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Lost Strength	By : skittlesfairy Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2635 -:- 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: Since I'm deprived of all my old stuff I've set about working on a new fic. The paring will be a surprise and anyone who can guess who the voice in Zim's head is will get a cyber cookie. Hopefully it keeps a few things in the dark so that you're surprised later on. ^^ Also the chapters will get longer, I promise.
Lost Strength
Prologue
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But I'm booooooored.
I don't CARE.
I can be annoying!
You already are annoying, now make silence so that I may concentrate on finally wiping that horrible scum from the face of this planet!
That big-headed kid IS a bit of a pain in the squeedlyspooch.....
Then be silent! I want to finish this so I can report to the Tallest.
You know they don't care, right?
Well DUH. The not really concealed laughter kinda gave it away. Not to mention the look on Tallest Red's face. He's having a hard time keeping that body in check. I think we're starting to run out of time...
Well you said you had an idea of how to fix everything right? Right?!
Calm down, I can't think with you screaming in my head like this. Ah!-
"ZIM! Is there a reason that you've deemed my lesson unimportant?" The hissing voice of Ms.Bitters broke the conversation in his head. The eerie teacher swooped over his desk, glowering at him brutally.
"I uh, have accepted my doomed fate and have given up?" Zim babbled out, hoping that he had said something that actually made sense. The language of the natives of the horrible planet was substandard, making it hard for him to communicate sometimes.
"Excellent, carry on then," Ms.Bitters droned out in, what for her was a pleased manner. She slithered back up to the front of the classroom and carried on with her lecture, ignoring Dib who was all but leaping out of his chair and gaping at the dazed looking Irken.
Nice save.
Wouldn't have had to save anything if you would shut your noise tube!
I don't have a noise tube.
Irrelavent!
Speaking of being a disembodied voice, what was your plan anyway? It better not have anything to do with weasels. I'm so sick of weasels.
No more weasels. Not after that last disaster....
I will fear weasels for the rest of my existence because of that.
That's nice.
Hey! Don't mock me!
Nothing else to do.
I'll make you fall out of your chair again.
You wouldn't.... Zim's shoulder twitched, dragging him to the side though no one in the classroom paid him mind. They were used to his odd actions now. Hey!
Now that I have your attention again, what are you going to do about me? I'm sick of being stuck in your PAK.
I'm sick of you, I could always rip my PAK off.
And kill us both.
Hmmm, death or you....
No considering!
I don't know, death seems mighty tempting....
Fine, hold on....
Now what are you doing?
Well if I'm going to cease existing I want to know what it feels like to have sex.
WHAT?!
Heard its fun, so can't die without sex first.
You can't have sex, this is body is ZIM'S!
Well, technically....
SILENCE.
And for a while, all was silent in the mind of one Invader. For a while.
I'm hungry.
You don't have a squeedlyspooch.
But I want curly fries...
Fine, when we get back I'll rest and you can have some curly fries.
But I want them NOW.
I have to stay at skool! If the Dib-human.... Zim squawked as he suddenly found himself on the floor, holding his shoulder and wincing. The classroom had gone silent as they stared at the Invader, eyes watching. Hissing to himself, he drew himself up painfully. "I have to go home, I uh, left the stove on!" He left with a screech, not bothering to check and see if his pathetic excuse had been bought.
You're bleeding.
Hissing aloud Zim fought very hard not to scream. And whose fault is that? His mental voice was tinged with pain and he held his side, making sure that he left none of the sapphire blood behind.
Uhm... Dib's?
Blinking, he was surprised that the other had remembered who had dealt the blow. That's... He growled and clenched his fists. He couldn't say that wasn't true because if the human hadn't injured him he wouldn't have bled when he was forcefully jerked to the floor. Scowling he remained silent and scurried to his base.
As soon as he crossed the thresh hold of the odd building he shucked off his disguise and used his PAK-legs to pull himself deeper into the base. He was thankful that his head was finally silent and hurried to wrap the re-opened wound. Using skills honed from years of being eavesdropped on he thought about how he was going to rid himself of the voice.
I didn't mean to hurt you...
Sighing he replied slowly, I know. Setting the bandages aside he pulled himself up into a chair and began to type in some commands for his base and the station he had in orbit.
What're you doing?
Setting things up so I won't be behind. After more than a dozen protection precautions had been set he went about setting up a few plans to keep the Dib-human busy.
But, this stuff is set for a little more than a year.
Yes, you remember how long it took to get out here. It was hard to carry on a conversation when he was thinking about ways to doom the planet without his presense to ensure everything went according to plan. Well, talking wasn't so hard but having the voice reply right in his head made things a bit difficult.
Why on Irk would you be leaving? You know that Red isn't going to be happy to see you.
No, but I think if I have to deal with you any longer I WILL go crazy. The fact that he wasn't sure how much longer the other had went unsaid. He couldn't let the voice know he cared. Because when he fixed everything, the other was going to forget him.
Well living in your head isn't exactly my idea of paradise.
Yeah, yeah...Internally and away from the other he wasn't so sure about how everything was going to work out, the plan wasn't well thought through but it was the only way he could think of to return the other to his former glory. And he had been trying for more than twenty years.
...So when are we leaving?
Now I suppose... Ugh, I don't want to take GIR but if I leave him here... A shudder ran through Zim as he thought about what he might come back to.
Just leave him some earth monies and a lot of tacos. He'll be fine.
I suppose... The idea had merit, and it was better than being forced to listen to the doom song for six months. Again.
With all the stealth he possessed Zim made his way about the base, setting things in place so that his SIR unit could find them and hopefully not bring doom to the base. Leaving the computer with a few more basic instructions he quickly scuttled up to the launching pad of his base.
In only seconds the Voot was out of sight and on the very long journey to the Massive.....
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