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Finale	By : Spacefille Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 5244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reply to my reviewers... I'm so sorry. Thank you everyone, both here and else where who approached me over the last two years. -_-; There are a lot of you who want to read this.

As I endeavor to continue a fic that I abandoned over two years ago, I wish to warn you. My style of writing may be different. My grasp of the characters might be off. You may very well dislike everything I write from here on in. Or you may like it. If you don’t like it however, I ask a small favor of you… to please consider Finale completed as of the end of Chapter 10. For the rest of you… on with the show? ;)

(Note on Chapter 11 – Half of this was written in November of 2003, when I stopped writing. The other half was written recently. I tried to seamlessly incorporate both old and new prose. As I write more, I may go back and edit this chapter to help things along… If I do I’ll make a note of it in Author’s Comments.)

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Chapter 11
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Year 1, Months 4-6

The 'honeymoon' was over almost as soon as it began. Dib skipped out on another day of school to stay home in his room the entire time with Zim, (his once sworn enemy and now very eager lover,) and have sex no less than 8 times in a row. Dib was very tired and sore by the end of it, but he was sated and happy too.
After that day Gaz would have none of it. He assumed she was still pissed off over the fact that Gir had to stay over too-- and why she contacted their dad and made him tell Dib, (over the holodad), to go back to school. He also got the "an educated adult is a happy adult!" lecture, which was one he thought the good professor reserved for Gaz only.
So he had to go back. Not that he particularly wanted to, he was quite happy to remain in the house with Zim. The little alien was incredibly horny, nearly constantly, and Dib found that to be both a blessing and a curse. At least he was getting some, even if his body ached in protest every time he tried to use it for non-sexual activities… like walking.
Having sex a lot also stopped most of Zim's complete boredom at having nothing to do, which in turn prevented the alien from getting himself into trouble…

When Dib did return to school, he decided to convince Zim to go with him. After all he couldn't very well leave him alone. He had nightmarish thoughts of the alien running off and getting himself captured. Or worse. Luckily Zim seemed fine with the idea of returning to earth school, to the human's intense relief.
He was lucky that he had a copy of Zim's disguise in the basement. He had collected it years before and the circumstances had been rather amusing. Zim had lost it when he had gotten into a fight with a hobo while walking Gir, and Dib had given the hobo money in exchange for the disguise, after the alien had run off screaming, of course. Everyone had benefited.
The wig and contacts still fit the Irken, though Zim complained bitterly about the lenses being scratchy. Dib told him that they'd stop by an eye lens place on the way home from school that day and look into ordering replacements.
Dib also wanted to stop by a costume shop and look into perhaps making a disguise for Gir... not that it really mattered that they had a ROBOT, Gir was stupid enough to pass for a specially made malfunctioning earth copy, but Gir wanted to be WALKED... as a DOGGIE, as well as go partying as a doggie and having no doggie suit was seriously beginning to cramp the little robot's style. Since Dib was sick of cleaning up after Gir when the little guy pitched fits, he was willing to do almost anything. Including dismantling the damned thing, but he knew that would upset Zim. So he didn't. Gaz was coming close to dismantling the robot too, and he had been sure to tell Zim that he had no control over the things that Gaz did...

Over the next week, Dib watched with worried eyes as Zim changed ever so slightly and right in front of his eyes.
Behavior-wise, the alien seemed to go through phases, one moment he would be perfectly loud and happy, especially if he had just gotten an answer right in class or something, but more often than not he was much quieter than he had been before. Quiet and thinking and much less likely to spout off complete nonsense.
Dib supposed he should be happy... Zim made sense now and he was much more lucid. The insane ranting had been reduced to very occasional lapses in regular conversation and they didn't last very long. He assumed that Zim's pak had been more at fault for the alien's behavior than he had previously thought, and was also responsible for making him mostly insane. Still he hadn't expected such a drastic change. In class Dib would often watch the alien as he stared out the window... his chin propped in his now ungloved hands, his booted feet that didn't touch the floor gently swinging back and forth beneath his chair. He wondered what the alien was thinking then as he watched the birds go by and the squirrels hop about the school yard. He hoped whatever it was, it was at least somewhat pleasant…
Even though he was fairly sure it wasn't. He had never done anything like it before, but he kept on trying to think of what he'd do if he was in the alien's 'shoes'. He figured, despite the constant sexual activity, Zim didn't feel too incredibly comfortable in his present circumstances. How could he? He had lost everything in the space of a week. Everything. And now he depended on his former enemy for his very survival. Dib knew if the situation were reversed HE wouldn't be so happy either. Trust Zim? Yeah right.


