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Two of Us: Chapter 4 – Fruition
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It made Dib smile to reminisce about Zim’s ridiculous plots and schemes. Many things had led to his current situation and although serious at the time, the troubles he considered so great then were reduced to happy memories now.
He took a picture out of his wallet. It was a family photo; Dib, Zim, Gaz, Gurn and Deen were all sitting together crammed on the couch with smiles plastered all over their faces, almost cheesy in its happiness but none the less, one of two photos that survived the destruction. He liked to remember the first steps Gurn had taken, Deen’s screaming matches with Gir and Gaz’s frustration with Zim. For some reason they never got along; though they did make an effort to tolerate each other for his sake. One could look at this photo and say without question all of Dib’s fleeting happiness was captured in that one instant.
What wasn’t on film was the dynamic that had happened between him and Zim. Even to this day, Dib still couldn’t get his mind around what possessed his mad alien invader to attempt what had not been done since the early years of his species. Sex was a delicate matter between them. Dib was horribly embarrassed by nature and that, well, he had never been anti-sexual, just viewed intimate experiences with other beings like a bunch of peas and carrots on his dinner plate. He’d eat them eventually, but they weren’t as interesting as everything else. Zim had pushed him in that direction not entirely of his will but it had opened his mind up to all sorts of thing he just hadn’t had the drive to think about before. Sexuality became something like a warm bath for Dib, comforting and pleasant to ease into, as long as there was someone else to draw the water. Their first time had been an interesting experience to say the least. All he could think about were the memories now. No matter dusk had passed and a calming navy blue had settled over the sky. He felt selfish and alone, allowing no advent of time stop him from reminiscing. After all, time had made his life hard enough with all that was to come, it was only fair for this one night a year he could take some of it back.

~*~
Dib was chopping his freshly clean spinach from the newly functioning sink with glee. It was the first time in over a month he was able to hang out at Zim’s house, and the break from anything school related was most welcome. He was at the base picking up on the minor cooking skills he had been trying to teach Zim. Not that we was a gourmand or anything, but he could certainly help an alien who had never cooked in his life, let alone eaten earth food. Zim was staring at the way he chopped the spinach.
“Why does it have to be like that?” he was always so full of questions about Earth food.
Dib set the knife down and scooped up the spinach in his hand, “because if we don’t then it’ll get stuck in the food processor.”
He was making one of those soups that required cooking then a blending process, something Zim had just learned. He was trying to teach Zim how to spice food up a bit because with the life span he had, making lettuce and donuts palatable for centuries was a bit of a challenge.
The spinach was cooked in its broth, and now ready for the cream mixture to be added.
“Can I blend it?” Zim asked strangely enthusiastic.
“I guess,” Dib said handing over the spatula reluctantly, “but be careful with it.”
Zim went to work while Dib mulled about the newly renovated base. Of course everything had to be altered due to Zim’s sudden growth spurt, which Dib figured was what he had been doing that long time period before re-entering skool. The base looked better then ever and after several consultations from Dib was actually functional on a human level. The washroom was finally separate from the kitchen and everything worked, although the entire second story, as before housed the voot cruiser. Below, the base had the usual computer panels and secret floors but with the addition of a bedroom, since Zim hadn’t needed to sleep until now. The pak it seemed had also de-necessitated the biological need for Invaders to slumber. However, the Tallest slept and this Zim knew, so it wasn’t unthinkable for him to rest, now that his height was on par with them.
Everything had appeared fine, although a few days ago Zim had pulled Dib aside at skool with a troubled look on his face.
“I’ve been having…’instincts’ human,” Zim had whispered almost embarrassed behind the school, “my computer doesn’t understand what they are and I…”he paused for dramatic effect, “have no idea.”
“Well what kind of instincts?” Dib had said with hilarious visions of nest building floating through his head.
“Just…INSTINCTY instincts,” was his only answer.
“Maybe you should try and understand them, you know experiment outcomes on your computer or something,” with such vague information this had been Dib’s only advice.
“Perhaps you’re right Dib-human,” Zim said, appearing sufficiently satisfied with his answer, “experiments are indeed in order.”
And that had been the end of that. Unknowingly, as Dib sat thinking, Zim had at that very instant slid something into the soup. It was a little pellet and was quickly pulverised into the other contents, hardly noticeable among the thick green liquid.

