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I can't seem to fix chapter one so I'm sticking it on the end here. Sorry 'bout that. >.>;;

Sorry this took so long. Were you worried? Real life is a shit. I just read over my warnings and realised I wasn’t supposed to get smutty until later. >.>;; oops. Oh well I’m sure no ones complaining. I hope. Also there hasn’t been that much bad language. But there will be this chapter don’t worry! Anyway it was a human error and should hopefully not happen again. Until the next time.

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Chapter Three: Providence

Dib sat on the couch that had been designed for far more than one person flicking through the TV channels without seeing what was on. He was just thinking of going back to bed when there was a knock at the door.

“Who the hell?” Dib questioned the room, turning off the television. The room didn’t know so the boy had to rise and answer the door.

“May I help-” Dib stopped short. “Mr Dwiky?”

Standing on his doorstep looking decidedly nervous was one formally absent Mr Dwiky. He was wearing a short sleeved jacket over a long sleeved shirt that only covered half his stomach. Underneath that was a fishnet shirt that wasn’t much longer. The shirt proudly proclaimed ‘space’ in bold caps. Sinfully low hipsters in black revealed even more of his light caramel stomach and a gold chain belt with planet charms clipped to it hung off his hipbones. The light glinted off a gold locket hanging on a thick chain around the man’s neck. Dib could not keep his eyes from sweeping over the toned expanse of the shorter man or his tongue from swiping lips that were not dry.

Dwiky gave the teen a more obvious once over but his had a more ‘long-lost-uncle-who-hasn’t-seen-you-in-years’ air. Dib was wearing his doctored smilie shirt -once he had grown out of the smilie shirt he had worn since the beginning of grade skool he had found himself unable to part with it and had cut the smilie out and sewn it, badly, onto a larger shirt- over a long black and white stripe sleeved shirt and both under his favourite short sleeved trench coat. His legs where clad in a pair of black canvas three quarters with many pointless buckles and chains on them, a pair of black and white stripe stockings and a pair of knee high gladiator style boots. He fingered his bondage collar with one pleather gloved hand and was glad for his spur of the moment finery. Dwiky looked practically edible.

“Wow Dib! You look.” Dwiky looked him over yet again. “Amazing! How’ve you been?”

“Miserable and alone on this empty headed planet, fighting an alien scourge hell bent on destroying all life on Earth. And you?” Dib answered in a mockingly conversational tone.

Dwiky had the shame to look away. “Yeah Dib, about that.” Dwiky pulled something out from behind his back, like a bouquet nervously handed to a girl on a first date. It was Dib’s video camera. “I’m sorry it was really insensitive and well just plain cruel. I don’t expect you to forgive me-”

“Good!” Dib yelled snatching the camera from the other’s hand and slamming the door in his face. Pressing back against the door Dib could almost hear the man’s shock. He crushed the camera to his chest and willed Dwiky to leave. Finally he heard the sound of the man leaving.

His heart pounding Dib marvelled at the almost providential coincidence of this meeting after he had been thinking of the man so much. Almost as though his thoughts had called Dwiky back.

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Dwiky sat at his breakfast nook in a disguise house similar to Zim’s except, you know, good. His friends Spoopty and Mooshii had been heading back home for the three year long holiday of Plukieshimas before they realised that they where flying past Dwiky’s home planet. So that the two Plukieshins wouldn’t miss out on the family event Dwiky had taken the subsidiary ship and landed on his own setting up home in an abandoned lot.

The ‘house’ wasn’t really home yet. He had yet to input any nonessential data so the bare staples where the only things present. Except for the breakfast nook. When Dwik was young and so was his mother they had lived with her parents. The kitchen had been warm and cosy, smelling of good food constantly. His grandmother, who essentially raised him, had been a large woman who enfolded him in her big soft embrace smelling just as good as her kitchen, murmuring soft comforts to him. All his life he had watched her bustling about the kitchen from their breakfast nook. There was nowhere he felt safer. It was always the place he ended up when he had to think.

