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Thanks goes to Calantha as always for her awesome beta-y duties.

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Vermeil slept like the dead... When Megami's eyes opened the next morning, he was still draped across her... Breath so light it was almost undetectable. Truly she had not seen him sleep much, so she did her best to keep from disturbing him, carefully moving his leaden arm off of her and wiggling out from beneath him.

She put on her clothing and checked her hair, muscles still feeling deliciously rubbery. Taking one last look back at Vermeil with a smile, she exited the room. Turning to the kitchen area, she spotted Dib leaning against the doorjamb, nursing a cup of coffee.

He raised a brow at her as he took a sip.

Oh, yeah, she was coming out of Vermeil's room...

Awkward.

“...morning, Uncle D-- Dad.” She twiddled her fingers, looking at the floor and then back up at him. Truly, she didn't know how to react. It wasn't as if Dib had been around all her life like other fathers had been... Fathers that would blow a gasket if they knew what their babies had been engaged in on their very ship the night before.

Smiling crookedly, Dib finally replied, “Morning. Sleep well?”

“Yep.” Her face was burning up, so she finally brushed past him, able to hide it from his view while asking the food processor for something to eat. Of course, he came up behind her, perching himself on the island and watching. For a few moments, she floundered for something to say. He didn't know her... For all he knew, Vermeil could be at the end of a long line of boyfriends... She could've lost her virginity at fifteen...! “Um...”

“So... I guess you've forgiven him, huh?”

Not daring to look at him, she nodded nervously. “I think so.”

“What do you think of me?”

For some reason, she was surprised that he even cared about what she thought. He didn't seem like a guy who operated that way. Thinking indepth about it, as well, yielded surprisingly little.

“I... always admired you. Mama told me such wonderful things. But...”

Leaning forward on an arm, Dib grinned. “But the truth isn't as pretty, is it?”

Her lip stuck out in a pout and she shrugged. “I... I'm glad that I was never forced to make the kind of decisions you did.” Looking down, she fiddled with the sticky icing, nibbling it off her finger to buy herself time. “I'm not done with the whole thing yet, you know...” Sighing heavily, she cried, “Why did you make me read all of that? I just... I don't understand why it's important that I know ALL of that.. 'truth'.”

“I dunno.” Dib laughed. “...I have come to realize that... perhaps YOU weren't the one I was so eager to share the truth with.”

“I think Vermeil has changed.” Megami turned to smile at Dib, encouraged by this idea... but the smile faltered. “Maybe I have too.”

Tilting his head uncertainly, Dib finally nodded. “It's a part of growing up, isn't it? Realizing that the people you admire really aren't that much better than you are. Sometimes worse. I admit I was disillusioned early on. But I'm probably better off for it.”

Dib reached out to take her hands, before realizing they were sticky. Laughing, he gestured and she offered him her second set. Clasping them between his own, he tried to offer her the most encouraging smile he had. “I always did what I thought was right, Megami... and I don't expect you to do anything different. Looking back, you might think I made mistakes... And I might not agree with something that you do... but I support your right to do it.”

Wondering if that included sleeping with the grumpy boy that her father was trying to preach to, Megami grinned. “Thank you,” she finally replied, relaxing somewhat. “Speaking of... What are you going to do when we get to Zim? We're only a few days away.”

Finishing off his cup and putting it in the sanitizer, Dib shrugged nonchalantly. “Dunno.” Giving her a supportive little squeeze, he left the room. “Gotta do some paperwork... Er, computerwork... I still talk in Earth terms after all these damn years...”

Megami was afraid she wouldn't find any answers in Dib's memoir... if he really had nursed hatred for Zim all these years, there was no telling what he'd do. But perhaps Vermeil was right, and Dib's hatred was deserved... Feeling so drained all of a sudden, she took the remainder of her cinnamon bun to the common room and prepared to finish reading. Before she could turn the console on, GIR came in and finished off her breakfast for her; including the plate.

“Are you looking forward to seeing your master again, GIR?”

Blinking a few times, he answered, “Who? ...oh, Master!” Thinking hard about the question for a minute, he finally concluded, “Sometimes he let me sleep under his chair if I didn't make too much noise.” And off he went.

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Dib knew that he really only had one chance to swing by Nirvana and so he took it. Suddenly, none of the consequences meant anything to him... All he wanted was to see his family, to remind himself of why he was doing any of this at all.

It took him a day to get there. He did not sleep. The visions of what he'd just done clouded his brain. The screams, the smell of their blood... None of the things he'd done for the Don compared to this. And the look in that kid's eyes as he cowered under that desk.. That was the worst. Vermeil almost seemed like someone he knew, from all the things Tzin had told him during his stay. He knew that the boy had been taking battle and strategy training, that he always stole Tzin's spicy chips, that he had a propensity for taking apart any little machine he was left alone in a room with. He was just a normal fucking kid. Only now his house was filled with death.