Together they doled out the soup in bowls each sitting in their respective seats across from each other at the table. Zim also had a plate sitting on his right with a very fat donut resting on it, while Dib had rye bread; some freaky carbohydrate that Zim wouldn’t dare touch because of the deep brown color and weird smell.
“It looks like DIRT!” Zim had once exclaimed appallingly, when Dib had shown him a few days ago what went with soups like they were eating now.
Dib grinned remembering the distorted faces that were made during Zim’s first shopping trip outside of the convenience store realm. Even vegetables were an adventure with an alien.
His soup waiting to be eaten, Dib happily dug in devouring the tasty liquid with zest. Zim was very carefully pulling apart his donut with his clawed fingers, watching Dib’s reaction closely. Naturally since the house had no windows, (they were cleverly disguised as double sided mirrors so Zim could see out but people couldn’t see in), Zim wasn’t wearing his disguise. The left antennae twitched idly again, as though anxiously awaiting something.
Dib lifted his spoon up again, noticing Zim looking at him with another odd expression on his face. The spoon had almost made it to his mouth when suddenly it slipped from his fingers and fell into the soup. Dib lurched forward grabbing onto the table for stability. The world had literally turned sideways. Zim sprang to his feet.
“Uh, Zim I feel really…odd,” he managed to say before slowly sliding down. He would have fallen off the chair if it weren’t for Zim’s quick reaction to his fall.
“Are you alright Dib,” Zim said in an eerily calm voice.
The world was becoming distorted. It took immense effort for him to able to form coherent words, “I think, I may need to lay down,” he managed to utter out.
He felt ill; actually he was beginning to sweat as if he had a fever. To say the world was spinning in front of his eyes was an understatement. Each limb felt weak, while everything seemed sideways upside down or just plain weird. He didn’t notice in his state Zim’s strange cool or the fact his actual name had been uttered by the alien, instead of ‘Earth-dib’, ‘Earth-boy’ or the numberless other titles Zim used when speaking to him directly.
“Would you like to lie down?” was Zim’s next question.
“Yeah,” he said feeling guilty for messing up their hang out time, “maybe I’ll feel better after.”
It was nothing for Zim to just toss him over his shoulder, Irkens possessing that strange attribute to be able to carry several times their own weight. They went through the new base entrance in the coat closet, down into Zim’s room deep underground. The dark actually seemed to help Dib; it made his eyes hurt less although he couldn’t say much for the rest of his jell-o body. Finally they were there and Zim gently laid him down on the soft large bed. It was red, like almost everything else in the room, with huge pink pillows matching the Invader color scheme in the rest of the base. Dib rested his head in the soft cushions feeling a little better in a horizontal position. He still felt like something was burning up inside him, but couldn’t figure that out. Hopefully it wasn’t the flu, he couldn’t’ afford to be out of skool at all until graduation.
“Here’s hoping you won’t catch my cold,” Dib said, trying to make light of the situation, “who knows what it would do to an Irken.”
Zim really didn’t seem to be paying attention to one word he spoke. He had slowly inched closer to Dib watching him with his oval eyes, that odd look again plastered all over his face. A claw brushed an errant piece of hair out of Dib’s face much to his surprise, then promptly Zim went about removing his glasses.
“Z-zim,” Dib stuttered half laughing in shock, “what are you doing?”
The ‘fever’ had left him helpless. Zim’s face was slowly inching closer to his, a cruel smile playing across his face, while Dib could only clutch the crumpled sheet beside him in desperation. Their lips met, the cool of Zim’s flesh merely grazing his mouth. At the very second contact was made, the heat that was crawling over Dib’s body like a snake flew to that exact precarious spot. He inhaled a shaky breath, before Zim dove in for a deeper kiss.
He didn’t need anyone to tell him. The heat became poignantly sexual, arousing him instantly to a horrible knife’s edge before orgasm.
I’ve been drugged!
Was the warning screaming in his head.
He had been inebriated somehow by Zim, obviously on purpose. Which led to the inevitable conclusion that this had all been planned, very carefully by the master of insane schemes himself. This was bad. “What the hell are you doing?!” his brain tried to scream. Whatever he had used was so strong it was overriding his subliminal instincts, turning him into a pile of gibberish spouting goo.
The cold alien flesh had managed to part his lips now, while the slim tongue coiled around his own human palette causing the most unusual sensations to course through his body. Zim seemed to really get into the kissing, although never making a sound during the experience, in direct contrast to Dib’s constant whimpers. He was still struggling despite the drug’s nullification of his efforts; it only increased when Zim began tugging off his clothes.
