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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
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That morning Dib's dreams were a disturbing collection of images and events. One moment he was running, scared, down a darkened alleyway as the sounds of death and destruction came at him from all directions, the next he was tied down on an autopsy table as hooded scientists cut him open with sharp surgical instruments and he screamed and he screamed at them that he was human but they wouldn't listen...

He awoke with a start and for a surreal moment he had no idea where on earth he was.
Then he remembered. Groaning, he sat up and rubbed at his eyes for a moment. A quick glance at his laptop screen told him the time was 11:31 am, which meant that he had slept for less than four hours.
With a moan he flopped back down on the couch. His tummy rumbled and he realized almost simultaneously that his bladder was full. Sighing, he resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going to get any more sleep anytime soon, and began to go about his day.
First he checked on Zim, who was still tied to the bed and still sound asleep. Figuring that it would be safe to do so, he let the alien out of his foot restraints, but then decided to keep him in the arm restraints just in case.
He then wandered upstairs after that to take care of both feeding and relieving himself. That led him to "talking" to GIR for a bit, who interrupted his morning cartoon watching to demand to know what had happened to his master. Dib reassured the robot that his master was perfectly okay, hoping that he was being truthful in this case. After that he raided the fridge something to eat (Gir has a lot of food for a mechanical whatzit, He thought to himself idly as he inspected the contents). After a quick usage of a convenient corner of the backyard, he went back downstairs again.
It took some convincing, but finally the computer coughed up a clear goopey substance that it said would kill germs and clean, but not cause any harm to befall the Irken. For the next while and feeling very much like he was cleaning his lab, (and not liking it one bit) Dib set about cleaning the room they were in. Zim, for his credit slept through it all and didn't even stir as Dib washed down both his green blood splattered body and the table he was on.
By 2 pm he had finally managed to get all the blood off the far wall and sunk back into the cushions of the couch, exhausted already. He opened his laptop again and listlessly hacked into the school's computers, just to see if he had missed anything at school that day. He hadn't, at least nothing he couldn't catch up on once he got back.
Just as listlessly he wondered if anyone had missed him at school that day. He stopped thinking about it when he realized the only person who might have noticed was his counselor, Ms. England, and that was just depressing.
At 4 in the afternoon Zim still hadn't woken up, and Dib was seriously considering going back to sleep again. He was grumpy, miserable, tired and hungry again. He also vaguely wondered what was wrong with him. He realized that he was sitting right in the mists of tons of really COOL alien machinery, but for some reason he couldn't get up the enthusiasm to do anything with any of it.
"What is wrong with me?" He mumbled, burying his face into a couch cushion. He sighed and rolled over again so that he was peering up at the ceiling. Frowning he lay there and thought, his mind going over all sorts of things. Most of them had to do with Zim. He wondered if the alien would wake up anytime soon. He wondered if he did if he was going to be mentally deficient (at least more than he already was) or normal. He wondered if Zim would be able to see again and if new eyes would grow to replace the ones that had fallen out.
He wondered what had caused him to decide to share the bed with the alien throughout the night and hold him. He had no obligation to the little green creature. Zim was cold, cruel and insane... not something that needed help and sympathy.
'He'd never do that for you,' Dib thought to himself grumpily. 'You know what he'd do. He'd sit back and laugh and TAUNT you. You KNOW he would.' Dib frowned, then sighed one last time and turned on his side, peering miserably over at the table that held the sleeping alien. "Hurray for being human I guess," he muttered to himself bitterly.
It was only a couple minutes later as Dib lay staring despondently at the ceiling when he heard a crashing sound from outside of the room. This was followed by a very familiar sounding "FUCK.", and a couple more crashes.
Dib smiled slightly, but didn't move. He knew that voice.
A couple seconds later Gaz came walking into the room. She held her game system in one hand and a grocery bag in the other.
"Wow." She commented dryly, once she had caught sight of her brother. "Look whose made himself at home."
"Shut up," Dib replied without heat.
Gaz shrugged. The grocery bag she was holding came sailing through the air and landed with a crash at the base of the couch.
Dib managed to get up enough effort to crane his neck over the side of the couch to look at it. It contained food, he noticed, as an apple came rolling to a stop against the side of the couch, close to him. His sister had decided that he might need food. How nice of her, he thought.
"Thanks," Dib mumbled as he sat up and bent down to pick up the wayward apple.
Gaz grunted at him in reply. He watched as she trekked across the room and peered over the side of the bed that Zim was on. Her eyes traveled down the length of his bound body and for the first time in he thought ever, he saw his grumpy anti-social sister blush.
"Oh for crying out loud Dib," She said with a growl, turning away from the bed and looking extraordinarily angry all of a sudden. "Did you even think to cover him?" She asked accusingly.