Right now he was thinking of a certain soon to be legal adult. Dwiky smiled as he thought of Dib’s gold amber eyes flashing behind his glasses. What was going on in that pretty head of his? There had been something behind the shock before the hurt and anger. A flash of lust? The smile took a rueful slant. That was more than likely than not Dwiky projecting his own sudden feelings on the boy.

“But he’s grown into such a handsome man.” he murmured to himself. When he headed up to the door he expected to see an older Dib. Of course he did. Time stood still for no man. But what he had been greeted with was a tall, volatile, amazingly gorgeous man. Dwiky smirked, he had always been drawn to taller men.

All designs to slowly step back into Dib’s life as the father figure he so obviously lacked where thrown unceremoniously out the window, plans on wooing the boy already half formed before they hit the figurative sidewalk below. But first Dwiky had to see if the boy was interested, at least in men if not in him. It would appear that investigation was in order.

“Computer, place a monitor on Dib Membrane’s home and let me know if he leaves.” Dwiky commanded.

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“Dwiky! That bastard! How dare he be here? How dare he come back!” Dib ranted as he paced up and down the upstairs hallway, the only place long enough for him to let out his frustration on the carpet instead of the man he was mad at, random strangers or innocent park squirrels. “That arsehole! After all this time! That fucking wanker! Christ I should have punched him in the teeth! I still should! That bastard.” All the while his feet took him faster and faster until he was almost running.

With a huge growl of frustration Dib realised that pacing wasn’t going to help him let out this pent up anger. Only stopping to swap his glasses for contacts Dib swept from the house in a swirl of coat into the darkening evening slamming the door and leaving the house as empty as it felt.

It was a long walk but Dib couldn’t be sure if he could get on a bus without decking someone. But when he finally reached downtown a lot of the initial violent anger had worn off leaving him in a less harmful to others state. He turned down a side alley. After a short walk in near total darkness he was thrown into a neon coloured dream. A sleazy, dirty, smutty, obscene dream of either a crack or sex addict. Clubs of many descriptions, several of them unfavourable, were gathered here, along with the unsavoury nightlife that was inevitably drawn like moths to a porch light. Dib headed straight to one of the less seedy looking clubs with a long line of young men at its door.

“Hey Dib! Didn’t think you’d ever come round here.” a huge bouncer with carrot red hair cried cheerily at Dib as he skipped the line ignoring the protests called to him.

Dib smiled at the man who, while shorter than him could easily snap his spine like a twig. “Hey Keef. I thought I’d finally check out this new club you keep ranting about.” he told his former classmate. “Gonna let me cut?”

“Sure am buddy.” Keef grinned and some of Dib’s anger was appeased in seeing the youthful innocence was still within the other man. Keef shook his head when he saw Dib reaching for his wallet. “I know how old you are.” he said with a conspiratorial wink. “Go on in. Welcome to Error.”

Dib grinned and headed into the club. There was a coat check at the door but he wanted to keep his, past experiences had him expecting to be thrown out unexpectedly or even sneaking out the back way. He didn’t get on with idiots very well. And he was an angry drunk. But before he could get far he was called back.

“Condition of entry love you have to wear at least one of these.” the girl behind the counter told him in a Canadian accent. She held up several glow stick bracelets of different colours.

“Why?” he asked peering at the bands presented to him.

“The colour represents what you’re willing to do.” the girl explained. Seeing Dib’s confused look she reached under the desk and brought up a small sheet of paper. Handing it to Dib she said, “It’s the latest fad around the clubs. Neon Rainbow started it but caught on fast. Pick the colours relevant to you.”

(list available at the bottom) Dib looked down the list. Some of the things listed made him blush lightly but in the end he found only one was really relevant. “Blue.” he told the girl who raised an eyebrow at him. Dib tossed his head proudly, he wasn’t ashamed.

