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Goddess Risen	By : ladylaguna Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2876 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Within the hour, Dib and Zim managed to clean and dress Megami’s wounds and move her to her bedroom. After hooking her up to a monitoring device, Dib hovered over the bed, touching her clammy skin over and over.
“If she begins to wake, we’ll be alerted,” Zim stated quietly, reaching for Dib’s arm. “You’ve been hurt badly. Come to the med bay with me.”
“It’ll heal,” Dib replied absently, unable to tear his eyes away from his daughter.
Chewing on his lip for a moment, Zim stared at them both. “But… it’ll heal more quickly if you let me tend to it. You want to be in peak condition to assist the girl with anything she needs, right?” Head tilting, he pointed to his own blistered side. “And… you must tend to Zim as well.”
Dib finally turned to him and sighed. “Alright. Let’s go.”
In the med bay they stripped down and sat across from one another on the floor. Gritting his teeth, Dib allowed Zim to stitch and clean the massive wound on his stomach. The alien noticed that it came dangerously close to encroaching on that ugly tattoo on his back. “The Crystal girl, she couldn’t fix this for you?”
“What? That…? No… she, uh, she never saw it.”
Reveling in the fact that he seemed to possess some secret knowledge, Zim replied, “Just me, then?”
“You and, uh… one other person.” Or Irken, whatever.
Zim knew that Dib had other lovers, but the thought of someone sharing something so intimate with Dib made Zim bristle. “We should try to get rid of it.”
Sighing deeply at the annoyance plain on Zim’s features, Dib shook his head. “Even if you lasered it away and managed to keep any amber from entering my bloodstream… The scar may still be there. Some of the injuries I get just don’t heal. My arm is only growing back due to a concentrated effort on my part. Every injury I got before my death still bothers me from time to time. And the scar from when they took Megami out of me…” He kept that for his own purposes, however.
“I want you to let go of the past. Like Zim has.”
Hesitating for a moment, Dib finally said, “I… I have.” Smiling, he pulled Zim’s hands away from him momentarily, kissing the blood-stained palms.
“When we saw that Irken… That… that ‘Tzin’…”
“I wanted to do awful things to him,” Dib finished, letting Zim get back to work. “But he didn’t hold me under his thrall like so many years ago. I was free. My mind was clear. All my fears had vanished.”
Unconvinced, Zim kept silent, returning to work. Dib watched him, finding no need to add anything more. After some time, Zim secured the last bit of bandaging and sat back. Then Dib started his own work, slowly adding salve to Zim’s burns. He caressed the skin on the other side of Zim’s torso and the alien flinched, hissing in pain. “Ribs… bruised… perhaps.”
“You pushed right through it anyway, didn’t you? You were amazing today.”
“Zim is ALWAYS amazing,” Zim replied, though the posturing just made his chest hurt more and his brow furrowed.
Careful to place his hands in less tender places, Dib slid forward, kissing Zim slowly. Melting against him, Zim forgot his pain for a moment and just enjoyed the attention. “There,” Dib murmured, applying the last bit of salve and inspecting the area. “You should probably let this breathe for awhile. Put some pants on, though.” The last thing he wanted Meg to see was his lover’s… everything. Though she’d probably seen an Irken penis already. The mere thought made him cringe.
Getting to his feet, he offered a hand to Zim, which was only accepted after some thinking. Dib felt a bit of pride in Zim’s return to old form as they both cleaned up. In Dib’s room, they dressed and turned to one another. Just as Dib took a meaningful step in Zim’s direction, an alert sounded over the console in the wall.
“Meg!” Dib cried, darting past Zim and into her room.
Zim followed to find Dib hovering over her, holding a hand tightly. She was beginning to stir, moaning softly as her head rolled to the side.
“Meg…” Dib breathed, watching her intently.
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open. Brow furrowing, she groaned and stared up at the ceiling, the far wall, and finally at Dib. Eyebrows raised, he smiled encouragingly at her. She merely blinked up at him.
“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked quietly, squeezing her hand.
Pursing her lips, Megami replied, “Hurts all over… head hurts.” She looked at Zim as if he were the bogeyman. “Where… am I?”
