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Chapter 4
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No doubt about it... the alien was asleep. That in its self wasn't funny, what made it funny was the fact that exactly a half a minute before he had fallen asleep, Zim had told Dib rather adamantly that he was Irken and thus didn't sleep at all...
Dib rolled away from Zim and sat up, peering down at the slumbering form beside him. Many different thoughts and feelings clashed and clamored for attention in his mind as he did so. It left him confused and a little bit lost.
He frankly didn't know what to think.
He tried to organize his thoughts. Yes he had just had sex with an alien. Yes that alien had been Zim, who had been his mortal enemy for almost four years. Even as he thought it, even as he knew he had just done so, a little less than ten minutes prior, he was having a VERY hard time believing it.
Sighing, Dib ran a hand through his hair, then ran the other hand through the other side and clenched his skull for a brief moment.
The whole incident hadn't been entirely *unpleasant*... but even though Dib had nothing to compare it to, he couldn't help but to think it could have gone better. He hadn't hurt the Irken, or at least he had tried very hard not to. Despite that the alien had let out strange little whimpering cries during it all. And he hadn't stopped making those noises until Dib was done.
Damn that sucked. After that, before Zim had fallen asleep, he had asked him rather breathlessly if he had hurt him. Zim had said, with his usual vibrancy, that no, he hadn't, and it would take much more then that to bring down a mighty member of the Irken elite, blah, blah. Then he looked up at Dib with a particular uncertain look on his face and asked if he was done. When Dib said yes, he was fairly sure he was, Zim had smirked and looked more than pleased. It wasn't a minute later that he was out cold beside the human.
Dib sighed, released his head and shook it. After a moment he managed to get to his feet and half hobble over to his clothes. (How did they get all the way over there?) He yanked them on again, despite the weariness in his bones that demanded that he sit back down again and perhaps even get some sleep himself. His body did not care if he was butt naked or not, he was that exhausted.
Maybe he should just go back home.
He turned towards the door, paused, then turned back and looked at Zim.
He needed the alien awake actually. He had several questions he needed to ask him, about the whole entire encounter for one... about the blood, about the mating. Why had Zim imprinted him in the first place? Was it just an elaborate survival mechanism? Could the Irken body do more than just grow "parts" as needed? And more importantly, was it going to happen again?
Sighing he trekked back over to where the Irken lay. He studied him, with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. Finally he sighed and crouched down again. "You are much too much trouble, you know that?" He commented softly, running his fingers across the alien's brow. A very faint smile crept across Zim's face and he stirred, muttered something about pigs, then turned over and stilled again.
Dib blinked. Reaching out, he shook the Irken's shoulder. "Zim?" He asked quietly.
No reply, and no mutterings this time either. Zim didn't wake.
After another unsuccessful try at waking Zim, Dib removed his hands and shut his eyes. After a moment he opened them again.
"Computer?" He called out.
"What?" Was the irritable response. 'Well at least some things never change...' Dib thought sourly. Grumpy computer. If he had his way he'd replace Zim's computer's voice with a polite and pleasant female one...
"Can you make a bed for me?" Dib asked instead. "Like one for sleeping in?"
The computer was silent for a moment. Then, "Fiiiiine," It grumbled.
Dib sat and waited. He was just about to ask if the computer understood him when suddenly half of the floor in one corner of the room folded out and disappeared down below. It snapped back up again a moment later, and on it was a bed.
Dib stared. "Wow," He muttered out loud. Sure enough, it was a bed all right. A large one, king sized, covered in sheets and blankets that were in turn covered with little Irken symbols. It even had a twin pair of huge matching pillows. If the computer could make him this, he wondered what else the computer could do for him...
Suddenly he thought of exactly what he could get the computer to do for him. "Computer?" He called out again.
The computer grunted at him this time, not even bothering to reply.
Dib smiled. "Computer, do you think Zim is better and would be able to wear clothes now?" He asked.
"Fact unknown," The computer replied tersely. "I'm a computer, not a doctor," It added sarcastically.
Dib frowned pensively. "Can you make an educated guess?" He tried after a pause, a bit dryly.
He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard the computer mutter obscenities under it's breath. Finally it replied.
