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The Story of Dib and Zim	By : moonlitwaters Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The masses would never know how close Earth came to being destroyed by an evil but incompetent alien race called the Wazfoo. Only two teenage boys would know, along with one robot, and also one teenage girl who had grudgingly contributed a pair of AAA batteries to the cause of salvation.

Dib and Zim, currently inside an Irken launching station at the Earth’s north pole, were tired, sweaty, giddy, and in the mood to celebrate their latest victory.

Dib wrapped his arms tight around Zim and laid a barrage of tickling kisses on the back of his neck. Zim giggled and squirmed.

“I’m impressed, space boy. Tiny self-attaching teleportation modules launched at the death ship? I would never have thought of that.”

Zim snuggled his head up under Dib’s chin. “Oh, that’s nothing. I would never have thought of jump-starting the generator with those human “battery” things.

Dib nipped at Zim’s antennae. “I liked the monologue you gave them before we teleported them into the black hole.”

Zim giggled. “You’re so cute when you’re exacting divine vengeance.”

Dib smiled to himself. Who was he even kidding anymore? He loved this crazy green alien. He’d always loved him. It was finally time to admit it.

“Zim?” he said tentatively, running his thumb along the alien’s jaw.

“Hmm?” the alien said adorably.

“I love you.”

Zim’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” he said, then immediately blushed violet and looked shyly away.

“You’re not surprised are you? I mean, what with your incredible amazing-ness and all?” Dib teased.

Zim squinted. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”

Dib just laughed and kissed him. Then he gave him another, harder kiss. Then he was pressing their bodies together and sliding his hand up beneath Zim’s shirt.

Zim pushed him away. “Let’s go home first. We’ll be more comfortable there.” He walked happily away, almost skipping, toward a pile of Wazfoo weapons they had confiscated early in the battle.

“Zim?” Dib asked slowly. “What are you doing?”

Zim laughed. “I’m not leaving the super-weapons of those ‘Yahoo’ or whatever they were called here. Just think of all the horrible things I can do to the humans with these! It’ll be great!”

Dib couldn’t believe it. “After all that? You still haven’t changed your mind about things?”

“Hey,” Zim said, with a certain amount of irritation. “I saved this planet for one reason: because it’s my planet, and no one else has the right to destroy it but me.”

“You’re really serious about that?” Dib said incredulously.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I am. Now help me stack these things or just stand over there and be quiet.”

“Zim,” Dib said, “I’m not letting you keep those weapons.”

Zim’s expression went hard. “You wanna have another fight? Already?”

Dib lifted his chin. “If I have to.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. After a long, icy pause he said, “fine.”

The fight began rather weakly, because neither of their hearts were in it. But then Zim seemed to build up some real anger. Finally, he slung Dib hard across the room, where Dib landed in a crate of extra teleportation modules. They were each about a foot long and made of pink metal. Dib curled up in pain like a crushed insect.

Zim gave a snort of disgust and began piling the super-weapons into his Voot Cruiser. Stupid, interfering human, he thought.

“Zim!”

Zim turned. Dib was back on his feet again, though weak with pain. “Don’t do it, Zim!”

Zim wrapped a pair of spider legs around Dib’s shoulders and shook him hard. “Mind your own business! I thought you were supposed to be smarter than this!”

“I told you already, I’m not letting you keep those weapons! Just put them down, and we can go home and forget about this!”

The words tore at Zim’s mind because they were so tempting. Yes, go home. Fall into Dib’s arms and forget. “NO!” he yelled. “This is your last warning, human! I’ll kill you if you don’t leave me alone!”

“I don’t believe that, Zim. I don’t think you’d destroy me just so you can keep being a slave to an evil empire.”

Zim’s spider legs tightened on Dib painfully. There was a hysterical look in his eyes. “How dare you speak to me about the Empire like that? You miserable human! I hate you! Did you think that I was in love with you? I’ve always hated you! I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in the entire universe! I hate the pleasure you make me feel! I hate the confusion you put in my brain! I hate the doubt you put in me against my own people!”

He raised up a third spider leg, its edge as sharp as a knife, and pointed it directly at Dib’s heart.

Yet Zim hesitated. Sweat poured down his face. Just a few inches of movement and it would all be over. He would win. Everything he had ever hoped for, ever since he was a tiny smeet, would be his. But it didn’t feel that way, and he found himself unable to move.

That was when it happened.