“You’re on my ship,” Dib explained. “And—yeah, Zim’s here. Me and him. We’ll take care of you. So don’t worry.”
She studied Zim for a moment. “Zim.” Looking to Dib, she asked, “And who are you?”
Dejected, Dib struggled with words momentarily. “I… I’m Dib. I’m your father.”
“Oh.” She rubbed her temples, trying to process this new information. “Weird.”
Quickly reaching for a chair, he scooted up to her bed to be more at her eye level. Concern written all over his face, Dib plied, “Do you remember anything that happened? You and Vermeil left the ship together, and then I guess you went to Irkland…”
“Vermeil?” Grimacing, she squeezed her eyes shut. “No. No good. I don’t know what you’re talking about… My head hurts… My back hurts…”
“Zim, please go get her some pain meds.”
Nodding slowly, Zim left the room for a moment. Sitting up, Megami felt around her back until her fingers met with the Pak. “It hurts.”
“We’ll give you a little shot, Meg. It’ll probably help with that.” Zim returned shortly and Dib gave her an injection. She flinched and furrowed her brow as the pain shot up her arm, curling onto herself slightly. Dib’s heart ached. “Please don’t be afraid… We love you and we’re here to help you.”
“I’m thirsty,” she said, staring down at her hands, folded in her lap. She flexed each in turn, testing twenty little fingers. Zim, assuming Dib would ask him to fetch the drink next, procured some juice for her. She sipped it slowly from the glass, continuing to gaze at her lap.
Finally, Dib ventured, “Do you remember… ANYTHING? Just… try to think of something.”
“I remember… singing. And… my Tallests.” Rubbing her head again, Megami groaned.
“Perhaps Vermeil made an error when he copied the files back over,” Zim observed, moving forward to tap on the Pak gently. “Or… he was lying and didn’t have any backup at all.”
“Or he copied over his own memories of Meg? Is that possible?”
“Accessing his own files in that way would be dangerous. That would require an advanced degree of skill.”
“Meggy!”
Megami looked upward toward the doorway, where GIR stood, waving at her. She beamed and reached out her arms. “GIR! Come give me a hug!”
He obeyed, launching into her arms as Dib stared on in disbelief. Of all the fucking things to remember… But he supposed she did grow up with the little fucker. “Good. You… remember your friend.” He forced a smile, which Meg actually returned. She seemed to relax, sharing her drink with GIR, who hummed to himself as he rocked back and forth in her lap.
Deciding that there was little to do at the moment beside get her settled, Dib showed her the vidscreen, console and other things around her room, welcoming her to use them. He then pointed out the location of some rooms on the ship through her doorway and she nodded in understanding. “I bought some clothes for you while you were gone. Hopefully they fit. Whenever you feel like getting dressed, they’re here in the closet.”
“Okay,” she agreed, resting against the pillows. Her eyelids were beginning to droop; the pain meds were doing their work. After some shifting to take the pressure off of her Pak, she relaxed.
“And… don’t worry. We’ll be just down the hall if you need us. Don’t be afraid.”
“I won’t… now that GIR’s here,” she purred, patting him affectionately on the head. He giggled, turning on the vidscreen and sprawling on top of her. She fell asleep almost immediately afterward, lulled by the sounds of whatever stupid program the robot was watching.
Dib and Zim stepped outside, closing the door behind them. Dib then commenced to pace. “What if… she never remembers?”
“Better off than us, then.”
Turning, Dib glared at Zim.
“You think I speak lies? You miss her. She missed you for many years. You were dead to her. Just as you were to me…”
“So what, I’m supposed to rejoice in the fact that all the life she had—that I didn’t get to witness—is gone forever?” Clenching his fists, he fought the urge to punch the wall for fear of awakening her.
Zim grabbed him, burying his face in Dib’s chest. “Starting over fresh… Like new, like a smeet. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
“And forget all of the good things we had together? Falling in love? Just because some shit happened in between then and now?” He pushed Zim back. “I thought that you’d changed. What happened to letting go of the past?”
“Yes! Forgetting! Just like I said!”