The coat was easily removed and tossed to the side, while the pants required some wiggling from both of them. Dib was struggling to convince himself he was not in any way taking part in this bizarre union between an apparently and Irken male and a human boy. No matter that the heat in his groin was reaching painful levels or that his masturbatory fantasies were filled with mad alien lovemaking. This was different this was reality! Zim was his friend who was pretty much in the legal sense raping him; which didn’t bode particularly well in his mind. Not to mention on top of that he was a complete and utter virgin. If he did end up seeing a prime piece of Irken equipment, it wasn’t like he had any real idea what to do with it.
His clothes completely removed, he realized Zim was guiding him gently back on the bed. Tri-fingered clawed hands grasped his shoulder as an uncannily tender look crossed the alien’s face. It almost gave Dib some comfort; but then he noticed Zim had somehow managed to get himself naked during this and was currently giving Dib an unintentional lesson on Irken anatomy. He had never seen anything so horrifying and yet simultaneously glorious in his life.
He had known Zim’s flesh everywhere was green, that he had no belly button and was almost wraith thin particularly in the arms. In body mass, he matched Dib but the strength beneath the skin and bones surface was a hundred times that of a normal human. No nipples either, not that it was much of a surprise; Irkens weren’t mammalian in nature anyway. The paranormal investigator side of his brain was exulted being able to finally view alien parts unseen until now. Yet, the little voice in his head that was truly terrified began to overrule. It wasn’t the visual, oh no, never mind that Zim had a strange slitted opening that allowed a particularly large tendril to slide out of it, goo covered and wiggling. Or that it looked almost painfully armoured and met to a head with a pointed tip, with strange small openings up the side. It was the thought that this alien thing that seemed born from Dib’s most glorious sexual dreams (and nightmares), was going to go inside him. Dib, it appeared would be the alien’s sexual repository for whatever that ‘thing’ spewed forth from its ample depths. Anal sex in general was a wee bit disconcerting to a male who had considered himself at the most bi-curious, but sex with a creature not of this Earth, well that was something else entirely.
When Zim seemed determined to continue their session, that was when Dib’s survival instincts kicked in. He struggled his noodle limbs against impossible odds, only to be usurped by more kissing and an errant claw that slipped its way between his legs. Dib’s eyes were saucer shaped. Being touched by another being certainly was an interesting experience.
“Maybe this isn’t so bad,” his animal self argued. “No way!” his rational brain chided.
He didn’t’ have too much time to mentally discuss things, his rationality slowly slipping away to be replaced by the sensation of cool limbs mingling with his sweaty hot ones and claws that were everywhere teasing him. When the mouth left his, in desperation he tried to reach out to bring it back.
Claws held him down. The moment was long and unbearable, with the drug coursing through his veins while that need ‘down there’ had yet to be met. His cheeks were flushed, and he barely registered the feeling of pressure building up in another place…
The pain brought him back to reality, “ow, Zim that hurts!” he whimpered pitifully.
Dib thrashed, feeling shish-kabobbed by Zim’s huge part. The wetness did feel nice though and it was pleasantly cool against his overly warm flesh.
“Relax Dib-human,” said a voice, barely recognisable as Zim’s due to its undeniable tenderness.
Arms wrapped around him, and their lips touched for the briefest moment. Dib’ legs spasmed slightly a sure sign he had relaxed, allowing Zim to easily slide all the way in. Dib opened his eyes a mere slit, looking up at the alien who had just claimed his virginity. The concentrated look in his face was intriguing. He wasn’t moving, which is what Dib presumed happened at this point but he was still certainly doing something, because he could feel a growing pleasure creeping inside him. It was the single weirdest sensation he had ever experienced in his life. For a minute there was a sharp pain, then an odd sound issuing form somewhere atop Zim’s head. A purr maybe? Like a happily sedated cat. Suddenly he spasmed and couldn’t hold out any longer. He came; his breathy moans colliding with that purring noise, the first time ever with a partner. Zim seemed satisfied by this reaction and then began to move in the normal fashion. His orgasm didn’t seem to help the fevered state at all, in fact he was horny as hell, and very glad he was being virtually nailed to the bed.
His fresh lust collided with the heady feeling of afterglow, causing him to moan all sorts of obscene things he had no idea if Zim understood, let alone heard.
“Fuck me, please!” he cried, “Harder Zim! Fuck, do it harder!”
