The guard was silent through the trip to the Docking Bay where the Shuvver was just getting the final touches prepped. Spork said nothing but he could tell that the guard was young. Probably had no idea who he was. Spork hadn't really had anytime to do anything as Tallest except maybe earn the title of shortest reign. That wasn't exactly something one wanted to be remembered for.
Once the Shuvver was fully stocked and prepared he silently boarded and piloted it out of the Docking Bay. He went over the coordinates and pushed down a cry of frustration. It was going to take a little more than six months to get to the planet! He let the auto pilot take over and went over the ship, seeing what had been packed for him. It was going to be a long trip.
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