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Chapter 68: Taquitos

******This chapter is dedicated to Abhorson and vilmary, my new reviewy-peeps of doom! *lurve*!!

Zim woke groggily, his head aching. He must have dozed off at Dib’s bedside…he hadn’t realized he’d been so tired. He felt a warm touch against one of his antennae, and he jerked upright, his eyes wide.

“Hey.” Dib murmured, his face still deathly pale, his features worn with exhaustion. “So I hear that GIR saved the day, huh?”

Blinking at Dib for a few seconds, Zim didn’t know what to say. GIR had done it…the procedure had worked…and after being in a deep coma for a few days, on the thin line between life and death, Dib was sitting there gazing at him as if he’d had nothing but a very bad cold. Zim leapt to his feet and wrapped his arms around him, stroking Dib’s back possessively, inhaling the scent of his human’s hair and groaning.

“I thought you were going to die,” he said softly.

Dib smiled and wrapped his arms around Zim as well, resting his head against his lover’s shoulder. “I’m very, very glad I didn’t.”

Zim sighed, his eyes drifting closed and his antennae relaxing against the top of his head. “I’m not sure what I would have done if you had.”

Frowning slightly, Dib hugged Zim tighter. “You would have gone to Irk and been Ordained, Zim. That’s what I would have wanted for you.”

Zim smiled a little, sliding one of his hands along Dib’s bare back, running his fingers along the bumps of Dib’s spine. “I know. But I would have missed you, Dib-worm.”

Dib chuckled at the old nickname. “I know, Spaceboy.”

Zim rolled his eyes, then looked over at the monitors. “Your vitals seem to be back to normal…”

Turning his head, Dib watched the lines on the EEG and cardiac monitor screens, then nodded. “Yeah…”

Reaching up and holding Dib’s jaw lightly, Zim turned Dib back to face him and kissed him softly. When his human moaned and responded eagerly, Zim sighed in relief, finally reassured that Dib would be all right. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss further, there was a soft sound that made Zim jump. When he raised his head, he felt his cheeks flush. “777…”

The Vortian nodded, smiling a little and indicating the monitors. “The device has been fully deactivated. It won’t trouble him again.”

Dib closed his eyes, sighing heavily in relief.

“And my SIR unit?”

777 smirked, standing up and rubbing the back of his aching neck. “He went to get some taquitos.”

Zim and Dib both chuckled at that, and Zim shook his head. “That’s fine.” He kissed the top of Dib’s head, a few inches from the bandages, and murmured softly to him. “I need to go and make arrangements for 777. He’s been working in the sick bay since we brought him on board.”

Dib nodded, then held out a hand to the Vortian.

Puzzled, 777 stepped forward, quirking a horn as he looked curiously at the outstretched hand.

“Sorry, I forgot…” Dib smiled. “It’s a human tradition. Put that hand in mine…yeah, like that.” He shook 777’s hand. “Thank you for your help. I owe you…a lot.”

777 smiled. “I have my freedom. That’s all I need.”

Zim nodded and then put a hand on 777’s shoulder. “Come with me and I’ll have someone fit you for a standard uniform. Once I’ve been Ordained, you’ll be fitted for Advisor’s robes, but until then, I don’t have the authority to give you that rank.” He led 777 out the door, then turned back and looked at Dib, smiling. “I won’t be long. Get some rest.”

*

About an hour later, Dib was sitting in a hot, luxurious bath of gel, purring as Zim nuzzled the nape of his neck, washing his back with long, sensuous strokes.

“So how did you…mmm…how did you get him on board?” Dib relaxed against the side of the tub, his eyes drifting closed as Zim ran a cloth soaked in gel over his shoulders. He still felt exhausted, even though he’d eaten like a horse as soon as he’d left the sick bay.

“We did a switch at the prison where he was being held.” Zim ran the cloth down one of Dib’s arms, trailing his tongue over the edge of Dib’s shoulder blade, grinning when his human shivered.