The wicked thrusts that followed symbolised Zim had gotten the message and was more then happy to accommodate his request. Their limbs were sliding together from the moisture on their bodies, accentuated as each tried to wrap tighter around the other while maintaining the pace. The purring sound was coming to a head, and Dib took this as a hint.
“Cum in me please,” he begged, “please I’m at your mercy!” Good god where did that come from, he had to ask himself.
His words did the trick, and with a few intense thrusts Zim gasped pushing deep inside Dib, filling him up. The purring quieted, and Zim’s antennae slumped into their normal position. Their bodies cooling and the fever abating, Dib was now regaining enough of his senses to be in intense shock.
Zim slid out slowly planting a kiss on Dib’s lips before cleaning their bodies with tissues. The world was still topsy-turvy when he tried to get up, so he was content to lie back while Zim did all the work.
His head was swimming with confusion, “Zim? Why did we just do that?”
The cleaning job finished, green arms were content to slip around Dib’s shoulders wrapping him up into an embrace he was conflicted in accepting.
“Because we wanted to,” was the sleepy answer.
Dib wasn’t entirely certain if that was true, but he was just as tired right now as Zim, and desperately needed sleep. Things could be sorted out in the morning when he was sure his body was listening to his brain, and his mind was his own. Curling up in the red sheets, nothing seemed more peaceful right now then resting with his Zim.
And where was Gir during these Earth shattering experiences?
“HI!” the little robot said.
Gaz stared at him oddly.
“Where the hell is Dib?” she asked, slightly annoyed.
“He’s with the master, finishing plaaaaaaaaans. Can we play with you Gazzy?” he gave her a wide grin, promptly swiping a strange animal from behind his back.
The moose squeaked happily.
“I don’t even want to know what the hell that is, or where you found it,” she said twitching an eye, “all I want to figure out is if Dib is with Zim right now ‘kay?”
Gir giggled, “Yup.”
The moose squeaked with joy.
“Ok…”she said with a long pause, “then what are they doing?”
Gir looked around suspiciously, “they’re…” he said very quietly waiting for dramatic effect, “MAKING BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he finished by throwing the moose thing at Gaz and marching right on in.
Mini-moose dislodged himself from her face and flew off to find Gir.
She closed the front door, whispering “some plans. Getting laid by an alien.”
At least Gaz wasn’t so much annoyed now, as intrigued. Zim was an alien, and Dib was definitely into the whole alien thing. Hell she could see her brother offering himself out to a venture like that. If what they said was really true then…an evil grin spread across her face. Things were about to get very interesting.
“C’mon Gir and….moose…thing,” she said finding them just where she suspected; in front of the TV, “who’s up for a game of vampire piggies while we wait to hear of my brother’s horrible doominess?”
“YAY!!!” screamed Gir, “DOOM!!!”

Mini Moose squeaked in agreement.
Dib woke up, slightly disoriented. He couldn’t figure out where he was, or why his rear hurt so much. Then it all came flooding back to him.
“Oh, right. Zim and I we had…” he blushed, sinking under the sheets feeling horribly embarrassed, “ack.”
To his right lay Zim with half lidded eyes, a living testament to the odd way Irken’s slept. With some hand waving Dib guessed he was still quite deep in slumber. That was ok, Dib thought as he slumped deeper into the bed, he was pretty damn tired too. However, curiosity was slowly getting the better of him as he watched Zim sleep, noticing the antennae slumped down on his head. He really wanted to know what that weird sound had been about, so he reached out touching the odd appendages making note to be gentle. He stroked them, realizing they slightly twitched each time he did. Fascinating. Maybe they had more to do with sensation then noisemaking. In a flash however, Zim had snatched Dib’s hand and rolled so he was on top of him.
“Unless you want a repeat of last night,” he said markedly, “you should stop that.”
This sudden act unnerved him to no end. He swallowed not entirely certain how he had felt about the previous evening, let alone if he wanted a second go.
“Zim,” he said licking his lips nervously, “I think we have to talk about this.”
Zim rolled over and up, sitting on the edge of the bed collecting things off the floor. Clothes, Dib had presumed, since stuff was probably still strewn chaotically about the base from their frantic movements last night.
He propped himself up on his elbows, “ I can understand you not really knowing what proper intimate relationships are like between humans but,” he sighed noting that Zim didn’t really seem to be paying attention, “ this wasn’t entirely morally proper.”
“It didn’t have to be,” was the staid answer.
