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Under Glass	By : LiesDee Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Dib woke up in the morning in his own bed, in his own pajamas, in his own house – or at least his Dad’s house, the house he’d grown up in. Dazedly, he stared up at the ‘I believe’ poster on his ceiling. It seemed so familiar and yet so utterly bizarre. He looked at his hands – his holo-disguise had coloured them in the pinkish flesh tones of his father’s skin. Sitting up in bed, Dib looked over at the mirror. His antennae were hidden and his eyes were their colour their more usual white and amber.
He was so confused. . .he couldn’t remember what had happened to him yesterday, or the day before that. He didn’t know why it should feel so strange just to wake up in his own bed, in his own house.
He thought. . .he thought he’d had a dream. There had been darkness, and warmth, ghostly arms that wrapped around him, an urgent rhythm of thrusting and bucking. . .
Oh. One of those dreams. Embarrassed that even the hinting memory of such a dream could produce such a. . .physical reaction, Dib tried to shake it off and concentrate on the here and now.
His brushed his teeth with the special paste his father had invented for him. The liquid that poured out of his private shower was oil-based – it cleansed his skin without burning it the way water did.
Gaz was sitting on the couch, playing her Gameslave. Dib sat down beside her, pulling his blanket up over his shoulders.
“I’m not feeling real well today – do you think Dad would be too busy to send in a sick note to skool for me?”
“It’s August. Skool doesn’t start for two weeks.” Came Gaz’s terse reply.
Startled, Dib looked up at her. It was hard to tell if Gaz was kidding sometimes – her own DNA included strands from a demon that Professor Membrane’s team had caught briefly fifteen years ago, and she was prone to cruel jokes as well as scary powers.
“I remember it being May the last time I went to Skool. If it’s August, where have I been for the last three months?” Asked Dib.
“In Dad’s research lab, with that alien – what was his name? Oh yeah. Zim.” Replied Gaz, her eyes never leaving her game screen. “They injected you with ebola virus, and it took you awhile to recover. The drugs you’ve been on have blocked your memory a bit, but I thought you might want to know.”
“Oh. Thanks.” Dib nodded and leaned back. The memories might be a little foggy, but they were there. Hearing Zim’s name had brought things back, in bits and pieces. Dib found that he just couldn’t think about them, or him. . .too much. It ached. It was like trying to remember a dream. No matter how beautiful or terrible, it was another world. And it was gone now.
“Ebola virus, eh?”
“Yep. Two scientists died when it leaked out into the lab.”
“You don’t say.”
Gaz shrugged. “They’ve got a cure now, based on some chemical in your blood. Obviously you survived.”
Dib nodded blankly. “I guess it was all worth it, then.”
“I guess so.” Said Gaz, her voice edged with sarcasm.
Dib didn’t want to think it anymore. He didn’t want to think about anything at all. He reached over to the side table for the TV remote.
“You don’t want to do that.” Commented Gaz.
“I’ll decide for myself what I do and don’t want to do.” Dib replied, a bit lamely. He felt frustrated just then, and Gaz was starting to chafe on his nerves.
Gaz shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She got up from the couch and took herself and her Gameslave into the kitchen.
Dib turned on the TV and flipped through various daytime talk shows. There was a station that broadcasted repeats of last week’s evening shows – Dib hoped that they might be showing Mysterious Mysteries, and by some incredible stroke of luck, they were.
The show’s logo, MM, was imprinted on the corner of the screen. Dib had missed the credits, but they were obviously already into the story. They were playing some video footage.
The footage was a bit grainy, having been apparently recorded in night vision, and there was a black ‘censored’ bar covering a small portion of it. It took Dib a little while to discern what the mess of limbs was supposed to be.
He nearly choked when he saw his own face, contorted in ecstasy. It was himself. And Zim. They were having sex. The monitors had been on after all, and not only had the scientists had the opportunity to goggle over the footage, one of their unscrupulous ranks had been sneaking out copies out and selling them to the media.
Dumbstruck, Dib finally managed to lift the remote and change the channel. The next channel was also playing alien-sex footage. And the next channel. And the next. They were all playing completely different clips – different positions, different rooms. Dib had had no way of knowing how long the blackout had lasted, but it had seemed like forever at the time. He and Zim had eaten sparingly, and he had slept when he was tired, but mostly they’d had a lot of sex. Together they’d explored every position and technique their fevered imaginations could come up with. And here it all was, displayed on public television, for the entertainment of the drooling, stupid masses.
One of the talk shows debated the legality of the footage. One side argued that one of the participants wasn’t an adult yet, and so the sex videos should be treated as child pornography. The other argued that neither of the participants were human, and thus couldn’t claim the human rights that would make such pornography illegal. The latter party seemed to be winning the argument, although both parties agreed that anyone who could take sexual pleasure from watching such material was a sick, sick individual indeed.
Another talk show featured a blown-up picture of a diagram. Dib chuckled despite himself and the tears rolling down his cheeks. Zim had scratched it into the wall. It depicted all of the sexual positions they could think of, and had been added to numerous times. Zim had taken the whole ‘sex’ business very seriously, once they’d properly discovered it. He had used the diagram to keep track of how frequently they used each position. It might almost have been a science project for Zim, except for how incredibly, painfully, breathtakingly passionate he was in the act. It had been pragmatic, and sweet, and desperate, and beautiful. It had been theirs. Except that it hadn’t ever really been only theirs. It belonged to the human masses now – shocking, tawdry, cheap, and embarrassing.
Dib sat huddled on the couch in front of the horrible display, sobbing. Silently Gaz came into the room and took the remote from his numb hands, ending it. She offered him a handful of tissue paper, which he took gratefully. She didn’t say I told you so. She didn’t even imply it. Dib knew then she must have always understood even better than he did. They were both products of their ‘father’s’ devotion to science, no matter how much they really loved and needed him. She was just waiting for them to drag her into the lab as well, to do whatever test they needed to perform in the interests of humanity.
Gaz sat with Dib until he’d calmed down. Wiping the last traces of tears from his face, Dib finally got up weakly.
“I’m gonna go back to bed. I’m still not feeling very well.”
Gaz nodded.
“Then, I think I’m gonna go talk to Dad. Are you. . .do you think you’re going to stay here long?”
Gaz grunted and smiled that fleeting half-smile of hers. “No. I’m going out for pizza later. I might not see you before you leave. But good luck, Dib.”
Dib climbed up the stairs for a few more hour’s sleep. He would figure out what to do after that. He knew he had to do something.

End of Chapter 5
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