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Goddess Risen	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2876 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zim perched on the edge of Dib’s bed, looking over his still form. Two hours passed after they left Nirvana. Vermeil paced nervously. Stopping in the doorway of the room, he fidgeted. “That woman… her power. I saw it and felt it… It was Meekrob, wasn’t it?”

Zim looked dully at Vermeil, blinking slowly. “Mm, I think so. That and… Destroyer’s power…”

“Destroyer… THE Destroyer? From the Vortian myth?”

Grinning at the realization of his superior knowledge, Zim replied, “It’s no myth! You saw it! The Dib-worm’s sister is the Destroyer. She’s had those powers since… before the fall of the Empire…”

“And nobody tried to stop her?!” Vermeil cried. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have a death wish?!”

“Yes,” Zim answered simply, but he waved that string of logic away. “She never attacked US. Only those that were foolish enough to oppose us…”

Running his fingers through his antennae, Vermeil growled, “So now she’s drunk on power… And craving more. Is that what she did to him? Absorbed all his power? Then… she’s more dangerous than ever. What if she follows us?!”

Zim merely shrugged.

“Fuck!” Vermeil threw his hands in the air and stalked away. He remembered the Vortian myth. The Destroyer had threatened the entire universe! If she wasn’t stopped…

He needed to warn Aton. Hopping onto his little console, he dialed up the Shuvver.

“Vermeil!” Aton cried in relief. “You’re still alive! You’re as resilient as a phalroach, I tell you what…”

Smiling, Vermeil replied, “I’m glad to see you are well. What is your plan of action? Heading back to Veloixs?”

“I think so,” Aton said, nodding. “These men need a rest… What the hell happened back there? All we saw were military aircraft…”

“Jai,” Vermeil answered sadly. “They did… terrible experiments on him. But he had the last laugh…”

Aton’s brow furrowed. “Is he… with you?”

Shaking his head, the younger Irken sighed. “The… Destroyer killed him.”

“The…” Aton’s eyes widened. “…the What?”

“The Destroyer! From the Vortian myth! I saw her with my own eyes, Aton. It was terrifying. We have to protect ourselves against her!” Raising his hands, Vermeil leaned in with a hushed voice. “She siphoned off the Meekrob, right out of the Fuck Pig’s body! We can use that to our advantage… I think that Amber might work against her.”

Nodding slowly in realization, Aton inferred, “So we should go back to Veloixs and start stockpiling…” He studied Vermeil’s surroundings. “Where are you?”

“You don’t want to know,” Vermeil replied, smiling. “Don’t worry, it’s not like before. I have a handle on the situation…” Sort of. “I’ll be in touch soon.” And then he signed off, turning to see Zim standing a few feet away. Startled, he cried, “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I heard your voice… Wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to… SELL US OUT…”

“Who am I selling out?!” Vermeil cried. “What are you going to do? Float around with this corpse until it decomposes and becomes one with the bed?”

Zim glared. The boy had no faith in his abilities! “No. Because he’s not going to decompose at all. I’ll have the Meekrob bring him back…”

“Like you have them at your beckon call?” Vermeil snapped back. “I know better. You spat in their faces from the moment they revived you, just like you spat in the face of the Empire… Of your own stupid human lover…”

“Shut your disgusting, evil little mouth!” Zim bellowed, fist shaking in the air. “You know NOTHING of Zim! And you are at the MERCY of Zim! I am only tolerating your presence because you will lead me to the Megami!”

A vicious grin curled over Vermeil’s features. “Then I’M the one who has leverage over YOU, aren’t I? Without my cooperation, you won’t be able to find her…”

Zim shook his head defiantly. “No, because the MEMORY of Zim is perfect! I heard what you said! That she is on Irkland…” And then his face went slack. “What… is she doing THERE?!”

Taken aback at the direct nature of the question, Vermeil stammered for a moment. No way this idiot could know…

“You look and sound so like him. So like that bastard Red.” Zim’s face went taut. “You’re both in league, aren’t you?! He’s holding that girl hostage. You lured her there.”

“What?! Who?! What are you talking about?!”

“Purple! You’re in league with him, I know it! You’re fucking him, you sick little—“ Zim pounced, but Vermeil grabbed his wrists and attempted to fight him off.

“How do you know about Purple?!” Vermeil cried, panicking a bit.

Sneering, Zim replied, “I revived him. ZIM revived him. And then I left him there in that decrepit body to suffer for eternity, just as I was going to suffer!”

