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Finale	By : Spacefille Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 5244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes: I know this is a spoiler, but I have to put it here. Warnings for extreme blood squick in this chapter...
Thanks again to my pre-readers for this part -- Octoberbride and Jrandomlurker.
Year 1, Month 3
Despite the fact that, beyond about two hours on New Years, the children did not see their father, the rest of the holiday season went well enough for Dib. He and Gaz passed it in relative peace…which meant that they ignored each other the entire time. That was okay with Dib. It was a good thing to ignore his sister and be ignored back. It meant they weren't fighting and things weren't tense and hostile.
The beginning of January heralded the start of a new year and the start of the second semester at school. Dib was a little nervous about this, partly because he knew he would see Zim again. He half wondered if he had imagined that conversation they had held in front of the alien's house back on Christmas Eve. Not only that he wasn't sure if the alien would switch back to the way he was acting before the Christmas break, which would make life slightly-- unpleasant if he did.
Surprisingly enough, Zim didn't. Even more surprising was the fact that Zim came to school dressed in HUMAN clothes on the first day of classes. He was wearing his boots still, but they disappeared beneath a normal pair of black jeans, which in turn disappeared beneath a long loose baggy red shirt. The entire outfit was covered by a black jean jacket, which, like the shirt, looked like it was about two sizes too big for the tiny alien.
The clothes caused quite a stir actually. Dib didn't know whether it was because Zim looked strange with a hole cut through the back of his shirt and jean jacket so that his pak would stick out or what, but the kids in their class decided to start picking on him. Funny how Zim had worn the same outfit for four YEARS and no one so much as breathed a word, and the moment he showed up wearing something different all of the rest of the students in the class took up the opportunity to rile him for it. The weird kid was actually wearing something different for once. Zim for his credit, ignored them.
Needless to say, Dib's interest was piqued.
"When did you start wearing human clothes?" Dib asked as he plopped down at the cafeteria table across from Zim that day at lunch.
Zim glared at him for a moment, before replying. "Since I FELT like it! Zim needs no reason!" He declared, shaking his fist at the human for emphasis.
Dib raised one of his eyebrows at the alien. "Oookay..."
The conversation set the tone for the rest of the conversations they had that month. Zim did not fully revert back to his former Invader act, much to Dib's relief. He didn't, however, make a point of being the most social of people. Whenever the human did try to talk to him, he would either rant at him loudly or yawn and say that he had much better things to do than talk to a lowly worm.
Dib often wondered what these "better things" were, but Zim never told him.
It was somewhere near the end of January when it happened. Zim, suddenly, in the middle of a lecture thrust his hand in the air and declared that he needed to go to the washroom REAAALLLY bad. That in it's self wasn't odd, but the emphasis Zim put on 'really' led Dib to think that the alien was up to something. He would have excused himself from class and followed him but his teacher was one of those that believed that only one student should be away from the class at the time... no exceptions. He had even tried to raise his hand and tell the teacher that he needed to go to the nurse’s office right now, or else he would puke everywhere and she had just handed him the garbage can.
Stupid teacher. He picked up sulking for the rest of the class. He consoled himself by thinking that he was probably just imagining things anyway and being extra suspicious. Zim had stopped doing things to take over the world and stuff years ago...
He wasn't doing so well. He had known that from the moment the first sharp pain had traveled through his relatively tiny body from that spot in his belly. He had nearly keeled over with the force of it. Biting back a cry of protest that would have instantly given him away he had instead told the human teacher person that he really needed to go. That gave him the blessed permission he needed to escape from that horribly stifling class.
Now he was trying to make his way down the hallway without collapsing. He hadn't known that such a simple task could be so incredibly difficult! Every 30 seconds or so he would get a pain strong enough to cause him to curl in on himself. He found he was leaning up against the wall of the hallway with his head nearly to his knees. By Irk, had he never felt such horrible pain? His hands carried down to clench beneath the source of it, on his lower abdomen. Was it time already? If so why did it hurt so much? Was birthing smeets supposed to hurt this much? And furthermore why wasn't his pak doing anything to diffuse the pain?
