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VINDICATION	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 29601 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 30: Reactivation

*this chapter is dedicated to PRYANIMA for artistic work being worked on!

The roof of the base opened to accept the Irken ship, and as soon as it touched down, Dib leapt out, pulling Zim’s body from the cockpit and setting him down carefully.

GIR skipped into the room, then stopped short and started to shriek. “MASTER!!” He leapt onto Zim’s body and shook him, wailing and crying. “His pak’s broke an’ he’s not breathing! MASTERRRRR!!!”

Dib gritted his teeth, grabbing the little robot and lifting him off of Zim’s body. “Take it off, GIR. Take his pak off.”

GIR blinked at him, then did as told, touching a hidden switch under the edge of the pak, removing it and holding onto it tightly. As Dib rolled Zim onto his back, GIR started to shriek again, running around the room in a panic.

“GIR!!” Dib shouted, one hand shooting out, grabbing the little robot by his antenna and shaking him. “I need your help—tell me where Zim’s heart is. Tell me NOW. Point to it.”

The little robot blinked at him, then pointed to the right side of Zim’s chest, close to the middle.

Dib dropped him and moved to that side, placing his hands over where GIR had pointed, taking a deep breath and starting to count as he performed CPR.

On the second round of mouth-to-mouth, Zim shuddered and pushed him away, coughing spasmodically, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his systems started functioning again, his eyes blinking open.

Dib rested with his hands on his knees, panting heavily as Zim groaned in pain.

“What…happened…?” Zim looked up at Dib blearily.

As soon as he caught his breath, Dib pulled Zim into his arms and held him tightly, despite the Irken’s agonized moan.

“You almost got yourself killed.” Dib breathed, his whole body shaking now that the adrenaline was starting to leave his system. “I thought you were dead…”

GIR squealed and bounced around the room, then stopped, pointing at Dib. “He kissededed you, Master! And then you woke up! Just like sleepy beauty!”

Zim blinked at GIR, then looked up at Dib again. “What’s he talking about?”

Dib sighed, shuddering and closing his eyes, speaking gently against the top of Zim’s head. “Your heart stopped. You weren’t breathing.”

Zim’s eyes widened in shock. “H…how did you…how did you reactivate me without my Pak?”

“CPR.” Dib said softly.

“What?”

Dib shook his head, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I’ll…I’ll explain later. You’re hurt, and you need to be taken care of.”

Zim’s expression turned to one of panic. “My pak! Where…where is it?”

“It broken, Master!” GIR chirped, doing his monkey dance.

Dib tensed, looking over at GIR and speaking firmly. “GIR, go and run a bath for your Master, okay?”

“Okeedokie!” GIR grinned and then ran off.

Dib sighed in relief and then looked down at Zim, who was clutching weakly at his shirt. “Where is it? Is it really broken?” His expression was distraught.

Dib shook his head. “No…I don’t think so. It’s dented on one side.” When Zim tried to speak again, Dib gently put one hand over the Irken’s mouth. “Shh. Worry about it later. Right now the only thing that matters is that you’re alive.” He removed his hand, then stood shakily, carrying Zim in his arms, going over to the elevator and down to the lower level, bringing him into his chamber.

“IT’S READY!!” GIR shouted, pointing to the bath.

Dib nodded. “Thank you, GIR. Can you please go and get me some bandages?”

“Okeedokie! Look at me go!” GIR tore out of the room and Dib chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I think your robot needs to be put on Prozac.”

Zim hissed sharply when he was laid on the ground, clenching his eyes closed. There wasn’t a single part of his body that didn’t hurt…he was still bleeding from his forehead and various other places, and there were tiny stones and bits of gravel embedded in the scrapes on his skin, which had been worn raw in several places by the rough asphalt he’d landed on.

Dib winced sympathetically, gently removing the remaining shreds of Zim’s uniform before lifting him again, carefully lowering him into the tub.

Zim gasped and tensed as he was lowered into the warm gel, a fist clenching tightly in the front of Dib’s shirt, his antennae pressed flat against his skull, one of them still bleeding, dark reddish-black fluid dripping from the end.

“Easy…just…just try to relax…take a deep breath…”

The Irken groaned, looking up at Dib again. “My ship—”

“It’s beyond repair. I couldn’t see a single scrap bigger than my hand, Zim. Stop worrying about it and worry about yourself for now.”

Zim uttered a despairing moan, closing his eyes and covering them with one hand. “I…I can’t…my ship…”

Dib sighed, reaching out and gently pulling the hand away from Zim’s eyes, kissing his knuckles softly.

The Irken looked at him sadly, and Dib swore he felt his heart breaking. To see Zim reduced to this…that look in his eyes…

“Zim…that mission was a success…we dropped the load, and it’s only a matter of a day or so until the Octagon is evacuated. Then we’ll have access to all the information we’ll ever need. We’ll bring the human race to its knees.”

Zim nodded absently, uttering a heavy sigh, sinking down in the gel.

“What’s more important to me is that you’re alive.” Dib said softly, picking up a cloth and cleaning the blood from Zim’s forehead, gently running it over his wounded antenna.

Zim groaned in pain, then looked up at the human in confusion. “Why? Why is it so important to you that I live?”

Dib blinked at him in surprise. “Because…” he felt his cheeks flushing. “Because I need you.”

The Irken frowned. “For what? The mission?”

Dib shook his head, swallowing hard. He’d only just realized this himself, and telling Zim was probably a very, very stupid idea, but it was too late now. “No. I need you.”

Before Zim could react, GIR came tearing into the room with an enormous bundle of bandages, crashing into Dib and knocking him into the tub. Dib came up sputtering and coughing, his jeans and T-shirt soaked with the gel. He blinked at GIR, then shook his head. “Uh…yeah. Thanks, GIR. I think.”

“You’re welcome big-head boy!” GIR ran out of the room again.

“My head’s not big.” Dib muttered and then lifted himself, about to climb out of the tub, losing his balance when he was pulled down suddenly. He gazed into a set of deep red eyes that were almost sensuous in the way they delved into his.

“I thought you wanted to try this.” Zim purred.

Dib blinked at him. “Yeah, but…I mean…you…you’re hurt…”

Zim grinned wickedly at him, his eyes narrowing. “Silence.” He hissed softly. “Take off your clothes and bathe with me, Dib-worm.”

Surprised by the change in Zim’s demeanor, Dib leaned back and pulled off his gel-soaked shirt, tossing it aside before standing up and removing his jeans and boxers, sinking back into the tub. The gel was warm and pleasant, and it surrounded him in an erotic caress.

Zim reached out and touched Dib’s shoulder, sighing heavily, not even having the energy to lift his head.

Dib lifted him gently, pulling him into his lap and kissing the top of his head, then starting to gently brush the dirt and gravel out of the scrapes and gashes on Zim’s body. The Irken flinched and tensed, his breaths hitching at the painful sensations.

Dib cringed sympathetically, holding one of Zim’s hands tightly as he worked. Once all of the scrapes and gashes were clean, he gently lifted Zim out of the tub and set him down on a towel, wrapping it around him to keep him warm as he drained the dirty gel out of the tub, washing the gravel and tiny stones down the drain. Once the tub was clean and empty, he filled it with warm gel once more, picking up the Irken’s shivering frame and climbing into the tub with him again. He lay back with Zim in his lap, gently stroking his head, careful not to touch his damaged antenna, but petting the other one delicately.

Zim sighed, his eyes drifting closed as he curled up against him, then opened one eye.

“What’s Prozac?”
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