“You—MORON!” Vermeil screamed, voice breaking as he managed to gain the upper hand. Slamming Zim onto his back on the floor, the boy screamed, “He tried to take my body from me! It was all I could do to keep him at bay. But he gave me a virus! And when he found Megami…”

“So you admit it! She trusted you and you used her! And you dare to insinuate that I spat in DIB’S face?!”

“No!” Vermeil cried. “I’m trying to save her! I’m trying to get her body back…”

“BODY?!” Zim’s antennae flew forward. “Where is her body?!”

“Purple has it,” Vermeil sighed. All the fight had left them both, so the younger Irken fell back. “The Meekrob inside her was too much to resist…” His head slid into his hands. “I can’t just rip the Pak off of her, the shock to her system could kill her!”

“You fool, you just left her there?! What if he formats her brainmeats?! Then she’ll be gone forever.”

Shaking his head, Vermeil tapped his Pak. “I copied her over to my own Pak. She’s safe behind a firewall.” Standing, he offered a hand to Zim. “That’s why… You better keep me safe.”

Refusing the hand up, Zim stood and dusted himself off. “So now Zim sees how selfless you really are!”

“Whatever.” He wasn’t going to take this bullshit from the Betrayer, of all Irkens. Finger pointing toward the door, he barked, “This is my room. Get out.”

Zim huffed, “I have more important things to do than flapping of the lips with you, anyway…” Leaving Vermeil to his own devices, the Irken made his way to the bridge, where GIR was watching a vid on a small section of the navigation screen. “GIR!” he commanded, “Call Kharna. Call that Crystalline woman.”

“Who?!” the robot queried.

“That Crystalline woman!”

“Who?!”

“Nuh… Ninn… Ninnehla! Call Ninnehla! You’re useless!”

“Oh!” And so he did. Though Ninnehla had been busy, she tried to answer his call as quickly as possible.

“Lord Zim! What a pleasant surprise!”

“Master command me to tell you: YOU USELESS!”

Shoving GIR aside rather violently, Zim cried, “No! He’s defective. Pay his foolish words no mind!”

Ninnehla only looked confused as Zim charged on, “The Dib-worm has been murdered! You have to use your Meekrobby powers to bring him back again! Like you did before!”

As Ninnehla’s glow faded, she frowned. “Oh… that’s terrible! But… there is nothing I can do, Lord Zim…”

“What?!” Zim screamed, slamming his fists into the console. “GIR was right! You ARE useless!”

Rearing back, Ninnehla shook her head. “It’s not my doing, Lord Zim! Unfortunately… The Meekrob are guided by very strict laws that prohibit us from abusing our power. We revived you both at great personal expense as thanks for your good deeds. But it’s been many years, and if Dib didn’t die in service to the universe… There’s no way I can convince them to revive him again…”

“USELESS!” Zim cried. No logic could reach him now. “I don’t need your help anyway! The Meekrob are weak! WEAKLINGS! I’ll fix him better than any of you ever could!” Before Ninnehla could reply, Zim slammed his fist down onto the “end transmission” button.

As the elder Irken stalked by Vermeil’s open door, he ached to yell “I told you so!” but the gleam in Zim’s eyes was murderous.

Or… Just the opposite. Making his way to the medbay, Zim grabbed up a floating gurney. “GIR! Assist your Master!”

With a great deal of cursing and grunting, they managed to heft Dib’s body onto the plastic slab and take him to the med bay. There, Zim stripped him down and assessed the damage. Massive chest wound, skull fracture, busted lip…

First things first. He’d repair the damage! He remembered dealing with the human’s anatomy many years ago…

From down the hall, Vermeil heard GIR cry, “Master! His blood’s spurtin’ everywhere… Like a Kool-aid waterfall!” He shook his head. Even if Zim was competent, which Vermeil doubted… Or if he had competent help, which he clearly did not… He had no chance of reviving this guy.

And then, Vermeil felt conflicted. Was there any way of bringing this guy back? Megami had loved the bastard so much… But he was, indeed, a bastard. On the other hand, could he even look Megami in the eye again if he just up and let her father die? He truly had promised her that he would never lie, even if part of that promise had been Purple’s silver tongue speaking through him. He would never be able to face her with confidence and say “I did all I could.”

Finally, he rose and went to the medbay. Zim crouched over Dib’s body, blood up to his elbows as he stitched and stapled and cauterized everything that he deemed to be out of place. “Can I… help you in any way?” Vermeil asked, shuddering at his own lost pride.

“Zim needs the help of NO ONE!” the alien barked, only stopping a moment to shake his fist.