It was while he was in that position, half doubled over when he heard rather than saw the sound of someone coming. He winced and attempted to straighten. Even so he couldn't seem to muster up the effort to raise his head more than part way... with brought his gaze to approximately waist level.
After a moment a pair of legs dressed in black boots appeared in his line of vision. Zim watched them out of half-squinted shut eyes. When they stopped in front of him the Irken started and strained to look up at the creature in front of him. Finally, gasping softly, he managed to straighten all the way, still with one of his hands against the wall to support himself.
It was Gaz. Zim's mouth fell open. "What are YOU doing here?" He demanded to know of the human girl.
Gaz gave him an unbelieving look from over the top of her book. "I could ask the same of you." She replied in her grating monotone. Actually she had just skipped out of class again, determined to go home instead of taking in her last class. But that was beside the point. She closed her book and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?" She asked.
Zim snorted. "Nothing that would concern a simple human like you!" He declared.
"You look sick," Gaz pointed out in reply.
"You speak craziness!" The alien forced himself away from the wall, then pushed Gaz away from himself with his other hand. Exuding confidence he didn't have he walked down the hall and away from her, muttering as he went. "Zim is never ill..."
Gaz watched him go out of suspicious eyes. After a moment she gave up. She shrugged apathetically and turned to go, when she noticed something. She frowned and touched the sleeve of her jacket where Zim had touched it to push her away. It was wet. She pulled her hand away again and looked at her fingers. They were green.
He was bleeding.
The alien stumbled slightly once he got inside of his house, then fell back against the inside wall beside the door with a soft moan. He reached up and took off his human disguise with one hand, allowing the hairpiece and contacts to fall to the floor. He couldn't believe that he had made it. His hand carried down to clench his belly. Another shot of pain flowed through him and his knees trembled.
To make matters worse, Gir was in the living room. "Hi master!" He called out in his high-pitched voice. Zim's antennae sagged backwards in bitter dislike.
Gir looked down. "You're bleeding," He said, taking in the substance that was slowly dripping from the bottom of the Irken's shirt and pants to the floor.
"Am I?" The Irken replied dully. He looked down. "What do you know? I suppose I am." He suddenly thought about how horrible that was... he could have very well have left a trail of green blood all the way home, leading any fool human to his base, but at this particular moment he was in too much agony to care very much.
"GIR!" He snapped suddenly as he began to shuffle across the living room in a particular half crouch, still clenching his belly. "I am going below to try to... extract these horrible creatures full of hideous pain and repair myself! I want you to watch the base. That means NO letting humans in, do you understand?"
"Not even the big head boy?" The robot chirped once he had almost reached the garbage can entrance to his base.
It didn't take Zim long to figure out that Gir meant Dib. In fact it took a little less than a second as Gir tended to call Dib "the bigheaded boy" a lot. Still. "No!" Zim snapped, suddenly furious. "Not Dib! Not anyone, do you understand me? NO ONE!"
Gir blinked at him from the couch, an oblivious look on his face. After a moment he saluted, his eyes glowing momentarily red. "Yes my master!" He declared. His eyes went blue again and he grinned, his silly pink tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth. "Okie Dokie!"
Good. With that Zim crawled into his lift and willed more than commanded it to take him downwards...
She knew what was wrong with Zim. She hadn't ever really much cared about anything before now. But she did know one thing... she had noticed the way the alien had been dressing over the last month... and knew exactly why he had been doing so. Every once and a while her sharp eyes would pick up the very slight bulge underneath Zim's loose shirt. She didn't know WHY her brother hadn't seen it, he used to observe Zim more closely than anything else ever. The only reason she could think of was he lost interest in the alien after their shared "incident". Which didn't really fit into her brother's personality, but did fit the fact that he was a guy. She made a face. That's it, she decided finally. She was going to tell him the moment he walked in the door from school...