“Not many guys here would admit to being a virgin.” she told him fastening the blue bracelet around his wrist.

Dib looked past her to the containers that held the different coloured bands. Certain ones were more empty than others. “By the looks of it not many guys here would be virgins.” he smirked in reply to the girls laugh.

“Oh take these as well.” She handed Dib a dozen inactivated bands. The colouring on the link that formed them into bracelets indicated they were purple. “You get one from every guy who kisses you. You can get more at the bar.”

Dib was about to argue he was here to dance not pick up then shut he mouth. With a shrug that said he didn’t care either way he slipped the bands into his coat pocket. He headed down a jointed staircase with a turn that obstructed the club from view upon entry.

The bass thrummed through the walls and floor constricting Dib’s breathing and speeding his heart. The writhing of bodies, the sensuous movements. Sex masked as dancing. Dib inhaled the musky odour of sweat, smoke, alcohol and underneath it all the saccharine scent of sex. It was like coming home. The new flashes of glowing colour added amusement and wonder to the already heady strobe lighting of the club.

Dib threw himself onto the dance floor with practiced ease, moving with and within the tide of the crowd. He almost laughed at the amazing number of purple bracelets he saw. It seemed with this added motivation the entire club was determined to steal as many kisses as possible. He danced with one boy, so small he barely came up to Dib’s chest who had run out of room on his arms and was hanging the bracelets anywhere he could.

“I’m trying to make a record.” the boy had told him then given Dib a saucy smile. “Wanna help out?”

“You can have mine if you want. I don’t need them.” he said. The boy had replied that was not the point and pulled Dib into a corner.

“I’ll earn them off you though.” he had whispered into his ear.

So Dib had been relieved of his twelve purple bracelets and released as the boy went off in search of more. Pink was a colour that appeared a lot, as was yellow. Often in combination. Everyone seemed to have indigo. There was very few white. There were more blacks than Dib expected but then at the same time there where far less. Orange and red were worn in combination suggesting some people merely wanted more bracelets. Greens were also very common.

Blue was so rare he only saw one other person wearing it. And he was taking it off coming out of a deep conveniently shadowed alcove looking very dishevelled with the arm of a man wearing pink, yellow, red and black bands around his shoulders. Dib had laughed out loud. At least the guy was honest. He looked to be around the same age as Dib.

Dib was dancing when a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. They were adorned with every single band but for the blue and purple. Even white, which surprised Dib and set him on edge. He was here to dance. His partner felt him stiffen. “Hey don’t worry cutie. I just wanna dance.” he whispered hotly in Dib’s ear.

Dib slowly loosened up and danced with the man. They synchronised perfectly, anticipating the others moves before they made them and countering. All the time they danced however Dib never got a good look at the guys face. He did see what he was wearing. A tiny shirt that didn’t even cover all his pectorals, it must have stopped just before his nipples, that was skin tight with a low ‘v’ neck the word ‘tease’ emblazoned on it boldly in red fading through orange to yellow. Underneath was a red gauze shirt with three-quater sleeves. A pair of tiny pinstripe hotpants that showed off a pair of amazingly high thigh boots with flames on them. He noticed one had a long thin pouch on one side with what looked like a riding crop tucked into it.

His partner noticed where he was looking and Dib was able to see an evil grin spread over the others’ lips before he was spun around pressed back to chest with him again. Something tickled under his chin. It was the whip. The leather was feathered at the end, otherwise it was an ordinary riding crop. The man behind him stroked it under his chin. The black band flashed in the dimness of the club and Dib felt a strange scared arousal building in him. “Ride ‘em hard and put ‘em away wet.” was breathed huskily into Dib’s ear. A tongue flicked out and slithered around the soft shell. “Don’t you agree.”