Clothes were tossed at him and he gladly donned his threads again, considering them armour against any future attacks Zim might wage against his newly deflowered flesh.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked, suddenly offended by the prospect of being a one night stand.
“I meant it was part of the plan,” Zim said, smiling while dressing himself, apparently perfectly happy with the entire situation.
“Uh…,” Dib paused considering, “plan huh? What ‘plan’ might this be?” he was growing exceedingly bitter about this whole situation.
“World domination,” was the cheerful reply.
Dib blinked, “I thought you gave that up ages ago!”
“No no, not world conquest. Domination. Genetic domination.” Zim stressed as though these words magically explained every thought going through his Irken head.
Dib flopped back on the pillows frustrated, “you’re not making any sense!” he flustered, “we had sex, not entirely with my consent and now you say it was all part of some plan? I don’t get you.”
He felt miserable, accurately he felt like a girl who had just discovered she had been used by her prom date for a cheap night.
Zim looked at him, obviously confused by his anger, “to possess a human, you have to have intercourse correct? To mate and be one with each other that is the proper mode of operations is it not?”
Well, Dib hadn’t though of it that way. But still…
“That’s how humans and most lifeforms procreate is it not?” Zim said triumphantly, exalted in his perceived understanding of foreign concepts.
Dib laughed, “is that what this is about? Geez Zim I’m a guy. You can’t procreate with a guy!”
Zim laughed just as haughtily as though Dib has just said the most absurd bunch of rubbish ever spoken, “as if THAT matters to the mighty Irkens! They’ve been invading planets genetically since the birth of space travel. We don’t ‘impregnate’ like you pathetic humans, we LAY EGGS. They can set anywhere, in any body quite naturally.” He grinned relishing in victory, “I’ve laid eggs in you Dib, and mellenia from now, when we’re both long dead that Irken genetic information will be transferred into every human being on Earth. It’s a slow process, but after years of considering it, grand enough and full of such vision that it’s the only way the mighty Zim could even conceive of striking a lovely blow for his beloved home planet Irk. Screw the Tallest and their modern apathetic invasions. This is …EMOTIONS… that most feared substance on Irk put to work for the greatest Invader there ever was!”
“Whoah.” He thought as his mind mentally played the rant back, “Eggs?!” Worse yet, those could only mean, “KIDS??? Zim you fucking KNOCKED ME UP?!” he shot up from the bed with the force of his revelation, “are you insane?!”
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Zim said obviously lost in his doomy dream world, “the perfect plan. Requires little effort, only two genetic donors.”
It was too much. He stood up more enraged then he had ever remembered in his life.
“Ok, so let me get this straight. You drugged me, took my virginity, laid EGGS in me all in the name of some stupid plan???” he shrieked, “do have any idea how messed up my life is going to after this?! Kids are very serious things Zim! Christ, do you even have any idea what children are like?!”
Zim looked up, shocked at the sudden harshness, “I don’t see what the fuss is about Dib. Sacrificing a small part of your life for procreation is considered noble by most species.”
Dib’s eyes watered. He was upset with Zim but realised yelling would get him nowhere, the alien was too damned stuck in his neurotic visions to realise anything besides himself.
“I’m upset Zim,” he spat, “because you took something from me without me permission, because knowingly you did something that directly affects my life without even considering the consequences, because above all I though we were friends, but I guess things are different now.”
He collected his trench from the floor then headed towards the door. Zim jumped up, reaching for his arm.
“Don’t touch me!!” he screamed, startling the alien into submission.
Zim looked hurt, his eyes pained enough that it almost made Dib burst into tears right there. However, the shred of dignity still clinging to his shattered self esteem wouldn’t let him. He wouldn’t’ let Zim see him vulnerable and hurt by such a stupid thing.
“Where are you going?” the soft tone of Zim’s voice broke his heart.
He sighed, “to sleep. To think and above all,” the anger returned, “to try and abort whatever the fuck you put in me.”
His departure was uneventful. Zim didn’t follow him, and not even the robot was in the living room when the elevator dropped him off at the surface. He ran the short distance home with tears brimming in his eyes. It was early morning luckily, there would be no one was around to see him sobbing like a child for some reason he didn’t understand. It wasn’t the situation that he was in, that could be dealt with later, he just inexplicably felt guilty about the pain Zim had exhibited in his eyes. The soft way his voice silently pleaded for him to stay. As he collapsed into his bed, the wetness filled his eyes even as he fell into a deep and troubled sleep. Zim filled his dreams.