When he hailed for landing permissions, the man on the other end of the vidscreen looked scandalized... It was then that Dib remembered he was covered in blood, and had no other changes of clothing. It didn't matter now... Nothing mattered. He looked as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside...

What business did he have raising a kid... having done the things he'd done? He was a murderer, a rapist, a liar... Definitely not a role model, definitely not befitting of the god-like status his legend afforded him.

The landscape looked a lot different once he entered the atmosphere. The port looked almost... empty. There were ships, but they were haphazard, many clearly not having taken to the air in some time. A little bit of fear rose up into Dib's throat. Had something horrible happened while he was gone?

There was no mystified welcoming party when Dib got off his ship. Only Gaz and his father stood before him. A smile spread over his features but neither of them returned the emotion. He supposed that his appearance wasn't anything to grin at.

“So... you've come back to us,” Professor Membrane stated somberly.

Brow furrowing, Dib nodded. He looked between them... there was something odd in the air. Dib's powers of perception were still new to him, but his gut was burning with something foreboding. “Yes... and no. I can't stay. But... I wanted to see you all... and let you know I was alive.” When they didn't reply, he continued, “I want to see my daughter... How is she?”

“She's just fine,” Gaz spat, folding her arms. “Do you think you can just throw money at us, come see us when it's convenient for you, and expect to continue being a part of Megami's life?”

Deflating, Dib swallowed hard. “It's not like that, Gaz... I've... had it pretty rough. Please... just let me explain...”

Their father's mouth opened as if to speak, but Gaz threw up an arm. “Let me handle this... father.” To Dib's surprise, Membrane nodded and immediately turned, making his way off of the tarmac.

“Gaz...?”

There was a glint in her eyes that made Dib's stomach churn. A smile finally curled over the corner of her lips. “You've changed so much since last time. Your powers... you've been cultivating them, I see.”

Blinking, Dib replied, “I suppose I have... I've had to do anything I can to survive. How did you...?”

“Meekrob. It was so obvious... Didn't even think.” Taking a step forward, Gaz raised her eyebrows. “The power is transferable. And you gave some to her... Without your knowledge. Very interesting indeed.”

“Gaz... I can't stay long. Please...”

Turning, Gaz began to walk. “She's in school right now. If we hurry we can make it in time for recess.”

Eyes widening, Dib followed quickly. Away from the docking station they moved, through the streets of town... Nothing had changed since he'd left, and yet it seemed as if everything was different... The streets were mostly empty, people scurrying to get back home, it seemed.

“We had a new acquisition today,” Gaz explained before Dib could ask. “A lot of the Irkens you rounded up ended up here... We have a ward in the prison-- and the research facility-- devoted specifically to them.” Turning to Dib with a grin, she continued, “I have come to understand quite a bit about Irkens... and your daughter.”

“You haven't... been conducting experiments on her, have you?”

Gaz shrugged. “Father and I have tried a few things. She's much more useful to me alive and active, so don't worry.”

Before he could think, Dib's hand shot out and he grabbed Gaz by the shoulder. Spinning her, he hissed, “What the fuck do you mean by that??”

“Be still. Or you won't see her at all.”

She had control and he knew it... so, a look of disgust on his features, he let her go. Smiling, she continued walking. “Those that aren't working are probably at home watching the news... Seeing how many Irkens we've wrangled today.”

Soon they were near the school... As they climbed the hill, Dib spied a handful of children playing in the fenced schoolyard. Once they were a hundred feet away, Gaz stopped him. “Do you see her?”

Of course, Megami was easy to pick out in the crowd... She was amongst a group of four children, playing ball. Her hair was long and unruly and she was wearing a pair of overalls... such a picture of innocence... so carefree... Laughing as she bounced the ball towards another child. Dib sighed in relief... before he noticed that her wings were mysteriously absent.

“See? She's doing wonderfully.”

“Her wings. What happened to them?”

Arms curling behind her back, Gaz replied, “They'll grow back. Irkens have a remarkable rate of limb regeneration.”

Swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, Dib turned to his sister. Lip curling, he growled, “I'm taking my daughter. Away from here.”

“Oh, don't be so dramatic,” Gaz sighed, rolling her eyes.

Dib grabbed her by the lapels and shook her. “You're treating my daughter like a fucking experiment!”

“Just the way Father treated us! And we turned out okay, didn't we?” Before Dib could answer, Gaz was burying her fingers in his hair. She grabbed it tightly and he winced. Suddenly, the skin was burning... he felt as if his brain would melt through his very skull. Instinct alone told him to fight it... Hissing through his teeth as his muscles tensed... And then... it was over. Still gripping her brother tightly, Gaz whispered, “Still too strong for me... Ah, well.”

“Gaz... I don't know what you're up to, but...”