"Zim should be fine and he can wear clothes again," it said. "I guess."
"Good!" Dib said. He leaned down suddenly, gathering the Irken's body up in his arms. He was surprised at how light Zim was. He was also surprised (and a bit grateful) that Zim didn't wake up. "Can you make some of those for me?"
"Some of-- what?" The computer replied.
Dib was beginning to feel rather glad the computer didn't have neck... because if he did, he would have been sorely tempted to wring it. "Some CLOTHES?" He replied. "For Zim." He elaborated.
The computer didn't answer him, but after a moment the floor gave out again, taking away the bed. Then it returned, same as it was before, but this time with an invader outfit lying at the foot of it.
Dib grinned, shook his head, and walked over to the bed. He placed the Irken down on it, then picked up the clothes. A moment later he was struggling to get Zim back into them, wondering vaguely if he was going to wake up in the meantime. He didn't. As Dib dressed him he was able to explore, more with his eyes than anything else, the rest of Zim's body. He hadn't really had time to do so before after all...
He wasn't very surprised to find a very small sealed opening just under the small of Zim's back. After a moment of looking at it decided it could only be a waste disposal location, and he was willing to bet it acted as a rectum and urethra combined. He had assumed the Irken had one of those, as he had seen him eat before and he highly doubted Zim ever regurgitated his food. (He had never seen him do anything that involved bringing up his food again-- outside of choking on human food in a melodramatic manner.) Other details of interest actually came from a close inspection of the Irken's face and these were ones he knew about already. Zim had very small slitted openings under his eyes, assumably for smell... and the tiniest holes along the grooved ridges of his antennae, which Dib speculated was part of the alien's method of hearing. The rest of the Irken's body, save for the faint scarring on the chest arms and legs and of course the new part between his legs was just an expanse of smooth pale green poreless skin. There wasn't even a pattern to it. He didn't have any fingerprints or anything.
"And just think," Dib muttered to himself as he worked on pulling the Irken's shirt over his head. "Just a week ago I was eager to get you out of these to see how you ticked... and all I had to do was sleep with you to get you naked." His mouth twisted upwards into a bitter smile. Then he shook his head ever so slightly, forcing himself to think of something else.
That didn't work very well... he began to wonder about getting the Irken onto an autopsy table again. The bitter smile on Dib's face grew cruel at the thought. That didn't last very long though. His smile faded and he sighed. "Naw," He decided. Zim's insane robot was up there somewhere. Getting past Gir, he felt, would be more trouble than it was worth. And more than that... 'You can't do it anyway... remember?' He thought to himself. He couldn't. He was such a wimp...
When Dib was done dressing the alien, he gently pushed him over to the very far side of the spacious bed. Then he sighed and flopped down beside him. He still needed answers to his questions, which meant asking Zim about them. Since Zim was asleep he decided that it wouldn't be so bad if he just lay there on the bed and waited... and surprisingly enough it was one of the most comfortable beds he had ever laid on. Dib cupped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling, taking in the slightly disjointed, disorganized mass of tubes and pipes several meters up.
A minute or so later the irony of the situation hit him. 'Hahaha,' he laughed to himself, turning his head to look down at Zim's slumbering form. Here he was, lying on a bed after having sex with some... thing. The irony of the situation was the fact that they had done the process completely out of order. Smirking Dib returned his gaze back to the ceiling, subconsciously nestling deeper into the warm, comfortable blankets. "Shoulda thought about the bed before I decided to sleep with him," He chuckled softly to himself.
His smile faded as he remembered the events of the evening. It wasn't really funny actually. At all. So he had sex with an alien. He once again remembered Zim's pitiful whimpers as he thrust...
'Oh god...' He shut his eyes and scrubbed the back of his hand across them.
