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I just spent a half hour writing review replies and apparently forgot to put the chapter name in. So when I hit "add chapter" AFF was like, "you didn't provide a chapter name so it didn't post hehe" AND I LOST THEM ALL. I am so pissed.

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Supply requisition shouldn't be taking so long. Dib rose, checking on Meg one last time before he stepped out, closing the door of the ship soundly behind him and locking it. He wasn't sure what exactly he thought was going on, but whatever it was, he wanted it to be over so he could get home once and for all.

As he walked out in the open towards the station, he felt some eyes on him... However, nobody hassled him. He stepped into the old shack and looked around... It was fairly small, and he figured a glowing alien would be easy to pick out. Little critters meandered about, looking at the wares displayed on the walls and haggling with red-coated staff. No sign of his guide... Finally, he approached an alien behind the main counter, speaking English and hoping he could understand.

“My, uh, ship needs supplies. I was wondering if my companion came to get them?”

The clerk had probably been eyeing him since he stepped out of the ship, because he pointed to it through the front door and said, “Yesh. Argolin 245? Already fueled up. You not notice? 1800 creds now. Thought you were gonna pick up summores.”

Very tall and very thick, the clerk did not appear to be one you messed with. Where was the Meekrob? Did he not have the dough and deserted Dib in the middle of nowhere? Searching his pockets, he found a cred card that Ninnehla had given him in emergency. It had about 3000 credits on it... Hopefully that'd be enough to get him home if he had to go it alone.

“Here you go,” Dib said nervously, handing the clerk his card.

A small beep resounded from the computer and he handed it back. “Pleasure doing business.” Dib turned to leave and the clerk called, “Hey. Where you be from? Ain't nothing like you I ever seen.”

Smiling, Dib answered, “I'm human. From Ear---Er, Nirvana.”

“Ooooooh, I heard o' thems.” He nodded and returned to his work.

Obviously Dib wasn't THAT incredibly famous throughout the universe. He chuckled to himself for a moment before he recalled his guide was still missing. After a moment of looking around, he thought to try and feel out the Meekrob energy. Before long he had a hit. Around the back of a building, near a large, roundish ship that was... fuschia in color...

It was an Irken ship. Had to be. Cursing, Dib walked the perimeter and tried to see if he could feel out the situation... As he rounded the back he saw a group of four Irkens, three males and a female, gathered around something.

Had to be the Meekrob. He felt a flux in energy every time one of the Irkens moved; they had their backs to him so it was unclear what exactly they were doing, but Dib figured it was something unsavory. What could he do? Himself against four of them... He hadn't been in a real skirmish for a long time, and he didn't feel comfortable attempting anything.

The female cackled as a male reached down and, with a sickening ripping, crackling sound, pulled something free from the center of their group. He held it up and they all laughed. It was then that Dib realized it was the Meekrob's arm. As it was merely a physical manifestation of energy, it fizzled into nothingness before their eyes.

“I've owed this to you egotistical fuckers for a few years now,” the female screeched, kicking at the Meekrob. “It's only a matter of time before I have you all under my heels again.” She pointed in command and another limb was torn free.

Dib had seen enough. “Stop!” he yelled, stepping out into the open.

They all turned toward him, their faces a mixture of anger and confusion for a moment. The guide was lying on the ground, his glow fading fast. The female smiled wickedly. “Well well well. If it isn't Zim's lover! I'd recognize you anywhere...”

“Run! Get out of here! Save yourself!” the Meekrob screamed in Dib's mind.

Shaking his head, Dib yelled aloud, “No! I can't abandon you!”

Realizing that the guide had been communicating telepathically, the female turned to him and hissed, holding out her hand to the male that had been removing limbs. He passed her a small yellow rock and she began to hit the boy in the chest with it. More horrible cracking noises as he continued to fade, jerking in agony with every blow. A gasp of pain escaped Dib's lips as he watched impotently, unable to figure a way to save him without becoming cannon fodder himself. “You all will learn to RESPECT us in time--!” she hissed.

The door to their ship opened and a little Irken stuck his head out. He was very thin and only about hip-high, but for as small as he was he looked more distinguished than the others. His Pak was large and elaborate, and he wore fine, thick materials as opposed to the plain clothes of the others. The thing looked quite frightened.

“Vermeil, sweetheart... Be a good smeet and go back into the ship.” The female's demeanor had changed instantly as she turned, blocking the dying Meekrob somewhat with her legs. “Go back into the ship and wait in your room as I asked you to.”

“I'm bored. And you've been gone for a long time,” the boy said a little timidly, cuddling up against the doorjamb. “I thought the bad men got you.”

Smiling warmly, the female said, “I'll come inside and keep you company, dearest Vermeil.” She handed the rock back to the other Irken and said “Deal with,” very quietly. Then, she disappeared into the ship, dragging the boy reluctantly behind her.

Dib had been using this distraction as an opportunity to slowly back away from the scene, though it was obvious the other Irkens were watching him closely. As the Meekrob gave a final gurgle and sparked out of existence, they all grinned at him.