For a stunned moment, Dib didn't understand why Gaz looked so angry. Then it occurred to him. He shrugged helplessly, suddenly rather embarrassed himself. "His, uh, clothes got all bloody," He returned a bit lamely. "And the towels." Admittedly Zim's nakedness hadn't even bothered him until Gaz had decided to show up...
Gaz raised an eyebrow, glowered at him for a moment or so more, then she shook her head. He watched as she walked across the room, then exited it. A minute or so later she returned, a blanket folded up and tucked under her arm.
"Where did you get that?" Dib asked her as she trekked back over to the alien and covered him with it, taking the time to tuck it in under his shoulders.
Gaz didn't reply. Instead she completed what she was doing and went back to the entrance of the room. There she paused, only long enough to turn back and inspect her brother where he sat.
"If... he dies, I get the base." She said.
Dib's jaw dropped slightly. "Hey!" He protested. "You can't have...!" But by that time Gaz was already gone.
It was at school. He had captured Zim, pinning the little wriggling bit of alien flesh beneath his larger body. The alien panted, wearied from the chase, and growled up at him from between clenched teeth. For a moment he wondered why the alien did not attack him back-- push spider legs out from his pack and toss him off of his smaller form with his superior strength, but then the world faded from all about him. He looked up, distracted by the changing shapes and colors all around.
When he took in his surroundings again he became aware of the fact that he was in one of Zim's many labs. Zim was still pinned beneath him, squirming desperately to get away, and suddenly he had an evil thought. He reached up with one hand and grabbed at the alien's face, yanking his fake hair from his head and his contacts from his eyes. He then reached down again, grabbing for the alien's free arm and pinning it back to the side of his body...
Zim glowered up at him, obviously unhappy with this turn of events. "Let me GO!" He ranted loudly. "Or I'll make sure you regret it!"
Dib only smirked in reply. Suddenly they were both naked and Zim's eyes widened. He didn't look so sure of himself anymore. "Dib?" His questioned, his voice thin and uncertain.
Dib still didn't reply. All of a sudden he felt both hot and cold at the same time, and for a fearful moment he wondered if he was really going to go through with it. Then he did, and in one swift snap of his hips he slid into the warm body. He groaned with the sensation. It felt so good, violating the alien-- invading the invader. Zim's head fell back, his mouth slightly open as he gasped for breath, a low keening escaping from his throat, his long alien tongue snaking out to moisten--
"Dib?"
Dib awoke with a start, disorientated... and unbearably aroused. For a moment he stared up at the ceiling, trying desperately to piece together what was real and what was not, when Zim's voice called out to him again.
"Dib human?" It asked, sounding a bit plaintive.
Dib sat up quickly, rubbing at his eyes. A quick glance at his laptop told him it was 8:21 PM. He had slept for a little less than an hour. Wearily the human got to his feet. After a bit of shuffling around and a mental command at his body to behave, he trekked over to the table. He noted as he approached that Zim had kicked the blanket from atop his body with his feet, but his arms where still tied. With the mental images from his dream still crashing about his head Dib nearly did a double take. He never thought seeing Zim tied to a table could be so... erotic. Then he remembered himself. "Y-yeah?" He asked, blushing despite himself. 'I need to think of something else... quickly...'
"I think I'm done now," The alien said, giving him a particularly haughty look. Dib was relieved to see that the Irken's eyes had been replaced with new red ones, and even these looked a little bit shinier and brighter than the last. They were mesmerizing...
Zim tugged against his restraints as if to remind him. "Release me." He demanded, his voice sharp and abrasive.
Dib blinked, then hesitated for a moment. "Are you sure you're not going to hurt yourself anymore?" He asked, forcing his voice to be a more normal accusingly toned one.
Zim's lovely new eyes narrowed dangerously. Dib didn't even wait for him to speak again. He went for the first strap, undoing it quickly.
The second one followed suit just as fast.
Zim wasted no time. The moment he was free he leapt to his feet. When Dib looked up at the alien, the alien's hand snaked out, grabbing Dib by his forearm. The human let out a little yelp as claws began to dig into his flesh. That didn't stop Zim... if anything the alien gripped his arm tighter... until Dib had nearly doubled over onto himself. "Zim!" He cried out.
The alien merely narrowed his eyes dangerously. "This is all your fault Dib human!" the alien hissed.
For a split second Dib wondered if he was still dreaming and the dream had just decided to turn into a nightmare on him. He winced as he realized the pain was far too real for this to be a dream. He stared at the alien. "How could you possibly blame this on me?" He yelled as he tried to yank his arm free. "In case you didn't notice it was YOU who decided to go into heat-- Zim!" He cried out again as the alien twisted his arm in his grasp, wrenching the human closer to him.
"If you hadn't kidnapped me in the first place, this would have never happened." Zim spat out, his red eyes full of rage. He reached out, grabbing the human's other arm and hauling him even closer still. "You did this, you HORRIBLE..."
Dib wasn't listening anymore. Instead he had begun to struggle, managing to yank his second arm free again. That one he used to push the alien away from himself. Zim only dung in harder with the arm he still held.
