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The Irken Anatomy	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 4135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Zim and all related characters - Viacom... All unrelated characters � Jenn L. No profit is gained from this writing.

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I'm kind of at a loss for words... Inspiration just hit and I finished up some stuff I had lying around. Thank you to everyone that's been so kind and supportive :)

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The moment that brain death occurred, there was a click. His pak downloaded just as it had been programmed to do.... But it didn't matter.

Or so Zim thought. As he stood still within THAT place... with thousands of others rushing around him, he realized that his plan had been somewhat flawed. Most of the Control Brains should have been destroyed with Irk... and the rest, such as those on Judgmentia, would be taken down soon enough, wouldn't they?

“For once, perhaps, you underestimated US.”

Zim had been in the Collective, however shortly, before. He knew that those with stronger will took longer to be disseminated into the rest... It shouldn't have surprised him so much that he heard Purple's voice above the cacophony. Turning slowly, he searched through the thousands of faces and voices. In moments, the Tallest emerged.

Leaning down just enough that he could be at Zim's level, Purple smiled. “We took steps to safeguard our legacy, Zimmy. Including but not limited to placing Control Brains in places where nobody would find them.”

Eyes widening, Zim stammered. It wasn't fair! For all they'd sacrificed...

“But... now that I am here... equal to everyone else... I realize the horrible mistake I made. I let Red make.”

Sobering, Zim curled his arms behind him. Even now, so used to standing at attention for his Tallest. “You let the power go to your head. You knew that someday you would be taken down. If not by me, then a non-Irken...”

“Yes... but beyond that.” Purple shook his head. “We didn't recognize what you were trying to show us. You were really something, Zim. We should have used your talents when they first showed themselves.” He reached out then, stroking affectionate fingers over Zim's face. In the ether, where everything and nothing was swirled together, Zim could not feel it. But he remembered how it felt. Remembered the first time that he'd felt that touch, remembered a day when he and Purple weren't separated by rank or ambition. “I felt you the moment you got here, Zim... And I realized that here, now, we are now eternally bound. Once our will is finally broken and we're absorbed... We will always be together.” A smile twisted over his features. He was only here to rub it in.

Frowning, Zim hissed, “Fate is so cruel, isn't it?” Reaching out, he curled fingers around Purple's neck and jerked him down. “You are finally EQUAL to Zim. I won. Because now you're stuck here with me whether you like it or not.”

He could only enjoy a moment of his victory before light flickered across his eyelids and all of the Irkens were gone. Soon all he could feel was cold and pain... Opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of a host of Meekrob hovering over him.

“Fate is so cruel...”

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Arms crossed, Dib stood stationary before the vidscreen. Solstice now loomed in his view... But he didn't need visual confirmation of what he already felt in his gut. Zim was there, without a doubt.

Punching seemingly random buttons, GIR babbled nonsensically as he brought the ship in for a landing. Other vessels dotted the planet's landscape, but none were as fine as Dib's... He'd stick out like a sore thumb... but the closer they got to the ground, the more unsure he was about how he wanted to go about all of this.

It'd been nearly two decades... and Dib had spent more time than he'd admit to dreaming about this day. Not much preparation was needed. He packed a few things into his belt, wearing only a sleeveless shirt on account of the heat he'd be encountering. GIR didn't need much persuasion to stay onship. A little food and a video worked wonders.

Zim could probably sense him, too... As he set foot on the sand, he wondered if Zim would know it was him.

Someone else did.

“I knew it!” Dib turned to see a little Goramian shuffling towards him. “For many moons it has been foretold that the Engineer would return to the Prophet... Joining together, they will rule over us all in a period of peace the likes of which we've never seen...”

Snorting, Dib shoved his hands in his pockets. In his time, he'd encountered a religious zealot or two... but he had always been more comfortable hiding behind the title of “Boss.” Smiling down at the woman, he replied, “Have you guys come up with a name for this 'Period of Peace' yet? Actually, I kinda like the sound of that. Shorten it to 'PoP.' That sounds really snappy. Then I'd call myself 'the Pope of the PoP.'”