Dib answered by laughing and dancing faster. He wondered if this man was one of the many other’s who had approached him about the blue band which glowed on his wrist. They offered to upgrade him to one of the many other bracelets. Dib had laughed and pointed out pink wasn’t his colour then dance away. He couldn’t dance away from this one however as he had him pressed hard against his wider body. Before Dib began contemplating escape the green band on his partner’s wrist caught his attention.

Dib was half way to being hard already and the thought of the symbolism behind the band of green was enough to have him throwing all standards and hopes for his first sexual encounters to the wind. Leaning back his head he caught two fingers through the green bracelet and husked into his dance companion’s ear, “This is pretty. How can I get one?” His tone indicated he knew perfectly well, as should his partner.

He could almost hear the grin, and he could certainly hear the lust, in the other man’s voice. “You have to earn it darling. Would you like to give it a try?”

“I’m not sure I would know how.” Dib pouted prettily. The others’ laughter vibrated his chest sending thrills up Dib’s back.

“I can teach you.” he whispered grabbing Dib’s crotch and pressing him back pushing his arse into his own groin. Dib was so unprepared he cried out. Luckily the music was so loud he could have screamed and no one would hear. The man groaned, an almost pained sound.

Grabbing his wrist Dib pulled him to one of the ‘private’ alcoves designed for such pursuits. He deliberately picked one near to the restrooms which had a relatively strong light above the door so people could find it in the darkness. He laughed turning as he pulled his dance partner into the light then stopped dead.

“Dwiky!” he cried out and stopped dead. Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder pushing him into the alcove.

The ragged curtain fell across the opening cutting off all but a few shafts of the light. They fell strategically so that if two lovers faced each other while doing . . whatever they could see each others’ eyes. There was another well placed shaft around waist hight. But Dib wasn’t in the mood to wonder over such club managerial ploys and he quickly slapped the image of being able to watch Dwiky while he did . . whatever around his waist area.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he demanded, stepping back unknowingly into a shaft of light. His gold ember eyes glittered with anger and the remaining fog of lust.

“I’m just here to dance.” Dwiky shrugged somehow making such a mundane gesture seem graceful. “You’re the one who propositioned me.” he reminded the boy with a wicked grin.

Dib blushed hard. “How come you’re taller than me?” he questioned to draw attention away from his all too obvious discomfort. Dwiky smiled and gestured to his feet. Dib looked down and saw the massive heel and platforms that added to the older man’s hight. “Holy crap! How tall are they?”

“About six inches.” Dwiky laughed at Dib amazed face. “They still only make me about an inch taller than you.”

“Yeah well. Membrane men are tall.” Saying this made him think of his mother, smiling and laughing, ruffling his hair saying that he was shooting up like a bean stalk.

“You’re going to be so tall Dib.” she used to say. “Just like your father.”

Dwiky either didn’t notice Dib’s lapse in conversation or chose to ignore it. “Did you look at the disk?” he asked the memory bound boy.

“Huh? What disk?” Dib asked shaking his head. “Clearing the cobwebs” his mother would have said.

“The disk in the camera. I made a documentary for you.” Dwiky told the boy this seemed to compound reality back into Dib’s thoughts and the anger came searing back.

“Like I’d want to watch anything by you jackass.” he hissed not letting the hurt look on Dwiky’s face lessen his anger. Dwiky had hurt him much worse. “Stupid bastard we almost had him and you went off into space. I’ve been fighting him for ten years because of you!”

“Oh come on Dib you could catch him without me. You’d done just fine before I came along.” Dwiky admonished and Dib was reminded eerily of his fantasy earlier that day in the shower.

“I might have if I hadn’t spent the next five years after you left pining after you, wishing you’d come back and rescue me, take me away from this hell. But no. You stayed away. You stayed away so long I finally forgot you.” Dib growled and pressed up to Dwiky shoving his face into the older man’s. “You were long gone and forgotten. Why did you come back? Why did you come back and hurt me all over again.”

Dwiky cast his eyes downward. “It got too hard.” he said softy to the floor.