Zim felt a slice of pain in his midsection. Looking down, he saw the sharp end of one of the teleportation modules embedded in his stomach, the blunt end in Dib’s hand. As programmed, the sharp end opened up, like a steel claw ripping into Zim’s guts. Zim looked up at Dib’s eyes for a second, shocked. Then his feet ceased to support him and he collapsed painfully onto his back.

Dib watched as Zim writhed weakly, his violet blood spurting out of his belly and turning black on the floor. Zim spasmed as blood began to seep out of his mouth, choking and smothering him. Pretty soon he was unable to even draw breath.

It took him less than a minute to die.

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The Spit Runner sailed cold and alone through the starless night.

Dib was flying home from the Arctic circle. His body was tired and his soul was chilled. God, if there were only some way to wipe his memory clean, to forget everything that had happened to him in the last five years.

To forget that day Zim first arrived, indubitable proof of everything Dib had stood for his whole life. Their thousands of skirmishes, heroism and villainy that gave both their lives meaning. The silent glances of understanding shared between them, unseen by all save their eyes.

To forget the rage born of desperation in Zim's eyes in those final moments, when he had shouted his hatred in order to hide his own self-doubt. The tortured expression in his face when he tried to take Dib's life. The look of helpless grief he had mustered just before drawing his final breath.

Dib just wanted to let the memories go, and start fresh. He would give anything to achieve that state of blissful emptiness.

Because it was those memories that had made him commit the most foolish act of his life.

Dib swiveled in his pilot seat to look at Zim, who was locked inside an Irken life support coffin. He had tubes in his throat forcing air in and out of his lungs. He had needles in his skin forcing his heart to keep beating. More needles put nourishment into his bloodstream and others removed the waste. A monitor attached to his skull confirmed that there was still minute activity in his brain.

Dib knew that his own Irken equipment could keep Zim alive, but without Zim’s Vortian medical technology, the alien would end up spending the rest of his existence as a vegetable.

And of course, there still remained the question: should he even revive Zim at all?

It was Gir, ultimately, who answered the question for him. The little robot appeared almost the second he lowered the Spit Runner into Zim’s launch bay.

“Oh no! My master’s hurt! Is he gonna be okay, big head boy?”

Dib was able to take those innocent blue eyes for maybe three seconds before he said, “Of course, Gir. He’ll be fine. Open up an elevator to the infirmary.”

Nine hours later, Zim was laid out on an examination table, his body repaired, with no life support except a pair of tubes leading into his back. Dib sat on the edge of the table, holding Zim’s hand, waiting for him to revive.

Wake up, you lousy, stupid, stubborn excuse for an alien invader! Wake up!

Finally, Zim’s back arched up off the table as he took in his first unaided breath of air. He immediately began coughing, spilling black blood all over his chin and neck. Dib turned him over onto his side to get the stuff out of his face. After most of the blood was out of his lungs, Zim began to vomit up the blood that was in his stomach. It was a horrible sight, and Dib’s stomach churned. Zim was shaking when it was done. He huddled, without pride or resistance, in Dib’s arms, clutching the human’s hands desperately.

Dib had the computer wipe up the mess and give Zim some Irken water to drink. Zim swallowed obediently and then lay back down. The computer had sewn up his organs, but he would take a while to fully heal. He looked up at Dib.

“How long have I been…”

“Almost 24 hours. How do you feel?”

“Tired.”

“You’ll be all right in a week or so. I should go ahead and tell you, I’m not planning to let you go this time.”

Zim shut his eyes.

“I’ve reprogrammed your base to listen to me, and I wouldn’t recommend trying to override it, either. I told the computer to give you an electric shock if you try to get into the system.”

Zim took a moment to absorb this. Then, without opening his eyes, he lifted one weak hand. “Help me into bed?”

Dib lifted him gently and carried him to one of the infirmary beds. He wrapped white blankets around him and then just stood watching him. He was astonished by how well Zim was taking this. Maybe the little alien had changed a bit after all.

“It doesn’t matter,” Zim said softly, curling up against the pillow. “Our packs send an automated signal back to the Massive when we die. They wipe our mission from the agenda and cut off all transmission lines that could be used by an enemy race. Now I’m stranded here.” Zim braced himself for the inevitable pain of that knowledge, but it never came. The only thing he felt was a curious sense of relief. “I guess I’m sort of at your mercy now.”

Dib nodded. “Go to sleep, Zim. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Dib had the computer dim the lights. Then he stepped into the elevator and went up to the house level, where Gir was anxiously awaiting his return.
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