'Different species are NOT meant to have sex with other species for a reason,' He suddenly thought to himself vehemently. It was a well-written rule in the animal kingdom and he felt that it should very well apply here. Humans and Irkens were more different than even the creatures on earth, given the fact that they had evolved from the geological processes of two *completely* different worlds. Not only that, he was sure the little prideful beast of a creature had been lying. 'You said it didn't HURT Zim and then you did one of your little rants, but you are quite good at lying aren't you? Stupid alien... stupid fucking alien--'
His stomach suddenly lurched and he turned away, towards the edge of the bed. He gripped the side of it as he gagged once, twice, then stopped, drawing in shuddering breaths in the wake of convulsions. After a moment his stomach decided to calm down and Dib rolled back again, wearily burrowing back down into the blankets again. He didn't look at Zim. After another moment or so he shut his eyes...

~~~

Dib hadn't meant to fall asleep himself, but he did, snoring softly as he slept on the huge bed. What woke him up was the feeling that he was suffocating.
He opened his eyes. When he did, he found that he was staring right at a twin pair of bright blue round objects.
"HI!" Gir chirped.
Dib screamed and sat right up in the bed.
The robot leapt off of Dib's chest and jumped down to the floor. He began to run around the room as Dib panted and stared at the blur of a robot.
It was about then that he realized that he couldn't see anything but blurs. Cursing he quickly fumbled around, looking desperately for his glasses. He found Zim, who still was lying beside him, but no glasses. He looked at Gir then looked back at the green blur that was Zim's face. He started slightly when twin red blurs joined the green and turned towards him. Zim was awake.
"Oh," The Irken said in way of a greeting. "You're still here?"
For some reason the alien's flippant remark stung a little. Dib drew back. "I... I can't find my glasses," he said quickly, feeling rather dumb.
"Stupid worm monkey." Zim replied. He sat up. For a moment he twitched, then stretched, noting that, for the first time in several days his skin didn't burn and he didn't ache... at least not all over. It was enough. "I am cured!" He announced, stunningly happy about this. He leapt down off the bed and walked towards the center of the room.
"GIR!" He shouted.
Gir skidded to a halt in front of Zim. "Yes my master," The robot replied, saluting. Dib could see a blur of red where blue was before, and knew Gir had just launched into duty mode. The boy swung his legs over the side of the bed, squinting as he tried to focus in on the two.
"What are those?" Zim exclaimed, an exasperated note in his voice. He leaned down towards the robot, then leaned back again. "GIR! Give the filthy hu~man back his seeing eye devices and get him out of my base immediately!" With that the alien turned and began to march, stiff kneed, towards the exit.
Dib's jaw dropped. "What?" He leapt down off the bed as well and took a couple of hesitant steps towards the retreating alien. "Wait Zim!" He called out.
Zim turned. "What, human? I have work to do!" Even blurry Dib could see him shake a fist in his direction.
Dib was taken a bit aback despite himself. "Is that it?" He asked. "I-- I mean, are we done?" He fumbled, feeling very flustered.
"Yes!" The alien replied. "Oh yes, we are so very much DONE Dib," He declared. He turned away again.
"Wait! What--" Dib blinked and fumbled, trying to remember all the hundred and one questions he had had for the alien before he had fallen asleep and what sleep had apparently robbed from his mind. Finally he launched onto one, the most important one of all, at least in his mind presently. "Am I okay? What about the stuff that was in my blood?" He asked a bit pleadingly.
He couldn't see it, but he could imagine Zim's face crinkling up into a frown. "Why should I care?" The alien replied after a moment, very seriously. "You've served your purpose. Zim has better things to do than worry about the state of a wretched creature like you! SO much!!" With that the alien turned away again.
"Wait!" Dib called out again, reaching out towards the alien despite the fact that he was half a room away from him. "Zim, come on!" He whined. "You at least owe me--"
"I owe you nothing! Do not bother me!" Zim replied in a bit of a sing song voice, as he kept right on walking. His hand waved back at Dib dismissively.
"Zim!" Dib paused and shouted it louder. "ZIM!!" When the alien still didn't reply, his shoulders fell forwards slightly. He shook his head, suddenly feeling very... down and out for some reason. Not to mention confused. 'I guess that's it then.' He thought to himself. He still didn't have the answers to any of his questions...
"Aww... don't be sad!" Gir declared, launching himself at Dib from out of no where and wrapping himself around his head.
"GIR!" Dib cried out as he suddenly had the task of valiantly trying to wrestle Gir off of himself and retrieving his glasses as the same time. When he managed to look up again, fumbling his now finger smudged spectacles back onto his face, Zim was completely gone.