“A switch? Who did you put in his place?”

“That Lokis Vortian.” Zim replied, beginning to wash Dib’s other arm.

Dib stiffened and turned around, his expression dismayed. “What? Why? Why him?”

Zim sighed. “You said that I could trust him. I wanted to be sure. And you were right; he did prove himself when the time came. He is waiting for me to return and order his release once I have attained my rank as Tallest.”

Dib looked at Zim uncertainly. “You left him there. Are you really going to go back and get him out?”

Frowning, Zim nodded. “I gave him my word that I would.”

Gazing at his lover for a long time, Dib finally nodded. “Thank you.” Dib smiled a little, then sighed and slipped his arms around Zim’s neck. “This is nice…”

Zim grinned, stroking his hands up and down Dib’s back. “Yes…” He sucked at Dib’s throat, addicted to the salty taste of his skin. “I’ve missed this, a lot.”

Dib smiled, tilting his head back, pulling away when he remembered something. “Have you worked out anything that will solve the problem with Red and Purple?”

His antennae stretching and curling a little, Zim yawned and shook his head. “No. I’ve been busy with…more important things.”

Dib blushed, then cleared his throat shyly. “I…I was going to say…before all this stuff happened…is there any way you can do it surgically? Is there anything in the Irken skeleton you can manipulate to make them shorter? They’re only…what, eight inches taller than you, right?”

Zim nodded.

The human stretched. “It’d depend on their skeletal structure, I guess. Like…what does the skeleton look like? Would it kill them if you removed a few vertebrae? It would shorten out their spine and make them shorter, at least.”

“I would have to speak with the Medical Officers on board…but that would certainly be a better alternative. I don’t really like the idea of killing them.”

Dib nodded, then rested his head against Zim’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “You’ve really matured over the last eight months, Zim…”

The Irken quirked an antenna, puzzled. “How do you mean?”

Dib smiled. “You’re acting like a leader. You weren’t like that before. Now you’re looking out for me…and the crew…and even Red and Purple, in spite of the fact that they’re complete jerks.”

Zim nodded slowly. “I suppose…”

Chuckling, Dib shook his head. “I think you’re a lot more insightful now, too. Plus whatever you did saved my life.” Dib turned around fully, wrapping his legs around Zim’s waist under the gel. “Thank you.” He murmured, nuzzling the side of Zim’s neck and leaning up, sucking gently on the end of one of Zim’s antennae.

Zim groaned, shuddering and sliding his hands down Dib’s back to grasp his buttocks, squeezing them firmly. “Are you even up to this?”

There was silence for a minute or so, and then the sound of Dib’s soft snoring.

Zim chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess not.”

*

Late in the evening, after convening with the Medical Officers, Zim sat at a console, monitoring a few cameras supervising work being done on a nearby planet’s surface. Enhancing the image, he focused in on one of the workers and programmed the camera to follow every movement, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in front of him.

Such a sluggish despondence…a lack of initiative, of drive or purpose. And depression…disappointment showed through in those eyes…very close to suffering. It reminded him of when he had been exiled to Foodcourtia. There was a dullness in those eyes, and he didn’t like it being there, in spite of his past with this particular Irken. Zim wanted life in those eyes…a proud fire that should be in the eyes of any Irken …the fire that had been there before.

Zim called one of the Techs over. “Go and fetch me Invader Ryu. I have a job for her to do.”

“Yes, my Tallest.” The Tech saluted and ran off, returning about seven minutes later with a slim, purple-eyed female Invader with long, delicate antennae that curled just slightly at the tips, as did her long lashes.

Invader Ryu stood at attention and saluted. “You summoned me, my Tallest?”

Zim smiled, nodding. “At ease.” He turned and indicated the monitor. “I want you to go down to the planet’s surface with a Spittle Runner. I want that worker to be brought on board.”

Invader Ryu nodded and saluted. “Yes, my Tallest.”
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