“What? Seeing the amazing wonder of space around you? Exploring fascinating new worlds? Freedom?”

“Missing you.” The sincere honesty in Dwiky’s fathomless blue eyes as they turned up to Dib’s was staggering. Dib actually took a step back.

Gathering himself Dib set a scornful look on his face making a disbelieving sound. “That wasn’t planed at all was it Dwik? No just stop.” The boy interrupted Dwiky’s interruption. “I don’t want to hear you stupid apologises and I sure as hell don’t want to hear your lies. Go to hell, Dwiky.”

With that Dib pushed past the older man who nearly lost his balance in his oversized shoes. As it was Dib was already up the stairs and headed out of the club before he had regained it again. “See ya Keef.” Dib shot out and Keef obliviously called a cheery farewell.

Back in the club Dwiky leant against the wall of the alcove and wondered how he could win Dib’s heart. “This will be more difficult than I anticipated.” he murmured to himself before heading out of the club and home.

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Glow Bracelet List

Black- Kinky

Blue- Virgin

Pink- Slut

Yellow- Hard and Fast

Green- Oral

Purple- Kiss gift

White- Looking for Love (Relationship)

Orange- Bottom

Red- Top

Indigo- Buy Me A Drink

There’s the list. I know a lot didn’t happen in this one but yeah . . . you get that. I was going to have what was on the disk this chapter but it was getting pretty long so next chapter instead. Oh and sorry about all the lengthy clothing descriptions but costume design is my vice. Bare with it and imagine the cool clothes. I’ll try drawing each outfit but no promises there.

R&R it makes life worth living.

Marionette @-;--

><** Imagine how shit off I was when I realised that chapter one didn’t load the first time!! *kills self in frustration* Never mind, here it is now along with chapter two! Consider it an apology chapter . . . actually don’t. Then I’d have to write chapter three faster.

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Chapter One: Lonely Vigil

Somewhere Around Neptune

“Hey Dwik, we’re getting close to your old planet.”

A smile settled over handsome features. “I’d best go apologise.” a light voice as handsome as it’s owner said amiably. “Set course for Earth.”

“Geeze man. You could at least say please.”

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Somewhere In The American School System

“Dib! Stand and answer the question.” Mz Twisted barked at a student staring out the window at the back of the class.

Dib rolled his gold amber eyes behind his oval glasses and slowly rose to his full six feet three inches. The pryvat skool uniform he wore was immaculate, a fact that provoked the few classmates still brave or stupid enough to tease such a large teen to comment unfavourably. The only non-regulation attire the boy wore were nine silver loops, three in each ear lobe, one high on the left ear, two through his right eyebrow and a silver stud on the inner cartilage of the right ear. Even the small tattoo of a hooded figure with outstretched arms shaped similarly to an ankh on his left wrist was covered by a skool issued watch.

“Hell. The answer is hell.” Dib stated levelly even as the class erupted into excitable whispers.

“The answer to the question: ‘Where is the future of this country and it system of government headed?’ is hell?” Mz Twisted demanded scowling at Dib.

The boy didn’t even flinch. “Yes.”

The scowl deepened momentarily then cleared. “Very good Dib. You may leave early.” the teacher said pointing to the door, the pointer in her hand making a dangerous sound as it cut through the air.

Dib nodded, simply dumping his stuff into his backpack and making a beeline to the door. Once in the hall, the door shut firmly behind him Dib stopped and breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of chalk, decaying text books and unwashed student body. He let the breath out in a long pained sigh, running a hand through his raven hair. The scythe that stood free from the rest of his locks was developing the kink that was as common in Membrane men as pattern balding and seemed to be growing longer no matter how often Dib got it cut.

Looking around the hallway Dib fancied he could almost feel the spirit and life slowly being crushed from the few, the very few, talented unique students that attended Pryvat Hi. He could almost hear the sobs of the socially unacceptable’s hearts, the cracking as they broke and bled the will to live away. Gazing down the hall at the uniform lockers Dib felt his own will to live bleed away, as it did far too often theses days and wondered why he didn’t simply lay down on the floor and die.