Finally letting him go, she stepped back. “Trying to make her as normal as possible, Dib. Growing up as a freak might've been fun for you, but it's not a path I'd personally choose for MY daughter.” Sobering, Dib looked back over the playground. She seemed to have some friends... but it had to be hard for her... being so different from them. “You can't just waltz back into her life and start making dictations, Dib. We've been raising her for the last five years... We thought you were dead. And so does she. Do you want to traumatize her by breaking in and stealing her away?”

“...no.”

“Look at you.” Her lip curled in disgust. “How many Irkens did you slaughter before you came here? Could you not bother to wash up? Is she your last target? How much money would a halfbreed catch, Dib?”

“SHUT UP.” He pointed at her, eyes flashing. “I'm not the same boy you knew, you can't just fuck with me the way you used to--”

A grin curled over her features as she snorted, “You haven't changed at all. Same self-righteous bullshit... All balls but no vision. You never think about anybody but yourself.” Dib faltered. Gaz continued, “Do you know her favorite color? Her first word? Did you know she likes to sing?”

“Stop...” Drawing away, he covered his face. “It's not my fault...”

“Nothing's ever your fault.” Her cell phone rang and she answered. During her conversation, it became clear that she was speaking to Valerie. Her voice changed in tone, though the foreboding Dib felt didn't. “I'll be down shortly. Love you too.” Snapping the phone shut, she turned back to her brother. “I have work to do. And apparently, so do you. Come back in a few years and maybe you'll be ready to be a father.”

Their eyes met... and Dib finally stood down. Gaz was right, she always had been. He was in no condition to be a father... There was nothing he could give to that girl now. What would he do if he saw her? Say “Hi, I love you, be back in a few years”? She would definitely be traumatized. Swallowing hard, he finally rasped, “Thank you for letting me see her.” The teacher soon blew her whistle and all the kids lined up, filtering back into the building.

“You're welcome, brother.” She held out her arms for a hug and they did so for a moment. “I'll escort you back to your ship.”

It was really all Dib had time for, anyway... “Promise me that... you'll talk to her. Tell her I'm not dead. Tell her SOMETHING.”

“Of course.” For the first time in their conversation, Gaz flashed a genuine smile.

Just as Dib was about to take off, his father reappeared and wordlessly handed him a disk. Unfortunately, when he inserted it into his console none of the files were readable. Frustrated, he put the thing away. Soon enough, he was on his way, barely returning to Kharna in time. Unfortunately, the Don was aware of his side-trip to Nirvana and though he swore nothing became of it, another chunk was added onto his debt.

By that point, Dib barely even cared.

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Yet again, Dib buried himself in his work. What he was working towards was unclear... for a long time, he tried to make sense of his trip home and Gaz's odd behavior. Fundamentally, it made sense... Would it have been better for his daughter to see him for an hour or to not see him at all? He was getting so old... it was hard to think back to when he was seven... The things that were important to him then definitely wouldn't be important to Megami now. Gaz had raised her, she would know best... right?

Eventually he just stopped trying to think about it. There was nothing he could do except work off his stupid debt.

Tak showed up again a few months later. Though she didn't have any more monetary gifts, she was a comforting sight to Dib. Thus began a sporadic pattern.. she'd show up randomly and they would comfort eachother for an evening if Dib was free. As always, Dib couldn't really define their relationship in any real terms... They were simply partners in misery and probably always would be.

Boritz was usually only seen when Dib was called in to the Don for a job. Even so, the human felt some sort of camaraderie with him. Whatever it was that Dib had done to gain his favor, he hoped to never lose it.

One day Boritz showed up at Dib's door.

“What's the occasion?”

Pursing his lips, Boritz replied, “I need you to cover for me.”

The human went wide-eyed. “Is that even... allowed?”

“It is today. I had somethin' I hadda do but the Don needs close security detail for this event.”

There were always things going on around Kharna, but the place had been buzzing recently at some prospective business moves. The Don had been playing with the idea of going “legit,” becoming a center of entertainment as a cover for the seedier deals going on beneath the surface. In such a way, he could extend his influence even into areas governed by the Federation. Dib understood the whole thing, but he was, in the end, still a grunt... and was mostly just involved in the areas of the business that had to be “finessed.”

“We have a very high-profile entertainer comin' to christen the bar expansion. She needs a personal escort... One that's from our camp, clearly, since we don't want no hired muscle from outside nosin' 'round here.”

Rolling his eyes, Dib sighed, “So I get to go pick up some spoiled rotten singer, huh? Something tells me you're purposefully avoiding this job.”

Shoving him roughly on the shoulder, Boritz barked, “Shut yer yap, furrball. This is gonna be a fun ride for you. You get to ride one o' the Don's cruisers with a full crew. She needs to be picked up in style, after all.”

“Why... me? The servant?”

Boritz growled in frustration. “Always you, with the damn questions. Because that's the way it is! Now shut the fuck up like I said, grab yer suit and get down to the docks. Now. You'll get debriefed by the ship captain there.”