~~~

According to the position of the sun, it was mid morning when Dib got out of Zim's base. After being startled over the time (mid morning meant he had spent all night and then some unconscious on a bed in Zim's base) Dib felt an overwhelming sense of the surreal settle over him. Somehow the world didn't seem quite right anymore. Even the gnomes seemed to have ceased to recognize him as a threat, and didn't shoot at him at all as he walked down the steps of the house. That only deepened his discomfort, the gnomes *always* shot at him. The neighbors added to it. They seemed to feel it fit to wave cheerfully at Dib as he walked by. Dib managed a half wave and a nervous smile back and quickened his pace.
It didn't even occur to him until he was halfway home again, and the thought actually made him stumble and nearly fall over flat onto the concrete sidewalk. He was so focused on trying to sort though his own state of mind, that he had completely forgot the most important thing of all.
Sex meant reproduction. Reproduction meant babies. Babies meant...
Dib's eyes widened suddenly and he clamped a hand over his mouth. OH GOD...
Dreadful visions of half human half Irken abominations began to dance around in his head.
That's it. The moment he saw Zim again, if he saw Zim again, that would be the first thing he asked him. As horrible as it sounded, he needed to know if the Irken Invader was pregnant...

It was mid morning. The clock on the wall read 11:42 a.m. when he walked in the front door of his house. He shrugged it off and took off his shoes and coat, hanging them in the closet.          He was startled when he saw his sister watching TV as he made to walk by the living room.
Dib stopped stock still in his tracks, his eyes wide. His first thought was something to the effect of 'I wonder if she knows?' THAT he immediately dismissed as silly... there was no possible reason Gaz would have ever expected something happened... like that between him and Zim. Instead she probably thought he had gone and gotten himself captured by the Irken. And, furthermore, she probably didn't care. She was Gaz after all.
Speaking of which... Dib circled into the living room and peered down at his sister. "What are you doing home from school?" He asked.
Gaz shrugged. "Eh," She replied. She didn't even look up from where she sat slouched on the couch, can of pop in one hand, the channel changer in the other.
Dib raised an eyebrow. After a moment it became apparent that Gaz wasn't going to say anything or explain what she was doing there. He shrugged as well and turned away, towards the basement stairs...
"So are you still sick?" Gaz's sour voice drifted at him from the couch.
Dib turned back part way. "I don't think so," he said.
Gaz snorted. "That's to bad," She replied sarcastically. She flicked off the TV and jumped down from the couch. "I'm going to school," She announced. With that she strode into the front foyer, grabbed her book bag down from the shelf and her jacket from the closet. A moment later she had left, closing the door with a bang behind her.
Dib watched her go. He realized suddenly that Gaz had probably stayed at home waiting for him to arrive. A slow small smile crept across his face. He was sort of... touched, actually. The smile turned into a grin as he took the stairs down two at a time.

His day got even better from there. After taking a sample of his own blood and looking it over and testing it in every single way possible he was pleasantly surprised and happy to discover that the little whatever they were, they were no longer in his blood. That meant that Zim was right... not only was the little alien cured, he was as well. He hummed to himself tunelessly as he spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning and disinfecting his lab.
By the time he was done it was early in the evening. He wandered back upstairs, ate food, and had a shower partially to scrub every last inch of his body clean of anything Zim could have possibly left on him. After that he climbed into bed.
He lay there, staring at the ceiling, at the glowy stars and moons that decorated his ceiling. He wasn't really tired, or rather his mind was going a mile a minute and wouldn't let him fall asleep even if he wanted to. It seemed to insist on returning to the incident with the little alien again and again, frustratingly enough. He just didn't seem to have the ability to get over it.
Another disturbing thought had occurred to him, beyond the pregnancy one. He wasn't sure what he thought about the whole entire Zim growing a part thing anyway.