Shaking his now ordinarily sized head to clear it of such pointless melancholy Dib walked out of the skool into the overcast sunlight of the day outside. Pausing to stare up and wonder if it would rain and ruin his plans to stargaze, a name he hadn’t thought of for many, many years suddenly leapt at his mind’s eye. Dwik Dwiky.

“Now there’s something long gone.” Dib muttered in his recently acquired baritone. Setting off down the steps Dib cast his mind back almost ten years.

Zim had first arrived to Earth and Dib had been full of zealous optimism, a much better thing to be full of than the tired duty he felt now even if it had made him a tad eccentric. After a particularly pointless Phys Ed lesson Dib had been sent to the councillor’s office, something that had been growing increasingly frequent since Zim arrived. But instead of the tired old man who had worked in the skool system far to long to retain human emotion let alone asses it Dib had found himself before a very young enthusiastic man named Dwiky.

Looking back now Dib could appreciate the man’s beauty. Short trendy hair the same raven colour as Dib’s, emotive blue eyes that seemed to scream care and kindness, a cute little goatee, a golden stud glinting in one ear, the toned body of someone who exercised but didn’t work out. Dib suspected the man had played sport on weekends. Basketball or maybe soccer. But at the time Dib, only eight years old and as hormonally active as a tree stump, had merely seen yet another authority figure to dismiss him as an attention seeker or simply crazy. To his surprise Dwiky had said he believed Dib, had offered to help. To Dib it was like Deux Ex Machina, an angel sent to save him from his lonely vigil.

He had invited Dwiky to a hunt and the two had laid a trap for Zim. While waiting however Dwiky had told Dib that he hadn’t really believed him, he had said so to get Dib to trust him and tell him what the real problem was. That had hurt Dib more than the good councillor could have ever realised.

Dib had grown accustomed to having no one believe him about Zim, about any of his findings. He had even come to accept it, though it hadn’t stopped him from trying to make them see the truth. But what Dwiky had done was given him hope. Hope that everyone wasn’t as stupid as they seemed. Hope that maybe if he could convince one person he could convince another and another until everyone could see what was right in front of them hidden behind a smokescreen of disbelief. Hope that maybe it wasn’t a hopeless cause. A pointless crusade.

But even more than that he had given Dib a companion. Someone Dib could talk to and know he was heard not merely tolerated. A partner to share the burden with, to help and be helped by. And maybe, one day a friend. A real true friend. Then he had taken back those sacred words more important to Dib than ‘I love you’. He had slapped Dib with cruel ignorance then cut him with false understanding. He had killed a large part of the boy and bruised what remained.

“’I believe you.’” Dib muttered to himself ten years later when the pain of that day was distant but biting, like a deep scar throbbing below his chest. The teen snorted his lip curling in a sneer. “Yeah right.”

Then to add insult to injury the stupid man had taken Dib’s video camera on a jaunt through outer space leaving Dib behind to bleed.

Dib walked into the empty silence that permanently shrouded the Membrane house ever since it’s oldest occupant’s death. One of the explosions had finally got the old Professor. Soon afterwards Gaz had moved in with her girlfriend leaving Dib alone. The royalties that still poured in along with the riches the Professor had saved more than covered anything the Membrane children needed rendering any jobs they might get completely pointless.

Trotting up the stairs Dib headed straight for his room, the same one he’d been in since his birth. He seemed unable to bring himself to move into the master bedroom even if he thought about it. Loosening his tie and dropping it on the floor next to his already discarded jacket he toed off his shoes and collapsed onto his bed. Dib always seemed tired these days. It was a sign of depression but he conveniently ignored that fact. Curling into a lose ball on his side the teen closed his eyes and instantly fell asleep.