That didn't take very long. Gaz glared out the window as her brother made his way up the sidewalk. She let him walk in the door, but that was about as far as she would let him go.
"What did you do to Zim?" She demanded to know the moment he began to shrug off his winter jacket.
"I--" Dib paused, confused. "Nothing." He tried slowly. "Why?" He asked.
Gaz gritted her teeth. She might not be able to keep her secret a secret any longer if she told him.
She figured the end result, whatever that might be, would be worth the loss. She still wanted Zim alive... he amused her. And his technology could repair her video games-- beyond that, gave them endless power. They had a nice little parasite-like relationship-- I let you live... but only if you let me use your stuff.
"He's hurt." She said bluntly.
Now Dib looked really lost. "I -- he is?" He asked.
Gaz nodded. "He was bleeding. Badly." She made a hand motion at her lower abdomen. "From down here." She said.
Dib's eyes darted downwards then returned to Gaz's face abruptly. "What?" He asked unintelligently.
Gaz rolled her eyes and sighed loudly. It looked like she was going to have to spoon feed it to him... "He's pregnant. Or was..." She continued.
Dib looked about as white as a sheet now. He stared at her and abruptly fumbled the coat hanger he had extracted from the closet. He didn't even seem to hear it as it skittered across the linoleum. "He is?" He squeaked.
'Yes my stupid big brother, he is. Where HAVE you been?' Gaz merely raised an eyebrow. "You didn't know?" She asked, the sarcasm thick in her voice. "I thought you of all people would..."
Dib started visibly. "I-- I mean yes I did-- but he said- I..." He stopped fumbling for words and stared at her, his jaw falling open as his sister's words processed. He shut it again and gulped visibly. "How long have you known?" He whispered. He suddenly remembered the picture Gaz had given him at Christmas. "Oh god... you've known since before Christmas, haven't you?"
If it were any other circumstance, Gaz would have enjoyed the look of raw terror on her brother's face. Now, however, it was just irritating. "Does it really matter?" She yelled at him suddenly. "I don't CARE if you sleep with aliens in your free time! I DO, however, care if Zim dies!" She paused, catching the fleeting 'huh?' look on her brother's face. "And you're standing here looking like an idiot with your mouth hanging open like that! You make me sick!" She added for good measure.
Dib did a double take, shut his mouth and stared. Suddenly he dropped his jacket and dodged towards the stairs leading to the basement. As he went he shouted back at her... "Why do you care anyway?"
Gaz didn't bother answering. Instead she casually followed her brother down the basement stairs. He was easy enough to find, rummaging around his basement lab, muttering to himself as he picked up items and tossed them into his bag... "Bandages? Yes might need that... sedative? Probably ... I hope it isn't too bad... it's too early... er... maybe I should just let him... needles? No probably not..."
She folded her arms across her chest and waited. It didn't take long. Dib finally finished putting all of his stuff he needed into his bag and hoisted it onto his shoulders. He started towards the door the stopped abruptly and stared at her when he saw her. Then his eyes narrowed, a bit suspiciously.
"What are you up to?" He asked.
Gaz raised an eyebrow at him. "Up to?" She repeated.
"Yes Gaz," Dib replied. Suddenly he lowered his bag again and rounded on her, his eyes flashing. "You're just setting a trap aren't you? You want me to go over to Zim's again..." He turned away suddenly, thrusting his finger into the air violently as he spoke. "There is no WAY I'm going over there again," He declared. "Not with what happened last time..."
"What?" Gaz casually inspected her nails. "Last time you were over there you talked about Christmas, didn't you?"
Dib opened his mouth, then shut it again abruptly. "Okay, the time before last then," He said, flushing bright red. He turned away again. "I'm not going over there." He repeated swiftly.
Gaz shrugged. "What happened to taking responsibility for your actions?" She said snidely. "I suppose you don't care if the babies died, huh? Because, Dib, he WAS pregnant..."