That was enough. "FUCK! Zim! Let go! You're hurting me! Stop...!" He stopped trying to yank away and instead punched the alien with his free hand.
The punch caught the alien squarely across the jaw and Zim finally let him go, which caused them both to fall to the floor.
Almost as quickly as he had begun, Zim stopped his attack on the human. Getting to his feet abruptly, the alien ran across the room and called out for the same control panel he had used when he had first lost his pack. With a few quick taps he called forth the interface again.
"Computer! Fix my clothing!" He ordered. With that he stepped away from the computer and stood still in front of it.
For a second the computer seemed to hesitate. Then "All right..." It grumbled.
"I fixed the computer," Dib announced unnecessarily from behind Zim.
The alien ignored him.
Sighing, Dib sat back and watched as twin egg shaped objects ejected from the walls and came towards Zim. They encased the small alien and a second later fell away, leaving a fully disguised and clothed alien in their wake.
Zim blinked, inspecting the cuffs of his new jacket. "I didn't need this computer!" He announced, sounding disgruntled. With that he shrugged off the jean jacket. "Or this or this..." The contacts and hair followed suit, falling to the floor. Soon a clothed but very alien invader stood in front of Dib.
Without giving Dib a second glance, the alien stuck his nose in the air and marched from the room.
"Zim?" Dib called out after him. "Zim!" He tried again when there was no reply.
Still no answer. Dib was just about to follow the alien when he realized that there was no point. Especially if Zim seemed bent on ignoring him. Sighing he wandered back over to the couch. It was... disappointing. Not a word of thanks. Nothing except for a row of clawlike bruises along both his arms from Zim, a cut along his neck from Zim's pak, and a bruised and sore body.
"I hate this," Dib whined out loud to whoever would listen. Which was no one. Finally he managed to gather up the energy to pack his stuff in his bag. Grumbling he shouldered it... and stood there considering. After a moment he walked across the room to the pile of junk. Shoving a few choice alien artifacts in his bag, he then walked to the front of the room. For a moment he stood in the doorway, taking in the room where he had just spent the last 24 hours, then with a sigh he turned away.
He managed to get all the way out of the house without so much of having to hug Gir's pet monkey "smokey". In fact he was all the way down the walk and one house away when the house behind him erupted into a ball of flame.
He turned back around, his mouth hanging open. For a long moment that was all he could do, as he took in the wall of orange and yellow flames. For the second time in a little less than an hour he wondered if he was still stuck in a dream or some kind of nightmare. It was only when a metallic object hit him over the head that he distracted back to the present. Dib looked down as the metal object made a particular metallic-y clank on the pavement.
"Hi!" A rather charred Gir said up at him, waving an equally charred hand at the same time.
Dib managed to shut his jaw long enough to stutter out some sentences. "Gir! I didn't ... I mean I didn't do that!" He pointed wildly to the now totaled base. "That wasn't me!" And then he allowed himself to look back at the base and really look at it... and gape at it in complete awe. Flames were arching into the darkened night sky, licking along the rod that held up Zim's aerial antennae on his roof. "That's incredible..."
And then he realized that if it wasn't a dream, then who had been in that house. "Zim!" He gasped. "ZIM!"
Something warm and soft touched his arm. He looked down desperately to see Gir was holding a rather charred stuffed animal up to him, offering it to him. Dib pushed it away abruptly. "No Gir!" He said quickly. "ZIM!" He tried to run up to the house, but the incredible heat pushed him back again before he could even step foot on the lawn. It was hopeless...
"Go home son."
Rubbing the smoke from his tearing eyes, Dib stared blearily up at fireman. He had watched, alternating between feelings of shock and concern for nearly an hour as the firemen came and battled to put out the blaze, as well as preventing it from spreading to the nearby houses. Presently there was nothing left of the alien's house... even the lawn gnomes had been destroyed... melted it appeared, in the incredible heat from the fire. It was a fact that he refused to accept. His mind just couldn't comprehend that one moment he had been walking away and the next the base was just gone...
The fireman smiled at him kindly. "Go home," he repeated. "It's two in the morning. You should get some sleep."
Dib blinked. "But I..." He said. He made a motion at the charred wreckage. "My friend..." He nearly choked on the words, but even as he said them he knew they were true. Zim was his friend. And, pending a miracle, he was very dead.
The fireman's face fell. For a moment he studied Dib's face in a searching manner then turned back to look at the house. "I'm sorry son," he said finally. "But there is no way anyone could have survived that." He must have seen something on Dib's face because he apologized again. "I'm sorry," he repeated.
Dib stared at the house for a long time. Finally he shook his head slightly and forced himself to turn away. Still feeling like everything was more than slightly surreal, he trudged to the end of the street and after a moments hesitation turned towards home. He was so shocked and lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice the military vehicle sitting at the end of the street as he walked by it...
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