By this point, she was bowing low before him, her little legs skittering beneath her in excitement. His words were completely ignored, as he figured they would be. “Please, Oh Great One! I've been questing for so long... Lead me to the Prophet, let me share in your wisdom!”

“Hmmm.” Rubbing his scruffy chin, Dib pretended to give the matter serious consideration. These people were so fun to fuck with. Though it was eerie how accurate some of her 'predictions' were. How had these freaks known that he and Zim had been separated for so long? “Perhaps, first, I need a test of your faith. Tell me, lady... How long has this planet been here?”

“Many, many Garyaims... I came here on the eve after my wedding, promising my intended I would return to bear him fruit when my faith was affirmed...”

That's right... Goramians had very short lifespans... it was possible that Dib “died” before this old lady was even born. No wonder he and Zim had so easily been elevated to such a Godlike status in her eyes. Maybe he could reward her with a crucifixion in an hour or so. “Your faith has been affirmed now, hasn't it? Go home to your family and enjoy the rest of your days. I'm sure you can finally find the peace you've sought.” She was probably much too old to have children now.

As the woman continued to grovel, sobbing “Thank you, thank you” over and over, Dib turned and walked away. For some reason, his anger with Zim only grew. While he felt that most of the zealots were stupid and deserved to be treated as such, what exactly was the point of leaving this poor woman hanging for such a big chunk of her life? Zim could have at least wandered out and tossed a few “Hail Mary”s in her direction.

For a time, the only sound was the crunch of Dib's boots in the sand, the wind whipping around him. But the persistent burn in his gut was growing stronger by the moment... he knew he was going in the right direction.

Just as he feared, Zim found him first. Dib didn't notice he was so near until he was peering over the top of a sandbank, looking down on the human with a nearly blank expression. Cresting it, Zim stood still, seemingly paralyzed.

Dib, for what it was worth, couldn't move either. His boots sank into the sand with finality and there he stayed. A moment passed.

Zim was wearing that trench coat. Gut twisting, Dib tried to push down all the memories that came rushing back. The feel of Zim's fingers twisting through the material of it, pushing it insistently over his shoulders, or shoving it upward so that it wouldn't be in the way... That coat had been his plaything, just as Dib had been...

The alien began to run. Stumbling at first, sand kicking up and swirling about him in the wind, but he soon got his footing... Closing the distance between them... Fifty feet... twenty feet... ten feet...

Completely by reflex, Dib's prosthetic came up and out. Just as Zim hit an arm's-length from the other, he had two metallic fingers aimed precisely between the Irken's eyes. Stopping dead in his tracks, Zim blinked. Silence reigned yet again, before Dib was able to draw a shuddering breath.

“I've been waiting a long time for this, Zim.”

Profoundly confused, the Irken simply stood, unmoving, his spindly fingers playing with the hems of those sleeves.

Angered by his complacence, Dib hissed, “What do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?”

“I...” Swallowing hard, Zim brought his hands before him. “...thought you were dead.”

Smirking crookedly, Dib replied, “I was... once. Just as you were. Good thing you were able to safeguard your immortality, hmm? You're a lucky fucker.”

Zim was just as stupid as ever, just as short-sighted. “I don't understand. Dib... Dib, it's me. It's Zim. Don't you remember...?”

Yelling in frustration, Dib drew away and turned, backhanding the alien hard across the face. He crumpled to the ground, holding his cheek, completely mystified. He looked up at the human just in time to be hauled back up to his feet. Shaking him hard, Dib cried, “Of course I remember, you sick, empty little troll! I remember the way you used me, the way you threw me away the moment you didn't need me anymore--”

Gripping Dib's hands, Zim made a little noise of desperation in his throat. “This isn't fair, this isn't fair, this is too cruel. Is it really you? It can't be you. Dib... Dib...” Tears began to roll down his cheeks, his mind unable to wrap around the concept. “Zim has always needed you. Even when I couldn't admit it to myself, I needed you. You knew it... you knew it...”

“Stop this simpering! It won't work on me!” Throwing him to the ground again, Dib ground his boot into Zim's stomach. He looked so damn pathetic now, the coat spread out across the sand, face wet with tears... With the material splayed in this fashion, Dib could see more of his skin. That which wasn't covered by bandages was twisted up with heavy scarring. Old, burned flesh... “I can barely even look at you.”