As for himself, despite the worrying, he was having a somewhat good time of it. His life was much less stressful now that he no longer had to worry about Zim taking over the planet. He just had to worry about the alien's mental health, and that was a lot easier to do and didn’t lead to people dying… at least not yet anyway. And, for the very first time in his life people in his classes were paying attention to him as well. A couple of the more intellectual students actually said hi to him in the hallways. Girls gave him shy smiles. It baffled Dib. He wondered why he had never noticed that before. He finally decided, one day when he looked at himself in the mirror of the boy’s washroom, that his popularity was because he nearly constantly had a smile on his face now. His last appointment with Ms. England confirmed it, he was much happier now. Though he refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing why he was so different now… heck he almost refused to believe it himself.
But deep down he knew the reason. It was because of Zim.
Zim, who followed him everywhere, faithfully, to school during the day, home again at night. Zim, who ate dinners at Dib’s table and slept at night in Dib’s bed. The spry little alien did other things in Dib’s bed too.
And the bed wasn’t the only place Zim chose to do it in… Zim wanted to have sex everywhere. It was about the only thing the alien got excited about anymore.
Yes, ever since Zim learned that the human could stimulate him and make him feel really good, or have sex with him and make him feel even better, the alien couldn't get enough of the human. The same applied for the latter... every time Zim walked by Dib at school, the boy would find himself fighting to calm his lower extremities. It was already bad enough that he was 14 years old and in grade 9, and at the prime of his life for such a thing to happen but this was a little bit ridiculous. He picked up wearing baggy pants and long shirts just to prevent the knowledge of the fact that he had problems controlling himself under wraps. Even so he was beginning to wonder if there was any point... he and Zim had almost gotten caught on several occasions. Once they had been caught in fact, but it had been okay, as it was Gaz who had done the unintentional catching and she still didn't care. Well, beyond some really biting remarks about how incredibly gross that was and that if they were going to fuck they could damn well do it upstairs in the bedroom... not in the livingroom...
They did it everywhere during the couple weeks at school. The first time was in the bathroom. Dib had needed to relieve himself and was just finishing when Zim walked in, wild eyed and panting. He had thrown his arms around Dib's neck and rubbed up against him, and making an odd purring growl in the back of his throat. That had been all the convincing Dib had needed.
They had done it in a toilet stall, Dib's hands and arms bracing them up against the wall, thrusting as the alien straddled him and just held on. They did it behind the bleachers in the Gym when there was no classes right then, and behind a bookshelf in the library. They did it on the roof, and in the boiler room. They did it in a janitor supply closet and had nearly freaked when the Janitor had opened the door on them. Luckily he was of the unobservant type and had just grabbed something quickly from the front of the closet and left so that the panicked and still boys could return to what they were doing before.
They never kissed... apparently Gir had kissed his master once, and the experience had been so unpleasant that Zim had developed a bit of a fear of the act. Instead Zim would spend their "sessions" with his head buried in Dib's shirt or neck, only throwing his head back when he climaxed, his face screwed up into an expression of exquisite torture and his teeth digging into his lower lip as he fought not to scream. Afterwards they would clean up and walk away from each other, casually, pretending that nothing happened.
Dib waited in dread for the day that some jerky football jock caught on. But for some reason or another, he was more concerned for Zim's safety than his own. Zim, without his pak, was defenseless now, and one of the smallest kids in the school to boot. What if some idiot decided to beat the alien up and his wig fell of? What if someone actually decided to be intelligent enough to put two and two together and label Zim as an alien?
What if...? He could loose him... forever...
Huh. Maybe he really did care for the little guy after all.

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There was something missing. It picked at Dib as the weeks wore on, bothering him like an itch he couldn't scratch, whispering tendrils of uneasiness into his mind. It finally occurred to him about a month from the date that Zim's base first exploded.
It surprised him, but it made sense. Zim had his pride. And, for some reason, Dib missed that in him. Dib could still see tiny remnants of what Zim used to be from time to time. It spark in his eyes every so often when he talked to the alien. Zim would get indignant and Dib would be sure he was about to have a headache-producing fight on his hands, then defeated look of sorts would cross the alien’s face and he would look away. The argument would be over. If he pressed the Irken on it, Zim would merely shrug and pretend it wasn’t important. Or tell him he forgot what the argument was about.
It happened late at night the most of all. Usually after they had finished off yet another round of mind blowing sex and they had finally caught their breath. Right before Dib was just about to fade into sleep he would see the spark. Zim’s eyes would narrow and he would look around the room. When Dib asked him what it was, Zim would shuffle about uncomfortably before replying that it was nothing and nestling his head against Dib's chest like he usually did before falling asleep himself.