“No… Letting go. Like a sinking ship. Getting safely to land and watching it dip under the surface of the water, gone forever. But not forgotten.”
“You and your poeticness. Quoting old TV shows solves nothing!”
“I wasn’t quoting any old—“ Zim reached upward and grabbed Dib’s hair, jerking downward. Squawking, he grabbed Zim’s wrist, twisting it painfully for a moment before catching himself. There they stood for a moment, faces within inches of one another, panting in anger.
“When I was sleeping, he used to—“
“LET GO,” Zim demanded, fingers twisting through Dib’s hair more viciously, despite fearing the consequences. Baring his teeth, Dib hissed, “You first.”
Zim refused, heels digging in. The scraping sound that issued from them seemed to echo across the metallic flooring. “He’s dead. And you’re mine. Nobody touches you again but through me.”
“I could kill you with my pinky finger.”
“Try it.” A grin twisted over Zim’s features, antennae perking forward. He felt exhilarated. Meekrob crackled over his fingers and through Dib’s scalp, making him gasp.
Drawing a hitching breath, Dib growled, “Fuck. You.”
Somehow the two of them made it down the hall, biting, scratching, kissing and pulling on one another. They were barely through the door of Dib’s quarters when the clothes came off again. Zim cried out in pain as Dib grabbed his tender side, pulling him forward. He shoved his tongue past Zim’s lips, hands groping downward until they met their goal. Zim’s fingers still tangled in Dib’s hair, keeping him in check with a well-planned tug here and there.
In the middle of the room, Dib sank to his knees, taking all of Zim’s cock into his mouth. He sucked roughly over it, teeth scraping across the sensitive ridges. Cursing, pulling his hair, and calling him all those old derogatory names, Zim thrust his hips against Dib’s mouth.
Pulling back, gripping the base of Zim’s member roughly, Dib looked upward. “I’ll show you how much I’ve let go.”
He stood and made his way to the bed. After grabbing the lube from the bedside table, he rolled onto it, hitching his legs upward. Reaching up to grip the headboard with his bad hand, he rolled his hips. “Fuck me,” he ordered, his growing erection resting against the thatch of hair in his pelvic region. Dripping a copious amount of the lube onto his cock, he stroked slowly. Once his fingers were covered in it, he moved downward, tracing around his entrance.
Thrown out of the moment, Zim stared at him, slack-jawed. “I… I don’t have to…”
“I told you to fuck me. Come here. Look how hard you are… You’re dying for it.”
Jaw setting resolutely, Zim answered the challenge. Crawling onto the bed, he slid between Dib’s legs, rubbing his cock against his cherry. Claws digging into the covers at either side of Dib’s torso, he stared down at him.
“It’s over. I let it all go. I want to remember the good shit now. I want to remember how it felt when I was young and stupid and impossibly in love with you.” He began to stroke Zim’s member then, spreading the lubricant over each ridge carefully. The fingers on his cock made Zim forget that Dib seemingly equated being young and stupid with being impossibly in love. In his weakest moments Zim would be inclined to agree, anyway.
Swallowing hard, Zim finally placed himself at Dib’s entrance. Thinking he should just get it over with, he entered in one smooth thrust.
“God—!” Dib gasped, fingers tightening over the headboard. Tears stung the corners of his eyes as discomfort arched up his spine.
Grimacing, Zim stopped immediately. “I… I should have prepared you. I wasn’t thinking—“
“Shut up. Keep going. You stupid asshole.”
Slowly, Zim retreated. After a moment, Dib’s body relaxed, the pain melting away. With a much more measured pace, Zim re-entered. After several careful thrusts and more applications of lube, Dib’s eyes rolled shut and he sighed.
Zim looked down at his lover’s flushed features, concentrated more on Dib’s reactions than his own satisfaction. A few more moments passed and low groans began to rise from Dib’s throat. Shocks of pleasure overtook Zim, and he chanced a quicker tempo, member sliding more deeply inside.