Dib slithered downstairs feeling what he could only describe as wasted. His hair was plastered in every which way, the robe he wore was the only relatively clean part of him while under it were the jeans and shirt he had worn to Zim's yesterday. He probably reeked but couldn't really tell since as soon as he found the breakfast table he promptly let his head slump face first into it. Gaz looked up briefly from her video game, raised an eyebrow in surprise and then averted her gaze to the piggy vampires she was currently slaughtering.
Dib sighed, his head hurt and things were just so bloody confusing.
"Gaz, I have a problem," he said, "And despite the horrible things we’ve done to each other as children you've GOT to help me."
She didn't even so much as look up, merely grunted a "hn" and continued playing.
Taking this as an affirmative signal he continued, "something happened last night," there was no way he was going to go into any detail about THAT yet, "and there was an incident."
Graz raised an eyebrow," well you're still alive. It couldn't have been that great."
"You are SO funny," Dib said bitterly. "This is really serious Gaz, I don't know what to do so could you PLEASE for once just listen?"
The video game was set down as delicately as a new born puppy," ok Dib sure. But you owe me one." she said, accentuating the seriousness by glaring.
"My friend Zim, the alien," he began, but was promptly cut off.
"Wait wait," Gaz said her eyes lighting up assertively," you two did
it, and now you've got a little 'problem'."
Dib's mouth hung open, " how did you know that?!"
She shrugged, "Zim's stupid little robot hangs out here all the time. Him and that moose thing stopped by last night after a rave and said they had to be all quiet. So they hung out here. Between the squeaks and insane babble about ‘plans’ I figured it out."
“Wonderful,” groaned Dib, “just fucking great.”
She said haughtily under her breath," never thought I'd live to see the day when you'd get some."
His head shot up faster then lightening as the most irritated gaze Dib could muster was shot in her direction.
"I've got some alien parasite growing in me and that's all you have to say?" spat Dib, grinding his head further into the 1950's linoleum table.
"How bad is it?" she asked.
"I don't know," he mumbled, "Zim didn't really say anything. I left his house this morning too pissed off to ask."
"That's kinda mean," Gaz said, making a face in his general direction.
"No, no it's not. If you knew the situation," he said, then stopped realising there was no way he was going to go any further then that.
Gaz looked at him sceptically, then thought better of it and dropped the subject.
“So what are you going to do with your alien babies?” she said smirking pointing to his abdomen.
He opened his mouth to speak then snapped it shut. He really didn’t know.
“You could try and kill them if you really wanted to,” Gaz said.
“No,” Dib said sighing, “I’ve decided I can’t really do that. They half belong to Zim. That just wouldn’t be right.”
“You and your morals,” she said making a face.
Dib gave her a dirty look.
"In any case Dib," she said with an evil grin, "what're you going to tell dad?"
"Ack!" the thought almost choked him to death. What in the world was he going to tell his Dad?
"Hey dad I did the nasty with an alien invader who had big plans for this planet and now I'm having his baby!"
If that didn't sound like a Jerry Springer headline nothing did. He'd probably get tossed in the loony bin again, most likely under the recommendation of his own father. He would have to wait until the damn thing was born, naturally undeniable proof would put sanity on his side, for once. His dad wouldn’t be able to deny some half alien thing breed sitting right in front of him.
“We’ll see after its born,” he sighed.
“Probably a good idea,” Gaz agreed, “although,” her smile widened, “I wonder if you’ll show.”
The mortification apparent on Dib’s face was worth the milk that was tossed at her after.
Dib was resting in bed. It was a week and a half since that incident, and the discussion with Gaz. Zim hadn’t come around, although silently Dib wished he would so he could figure out what the hell was going on. He was always tired and drained, barely able to get up, uninterested food and most probably failing a few more of his classes then he could afford. After such a short amount of time, Dib wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be happening. Then again Zim had grown almost 3 feet in a week, maybe Irkens had something in their biology that made them develop faster. He had taken a scope to his abdomen to see what the eggs had been doing. It had been interesting upon his initial inspection, to find them sitting in a tiny sac barely noticeable just above the pubic area resting peacefully. It didn’t seem to be growing bigger but it was moving a little. Dib put the scope down and then collapsed on the bed. He was exhausted, and just wanted to know what the hell was happening in there. His pride however, kept him from getting Gaz to find Zim, although he had heard from the commotion downstairs that Gir had been over once or twice. That was hardly unusual in any event so Dib thought nothing of it. The truth was he missed Zim. A lot.