"You're lying!" Dib returned, sounding very frustrated. "And anyway, Zim said there would BE no babies..."
Gaz rolled her eyes. Stupid humans... sometimes she was ashamed to even be one. So hopelessly naive... "So Zim had sex..." Her lip curled but she pressed on. "With you out of desperation and lack of his own species around and you can't possibly believe that babies would NOT be the result?" she completed dourly. 'Reality check Dib... aliens from other planets are probably not going to want to sleep with you unless it's REALLY important...'
"You're lying." Dib repeated in a stubborn tone of voice.
Gaz glared. "You're delusional," She returned abruptly.
Dib stared at her, long and hard. Then, silently, he leaned down and picked up his pack again, shouldering it. Giving her one more cryptic look he pushed past her and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
It was surprisingly easy for Dib to get into the base... again. This time he knocked, like a normal person would, on the front door. Gir, in his doggie suit, answered it.
"Yeeesss?" The dog questioned slowly, grinning up at him.
"Is Zim there?" Dib tried to step by him.
Gir's eyes flashed red at that. Suddenly the top of his doggie head popped open and a massive array of weapons came out and pointed at him. "You may not pass! No human may enter!" He declared.
Dib took an involuntary step back. "Gir... Zim is hurt," The human boy said after a moment with a little sigh. Gaz was right... at least on the injury side of things. He had seen the scattered trail of green blood leading from all the way down the block to here. 'It's partly my fault...' "I need to see if there is anything I can do..."
Gir blinked up at him stupidly.
"I'm not really a human you know," Dib added suddenly.
Gir cocked his head to the side the red fading from his eyes. The machinery retreated back into his head. "I didn't know!" The robot said, in an amazed tone of voice.
Dib nodded hopefully. "I'm not..." He was lying, but that was okay. What mattered was convincing Gir to let him inside. He'd really rather not stun him again, which would be his second plan of attack. For some reason it felt intrusive for him to stun Zim's robot when the alien was as hurt as much as his blood trail seemed to indicate. "So can I come in?" He tried again after a moment.
"Oh yeah... I guess so!" The little robot said cheerfully. With that he turned away from the door and trotted inside.
Dib let out a little sigh of relief and followed him.
Moments later he was on an elevator, shooting, once again, deep into the bowls of the earth. Finally it stopped and coughed him out in a room that seemed very cluttered, full of computers, piping, tubes and gizmos.
Huh.
Shrugging off his backpack, Dib extracted his laptop from it. Moments later he had interfaced with the house again and called up Zim's locale. He was in the same room as Dib was actually, a little bit off to his left and past some ominous looking machinery...
He found quickly that he hadn't actually needed his laptop to tell him where to go... all he had to do was follow the trails of irken blood that glinted dully in the low gleam of light in the room. Dib noticed the quantity grew as he tread forwards, sidestepping pools of the stuff as he emerged into the main part of the room.
His breath caught in his throat momentarily.
The pools of blood stopped here and turned into one gigantic body sized smear that went in a rough line across the room. Dib's eyes followed it to its source and found him. Zim sat huddled in the far corner of the room, half curled in on himself, his head on his knees. Around him small pools of blood sat and about his body the walls were decorated with green handprints, as if the Irken had been struggling. His clothes were removed and lay about him... or at least his jacket and his pants, leaving nothing but the tattered red shirt, which hid nothing. As Dib approached the Irken peered up at him blearily, blinked and muttered something under his breath, then returned his head to between his legs.
"Zim?" Dib questioned once he was close enough to crouch down beside the Irken. He went to reach out to him... hesitated and drew his hand back again. "Zim." He tried again, gently.
Finally the Irken looked up at him again. Half shut red alien eyes seemed to take a moment to focus. Then Zim managed a twisted smile that looked more like a grimace and shook his head ever so slightly. "Filthy earth creature..." The alien rasped at him. "You're too late..."