Not that it really mattered to someone like him, who prided himself in being at least a little bit more open minded than most the assholes his age, but the gay question tickled at the back of his mind. He knew that he shouldn't be concerned about it, after all he could easily claim that he was drugged, and he had never had a... problem finding girls in his class attractive before. Unfortunately for him he also found air headed stupidity a huge turn off. He still stuck by the fervent hope that maybe one day he'd find someone that at least shared some sort of intellectual rapport with him. Tak had been cool...
He slapped a hand over his eyes and groaned. Tak had been an alien as well. "Maybe I'm an extreme xenophile*," He couldn't help but to quip out loud.
'Haha... that isn't funny.' He thought back at himself sourly.
He turned over on to his side, staring at the odd shapes and forms of his bedroom furniture in the darkness as his mind continued to deliberate. In fact, the whole entire growing a vagina-type thing, besides making him feel more than mildly uncomfortable, was something that his mind seemed unwilling to let go of. He had always been so sure, after meeting Tak, that the Irkens had two distinctive sexes, both male and female. Though he wasn't sure what, exactly, they were equipped with to deal with the incidence of children (which why he was so eager to see Zim naked in gym class), he figured that they would somewhat fall along the same lines of humans. Zim, after all, did have two arms, two legs, a head and all of the basic shapes that were found on a human. Apparently he had been dreadfully wrong about that.
Frankly after last night he didn't know what to think. He hadn't expected Irkens to be so sexually ambiguous. Furthermore he hadn't expected to have to learn about this sexual ambiguity first hand.
How did he, exactly, know that Zim was a little guy alien anyway? And how did he know that Tak was a girl alien? Beyond the fact that they dressed up as a male and a female human respectively and their antennae were slightly different, was there really any way of knowing? Besides ripping off their little invader outfits and checking?
So even if Zim managed to grow a vagina, that certainly didn't change him any. He still remembered that morning in clear detail. The ass...
No, Zim was still Zim, and as jerkish as ever. His "you're still here?" comment still stung a little. Yup, Zim was a jerk, despite whatever accessories he had acquired.
But then, even if he had been gender neutral before, he wasn't now. Thanks to him or not. 'Which makes him... what then?' Dib thought to himself. 'A female Irken in drag?'
He rolled over once more and buried his face into his pillow. "I'm so fucking confused..." he grumbled into it. He looked up after a moment and took his glasses off, placing them on the bedside table. Then he shut his eyes and sighed, returning his face to the pillow. It was probably futile anyway. He was trying to place human sexual characteristics on an alien who was of a race that was completely different than his. If it wasn't for that human part...

~~~

He was still no less confused the next day at school, but he tried to force himself to not think about it anymore... at least not while he was in school. It actually wasn't all that hard, because Zim was in his class, in the first place, and in the second place chose to ignore him with the same haughty air of superiority that he always did. Dib shook his head with a little bit of amazement as he stared at the back of Zim's head from his seat one row down and two. Glad to know some things never changed...
At lunch that day he wasted no time in confronting the small alien on the subject that was a bit more important than an alien's sexuality. That was the repulsive subject of children.
He found him quickly, eating lunch by himself near the back of the cafeteria. He put down his lunch tray deliberately across from him. And sat.
The Irken eyed him from over his food. Dib watched as he placed a spoonful of soup into his mouth, choked for a moment then made a huge display of swallowing it down. Complete with sound effects.
The compete idiocy of the situation was not lost on Dib. 'I KNOW you're an alien! I've seen your ship! I've seen your base! I've seen your leaders!' He wanted to scream at him. 'Damn it, I've seen you naked, Zim! I've even had SEX with you! And you're still trying to convince me you're human?!'
Dib forced himself to bite his tongue, no matter how hard it was for him to do, and waited patiently until Zim completed his little display. He was quite proud of himself actually. Four years ago all the things, (save maybe the naked part and the sex part), he would have said out loud to the little Irken Invader. Hooray for self restraint...
"Are you done?" He asked finally, dryly when Zim had regained control over himself.
"Yes actually," Zim replied. He put down his spoon.
"Good," Dib returned tersely. He glanced one way, then the next, then leaned in closer to the alien. "Zim," He asked in a voice low enough that only the Irken could hear. "Are you pregnant?"
Zim jerked back away from him, almost as if he had been burned. For a moment he stared at the human wide eyed. Then... "No no!" He said, smiling and waving his hand in the air. "Don't be silly..."