“Dib you want anything?,” Gaz peeked her head in the door.
“No, I’m fine,” was his weak reply.
His sister had been very nice during the whole ordeal. She was worried about him, putting aside whatever minute differences they had shared during their childhood to tend to him like a newborn pup. In fact she was excited about the prospect of being an aunt. Surprisingly she had shown an interest in children since babysitting in middle school, mostly because though they were people, many had yet to develop a person’s habitual attitudes and prejudices that really pissed a girl like Gaz off to no end.

“If you need anything just call,” she said, closing the door.
His room was enveloped in darkness. Light hurt his eyes a lot for some reason; he wished he knew. Where was Zim anyway? Wasn’t his whole plan rant about how important these kids were to his masterful domination? Maybe even ‘superior’ Irkens had the potential to be dead-beat fathers…
A noise startled him, coming from downstairs.
Gaz’s conversation floated up, “Yeah he’s in his room. Uh-huh. No he’s not in good shape. He can’t eat anything. I don’t know why and he can’t figure it out. Uh-huh. I’ll see. Just a second.”
Footsteps headed up to his room. His stomach was in knots. He had a vague idea what this could be about.
“Dib,” Gaz said, “Zim’s here. He really wants to see you.”
He released an inward sigh of relief. Maybe he would have an answer to his problems. But as he though more about it, anger flooded him. Screw him, he thought, his carelessness had already caused a grave situation, Zim didn’t’ deserve another chance like this, at least not when he was weak and cornered in his room.
“Tell him to fuck off,” was his mumbled reply. His stomach was hurting terribly. He clutched it wincing.
“Jesus Dib, he can help you. You’re obviously in pain,” she said irritated, “there might be something wrong.”
Dib wrenched himself up from the bed propelled by the combined forces of pain, annoyance and general frustration over the past few weeks.
“Look, tell him to go away alright? He’s already done enou-“ Dib’s sentence was cut off. He clutched his stomach, in intense pain, then much to Gaz’s horror promptly passed out.
The place he woke up in was definitely not his home. Alien equipment surrounded him, as a soft blue glow assailed the tiny cracks his eyelids allowed him to open.
“Is he going to be ok?” he recognised is sister’s voice asking.
“Yes. He’s suffered some stress from the birthing but should be fine. He left them too long, stupid human.” He knew it was Zim when he felt the tri pronged claws touch his forehead. His world swerved once again, and unwillingly he closed his eyes.
Next he woke up was in a bed. The big red one he and Zim had spent their first night together in. The covers were soft and nice, relaxing Dib until he heard something strange beside him. He cracked an eyelid. A little boy was looking at him. He looked to be about 4 years old, with black hair covering his head spilling over one eye.
He was poked in the nose, “mama?” the little creature said.
Dib blinked.
“Hey, you’re awake!” It was Gaz, grinning at him from a plush red chair.
He struggled himself to a sitting position, however, as soon as his lap became available the boy snuggled up in the space and promptly dosed off.
“Is that…” he was in shock.
“Yeah,” said Gaz evidently pleased, “Ain’t he cute?”
Dib stared at him. The kid definitely looked human, there wasn’t a smidgen of green anywhere, nor any other evidence of alien genetics. As Dib pondered, he realised suddenly the child had had red eyes. Normal human eyes but the iris was coloured a ruby flaming red, just like Zim’s were. This was the only visible thing that attested to his questionable origins. The little kid was dressed well too. Black pants and a green t-shirt with the Irken sign emblazoned on it. Definitely Zim’s hallmark.
‘But he looks like, well,” he stuttered, unable to finish.
“Yeah a lot older then just a couple days. It’s really complicated, but Zim said in a nut shell that your kids had to be grown part way in tubes or something because of some weird stuff I didn’t understand,” said Gaz evidently confused.
He didn’t have time to dwell on that because he noticed Zim had been quietly behind him the whole time watching him and their child bond.
His face flushed slightly, “Zim, how was…our kid born?”
Zim sat behind him on the bed, petting the child on the head his arm just barely brushing past Dib’s, “the eggs were cut out. They had to be, you got sick because they were left to mature too long. Smeets don’t take a very long time to reach that stage of development. There’s a small cut on your abdomen but it should be gone soon. His name is Gurn.”
“Hey,” Dib said slightly annoyed, “who said you got to name him?”
“I didn’t,” Zim said pointing towards Gaz, “she insisted.”