Dib dropped his bag and frowned, then reached out and grasped the alien by the shoulders, pushing him upright. For some reason the alien let out a little cry at that, his head lulling. "Too late for what Zim?" Dib asked calmly. He noticed that the alien's breathing, though almost silent, was very rapid.
The Irken smiled again, and pushed the word past the shallow panting. "Dead." He said. His hands carried down, grasping at his belly and his fingers curled at it. "Dead... all dead."
Dib's eyes flicked down at the Irken's hands, then looked back up to his face. For some reason that proclamation made an uncomfortable feeling squirm at his insides. The babies were dead then. He didn't know why, exactly, it bothered him... heck up until a couple hours ago he hadn't even been aware that there were any. "You mean the babies?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
Zim nodded rapidly. After a moment's silence he wrenched his shoulders out from under the human's hands and fell to the side instantly. "Whhhhyyyy are you heeeeerrrreeee?" He cried out, his voice a drawn out whine. "Did I not instruct Gir to keep ALL humans out of my base? That horrible. ROBOT!" His voice ended in an odd scream and he lay there on his side in a puddle of his own blood, panting.
Dib watched the alien with growing alarm. "... Zim?" He asked.
The Irken shut his eyes. "Go away," He muttered, reminded Dib acutely of another time he confronted the alien in relatively similar circumstances.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong Zim," Dib replied, a determined lit to his voice. He reached down and attempted to draw the alien back into a sitting position. Zim allowed him to do so reluctantly.
"The pain," The Irken muttered, once he was upright. His eyes slid away, looking everywhere but at the human. His hands clenched and unclenched compulsively at his belly. "The pain..."
Dib suddenly remembered the sedatives in his bag. "Do you want me to try to help you Zim?" he asked gently, fully expecting to be turned down by an egotistical rant or three.
Instead the Irken turned his head to look at him. Red eyes stared up at him balefully. After a moment Zim's eyes slid closed and he nodded ever so slightly.
That was... surprising. His one thought was that Zim must be in a terrible amount of pain to agree to let Dib try to help him. He wasn't about to let him down. It was the reason why he was here anyway... "Where does it hurt?" He asked swiftly. He reached down, covering the alien's clenching hands with his own. "Down here?"
"Where else would it hurt?" Zim hissed at him through clenched teeth.
"Let go," Dib replied, gently tugging the alien's hands away from his belly. The alien let go reluctantly. Feeling very much like a doctor, Dib swiftly flipped up the alien's shirt, placing a warm palm on the alien's stomach. He could see as well as feel the alien's minute trembling beneath his hand, as well as see the lump that must have been where the babies had been residing. Except that the lump was still there, a particularly grotesque-like formation sticking out of Zim's stomach area.
"Are they still in there?" He asked the Irken as his other hand tugged the red shirt over the Irken's head and off. Zim glared at him as his head popped back into view. "I already passed several of them." He snapped, his hands returning to his belly.
More than one? "Where did they go?" Dib asked mildly as his hand probed lower.
"I used the disposal vacuum," the Irken was practically shouting now. "It is no concern of yours!"
Well it was a concern of his, but Dib wasn't about to argue. Instead he kept on feeling away at the Irken. Yes... there was definitely something there, he decided as he poked at the odd hard lump protruding out of the alien's belly. Not only that, Zim's modified sexual organs were damp and sticky with blood he noted, his nose wrinkling with mild disgust. He frowned as the Irken curled in on himself again, preventing the human from getting a closer look. He needed to get the alien vertical somehow, and NOT on the bloody floor.
Dib stood up again, purposefully. "Computer!" he ordered abruptly.
"What is it this time?" The computer grumped at Dib.
A slight smile twitched at the corner of Dib's mouth. "Can you make a laboratory table bed type thing for me?" He asked.
"I guess..." The computer returned with a self-suffering sigh.
"Hey... hey!" Came the weak protest from the floor. "My computer shouldn't be taking orders from you! HEY!"