“Ghnn… Zim…”
Just a bit harder. Only Dib’s moans and the sound of their hips colliding. Dib wrapped his fingers around his own member again. Pulling lazily on his half-erection, he breathed deeply and relaxed. Zim hovered just inches above him, the heat of their bodies mingling. As Dib’s skin became coated in sweat, Zim’s arms and legs shook from the exertion. But he kept his discipline, counting so many measured beats like a good Irken soldier would. Watching Dib’s knitted brow, his slightly parted lips, the precum pooling on his stomach… He began to feel the pleasure growing deep within, the slow boil reaching its peak.
“Harder,” Dib rasped, licking his drying lips. “It’s good. It’s so good. I love you…”
“Dib,” Zim whispered, voice breaking. He couldn’t stop himself now, hips grinding against Dib’s for a moment before letting go completely.
Suddenly, Dib’s eyes flew open, leveling at look at Zim. He reached up then, grabbing the back of his neck as he curled upward, kissing Zim fiercely. Then he fell back again, back arched as he pumped his cock hard and fast. With a hitched cry, he climaxed, covering his chest with his seed. He kept his legs spread wide, continuing to moan in the aftershocks of pleasure. His cries soon mingled with Zim’s, which grew to a fever pitch until he flared with a clipped exclamation.
Once his head quit swimming, Zim looked down at his lover. “Dib…” But Dib remained silent, lips parted as he breathed deeply and evenly. After everything that had occurred, it seemed the Dib-human had fallen asleep. Cleaning them both as well as he could without disturbing Dib, Zim curled up beside him and rested. Surprisingly, Dib experienced no nightmares.
* * * * * * *
Though he was asleep, Dib’s brain still attempted to tackle the problem with his daughter’s memory. It occurred to him that if she recognized GIR, perhaps she would remember Valerie. As much as it pained him, he woke with that in mind.
Zim sat beside him on the bed, playing with his console. “You slept well,” he remarked.
“Guess so,” Dib replied, moving to the bathroom to clean and dress himself. “How long has it been? Is Meg ok?” he called through the doorway.
“Several hours. I believe I heard her speaking to GIR earlier.”
Zim clearly hadn’t bothered to check on her. Dib wondered of the alien would ever feel the same affection for her that he did… Irkens didn’t really understand parenthood, did they? Though Red seemed to have a parental affection toward Vermeil, after a fashion. “Gonna go see how she’s doing.”
Zim nodded, still entranced by his console screen. Dib found Megami in the kitchen with GIR, who was rolling around in a pile of spices. Megami was holding a frozen meal in her hand, staring quizzically at the coffee maker.
“Doing alright?” Dib asked gently. She still jumped and whirled, grabbing her chest at the sight of him.
“Uh… I was gonna clean that up… In a minute,” she said, pointing at the mess in the floor. She managed to find some of the clothes Dib ordered for her, haphazardly cramming her Pak into the winghole in the back of a hoodie. “How do you, um, work this thing? I wanted to cook…”
“That’s the coffee maker,” Dib laughed, guiding her over to the food processor. “Just stick it in the slot here… Hit the button… Ta-da!”
Thanking him sheepishly, Megami took a seat at the table and began to eat. Though she tried to be ladylike, she was clearly ravenous and took big bites.
“Careful. If you haven’t eaten in awhile—”
“—augh!” she grabbed her stomach as it seized, and Dib hurriedly brought her some seltzer.
She took her time after that. Dib pensively watched her eat, leaning on the counter. “Clean this up,” he ordered GIR, and the little robot obeyed with only some complaint. Meg seemed impressed at that feat.
“So how are you feeling?” Dib ventured.
Mouth full of fruit, Meg replied, “Okay I guess.”

“Don’t remember anything new?”
After swallowing, she shook her head. “Nope.”
“I have someone that maybe you can talk to. Let me call her.” Heading for the bridge, Dib dialed up Nirvana and crossed his fingers.
After some time, he finally received an answer. A disheveled soldier confirmed that Valerie was alive and currently working. Dib stated he was a Membrane, and the soldier fetched her after some hesitation.
“Dib! I’m so glad you’re alive! Gaz really did a number on you.”
“She tried to off me, but I’m more resilient than that.” Leaning back in his chair, he asked, “Where is she, anyway? Not still on Nirvana, I imagine.” Zim had informed Dib of the Commiserator Cannon and what Val did with it… Gaz certainly could not have been pleased.