“Now or never--” Dib spat as he turned on his heel and ran full tilt back to his own ship. They pursued, but his power kept him a steady stride ahead even when they engaged their Pak legs. Laser fire hit and fizzled uselessly against Dib's Meekrob-soaked body. The male in charge bellowed and chucked the rock at him, but he was able to knock it away with his prosthetic just by pure luck... It hit the side of a parked ship and shattered.

The two others slid to a stop, looking at it in horror.

“Tenn will be furious--” one of them cried.

Dib just kept running, but the alpha male continued after him. Just ten feet from Dib's ship, he caught up and they fought. The Irken stabbed with his Paklegs but Dib grabbed them in midair, ripping two from the Irken's body and throwing them to the side. Howling in pain, he tried to attack with his fists but Dib managed to deliver a charged kick to his chest, sending him sailing backward. Taking his chance and diving into the ship, he quickly slammed the door shut and fell against the wall. Sounds of laser fire and Irken fists echoed as they hit the hull, thankfully doing little to no damage. Survival instinct told him to run to the control room, take off immediately... But his eyes flicked toward his quarters, where Megami was...

A small figure darted past him and he reached out, grabbing it by the back of its jacket. It was the Irken boy, and he had little Megami, blanket and all, bundled into his arms.

“How did you get in here?!” he barked, shaking the little guy somewhat. He should have demanded his daughter back, or something similar, but he was incredulous that he not only had this kid in his ship, but said kid had somehow sneaked past him. Must've been during the fight...

Sticking his tongue out at Dib, he cried, “I hacked your dumb lock.” Then he slid right out of his jacket, running for the door with amazing speed. Through it. Screaming in rage, Dib pursued. The other Irkens weren't expecting the boy to emerge as he did, and were forced to hold their laser fire.

The boy streaked past them, holding onto Megami for dear life as Dib threw the jacket in the leader's face with surprising force, leaving him to flail in confusion. One of the Irkens tried to tackle him but he turned, fury ignited, bringing a charged elbow down on the back of his neck with a loud snap. The Irken fell to his face, dead, and the other two hung back with cries of anguish.

The boy, unaware of the chaos behind him, made to run into the building, but the female intercepted him.

“There you are, Vermeil! I was so worried! Come back to the ship with me.”

Snuggling Megami to himself, he gave her an obstinate look. “No. I wanna play with my Nymph for awhile. I'm so sick of sitting on the dumb ship all day.” The baby was beginning to wake, rubbing her eyes in annoyance and trying to take in her surroundings. Dib slid to a stop a few feet away, eyeing both the boy and his caretaker warily.

“Your Nymph? You're just a nymph yourself, silly.” She held out her hand, smiling wide, though her expression was raw and short of patience. “You can bring her with you. Let's go back, Vermeil.”

Shaking his head, Vermeil cried, “NO. You'll take her away like you did my other toys.”

“I explained why I did that, sweetie.” She flicked her fingers at him in urgency. “You can keep your Nymph, I promise. Come with me, now...”

The other Irkens had caught up by this time, standing at Dib's periphery and snarling. He gambled with the knowledge that they were, for some reason, trying to spare the boy the sight of them killing. Taking a step, he tried to get his baby's attention.

Dangling in the little boy's arms was already irritating her. She fussed, kicking her little feet and pulling at his clothing. He looked down, confused at her attitude. “Don't you want to come play with me?” he asked innocently, hiking her up a bit as she tried to slide from his grip.

“Megami~” Dib called, waving a hand at her. “Megami. Daddy's here. Megami.”

She finally noticed him, looking up and reaching out her arms, crying out loudly. The boy followed her gaze, looking up at Dib.

He held out his hand. “I'm her daddy. She wants her daddy. May I please have her back?”

“He's not her daddy, Vermeil. Look at them, they're completely different.” She took a step herself. “You found your Nymph fair and square. You should take her. Come on, now...”

Dib's eyes flicked in her direction, and a cruel smile played across her lips. Just then, it occurred to him that he shouldn't have informed them of what Megami was... Now she just wanted the baby as a hostage.

Megami began to cry in earnest, reaching for Dib and kicking at the boy. Pouting, he said, “...I miss my daddy. She misses her daddy too...” He finally approached Dib, placing Megami in his arms. “...I don't want her to be sad.” At this development the female sighed in exasperation, slumping.

Ready to cry from relief, Dib reached down and rubbed the boy on the head, flicking his fingers affectionately over his antennae in a maneuver he remembered using on Zim. “...Vermeil, that was your name? Vermeil, you're a very good boy. If I were your daddy, I would be very proud of you.”

Vermeil smiled giddily, the praise and antenna-rub improving his stubborn mood. Grinning down at him, Dib took one step back.... Two... Then turned and ran from them all again. This time they did not pursue... He took a final look back when he reached the door of the ship and saw that the alpha male was trying to attack the boy while the female held him back.

“You're a disappointment! Look what you did! Spoiled fucking brat!”

The boy glared back at him, seemingly unaffected by his tirade as the female screamed, “Don't you dare speak to Vermeil like that! If Karis were here--”

“--but he's not, you dumb bitch! Don't you get it?! The old days are over.”

“Stop yelling at Tenn!” Vermeil bellowed, shaking his tiny fists.