Dib looked down at the Irken with a raised eyebrow, then looked back up when a crash sounded from in front of him. Sure enough, where nothing had been a couple moments previous a thin narrow bed had appeared. It was decked out with everything Dib thought he could possibly need, including restraints and a breather and what looked like an atmosphere provider. There even appeared to be a larger restraint that looked like it could swing over the top of the bed. And there was a nice little pile of towels on the end of it... how convenient.
"Zim? Do you have some sort of X-ray device? So that I can see inside your-- insides?" Dib asked quickly as he bent down to pick the alien up.
"Don't touch me!" The alien snapped in reply, struggling to his feet himself. "Over there stink beast." He continued, waving a hand in the direction of a pile of electronic devices in the opposite corner of the room.
"Can you...?" Dib began.
"Yes!" The alien growled out. With that he pushed away from the wall and took a shaky step in the direction of the table.
Dib struggled and made for the pile of stuff in the corner. After some dismal searching he found something that resembled a square box with a pair of goggles over one end of it. He brought it up to his eyes and blinked though it, amazed as it showed him a picture of the wall in front of him, but with everything stripped away so that he could see PAST it... right into the dirt beyond and the layers of sedimentary rock. The picture was framed by Irken symbols. "Oh wow!" He breathed, excited. He was going to have to take this with him when he left...
"Can you get on the bed?" Dib called over his shoulder as he lowered the device. The alien had made it to the bed, but was now standing beside it... glaring at it. "Get on the bed Zim..." Dib said.
The alien shook. "You think you can just ORDER Zim around?" Zim yelled at him suddenly.
Dib whirled on him, an exasperated look on his face. "Get on the BED ZIM," He commanded. "Or else I WON'T help you."
The alien met and held his glare for a whole second and a half. Finally he relented and looked away again. He turned about and grasped the edge of the bed... and stopped.
Dib bit back the yell before it could erupt from his mouth. It was a very good thing he did, because he would have missed the soft, very faint moan that issued from the alien's mouth.
"What is it?" Dib questioned, his voice a good deal softer than it had been a moment before.
Zim turned back and stared up at the human, his alien eyes wide and panicky. "It's my pak," He said, his voice strained and breathless. "It will not listen to me." He let go of the bed and stumbled forwards a step. "My spider legs," He said. "They will not emerge..." He took another step... then stumbled and nearly fell over.
It took Dib three steps to make it back across the room to the Irken. A fourth step he had grasped the alien underneath his armpits and the last he swung him up and placed him on the bed.
For a brief moment he had a struggle on his hands as the alien thrashed against him, his eyes wild.
"Shhh..." Dib soothed, holding the alien down firmly. Finally Zim calmed enough for Dib to let him go and he lay there silently. "Let's find out what's wrong with your belly first, and then we'll deal with your pak, okay?" The human said kindly. He watched as the Irken nodded, once sharply, then retreated back across the room to retrieve the X-ray machine and his backpack. The one he set beside the bed and the other he lifted to his eyes, tuning the knob on the side so that it focused on the Irken's belly. Finally, after batting Zim's blood stained hands away again he pressed it gently to the alien's abdomen.
A couple more minuscule twists of the machine's knob and a readjustment on where it was pointing and Dib could see what he was looking for. There! He drew in a sharp breath. Curled in a ball it looked nearly identical to pictures of human fetus' he had been forced to see in Biology class. "Cool..." He muttered, twisting the knob ever so slightly to get a cleaner view. He didn't know whether to be repulsed or amazed and instead chose a queasy version of the two. After a moment the machine in his hands flashed red over the image of the fetus and began to beep.
Dib looked up from the machine, confused.
"Give it to me," Zim demanded, holding out a hand.
Dib handed him the device. Zim took one look though the goggles and groaned, tossing the machine to the floor. Ignoring Dib's "Hey!" he curled up on himself again, shaking.
"What is it?" Dib asked him.