Dib's eyes narrowed. Reaching out across the table he grasped Zim's shirt and yanked the alien closer. "Don't TOY me, Zim," He hissed at the alien once he had gotten his complete undivided attention and he was being stared at out of false human contacts. "Why else would have you gone and 'imprinted' me anyway?" He snorted scornfully. "For fun?"
Zim narrowed his eyes slightly. After a moment he batted the human away again. Dib let him go and fell back into his chair, but he didn't take his eyes off of Zim.
"Tell me Zim," Dib stressed after a moment.
The Irken glanced down at his bowl for a moment, his mouth pressed into an angry frown, then looked back up again. "Zim is NOT pregnant," He said after a moment. "And even if Zim was carrying icky things, the smeets would never work out."
"I'm still trying to figure out how we worked out," Dib replied sharply.
Zim's irritated gaze fell back on the human boy. "Haha, you are very funny!" The Irken replied suddenly. "I told you it was heat. Nothing more." He tossed his nose into the air for a moment, then looked back again and sighed. "It is impossible!" He declared moving his hands about in wide gestures when he saw that Dib was looking at him skeptically, with one eyebrow raised. "Look, you take um..." Zim paused for a moment considering. "A cow and a moose! If they breed, their offspring are infertile, are they not?"
Dib blinked. "I think you mean a horse and a donk--" he began.
"Yes, yes, whatever," Zim cut in. He continued, very much on a roll. "A cow and a moose can not breed without creating such useless creatures, how can one really expect MY superior race, which is VERY different from your-- less superior one, to breed and create anything at all?" He raised both arms up in a gesture of triumph, having reached his conclusion. "You do see my magnificent point do you not?" He shook his fist at Dib.
Dib's eyebrow was still raised in a very unimpressed way. He considered trying to explain to Zim again that such a union between a cow and a moose was impossible, but he knew from years of experience that it was pointless. Arguing that his race was any more or less superior than Zim's was impossible as well. The alien wouldn't listen. He never did. So he just sighed and nodded. "Yes, Zim." He replied, with strained patience.
"Haha! Filthy creature, do not question the INCREDIBLE intelligence of Zim! See? It is impossible for us to have worm-smeets!" Zim nodded eagerly and picked up his spoon again.
Dib was silent for a looooong moment. At the same time his mind was reviewing why, exactly, he had ever been upset about maybe hurting the Irken the other day. In fact he was running though his mind exactly why he hadn't just decided to, hell, hurt him more. Better yet, he should have just kept the brainless idiot on the autopsy table and killed him when he had the chance, namely the moment he got him into his lab. It would have saved him a lot of grief...
After a moment he regained control of his anger enough to muster up a retort. "But not as impossible as you, oh, I don't know... growing something human... in order to have sex with another human..." He pointed out, laying the sarcasm on thickly.
Zim looked up at him, startled, and dropped his spoon with a clatter.
There. That was something. "Well?" Dib pressed.
The alien was beginning to fidget. He twitched, his eyes moving from one side to the next. After a moment he stopped completely, his head bowed towards his lap. For a long moment he sat there, then suddenly looked up at the human. He looked very angry... perhaps the angriest Dib had ever seen him, his eyes blazing, even behind the contacts. "If I AM pregnant," He hissed, stressing the last word like it was a disgusting disease, "You can be rest assured that any abominations from that horrible union will not be brought to life through the body of this Irken elite," He seethed. His looked both very furious and very very serious.
Dib looked at the alien for a moment. He blinked slowly, a bit taken aback. That was about the most clear-headed sensible 'feeling' type thing he had ever heard Zim say. Then he smiled, though it was a rather tight lipped one. He got to his feet, deliberately picking up his tray as he did so. "Good," he replied tersely. With that he turned and walked away.
He had nearly reached the door when he dared to look back again. Zim was exactly where he had left him, hunched angrily over his lunch tray. His head was down, focused on the gloved hands clenched in his lap.
Dib studied him for a long moment, but the Irken didn't move. Finally Dib shrugged and turned away, leaving the cafeteria and the alien behind him.