“...poor kid,” Dib whispered as he shut the door behind him, running to the control room and putting his ship in gear as quickly as he could. He stood anxiously before the viewscreen, holding his fussy baby close as they took off. When stars finally filled his view, he fell back against the captain's chair and stared... Stared for what seemed like hours. Finally, he buried his head in Megami's hair and began to sob.

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Megami looked incredulously at Vermeil. “You've known me for a long time, haven't you?”

Sheepishly, Vermeil nodded. He looked away.

“And you've always called me 'Nymph.'” She smiled sweetly, sitting the tablet down.

Nodding, Vermeil finally looked at her. “I was always the youngest, so I wanted to have someone younger than me that I could order around...”

Leaning back against the couch, Megami stretched her arms. “...Ironic that I would finally get to learn more about you from my own father's autobiography.” She pulled her legs up before her, facing him. “So the woman, Tenn? She was your mother?”

“In a sense,” Vermeil answered hesitantly. He wasn't terribly eager to talk about himself, but... It's what Megami wanted... “She birthed me. However, I was not to call her my mother. My parents were the Tallests.”

Perking her antennae, Megami said, “...but she obviously loved you like a mother.”

He lowered his head. “Yes. And I loved her as if she were my mother.”

The unspoken phrase, “...and Dib killed her,” hung between them.

“...but she... hid things from you.”

Vermeil's eyes flashed a little, knowing that she was trying to justify what her father did. “Maybe there was a ruthless aspect to her she never let me see. She was an Invader, after all. Your father is no innocent himself.”

Eyes shining, Megami answered, “I know.”

They both looked at one another for a long while. Vermeil's face was placid, but Megami knew there was turmoil boiling inside him. Sighing deeply, she whispered, “...Is this how it's always going to be?”

Seemingly broken from a revelry, Vermeil replied, “Hmm?”

“You and I. Fighting over things our parents did. Things that don't even have much to do with us.”

“We really can't avoid it, can we? They made us who we are. They are US.” He propped his arms on his legs, looking down at the floor.

Megami scooted closer to him, reaching out to touch him but stopping short. “...but you don't want it to be that way. I can see that. I don't want it to be that way either. So why can't we work around it somehow? We can start over... You can forget about all this killing, I can forget about my prejudices towards the Irkens...”

“I owe my people more than that.”

“What do you owe them? Revenge? What good is that going to do?”

Looking at her through the side of his eyes, he murmured, “...it shuts them up.” After a moment, he grinned, almost crazily. “What do you know, Megami? You only know what you're told... You don't have to lead. You just have to follow. You don't understand the responsibilities placed on my shoulders.”

Glaring a little, Megami spat back, “You're just a follower too. If you let some stupid, vindictive ideals force you into doing things you don't really want to do.”

“I want to do it.” Vermeil sat up straight, looking down on her with a firey gaze. “I want to kill them. I dream of killing them. How does that make you feel, Megami?”

“Sad,” she said, looking away.

Falling back into the couch, he hissed, “...which is why I don't do it.”

“Shall I thank you?” she replied, her lip curling a bit.

Vermeil laughed at the first display of pure, maliceful sarcasm he'd seen from her. “...you're starting to sound like me, Nymph.”

“Sure. Laugh. Laugh about it, Vermeil.” She stood, turning away from him. “I'm glad someone finds humor in this situation...”

“On the contrary,” Vermeil replied coolly. “I would rather, at this point in time, be dead.”

Turning back to him, her face melting, she whispered, “Don't say things like that.”

“I'm just being honest with you, Nymph. Isn't that what you wanted?” He folded his arms and closed his eyes. “...it's alright. I've wanted to be dead for a long time. Well, not really. Or I would have done it. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like. If it would be easier to just give up...” Looking up, his face set, he continued, “But then I remember all the people that would rejoice in my death. And I carry on, just to fuck them over.”

“...do you not live on for your people? The Irkens?”

Verm smiled. “...sometimes I do. It depends on what kind of mood I'm in.”

Megami slouched against the arm of the couch, wiping a stray tear from her face. “...damn you, Vermeil. Why did I have to fall in love with you? Why can't we just forget everything and be together?”

“I ask myself the same questions every day...”

Spontaneously, he reached out and pulled her down, atop him. Grabbing her face in his hands, he forced his antennae to tangle with hers. She looked down at him, tears beginning to flow more freely now. None of his emotions had changed. Still that same horrid despair, anger, fear, regret... But she also felt his love, overwhelming all of it. Wanting her... Needing her...

“Your tears burn my skin,” he said drolly, finally taking her lips in his.

She kissed him, moaning quietly, then pulling back. “They burn mine too.”

“Why bother crying if it hurts?”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “...I can't help it.”

He kissed her until she stopped. Then he kissed her until she whimpered with passion... Then they parted. Sat up. Looked at the tablet.

“Maybe someday we can resolve all of this and find some way to be together.” Megami looked at him, her eyes full of hope.

Vermeil smiled at her with that same tired expression he always wore. “Not everyone is good. Not everyone can be happy.”

“Is that your mantra now?”

“Always has been.”
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