The ship was ten times as big as Dib's cheap little cruiser, and he had his own quarters within... He could definitely get used to traveling in such a way. The bed in his room alone was worth whatever sort of torture this diva would put him through. For the first leg of the trip, he was free to roam as he wished, the crew taking care of absolutely everything onboard from the meals to mechanical issues.

Their destination was the Crystalline planet, that bore a name Dib couldn't quite reproduce. For the first time in what might have been years, Dib recalled Ninnehla. She was half Crystalline, he remembered... and when she spoke aloud, it was definitely that language...

When they were close, he was warned to get ready. He tried to tame his unruly hair as best he could, slid into his suit, and went to the bridge. Watching the planet approach on the vidscreen was almost magical; it was truly a beautiful planet, and it glittered like a jewel even from space. Something about it almost made him sad... He recalled what Ninnehla had said about her people considering her to be ugly... Laughing to himself, he prepared for the worst. Most of the people on this planet were probably snooty jerks.

Just before they broke atmosphere, Dib was directed towards the launch bay and shown the “limousine” he would be driving. It was basically a small passenger craft that was slightly larger than what Dib had, obviously much more comfortable, with two rows of seating. His destination was already programmed in... All he had to do was go pick the girl up at the hotel and bring her back to the ship.

The city was just as beautiful up close as the planet was from space. The fascination with these new things he'd always had as a child hadn't faded entirely... while he was alone in the ship, he allowed himself to play with the external cams, staring at everything he could as he went. The planet was definitely a contrast to Meekrob... they loved everything to be as tall and grand and adorned as possible; what little bit of greenery there was grew impeccably groomed. Dib couldn't help but wonder how two creatures from such different planets could get along well enough to reproduce.

As he reached the hotel, Dib remembered himself and straightened his jacket, stepping outside of the ship and waiting beside the open door for his guest. Their ship had called ahead and alerted them of his arrival, so hopefully the woman wouldn't keep him waiting for too long. Most of the aliens that passed along the sidewalk looked at him strangely, some snorting in derision at his appearance. Hopefully this woman wouldn't be a bitch like them.

Within moments a bellboy emerged with a cart loaded with luggage... Though at first he didn't think it was his diva's, as there was a surprisingly small amount. The boy came to the limo, however, and stared expectantly at the human until he opened up the small hold. As the trunks were loaded in, there was a clamor at the front door. Soon, a Crystalline male in fine professional garb emerged, arm in arm with... Ninnehla!

She looked completely different from the last time he had seen her, but among these creatures there was no mistaking her. Clad in a very thin golden sheath, her hair flowed free with that golden tinge it always had... though now it also glowed with a bit of red accent. It was almost difficult to reconcile this creature with the soft-spoken scientist he had known before.

The two aliens stopped on the sidewalk and Ninnehla turned, thanking the man kindly for his hospitality. He made a display of thanking her in reply, telling her that she could return anytime before grabbing her hand and doing something with it akin to kissing. She then faced Dib, smiling warmly. For a moment, he fumbled with what he was supposed to be doing, finally stuttering, “Good morning, ma'am,” before stepping to the side and offering her help into the ship. As she climbed within, the bell boy finished packing her things, closing the door to the hold and stepping away from the vessel.

With an awkward grin in the aliens' direction, Dib finally crawled back into the ship and closed the door. He sat down at the console and they were off. A couple of moments passed before he swallowed hard and chanced to turn in his seat, looking back at her.

“It's so wonderful to see you again, Lord Dib,” Ninnehla spoke aloud, her voice smooth and even. Her hair had tamed itself, the red glow now gone, and she sat with perfect poise in the center of the bench seat.

All of the tension left his body and Dib finally smiled in reply. “You too, Ninnehla. You... look good.” Had Boritz known that he and Ninnehla were acquainted? Or was this some sort of insane coincidence? “You were finally able to pursue your dream, I see.”

“Yes!” Ninn cried, looking absolutely buoyant. “All thanks to you! After the last night we spent together... I began to think that perhaps... I should throw caution to the wind and do it.” Nodding, she sighed deeply. “And after you disappeared... I realized that life is entirely too short... none of us are invincible, are we? So I finally took the plunge.”

His daughter and, at times, Tak had glanced across his thoughts since his capture... but Dib hadn't bothered to think much about Ninnehla. The thought never even occurred to him that she might have been affected by his disappearance. Lowering his head, Dib sighed, “I'm sorry. Despite everything you taught me... I still managed to get myself in trouble.”

“Well,” Ninnehla huffed, “Such things will happen when you take up with Irkens, won't it? I would say that I hope you've learned your lesson by now, however...”