It took Zim about a minute before he recovered. He sat up, a bit shakily and gripped his spoon again. He would not let that nasty earth creature affect him. No. He was a member of the Irken elite, and he meant every word he said. He would destroy the little parasite-like life forms growing inside him, if not now, then as soon as he possibly could. There was no way such sub-Irken things would ever be allowed to live...
A voice from behind him caught him unaware.
"You had SEX with my brother?" It said. "Now that's disgusting."
Zim whirled about. "Dib sister!" He gasped.
Gaz barely afforded him a glance from her hand-held game deck she was playing on. "But kinda funny in a way." She completed with a smirk and a half shrug. With that she walked away... leaving an alarmed alien staring after her in mild trepidation.
~~~

Dib stayed late after school that day, partly to run around to gather up the schoolwork he had missed in the week or so he had "been sick". He had asked Gaz to get his work for him, but she wasn't the best at following his instructions...
School had been out for nearly and hour when he finally managed to leave the grounds. He walked home with a gloom about him, irritated without really knowing why. He supposed it was just the aftermath of his noon hour confrontation with the Irken.
At least he didn't have to worry about any deformed children, if Zim's word was to be trusted.
The Irken's stupidity bothered him as well, though he had no idea why about that either. "It's not like he's going to all of a sudden change. That's just silly," he reprimanded himself softly.
Even so, his dark mood didn't change any. It was still with him as he approached his house... and noted a pair of sleek black vans parked in front of it.
Huh. Dib stared at the vehicles as he slowly made his way up his walk. That was... odd. He was reaching for the handle of the front door when suddenly it jerked out of his hand. He startled at the sight of his father and two men he didn't know standing just inside the door. The two men were tall and grumpy looking, and were both dressed in identical uniform-like type outfits of an olive green color. His father was in his plain white lab coat. As usual.
"Dad?" Dib asked, blinking up at the professor.
"Oh hello there son!" Professor Membrane leant down and patted him on the head even as he stepped by him and onto the front walk. The two uniformed men followed suite. "Take care of your sister while I'm away all right?" He thrust his hand out, waving backwards at him. "I have very important work to do!"
"Er... okay...?" Dib replied from where he stood in the doorframe. He watched the men as they make their way down the walk then shut the door; then turned and walked into the living room. He half noted Gaz was sitting on the couch with the channel changer in one hand and a can of pop in the other. Again. He went to the window and pulled the curtain back, watching out of it as the two strangers and his dad came to a stop in front of the black vans.
"Who are those men Gaz?" He asked. Suddenly he remembered the night over a week previous when he had been told that he shouldn't be out so late by an unidentifiable person in a truck. For some reason these men reminded Dib of the first man...
He could imagine rather than see Gaz shrug behind him. "I dunno," She said. "Some sort of secret service." He could tell by the tone of her voice that she really didn't care.
Secret service? Dib squinted and peered closer. They had no identifying marks on their clothing, but their outfits reminded him of something. It was then that he caught the glint of silver from around one of the men's neck, just inside the collar. Dib blinked and focused on the other one. He couldn't tell on that one, he was turned away, but the first man's neck glinted again and again as he talked with the other man and his father.
Huh. Necklaces? He caught another glint through the buttons of the man's uniform further down his chest. They were... dog tags? But that would mean... Dib scanned the uniforms again and realized what they reminded him of.
"Gaz," He said suddenly, turning away from the window. "I don't think those men are from any sort of secret service." He turned back again, watching as the men got back in the van, one with his father. "I think they're military!"
Gaz grunted at him in reply.
Dib did care, or at least was a little bit curious. "What on earth could dad be doing for the military?" He asked out loud, partially to himself.
"I don't care!" Gaz shouted at him suddenly. Dib turned back to see that his sister giving him the evil eye. "Can't you see I'm trying to watch TV here?" She growled at him.
Dib turned back and stared for a moment before sighing and rolling his eyes. "All right, fine." He grumbled. He let go of the curtain and stalked out of the room.
He had new and interesting stuff to research anyway...
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*According to dictionary.com, a xenophile is someone who is attracted to that which is foreign, especially to foreign peoples, manners, or cultures.
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