All he could manage was simpering, and so Zim just went limp. Though Dib's foot was nearly crushing him, the pain was nothing compared to what he was used to... Choking on any protests his body tried to force upward, the alien stared up at Dib. Spitting in disgust, he pressed down harder. “FIGHT ME!”

Clambering for any sort of explanation for all this, Zim whispered, “Did the girl find you...? I sent GIR with her-- ungh--”

“Of course she found me,” Dib growled, cutting off the other. “From the day she came out of me, I've been the only person that truly has had her best intentions at heart.”

“Came... out... of YOU?”

The boot came up, glancing across Zim's jaw as Dib stepped back. “Don't act so fucking surprised. Though, knowing you, I suppose it's a miracle that any plan of yours came out the way you intended. There was ONE major flaw.”

As Zim sat up, he wiped the blood from his lips and coughed, “What do you mean?”

“Goddammit!” Hauling Zim up again by an antenna, Dib sent a shock through him. Wincing, the alien grabbed at Dib's hands again. “Admit it, you fuck! Just fucking admit it so we can get this over with. Quit playing dumb. I know... I know what you did. Just fucking admit to it!”

“Fine!” Zim screamed, the sound bordering on a sob. “I admit it... I admit it. I was jealous. Zim was so jealous...”

Quieting, Dib let the other continue to dangle, squeezing just a little harder. Demanding the rest.

Zim whimpered, “I was jealous. Valerie just kept going on and on about the child that she hoped you both would have... What it would look like, how you would raise it... ZIM... was jealous! It wasn't fair. I wanted to have a child with you too. I wanted it to look like us. So I made one.” Looking wildly to Dib, he sobbed, “I know it was cheating! But that's how Irkens do it. I tried to meet you halfway. I let you carry it.” Pleading in his eyes, Zim murmured, “I heard rumors... that it's how the Tallests did it...”

For a few moments, Dib was still, everything settling in. He finally let go and Zim dropped to his feet, massaging his wilted antler with a soft pout on his features. “I should have... asked your permission. I'm sorry. I had hoped you'd be really happy when the smeet was born.” Drawing a breath, he finished, “I was afraid our genes were incompatible. I was afraid we would lose her if you were under too much stress... so I kept it to myself until I could be sure. And let you rest... But... our time ran out.”

“You... fucking idiot,” Dib hissed under his breath, fingers burying themselves in his own hair. “Males can't bear young. Did Valerie not fill you in on that little detail?”

“Wuh?” Antennae perking, Zim raised a brow. “I think Irken males can bear young. ...can't they...?” Rubbing his chin, he stared at the sky, deep in thought. “It's been so long since we've bred that way...” Shaking his head indignantly, Zim pointed at Dib. “What even are you speaking of?? You did bear young, you had that girl.”

Throwing his arms out angrily, Dib barked, “No I didn't, you fool. She killed me! If she had been allowed to grow to maturity, she would've made my fucking insides explode. They had to cut her out of me!” His legs finally gave out beneath him and he curled up on the ground, continuing to pull frantically at his hair. “Oh God... oh God, oh God... all these years...”

“Dib. Dib. Diiiibb. My human.” Zim skittered towards him, looming over him, running claws through that hair, feeling that skin. Dib's hand shot out again, wrenching the alien's wrist away painfully. “Don't touch me, you stupid-- fucking-- dumb... head--- FUCK you make me so ANGRY!” He crushed the fragile flesh between his fingers and Zim cried out as bone gave way. Lunging upward, Dib hurled Zim toward the sky.

After flying a good twenty feet, Zim managed to correct himself and turn. He landed haphazardly on one leg, to his side. As he stood, he cradled his now useless left hand.

“Don't give me that pitiful look,” Dib barked. “Where's your pride? I told you...” His eyes sparked, the sand swirling at his feet. “...to FIGHT ME.”

“I can't,” Zim sobbed. “I caaaan't.”

“PATHETIC!”

Dib's ire sent shockwaves across the ground, parting the sand between them like water. The burnished metal plates gleamed from beneath, causing Zim to look down in alarm. He only took a single step back before he felt his light body being jerked into the air. There he hung, many feet above the ground, as his former lover glared up at him.