Dib had spoken with Ninn a few times when he was traveling with Tak before... Was there a hint of... perhaps... jealousy in her voice? The thought caused a grin to stretch across Dib's features and he met her eyes. There were definitely things about her that had changed... It'd been over five years, after all. And he'd changed as well, hadn't he? “Tak's been good to me, Ninnehla... Before, and now...” Gripping the back of the seat, he debated telling Ninnehla exactly what sort of situation he was in... But would it be bad business to out his boss in such a way to someone that was essentially a business associate...? “...now, things haven't improved very much...”

“I know,” Ninnehla replied, her voice now echoing within his head. “I hope that Boritz has, at least, been good to you.”

Laughing, Dib nodded. After taking a moment to remember how, he replied to her psychically as well. “He's... well, he's Boritz. But he's done me a lot of favors and I'm grateful to him. How did you...?”

Tilting her head almost mischievously, Ninnehla purred, “He's my half brother. Can't you see the resemblance?” Completely taken aback, all that Dib could do was stammer for a moment. There was absolutely NO resemblance... wait... Boritz did look rather similar to a brick wall... “It was certainly dumb luck that he ran into you as he did. And the Don decided on his own to purchase you, but Boritz nudged him towards the deal that you currently share. He is very good at making, ah, profitable suggestions.”

“I've noticed.” Turning forward in his seat again, Dib tried to wrap his head around the enormity of it all. This whole time, Boritz HAD been looking out for him... And, perhaps, reporting back to Ninnehla. Did she know about all of the horrible things he'd done? Suddenly, he wanted to melt into his seat and disappear. The woman had always admired him, put him on this pedestal he never felt he deserved... and he most certainly didn't deserve it now.

Ninnehla took it upon herself to rise and sit beside him, the smile still present on her face. “Of course, the Don isn't aware of the fact that I am related to Boritz... or that I know you. So we must keep these things quiet. The good news is that we can communicate this way...” Reaching out, she stroked fingertips over Dib's temple. “...though I can feel the anxiety within you. Please be calm, Lord Dib... I want us to have a pleasant trip.”

Her touch caused the distress to dissipate and Dib sighed. “That's a nice trick.”

“Perhaps I shall show you a few more at some point,” Ninnehla replied. The lilt in her voice was new, a tone Dib had never heard from her before... and despite himself, he began to blush. Hoping she couldn't sense THAT as well, he finally forced himself to nod.

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Ninnehla's engagement on Kharna lasted a week, though she ushered in enough business that she was invited back anytime. She raved to the Don about how wonderful her trip was and Dib got a bonus. From that point forward, he would be assigned to guard her whenever she visited. As her career grew, his job became more difficult. Boritz's attitude towards Dib did not change, though he hounded the human to be more responsible and respectful when she was around.

It seemed that Ninnehla's perfect ideal of Dib hadn't been tarnished. Boritz wanted his sister to continue believing the myth of “Lord Dib,” and Dib did his best to aid in that. She was never informed of the atrocities he'd committed... And when Ninnehla was on Kharna, he didn't linger in the bar or keep extra bedmates. Once he was even forced to turn Tak away... she was not at all pleased about that, though she pretended not to care.

In time, Dib and the idol began to grow closer. It wasn't uncommon even in alien societies, he supposed, for singers to count their bodyguards as friends. When you trusted your life to someone, after all, you couldn't help but have some affection for them. Dib didn't see any problem with this, even as Ninnehla's reputation grew... the photographers that hovered around her so often seemed like a simple part of the job.

“On my planet, they called them 'Paparazzi,'” Dib explained to her one day as they hid out in the privacy of her room on Kharna. “They harassed celebrities there every time they left their homes... Just like here.”

Sighing in frustration, Ninn planted herself atop the bed. “It is always the worst when I am here. They do their best to get photographs of us together.”

Raising an eyebrow, Dib replied, “Really?”

“It is because I do not have a mate... and come here so frequently.” Smiling coyly at him, she purred, “Don't you read the tabloids? They speculate that you are, in fact, my mate.”

Dib, of course, didn't read the tabloids. He was only allowed to use a console when it was pertinent to a job he was doing. “What??”

“I am frequently asked questions about you. Boritz is beginning to get nervous. The Don, of course, does not want anyone to know that you are not your typical hired hand.” Her glow faded and she stared at the floor. “I do believe that your time in my service is soon at an end. Though we could, perhaps, meet in secret.”

Meeting in secret is something that mates did. Dib never entertained the thought on a conscious level; he considered Ninnehla to be a good friend and nothing more, though he WAS a man and men occasionally considered such things with any woman they met. However, it was glaringly obvious that Ninnehla did not have the right anatomy for such things. It was a moment before he realized that he was simply standing there dumbly, staring at her. The smile was soon gone from her lips and the glow died entirely. Twiddling her fingers nervously, she stammered, “Of course, what would be the point of that... you are paid to keep my company... I understand this... Do not mind me, Lord Dib... Without the money...”

She was so damn insecure sometimes. Falling to his knees before her, Dib reached to brush fingers over her temples as she'd done for him so many times before. The effect wasn't exactly what he'd anticipated... she jerked away, pain glancing over her features.