GIR meandered about, fiddling with the monitoring equipment. He kept snapping the sensor onto the places he decided were funniest: Dib’s ear, his nose, his tongue—and giggling. Sighing at his utter stupidity, Vermeil pushed him aside and grabbed the sensor. With the help of his ocular implants and what he had studied of humans, he finally got the equipment attached and turned it on.

To his surprise, actual vital statistics flashed across the screen!

“He’s… alive?!” Vermeil cried, staring incredulously at the whole scene.

Sighing in exasperation, Zim growled, “Of course he is! Now, step aside, so Zim can WORK.”

The boy watched in wonder and confusion as Zim fixed and bandaged every wound the human had. And then he stepped back, sighing in relief as he wiped his brow. “Now to give him some medication… And wait.”

“How long was he dead? Will his brain be defective?” Even Irkens, devoid of their Paks for too long, could not recover from the trauma.

“Never! The Dib-creature’s brain has always been mostly perfectly good.”

“’Mostly’…?”

“OUT! OUT! You’ll disturb my patient!” And then Zim shoved him roughly from the room. He kicked GIR out shortly thereafter, locking the medbay doors tightly.

Vermeil returned to his room and found a message waiting on his console. As he lifted it, his eyes grew wide. A message from Jai?! Impossible!

“Vermeil:

As I compose this message, you and Zim are departing in a truck to parts unknown. While the humans are no match for me at this point, I know that SHE will eventually arrive to subdue any Irkens left remaining. I can only hope that you will escape this colony before she finds you.

It was immeasurably noble of you to return for me. And immeasurably stupid. In the future, I expect you to be much more careful with the second chance I so generously provided you.”

Vermeil smiled. Jai wouldn’t spare any sentiment, even as he looked death in the face.

“To that end, I am sending you a batch file full of all the knowledge I have collected from the humans’ databases. Knowledge we thought lost forever has been squirreled away and jealously guarded by these scientists. As well, I’ve included the data they gathered in their experiments on us. I have erased every bit of information I’ve stolen from their drives… Keep it safe and use it wisely.”

Perusing the attachments, Vermeil immediately felt overwhelmed. Thousands upon thousands of files separated neatly into labeled folders. Thankfully he knew a bit of the human language. It would take days… perhaps weeks… to process all of it.

Connecting his Pak to the console, he started at the beginning.

Hours passed in the medbay as Dib slept on under Zim’s watchful eyes. He monitored the man’s vitals obsessively, until the streaks of light burned lines into his eyeballs. At this point Dib’s recovery had become less a matter of love and more a matter of pride. Zim felt he had to prove himself to the Crystalline woman, to the skinny Prince, to everyone that had ever doubted him.

Finally, Dib stirred, groaning low in his throat. Zim jumped to his feet, running to grab Dib’s hand. “Dib-creature!”

Alas, he did not wake.

Instead, he mumbled to himself, brow furrowing. Holding a dream conversation… which Zim already knew would develop into a dream argument. Over the time he’d spent at Dib’s side when the man slept, he witnessed a number of these episodes. At least it meant his partner was returning to normal.

Dib jerked on Zim’s hand, gritting his teeth. His vitals spiked and Zim began to fret. His stupid hallucinations may undo all the hard work Zim did! But now he couldn’t escape Dib’s grip and grab the anesthesia. His Pak could no longer reach that far, either… What could he do?

Hesitantly, he began to pet Dib’s head. “There, there… Dib. Zim is here to… protect you.” To his surprise, Dib actually began to calm somewhat. Relaxing against the bed, Zim became preoccupied with caressing his lover’s heated skin. He thought back to all those years before, when Dib was young and innocent and smooth… When he begged for this kind of comfort so often. Now he was old and hairy and very angry… While that held a certain degree of charm, Zim missed those quiet days they shared together toward the end, when Dib would lay his head in Zim’s lap like a pet, silently begging for affection…

“My Dib…” Zim purred, fingers working their way into Dib’s hair, caressing his scalp.

Breaking the silence like a gunshot, Dib jerked awake, screaming “NO!” as he shoved Zim away. Caught completely off-guard, Zim fell back on his ass. He looked up at the human as he rolled onto his good arm, looking around the room in an effort to orient himself. Finally, Dib saw Zim on the floor.

“Don’t… don’t ever do that. Okay?”

“…what?” Zim asked quietly, wide-eyed.

“Don’t ever put your… CLAWS in my hair like that.”

Frowning, Zim replied, “When you were young, you loved it…”

“Those days are over,” Dib replied for what seemed like the thousandth time. And then he felt guilt. Groaning, he tried to push himself up. But his gauntlet was gone… “Gaz… where is she? We’re… on my ship aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Zim replied, getting to his feet. “The Destroyer killed you. But the Valerie human, she shot the Destroyer with a canon… And I brought you back to life.”