"The worm smeet is dead," Zim replied as he clenched at his belly. All of a sudden his entire body tensed up and he groaned. That did nothing but cause a new swell of blood to erupt from the bottom of his body. The Irken relaxed again after a moment, panting. "I must purge it from my system or..." He didn't finish his sentence. "Why won't my pak work!" He cried suddenly as his body clenched up again. His hands fisted above the lump in his belly again, pushing downwards but that didn't do anything besides cause a fresh rush of blood from his neither regions...
Dib's eyes widened. Suddenly he reached out, holding him down. "Stop it Zim!" He said. "You can't afford to loose anymore blood!" There was much to much of it, he thought wildly as he glanced around the room. He had to do something... and quickly...!
The moment he thought of it, was the moment he rejected it as utterly hopeless. He had thought of grabbing a scalpel from his bag and cutting the alien open... but he couldn't do it... not without potentially killing Zim. Firstly he knew almost NOTHING about alien physiology... especially not ever since Zim had been "modified"... and he just couldn't risk the blood...
It turned out that he didn't need to worry about it anyway. Another grunt, an odd rushing noise and a thump turned Dib's attention back to the laboratory table. Sure enough at the very bottom of it in a tiny pool of green blood there lay a wrinkled ball of flesh.
Dib's jaw fell open again and for some reason his stomach decided to turn over. A quick glance at Zim told him the alien was still alive... though he looked half-conscious, his arms limp at his sides. The lump on his belly had disappeared as well, rendering his front a seamless flat green expanse again.
Almost as if in a trance Dib walked forwards and reached down, carefully picking up the bloody object with his bare hands. It was incredibly small, scarcely two or three inches across in all directions and could fit into the palm of his hand easily. Fascinated, he poked it gently, unfurling the tiny body, amazed at the thin limp arms which weren't even as thick as a pencil and the disproportionately large head with it's relatively enormous eye sockets. He stroked the tiny head, noting the thread thin appendages there, which he guessed where un-formed antennae. "I-- wow..." He breathed as he explored, utterly enthralled. So this is what a half-human half irken would look like...
He was so absorbed that the scream took him by surprise. Letting out an unearthly howl, Zim launched himself at the human boy, batting the fetus out of his hands. It landed against the wall beside the bed and fell back onto it with a sickly wet squishy sound.
"Zim!" Dib cried out at the alien as he slumped against him. He grabbed the Irken to keep him upright and looked from him to the bed where the little body lay. "What's gotten into you?" He demanded to know.
"You will NOT experiment on it!" Zim seethed up at him.
Dib was completely lost. "Experiment?" He questioned. "Zim I was only looking at it!"
The Irken shook in under his hands. "Computer!" He shouted. "Dispose of the body immediately!"
As soon as he was done speaking a tube snaked down from the ceiling and settled above the body. It made a sucking noise and an instant later the bed was bare, despite Dib's command to stop. The tube snaked back into the ceiling with a satisfied popping sound.
Dib stared down at the Irken like the little alien had two heads. "What's gotten into you?" He asked. He would never ever have expected in a million years for Zim to act that way. Last time he checked Zim enjoyed cutting things open just as much as he used to, and by the way Zim had described the rather clinical Irken birthing process, he wouldn't have expected anything near like the reaction the alien had just given him...
For some reason the alien was wavering on his feet now. He turned, and grasped Dib's jacket sleeve to hold himself upright. "I don't--" He began... then stopped, looking confused. Suddenly his grip tightened on Dib's sleeve and his whole entire body convulsed, his eyes falling shut and his mouth open in a silent scream.
"Zim!" Dib shouted, hanging onto the rigid body in his arms. "What is it? ZIM!"
The body relaxed again by degrees and slowly the blood red eyes reopened. "I -- don't--" The alien repeated, looking confused. "I--" There was a clunk from somewhere behind him.
Comprehension flooded the alien's eyes. And fear. "My pak." He said, turning suddenly and looking down.
Dib leaned over the shorter alien and looked down as well. Sure enough sitting on the floor behind Zim was a newly detached Irken pak.
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