“Interesting you should ask. Just the other day a human showed up, claiming to know you. He was in bad shape. He said she attacked his crew and let him live ‘as a message to the others.’”
Brow raising, Dib tried to recall any humans he’d actually encountered off of Nirvana… They were very few, but did exist. “Who might that be?”
“Um, ah… What was it?” she shoved her glasses further up her nose. “Dicky? Dwicky! That’s it.” Dib’s lip curled but she didn’t notice. “Said that Gaz was on a warpath. She said ‘every Irken, every collaborator with Irkens, will be wiped off the face of this universe.’ The band he was with… The Plookesians? Yeah. She annihilated them, even with the advanced weaponry they possessed.”
“Cheerful as ever, I see.” What was Gaz’s goal, exactly? The Irken race had been reduced to tinders. Zim suspected she had been up to some strange shit in that prison… Had the destruction of Earth broken her grip on sanity? “Well, look, I’ve got some good news for you. Wait there a sec.”
Dib left to fetch Meg. She returned to the bridge and looked up at the giant vidscreen. As Valerie covered her mouth to keep her composure, Meg simply stared.
“Meggy! Oh, sweetie… I missed you so much.” Tears dripped from Valerie’s eyes, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away.
Scratching the back of her head, Meg shrugged. “Sorry. I don’t know you either.”
“Megami was in an… accident,” Dib explained, patting her comfortingly on the back. “She only seems to remember GIR. I was hoping that maybe seeing you would jog her memory…”
Crestfallen, Valerie nodded. “It’s nice to see her, anyway…” Then she looked to Megami again, who wasn’t thrilled with being spoken about as if she was not present. “If you don’t remember anything else… please remember how much I love you. And I’m very glad you got to your destination safely.”
Nodding, Megami fidgeted for a few moments.
“That’s all I wanted out of you, Meg,” Dib said, smiling. “You’re free to go.”
“Um, bye,” Meg called, waving awkwardly at Valerie before leaving the room. Valerie’s jaw went slack as she noticed that her wings were gone, and a Pak had taken their place.
“What happened to her??” she cried, running fingers through her messy blonde hair.
Sighing, Dib looked over his shoulder to ensure Meg had left. “A Tallest.” Returning to Val, he shook his head. “And if Gaz is out prowling the universe looking for vengeance, I’m scared she’ll need Meg again to ‘recharge’…”
“How can we stop her?? Nobody on Nirvana could stand up to her… I don’t know if the Fed will even try, since they’re not fond of Irkens either. I… I wish Professor Membrane were still here. He managed to keep her under control somehow…”
Suddenly, Dib lurched forward. “Val! I just remembered. Back when I was last on Nirvana… Dad handed me a disk. I could never read the damn thing because none of my computer systems were compatible with it.”
“Oh.” Shrugging, Valerie replied, “Yeah, send me the data. I’ll unscramble it and send it back to you.”
The files had been present on his ship’s computer since he last attempted to make sense of them, many years before. In moments, Valerie popped them open and looked them over. “A bunch of folders—wow. A lot of them are dated in Earth time.”
“FUCK! Send them back,” Dib cried, curling the fingers of both hands toward himself. As the files filtered back onto his system, he glanced over his shoulder again. “And… Meg… I think it’d be safer if she were back home with you…”
Shaking her head, Valerie held up a hand. “Her ‘home’ is with you, Dib. I’m sorry that you missed out on so much. She’s probably more safe with you than she is here… If Gaz does return, then none of us will be safe.”
“I’ll find a way to stop her,” Dib replied. There he stood again, accepting the role of ‘Savior of the Universe.’ But who else could the universe depend on? “Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried at all,” Valerie stated, smiling wide. “Though I would like to hear from Meggy—and you—as often as possible.”
“It’s a promise.” The files finished downloading and stared back at him, full of possibility, on his desktop. “Looks like I have some reading to do.”
“Talk to you soon.” Nodding a swift goodbye, Valerie cut the connection.
The oldest folder was simply named “D.I.B.” Taking a deep breath, he clicked it and commenced reading.
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