Dib raised a brow. “I don’t think she killed me. She did give me a hell of a beating, though. Fuck…” Letting himself relax on the bed, he tried to bring up a spark of power between his thumb and forefinger. Though it was uneven, it came forth after a moment.

“No! You’ve been dead for almost a day. I repaired you! Thank Zim!”

Sighing, Dib grinned. He often slept off much more serious injuries than this. He imagined his body replenished whatever Gaz took through cell regeneration. The cells in his body and the Meekrob were symbiotic in that way. One never forgets the experience of dying… If he had died again, Dib felt he would have known it. But Zim seemed desperate to get this validation, so Dib finally relented. “Thank you, Zim… Thank you for saving my life.”

Satisfied by this expression of gratitude, Zim wrapped his arms around Dib’s torso, groaning softly. “I’ll never lose you again… Nothing in the universe will keep Zim from you.”

“I believe you,” Dib replied quietly, fingers sliding over Zim’s quivering antennae. If Zim really did think Dib died… Losing him all over again must have been incredibly traumatizing. Sitting up slightly, Dib whispered, “Come here…”

Gingerly, Zim climbed atop the bed, straddling Dib with a bit of coaxing. Removing the monitors that peppered his skin, Dib relaxed, looking up at his partner. “Even after everything that’s happened… All these years… We’re together again. Right? So… I don’t really think there IS anything that can keep us apart.”

“Please be more careful with your weak human body, Dib-creature.”

“You’re the one that left me alone in the house!” Dib cried indignantly. But neither of them felt like arguing. Dib grabbed Zim’s collar, jerking him down for a rough kiss. Things progressed quickly from there. After waiting impatiently for Dib to try and remove his tight pants with one hand, Zim finally jerked them off and began to grind against his lover’s still-nude form.

Despite being drowsy and in a bit of pain, Dib’s cock immediately reacted to the touch of Zim’s skin. The Irken slid down over his length with a mewl of pleasure, completely unguarded and candid. His hips moved slowly, as he was still afraid of hurting his patient. Dib allowed it, content to just watch the erotic display above him, letting his orgasm slowly build. Zim watched him as well, his eyes showing how relieved he was to see his lover alive and well again.

Whether mere moments or half an hour passed was unclear, but they finally finished in a slow crescendo as Zim collapsed atop Dib.

“Now… I feel much better,” the human joked quietly against Zim’s skin, enjoying how their chests pulsed against each other with every pulled breath. “I really want some food and maybe a brandy now…”

“Mmyes! Food.” Since his recovery, Zim reveled in the chance to eat more and more with every meal. Food tasted so good, and he missed it. Sliding off of Dib, Zim dressed and fetched Dib’s clothes for him as well. “Let us force the boy to eat as well. He’s a wraith. He’ll drop dead any moment! And then he’ll be useless to us.”

“Boy…?” Dib asked as he pulled on his pants. “…you mean Vermeil? Is he here with us?”

“Yes. He assisted Zim in bringing back your corpse.”

Raising his brow, Dib blinked. “…how kind of him.” What was in it for him? Dib supposed he should go try to talk to the kid. Besides, he needed to know why Megami wasn’t with him. Where had he said she was…?

They found Vermeil perched on his bed, slouching over his console. His Pak connected with it via a thick wire. His eyes were strangely blank, flashing slightly every few seconds. “…Prince V…?”

“Looks like he’s downloading something. Must be a large file…”

Zim’s voice pulled Vermeil from his reverie. “I think I might have found a solution to our…” He saw Dib in the doorway and his voice fell short. “…problem…”

“Hello there, Champ. Surprised to see you here willingly.”

“…wasn’t entirely willing,” the boy replied quietly, his brow furrowing slightly in worry. He looked between Zim and Dib for a moment, antennae slowly flattening. Without Purple to bolster him, he suddenly found looking Dib in the eyes to be much more difficult. Truly, he realized, he was still… scared to death of this man.

“SO? What is your solution, Little Tallest? Enlighten Zim.”

“Ah… about that…” Had Zim already told Dib about Megami? No way. He’d be a lot more angry, Vermeil was sure… Swallowing hard, he fidgeted nervously. “About… about that.”

“What problem?” Dib asked earnestly.

Oh, merciful Goddess… Vermeil shrank back slightly. “…about that.”

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DivineDepravity, oh singular reviewer! I am very thankful to you, yet again!

And thanks to Calantha as usual for giving this chapter a look-see, and for commissioning me to write it :P
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