“Fuck... Ninnehla, I'm sorry. I just...”

Shaking her head frantically, she cried, “No, I am the one who is sorry. I should not have let feelings interfere with everything... My father always told me that I had no self-control...”

Compared to Dib, Ninnehla was the utmost of self-control. He smirked, unable to hide the entirety of his amusement. Though another realization passed; she was essentially admitting that she had feelings for him. ...right? Or, perhaps, those feelings weren't the same ones that he was used to. Knowing she could probably sense it anyway, Dib finally relented, “I'm confused, Ninnehla.” Shaking his head, he pressed on, “I care very deeply for you... You've done so much for me. And I would love to continue seeing you. However...”

Encouraged at least somewhat by this, Ninnehla met his eyes. Though her skin was still completely dim.

“...please explain what you mean by 'feelings.'”

For a moment, she was silent. But her voice finally rose up in his brain, though her eyes fell downward again. “The Meekrob... it is what we are. No two Meekrob are alike... Though the Meekrob are composed of pure energy, each signature is slightly different. When a Meekrob chooses a mate, he bestows that other with a portion of his essence... his very being. If the other accepts, then she returns the sentiment. In this way two become one, and can never truly be separated. A man's essence will always be within the woman, and vice versa.”

“That sounds... like quite a commitment.”

Laughing, Ninnehla replied, “It is... Though in recent times, the Meekrob have become much more free in their affections. That is how I came about, after all.” Tracing soft circles on her thigh, she sighed, “My mother, of course, did not have any power within her. My father gifted her with that power, cultivated it within her, and she was finally able to return it. Eventually they decided to create me.” Ninnehla smiled up at Dib. “Unfortunately, they were just too different. Both moved on.” Realizing she'd gone off on a tangent, she stiffened somewhat. Seemingly steeling herself for what was to come next. “I know that... you and I are much too different. But I... every time that I leave you... I fear that something will happen, like before, and I will never see you again.”

She wanted to ensure that a piece of herself was always with him. And perhaps, the other way around. Thinking upon it, Dib didn't see the harm. Smiling, he nodded in understanding. “Whatever you want from me, Ninn... I'm prepared to give. But... I'm not quite sure HOW I can give it to you...”

“I will show you.” Ushering him to lie back upon the bed, she perched beside him. “If it becomes too intense, please stop me. I do not know if these sensations will overwhelm you...”

Completely unsure of what to expect, Dib braced himself. It was possible that she was preparing to take a piece of him all for herself... a piece of his psyche, perhaps? If so, she probably would realize how fucked up he truly was. Ninnehla herself looked completely blissful, so he tried to swallow his nervousness. As before, she brushed fingers over his skin, and he felt that wonderful calm coming over him... Her eyes slid shut and he followed suit, allowing the feeling to grip him completely. Soon, it was taking root in his gut, and beginning to grow...

“...haah...”

The sensation was almost euphoric. Everything around them seemed to melt away... Cursing under his breath, Dib squirmed. Before he knew it, his skin was burning, and he cried out in climax. Ninnehla's voice joined his and suddenly all was still. His eyes opened and the world faded back into focus; she was lying beside him, hand still draped tiredly over his shoulder. Shifting slightly, he realized that the front of his pants were wet, dick throbbing pleasantly in the afterglow. A chuckle rose from his throat. Ninnehla had, essentially, just fucked him... hadn't she?

“Wow.” He turned his head to the side, looking to her. “You'll have to show me how to do that. Can I... do that to you?”

Smiling, her skin glowing faintly, she nodded. “We can do it together next time.”

“I'm going to have to wash my pants before I leave...”

Blinking, she sat up slightly. “What...? Oh!” Laughing, she chewed on a fingertip. “...I forgot you did that. I apologize... You are going to have to teach me more about your species and your planet, Lord Dib...”

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Two more years passed. Dib fell into a routine... He had almost become comfortable with his life on Kharna... With the occasional company of Ninnehla and Tak, along with the friends he'd made on the satellite, things weren't so bad. He continued to work hard and his debt melted away.

One day, the Don called Dib into his office. Surprisingly, he beckoned that Dib sit, and made his guards leave the room.

“Since you've first come here, human, how much money have you earned?”

Straightening, Dib replied, “12,800,726 credits, sir.”

“Ah, so you've been keeping track.”

Dib nodded. His debt had more than been repaid... For a while, he wondered if the Don was going to live up to his end of the bargain... but he had faith that Boritz wouldn't allow such a thing in the end. Right...? So he was patient.

Reaching into his desk, the Don procured that chunk of Amber that had subdued the human so many years ago. With a good-natured gurgle, he tossed the rock across the desk. Dib caught it easily and examined it closely. Though he could feel that uncomfortable tingle, it wasn't nearly as intense as before.