Telepathy?! Was this the sort of power that a Meekrob could harness?

His every muscle was now frozen. Straining to look down, he moaned pitifully.

“You can't even move! What happened to you? All you ever lusted for was power.”

Finally compelled to speak, Zim replied, “I... lusted for... you...”

Gravity multiplied almost instantly and he slammed into the ground. The wind was knocked from him, but he forced himself to stand. “I told myself... I'd live for you... If only I could see you again.” Reaching into his cloak, he produced a small pistol. “If you need this... Then I will do my best...” Better to die by Dib's hand than to continue living as this pathetic shell. He swooped forward, using the cleared swath of metal for footing, and took aim.

In an instant, Dib had phased out of the way. Zim could feel him pass but his finger still squeezed the trigger, the shot only parting a cloud of sand in Dib's wake. Then the blows came. From every direction, over and over, Dib attacked with fists and feet. He was so damn fast! It was all Zim could do to remain standing. Struggling to focus, Zim tried to track his movement. He had to do this... He had to prove that he was worthy of Dib, that he was Dib's equal. Soon, everything else faded away and Zim felt clarity. Ice coursed through his veins and all the pain faded.

Dib was...

...THERE! He fired again and saw the other falter for just a second. It had landed! But more blows came; Zim fell to one knee.

“Zim... is capable...” Another shot. It landed. Gritting his teeth, he fired again, then a fourth time.

Dib was finally still. Barely a breath away he stood, holding his arm. A burnt patch, blood trickling through his fingers, just above his elbow... A wound on his stomach, his thigh.

Seeing his lover in pain was enough to cause Zim even more distress... Though his own head, chest and stomach were now peppered with bruises, skin burning. “Happy now?! Does this get you off?!”

The question seemed to take a moment to sink in. But once it did, Dib's expression became even more wild. “Irkens,” he hissed, lunging forward. Pinning Zim to the ground, he began to punch him over and over in the chest, the face, any place the Irken could not block in time. Soon his cries of pain were louder than the blows themselves, but they were lost in the wind. The gun had disappeared in the sand, and Zim could think of no other way to retaliate.

This might be it... The end. By the hands of the only person he ever truly loved. Fate was indeed cruel.

The cushion of sand blew away and soon the ground began to collapse beneath them. Sparks flew but still Dib continued to attack. Soon, the entire planet itself groaned in pain.

“Dib! Dib... Stop. STOP! The planet... Your power--”

No words reached him. Arms curled above his head, Zim tried to dial into the planet's mainframe, but his pak only clicked uselessly. “You've damaaged my pak! If I can't run a diagnostic...”

Solstice cried out again. The atmosphere fizzled and blinked out. They had only stars above them then... The sand swirled ceaselessly as the planet's rotation sped up more and more. The air was soon suffocating, and Dib's lungs tightened painfully. Rearing back, he clenched his throat with a hand, glaring upward.

“We have to escape! Solstice... it's dying!” Zim finally shoved Dib off of his slight form. The human staggered and fell to hands and knees, coughing and gasping. Zim's pak still had regulatory abilities; his respiratory system wasn't reeling yet... Flinging Dib's arm over his shoulder, Zim hauled him upward. “Your ship... it's...”

His voice fell short as he saw a massive vessel looming over the horizon.

“GIR... still aboard,” Dib rasped. Looking up, he bellowed, “Pull us in!”

A deafening crack echoed over the horizon and Zim turned to see the mountain split in half. For the first time in many years, pure terror rose up in his throat... not for himself, but for Dib. But his whole body then lurched into motion as GIR pulled the two of them onto the ship.

In a moment, they were inside the docking area and the tractor doors were cycling closed. Through the small circular window, Zim watched as the ship pulled away. By the time Solstice could be seen entirely from the window, it had broken and collapsed upon itself, gravity giving way to the nothingness of space.

No other ships could be seen... If anyone else had escaped, Zim would be impressed with their abilities.

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SarcasticService: Haha it was way longer than a month and I apologize for that. I apologize to everyone for that X3 I had a lot of kinks (in the story and myself) to work out.
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