Then there came the night when he couldn't find Zim at all. He wasn't in the bedroom. Bathroom, livingroom, Gaz's room, he even went so far as to check his lab downstairs. Finally, frantic, he came to the living room and picked up Gir, interrupting the little robot's TV watching time.
"Gir!" He held the robot by his metal shoulders and shook him. "Have you seen Zim?"
Gir smiled. "Mmmmhmmm..." He said.
Dib shook him again. "Where, Gir, where?" He asked.
Gir pointed up. "He's gone..." He lowered his voice to become a bit more spooky than it usually was. "Over the staaaarrrrsss...." He said.
Dib dropped the robot and stared at him long and hard. The robot was impervious... grinning up at him and humming to himself as he went back to watching TV.
Oh God, what if he left the house? Visions of the alien captured danced through his head as he grabbed his jacket and ran out the door.
He stopped short at the edge of the yard. Blinking, he looked up and stared at the sky. Stars. Over the stars…
He slowly he turned back around and looked up at his roof.
Sure enough the darkened outline of the little alien stood out against the haze of the city light. The alien’s head was back as he sat peering up at the night sky.
Dib blinked and trudged back into the house. He made his way up to the attic and finally the doorway that he had installed a couple years ago to get to the roof easier. He opened the door cautiously to be confronted with the little alien’s backside.
“Zim?” He questioned softly as he shut the door behind himself and approached the still form.
Zim didn’t reply or look away from where he sat gazing up at the night’s sky, though his antennae did flick back slightly in acknowledgement.
Dib cautiously sat down beside his little alien lover. He looked up at the same place Zim was looking at.
“Home?” He asked after a drawn out moment of silence.
Zim’s antennae flicked ever so slightly again. After a moment the alien nodded. “Yes.” He replied, his voice ending in a hiss. He brought his chin forwards to rest them on his knees.
Dib glanced at the alien out of the side of his face. He gave him an appraising look. God, Zim looked really down and out. He grimaced and looked back out at the stars.
“I’m sorry.” He tried.
Zim snorted. “Hardly YOUR fault human.”
Dib blinked. He turned and looked at Zim again. The alien hadn’t moved.
“You called me human,” Dib said after a moment.
Zim raised his head. He blinked, then glanced up at the human. “I suppose I did.” He said. He sounded like he didn’t really care.
“And you’re speaking in first person!” Dib stared.
Zim shrugged. He went back to looking at the stars.
Oh here we go again with the shrug and ignore. Dib sighed, feeling more like an old man at that moment than a young teenager. He looked back up at the night sky.
The minutes crept by. Neither one of them moved, save for Dib’s hair occasionally ruffling in the slight breeze.
“What are you thinking, alien?” Dib asked after a moment. There was no animosity to his voice when he called Zim an alien, merely a statement of fact, but he knew Zim caught the statement by the slight flicker of his antenna.
He also didn’t think Zim would actually reply. But after a moment the reply came.
“… Zim wants to go home.” He said so softly that Dib almost didn’t catch it.
Dib felt a horrible wrenching sympathy for the small invader. Zim truly was an orphan now. Stuck here, without his base… without any of his technology, he may never see his people again.
He wasn’t sure if it was possible for Zim to look anymore depressed.
Suddenly an idea occurred to Dib. Maybe it would work. Just maybe. It was worth a shot…
“Your base…” He began.
Zim turn his head slightly.
Dib considered for a moment before continuing. A slow grin spread out over his face. Yes… yes! It might just work! “We could try to fix some of your technology if you wanted. I still have the remains of the Tak ship in my garage… I can’t get it up again without the CPU, but with your knowledge and the remains of your base, I’m sure we could get something working.” He was talking faster now as he thought of it, considering the possibilities. “If we get something going, and I’m sure we can, we can even start the repairs on your base and everything! You’ll be up and working again in no time!”
Zim was staring at him now, his red eyes wide with amazement. “…You mean that?” He asked a bit incredulously. “You would do that? For me?" He looked more animated than Dib could remember in recent history.
Dib nodded eagerly. “Hell yeah! It’d be fun!”
Zim seemed to consider that for a moment. Then he looked back at the human again, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Waitaminute...” He began, thrusting his finger at Dib. “What's the catch?” Those hands got placed on hips. “I hardly expect YOU would help restore MY base for nothing Dib-human. Even you’re not that nice.”
Dib blinked, then sighed. He should have expected this. "Zim... there is no catch." He said slowly with infinite patience. He spread his hands wide to prove his sincerity. "I want to help..." He considered for a moment... then reached out, tugging the alien to come towards him. After another moment's hesitation, Zim willingly crawled into his lap, settling there and Dib wrapped his arms around him. The human tilted his head back and inspected the sky for a moment, taking in the stars. There were so many of them…
"Well," he said, after a lengthy amount of time had passed. "There is one thing you can do for me..."
Zim twitched in his arms. "What?" The alien asked, his voice muffled a bit against the folds of his shirt.