“It seems you've built up some degree of immunity.” Leaning forward, the Don crossed his tentacles before him on the desk. “Had you the desire, you could have possibly overwhelmed me long ago... That rock wouldn't have kept you from it.”

Sighing, Dib put the ore aside. “You're probably right. I suppose that I trusted in your sense of honor, and so I kept mine.”

This was the first time since he'd come to Kharna that Dib addressed the Don as an equal, and the Don seemed okay with that. “Is that why you never brought it to my attention that your debt had already been repaid? I've sent you on at least two jobs since.”

Of course, they both knew that the Amber wasn't the only thing that kept the Don safe. Dib would have never made it off of Kharna alive if he had tried to harm the Don. Something or someone would have taken him down. Though this was still business, and so Dib bluffed. Grinning crookedly, he nodded. “I knew that in due time you would release me from my contract.” His confidence suddenly faltered, however. Holding up the rock again, he asked, “This does mean that... you're freeing me from my contract, correct?”

“It has been fulfilled,” the Don replied. “Though I would like to offer you another.”

So impressed was he with Dib's performance guarding Ninnehla, along with the other responsibilities he'd pursued in the Don's service... The Don wanted to hire him on as a bodyguard... Essentially, the Don's left hand to Boritz's right. Unfortunately, Dib wasn't sure if he wanted it. His primary concern was his family... And so, telling his former boss that he'd give it some thought, he struck out for Nirvana.

There were no surprises this time... he sent a message ahead, telling them that he was back for good, and he wanted to see his daughter. His answer came in the form of a prerecorded video message from Gaz.

“I told her all about you, just as you asked. She has decided, at this juncture, that she does not want to see you. She is happy here, and chooses to stay with the family that has cared for her all of this time. I will continue to to discuss the matter with her... She will grow, and perhaps someday she will forgive you for caring more about Irkens and money than her.”

Slamming his fists into the console, he cried, “No! You're wrong! You're...” Slumping, he stared at the floor. Was she so wrong? It was true, all he had cared about all that time was revenge. He wanted to rid the universe of Irkens altogether... he wanted to punish Zim for using him as he did. And this was what he got for his selfishness.

He didn't bother finishing the trip to Nirvana. Writing a heart-felt reply, he explained his situation and begged for his daughter's forgiveness. There was no answer.

Back to Kharna he went, accepting the Don's offer. It was a job he knew how to do, after all, and it paid incredibly well. Every day he wrote home... hoping that eventually the tides of his fortune would turn. Day after day, there was absolutely no answer... Megami was ten now... He knew that at her age, he was very opinionated about things... Age would hopefully bring wisdom, as Gaz said, and she would change her mind.

Eventually he wrote only a letter a week. Then, a letter a month...

He was able to afford much more comfortable quarters. His life became more opulent, though the work was still hard. Occasionally depression gnawed at the back of his mind, but he did his best to move on with his life. Two years passed.

The Don eventually fell ill. Dib did his best to run things in his absence while Boritz cared for him. Eventually it became clear that his life was nearly at an end. Decisions were made and Dib was called to the upper levels of Kharna... Into the Don's bedchambers, where Dib himself had never stepped before. As he knelt beside his boss's ailing form, Dib felt a strange mixture of sadness and fear gripping him.

“I've worked very hard to build this empire,” the Don informed the human. Nodding, Dib listened intently. His voice was growing weak... “Even though I will soon pass, I want my legacy to live on forever. You understand... you yourself have a legacy that has, perhaps, already surpassed you.”

Though Dib agreed, he sighed, “But on Kharna I'm just a normal guy. I always have been.”

“Mm... Yes. Yes... and no.” Boritz was standing on the other side... at the Don's right hand, as he always had been. Gesturing to Boritz, he said, “You're very smart and resourceful, and sociable. You got a mouth on you, but people respect what you have to say. Even though-- or, perhaps, BECAUSE-- you started out as nobody, everyone here respects you. They could fear you... but they do not.”

Unsure where this conversation was heading, Dib looked to Boritz. The Don grew quiet, the effort of speaking clearly exhausting him. “What he's tryin' ta say,” Boritz finished, “Is that I ain't got no talent or interest in runnin' this place. But you could. Instead of sellin' it to the highest bidder, he wants to give it to you.”

The rest is, of course, history. Dib accepted, and soon became rich beyond his wildest dreams. Boritz remained at his side, in the same position that he worked for the Don. With his help, they were able to continue Kharna's transformation into a legitimate business... though they still stayed outside the influence of the Federation. Dib's notoriety began to spread, and soon people began to visit just so they could catch a glimpse of him... Was Boss Kharna really the human that took down the Tallests? Wasn't he dead?

The first time that an Irken broke into the bar and tried to assassinate Dib, he managed to claim the life of a guard instead. Angered at his negligence, Dib instituted the “No Irkens” rule. Nobody argued. Tak, however, was given special clearance... She occasionally came to visit but did not care to stay... Instead, Dib paid for anything she needed, ensuring that she had a comfortable life from that point onward. He owed her a great deal, after all.