Hours later, after the sun had set, Dib was startled awake by the sound of the kitchen door slamming. Only one person he knew entered the house at all, let alone through the kitchen. Quickly changing into a tee shirt and jeans Dib trotted down the stairs to meet his sister.

“Hey Gaz, what are you doing here?” Dib asked still tugging on his shirt, the grey one with Einstein sticking his tongue out on the front that he normally slept in.

Gaz slammed the refrigerator door shut popping the top on the soda she had retrieved from it. “What do you care?” she demanded slurping her drink loudly.

“I should be asking you that.” dib rebutted still standing in the doorway. “Since when do you come to see me? Or are you just checking to make sure my body isn’t stinking up the house?”

Gaz snorted and looked away. Silence stretched between them until the girl spoke softly. “I promised dad I’d check up on you.” Pain flashed through her normally emotionless eyes.

“Oh.” Dib didn’t feel as badly about their father’s death as his sister and had gotten over it years ago. But then he had not been as close to the man as Gaz. It was hard to be close to someone who thought you were crazy. “You took your time.”

“I’ve been busy, okay?” Gaz snapped back. “Sit down. I’ll cook something.” Through the years of loving neglect Gaz had learned how to cook rather well. It was a skill Dib greatly lacked and he was grateful to eat something that had not been nuked in the microwave.

“So how’s Mandy?” Dib asked carefully unsure if this was acceptable conversation or not.

“Fine.” Gaz replied looking scarily ridiculous in a pink frilly apron. “Billy’s been giving her hell as usual and Grim’s being a whiner but other than that she’s fine.” The girl cracked eggs one handed into a frying pan. “We’re thinking of starting a band with this girl who’s moved into our building with her two sisters. They’re triplets or something. Her name’s Butternut or Buttercup, I don’t know. She’s pretty cool though.”

Silence descended again as Gaz cooked. A few minutes later chicken omelettes, pasta and shoe string potatoes as a side was served. “So what about you? Still trying to expose Zim?” Gaz asked as she sat down to eat.

“I’ve resigned myself to simply foiling his plans.” Dib replied lifelessly on a topic that use to set his blood on fire. “Even if I did expose him no one would believe me on principal.”

Gaz made an agreeing noise and kept eating. Dib’s earlier thoughts of a certain councillor resurfaced. “Do you remember Mr Dwiky? The councillor at elementary skool?” he asked his sister on a whim.

Gaz nodded swallowing her mouthful she said. “Yeah, I was sent to him a couple of times for being ’antisocial’.”

“And for attacking other students with the contents of your pencil case.” Dib added smiling with brotherly affection.

Another agreeing sound. “Why are you asking anyway? Has he died?” the girl asked her voice reflecting just how much she cared.

Dib shook his head. “I just thought of him suddenly.” This felt strange to end on so he added, “He’s got my video camera.”

“Lets hope he’s a better cameraman than you.” Gaz commented spearing a piece of chicken with her fork. The rest of the meal was passed in the familiar, if not comfortable silence of their youth.

Gaz left shortly after dinner leaving Dib alone again. The house felt larger after her visit, more empty in her absence and Dib found himself wandering around like he was lost for along time after his sister had gone. Finally he shuffled back into his room and crawled under his bed covers. The happy thought it was Friday came back to him as he fell asleep.

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Back In Space

“How far are we?” the handsome voice asked.

“About twelve hours.”

“Excellent.” An old video camera was turned in long hands. “I’ve something to return.”

“And an apology to give?”

“Yes. An apology too.” Emotive blue eyes turned to look out at the stars they flew past and the growing dot that was Earth.

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Sorry about the whole melodramatic Dib thing but it is in the warnings. I didn’t put character death in the warnings because I didn’t think it really called for one.

Be sure to check out my drawings of Dib. Pencil only sorry, unless I find someone else willing to colour them that’s how they’ll stay. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41698191/ http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41698379/

R&R people it’s the only thing stopping me from killing myself.

Marionette @-;--
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