Dib gently rubbed the alien's back, something he had learned worked wonders to calm the alien. "I would like to take a small blood sample." He winced as Zim stiffened against him. "It's only a blood sample. Nothing more Zim." He pulled back enough to look the alien in the eyes, taking in that his red eyes which were wide and somewhat frightened looking. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said each word with a large amount of finality. "I promise. I just want to know if you're all right. Okay?" Actually the only reason why he hadn't taken a blood sample already, seeing as it took about .5 seconds to prep a needle, was that he was afraid of Zim getting so horribly mad at him that chaos would break loose and the alien would leave.
Zim drew in a deep breath. Then another. Then the alien reached up and gripped his collar, yanking him close. Uncertain, Dib stared into the alien’s narrowed red eyes. After a moment of glaring, Zim spoke through his teeth. “I’d like to tie you to a table and see how you like it, human,” he hissed.
The response was so unexpected that Dib actually threw back his head and laughed. “Is that what this is all about?” He asked.
Zim eyed him from where he now stood, a few feet away with his arms crossed.   Dib laughed some more before he was actually able to contain his chuckles enough to speak. “Zim…” He gasped. “Zim you don’t need to be tied to a table to get a blood sample!” He clenched his side and tried to prevent himself from laughing more, because it was making Zim look at him more and more suspiciously. He finally was able to get a hold of himself and sat upright again. He forced himself to be serious.
“I suppose you’re never going to let me live that down are you?” He asked.
When Zim just continued to glare at him, Dib sighed.
“Look, it was stupid, Zim, I admit it. But we weren’t friends back then and we were certainly not sleeping with each other.” He held out a hand towards Zim, open palmed, so show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I was out of line. I told you, I was going to let you go…”
Zim merely eyeballed his hand, but didn’t take it. “But you still DID it,” the alien hissed.
Dib looked repetitive and withdrew his hand. This was one of Zim’s fears. He knew that. What he didn’t know was the extent of Zim’s fear. It was so engrained in his that even with the increased logic he got back with the removal of his pak he couldn’t quite bring himself to forgive and forget the incident.
Dib sighed and looked out over the city. He supposed this would always be a stumbling block in their relationship. Though he wondered why really, as he and Zim did far worse to one another over the years…
He was almost startled when a hand reached out towards him. Zim’s tiny hand gripped his shoulder. He came around and peered into Dib’s eyes.
“I will let you take your blood sample,” Zim practically hissed at him. “But ONLY if you promise to fix my base DIB.”
Dib blinked. “Of course,” He replied, smiling slightly. “That was part of the deal wasn’t--”
Zim cut him off. “And when you are DONE fixing my base, HUMAN,” The alien pronounced. “You will be the first creature that I will destroy when I take over this smelly planet for ME!”
Dib stared at his little lover for a long moment, then threw back his head and laughed for the second time in as many minutes. That was more like the Zim he knew before. “We’ll see alien,” He replied mildly. “I might still have some tricks up my sleeves.”
“I WILL triumph,” Zim said haughtily. With that he crawled into the human’s lap and curled up against him, laying his head against Dib’s chest. He smiled to himself as he listened to the sound of Dib’s heart beat. For the first time in months he felt content. With his base back he’d be a whole new alien. His eyes glinted as evil thoughts wove through his head. He could take this planet. PROVE to his tallest, before he killed them of course, that he was worthy. That they had made a huge mistake, by trying to kill him. And after he was done enslaving the human race, he’d take Dib as his own personal sex slave. Make him mate with him time and time again. Oh yes, the idea was very lovely indeed…
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Something had broken. Zim was back. The old Zim... the one that Dib missed so much. You know… the one that he used to think was so annoying? Yup. Apparently offering to rebuild the alien’s base breathed a new spark of defiance into the alien invader.
They would spend lunch hours arguing loudly about human politics. Zim may have been a bit more lucid, but he still believed that their country should destroy all the humans in a rival country. Dib did not, and finally the Irken had no problem telling him exactly what he felt about it. Dib matched his fire with fire and that's how the verbal fights would go, complete with arm flailing and ludicrous language. All the while Gaz tried desperately to ignore them both, growling under her breath as she played her newest game on her GSP.
After school they would sneak back to the former base and scout down a couple levels to where Zim had set up operations. They would spend a few hours in harmony, splicing Earth Technology with Irken, cheering the little successes like getting the lights to come flickering on in the room they were in. After one or the other got a little bit too frustrated and things just weren't looking good, one of them, Zim usually, would pick a verbal fight. That usually led to shouting matches which led to them chasing each other down and through the hazardous corridors of the ruins of the base. Those chases usually ended up in sex at the end once one or the other got caught. Usually Dib, as the alien was quick even without his spider legs and would pin Dib's larger body beneath his with his eyes glinting, glittering red and mischievous. They would play, and roll about, keeping up the pretense of struggling before more delightful things happened.
It was when Dib was at his happiest, those days. It was like he was a kid again, and he enjoyed it.
Too bad it wasn't meant to last.
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