Ninnehla wasn't exactly pleased with this, but she allowed it. Eventually she did more than just perform on Kharna... she helped Dib run the business, and the rumors that they were mates solidified. The both of them occasionally indulged in more base pleasures together, but tended to avoid putting a label on their relationship... They let people think what they wanted. Boritz, while having a great deal of respect for Dib, didn't care to see his sister engaged in a deep relationship with someone that had reveled in such perversion in the past.

Commitment was not something Dib sought. He was married to his work, and that was fine with him. He continued to send money and letters home to Nirvana... Though the money was always accepted, the letters were never answered. Hopefully his daughter was living a good life... He tried to placate himself with that, though he always spent more time alone when her birthday rolled around.

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That was where it ended. Clearly, Dib had given up on writing. Now she knew the truth... Dib really had thought she wanted nothing to do with him, all these years... He trusted that Gaz had told the truth, that Megami had known about him and just didn't want to deal with him. Did Valerie know all of these lies? Or, all these years, did she think Dib was dead too?

She snapped to attention as she saw Vermeil's legs in her peripheral vision. Looking up, she saw that her mate was standing before her. As a smile curled over his features, eyes narrowing, she smiled in reply. “Good afternoon, Vermeil! How do you feel?”

“Fantastic,” he replied, voice quiet and smooth. His answer was so earnest that she was taken aback. Usually something so enthusiastic would have been completely sarcastic... “Done reading?”

“Yes...” she replied. Her face fell somewhat. “I know the truth now... But I'm not sure what to do with it.”

Antennae perking, Vermeil folded his arms before him. “He's just not the guy you thought he was, huh? I told you so...”

“He's... he's a normal guy... like anyone else...” She faltered, looking down at her lap. “I... I don't know. I... I wish he had fought for me. I wish...”

Leaning down, Vermeil pressed his lips to hers, quieting her. “Megami.”

It was so disconcerting to hear her name on his lips... even now. “...yes, Vermeil?”

“I want to show you something.” He pulled back, offering her a hand. Confused, she took it and stood. Still smiling, he led her from the room, down the hall... Dib's door was closed... they walked right past it, towards the cargo bay. He opened the door and ushered her within, closing it soundly behind them. His little ship that he had originally brought to Kharna sat there. “I have something for you... I wanted to wait for just the right time to give it to you. Maybe it'll cheer you up a bit...”

She had no clue what it could be, but she was excited... Now that he'd finally accepted his feelings for her, perhaps he had a token of his affection. A ring, or... What did Irkens do for that sort of thing? “Close your eyes, Megami...”

Doing so, she smiled and held out her arms. She was completely trusting... The sound of the ship's door opening echoed against the metallic walls, and within moments she felt Vermeil's body against hers. “Mmm,” he purred, curling his long arms around her. He lifted her off of the ground, carrying her playfully towards the ship.

She melted against him, relaxing completely as she coiled her arms around his neck. “...is this what you were going to give me? I didn't realize you were so cheesy.”

“No... this is.” The girl let out the smallest yelp as she felt something sharp puncture the skin at the back of her neck. The world reeled and she fell limp against him, unconscious. Covering her lips with his, he quickly ducked into the ship with her. Once he was out of the view of the camera in Dib's hold, he slid her down to the ground and ran to the cockpit.

In moments, the ship had broken away from Dib's. From the beginning, Vermeil had been onboard willingly... as had Megami. Viewing the security camera, it seemed to Dib that she left of her own volition. But he hailed them anyway, hoping to at least say goodbye. There was no immediate answer, but he did receive a written message shortly thereafter.

I am working towards understanding the truth. Now that I have heard yours, I want to hear Vermeil's. In the end, we will all be able to reach the truth together.

Love,
Megami

She had said that she loved him. Warmth crept into Dib's chest and he accepted this. It was probably only fair that Vermeil get to tell his side, right? Hopefully they both would eventually come around.

Besides, he had a tracker installed on the ship... His daughter wouldn't get away from him again.

For now, he and GIR were heading for Solstice.

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The end!

Review Replies:

Hashmir: I find it interesting that people often feel that have to choose between liking Dib or Verm. XD Honestly they're my two favorites, so I can't imagine choosing between them! I'm glad that Verm's growing on you, at least for that chapter ;D

I love me some boobie pillows, especially when I'm a little intoxicated. :P They seem more attractive to me then.

sickindulgence: Thank you so much! I applaud you for making it all the way out. XD I know that there are places that can stand for improvement, but there's also a charm in being able to look back at how inexperienced I was XD So I leave those places alone. I hope I continue to impress you, or at least make you feel like it was worth the effort. I really do try to improve both my characterization and mechanics.

Review for this chapter will be answered in the next arc ;D Hopefully it won't take me long to get it rolling.
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