Gaz grinned, “I’m so proud of you Dibbers,” she said sticking her tongue out at him, “it’s a cute little freak.”
Dib shot her a look, “he’s not a freak. He’s a …”
“Beautiful ingenious plan, brought to fruition by the most perfect of humans and diligent of Invaders,” Zim finished.
The words made Dib flush with emotion.
Gaz made a face, “you two are grossing me out. I’ll leave you two alone now. Gir probably wants some company.” She said, winking at her brother.
She left, leaving them to work out their situation without her warm sisterly meddling.
Nothing would ever be resolved in Dib’s eyes. No real conversations had or would ever take place about the anger he had felt after their initial relations. After looking in his child’s eyes and seeing Zim evidenced in their intelligent depths, that was all he needed. Zim was not about to leave him or abandon him, he realized then, and without any words their love rested in the air unspoken. Zim’s devotion was enough, and Dib’s reciprocation was all that was needed.
Their days passed without event from that time, even when Dib found out he couldn’t graduate high school because of his absences during his short lived ‘pregnancy’. It was all right he decided. He could work in his dad’s lab, gain some experience in the science field while totally avoiding the whole paranormal thing. Who the hell needed big foot when he had his own alien partner to contend with? It was like every dream he ever held dear had just come true. And what of his father’s reaction to Gurn’s presence and undeniable evidence of alien life? His dad with the calm calculating approach accepted it all undaunted, brushing over the alien bit without concern, merely obsessed with the fact he had a grandchild.
“I never thought this day would come!” he had said proudly picking up Gurn much to the boy’s delight, “ what with you and Gaz having unusual personalities hostile to relationships,” his father’s comment had made his sister’s eye twitch much to his amusement.
Even their family life looked up, since their Dad was granted extra time off from work to spend it with his grandchild.
Everything was perfect, with only one small addition to be made to the close knit family Zim had inadvertently created with his high brow plan.
Zim had been staying over at Dib’s house once in a while, so Gaz Gir and Gurn could hang out. Gaz loved spending time with the kid while Gir was endlessly amused by him, being childlike itself.
In the privacy of Dib’s room, late at night while the others were asleep and Gurn was safely nestled in Gaz’s room, Zim had taken the opportunity for some private time between the two of them. He had been pressing earlier that Gurn needed a sibling, but Dib had been reluctant. The birthing process had not been pleasant, so he wasn’t real keen to try it again. However, that night in the throngs of passion, while Zim was stifling their moans by adamantly working Dib’s mouth with kisses, he felt that strange sensation again in his nether regions. His mind elsewhere at the time he hardly registered it.
The next day he crawled down to breakfast, obviously very tired and the last one at the table. Zim was eating his favourite, toast, while Gir was making waffles much to Gurn’s delight. Gaz stared at him for a moment, looking him and up down.
Then she said smiling, “he knocked you up again huh?”
Ooo, if looks could have killed.
Deen was born a few weeks later. She was much like her brother in appearance except with the slight difference of vibrant purple hair. Her personality was vivacious and hyper, almost enough to keep up with Gir. She had been born almost a year later then her brother, but could already talk almost as sufficiently as he could. With her presence their happiness was complete, unchallenged by anything in the world. Dib had felt at the time, absolutely invincible to anything life could throw at him. He didn’t know only a few years later the happiness he shared would be ripped away so cruelly, so completely he would never capture it again. None the less these were his happy times, the moments when returned to in memory, no matter how bad the day had been, would always make him smile.
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He was smiling now, in the lonely fields as the stars shone down on him from above. The night sky made him think of Zim, which brought soft tears to his eyes. Gurn and Deen had grown up so well, despite the nightmare that happened to them so soon after their first steps into life. It made Dib return to the bitterness so deeply that the moment was ruined. He had to leave, to run from this paradise lost in his SUV, past the fields that brought out the memories of the dead and dying, his friends, family and Zim.
The car door clicked closed. This was the hardest part of his yearly visit, the long drive back to the house he shared with his remaining family deep in the countryside. On this monotonous drive, there was enough space and distraction to tear his focus from the reality of the now, to twist him back into those thoughts he had tried to abort. To the nightmare. To the beginning of his end, to Zim and all the hurt he carried because of his selfish actions. Yes, as he rounded the first turn in the road he was already lost on that fateful journey. The journey through time, memory and regret. Like Odysseus, he had to endure this long personal trial before finally returning home.
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