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Snuff Out a Thousand Suns	By : Evermist Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 2893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Another week came and passed with nothing of interest happening, and Zim growled. He could walk a fair amount on his own now, but the drones didn’t want him going off without someone to help, and so he was still restricted to mostly bed rest. Gaz was sitting on a bed next to the Irken’s, playing her GameSlave, and GIR had disappeared to the entertainment room to watch TV. Zim was so bored. So very bored. Being perpetually stuck in this state hadn’t done anything to make the Invader grow used to it, and Gaz wasn’t doing anything to help. He sighed loudly, and the girl glanced up for a second.

“Yes?”

“Zim is bored,” the Irken stated, crossing his arms. “Rectify this.”

“Okay,” Gaz grumbled, thinking for a moment. “Explain your time system to me.”

Zim cocked an eye ridge. “That would be boring. Why should Zim explain such simple things?”

“Well, you told me to give you something to do. I’ve got a basic understanding, but I don’t get how I’m going to age off of Earth,” the human barked, mashing buttons on her game. “Shtirk said Earth was about six times faster than everything else, so does that mean I’m going to die six times faster? Live six times longer? What?”

The Irken thought for a moment. “I believe Gaz will probably age six times more slowly than you did on Earth. Most of you hyumans’ reasons for growing old so quickly was due to your poor diets and high gravity, so Zim doesn’t see why you wouldn’t live longer out here.”

“All right,” Gaz said, switching her game off as the credits played. “So, my birthday was coming up when the planet was destroyed. When would it be now?”

Zim tilted his head to the side, lifting his antenna curiously. “Birth day?”

“You know. Birth day. Exactly what it sounds like. The day you’re born?”

“Ah!” Zim smirked. “You mean your Activation Ceremony.”

“I guess.”

“The same distance away that it would have been on Earth. Why would it be different?” Zim said, rolling onto his stomach. His back was getting stiff from lying still for so long.

Gaz frowned, ready to argue that it wouldn’t actually be. Earth days didn’t divide evenly into the Irken’s calender. She opened her mouth for a moment, thought better, and decided to just go along with Zim. It would be easier than trying to convince him he was wrong, anyway. “Okay then, Zim. In that case, you owe me a visit to this Miyamotian planet for my birthday present in three days.”

“Prezzunt?” Zim asked, tilting his head again.

“Yeah. Birthday present.” The two were silent for a few seconds, and Gaz sighed. “Let me guess. This ‘Activation Ceremony’ doesn’t include presents?”

Zim shook his head. “Zim does not know what these prezzunts are. Explain!”

Gaz clenched her teeth for a moment. She was not going to miss out on a birthday present just because this stupid alien was too stupid to buy her something, and if she did, he was going to regret it. “A present is something you buy for people you like. Remember that whole Santa thing? You were throwing presents left and right. People give out presents on holidays and birthdays.”

“And why should Zim give you a prezzunt for your birth day?”

“Because,” Gaz growled, “when I helped you out of our basement, you said you’d take me to this Miyamotian planet, and if you don’t, you will wish more than anything that you had.” She walked from the other bed over to Zim’s, glaring at the Irken. “Got it?”

Zim recoiled a bit as Gaz leaned over him. “Zim will take you to the Miyamotians; don’t worry. I don’t know if we will be able to go soon; we can’t just demand that the Massive take a detour to go, and the medical drones still refuse to let Zim out on his own.”

Gaz smirked. “Well, aren’t we lucky, then. I’ve been talking to Flurn, and he says not only are we going to be pretty near Miyamotia tomorrow, but he wants to go down and pick up a new game. I think he could probably convince the drones to let you go for a day.”

The Irken felt a flash of excitement in his squeedlyspooch at the idea of a whole day spent with Flurn, and quickly tried to crush it back down. Flurn wasn’t interested in a short little bug like Zim; he’d proven that a long time ago. Even if they had eaten lunch together for almost a month. The taller Irken was probably just trying to be friendly. They had been close once, so Flurn probably just wanted to rekindle their friendship. And besides, Zim was sure that all the little brushes Flurn had made against the smaller male’s skin had been accidental. Flurn had always been terrible at flirting, and rather oblivious about physical things.

The Irken nodded to Gaz. “All right then. Zim shall accompany you and the Tallest to the Miyamotians! A hyuman like yourself will need protecting against the inhabitants, after all.” He could deal with being with Flurn for a day. He just had to keep a handle on himself, and make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

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Zim spent the next morning’s therapy session bragging happily about how he was going to be able to leave the ship for a few units. The drones weren’t allowed to leave unless the Tallest personally gave them a vacation, and Flurn hadn’t given them any special permissions like he had given to Zim. After lunch, Flurn was going to have Gaz re-install the spider legs on Zim’s Pak, and then they’d be on Miyamotia until dinner. The drones patiently nodded through the Invader’s ramblings, happy that he’d said he would be taking his defective SIR unit onto the planet with him. An afternoon without that broken piece of machinery would be more than enough of a vacation for them, thank you very much; so when it came time to see the small group off of the ship, the drones almost didn’t mind when GIR knocked over three shelves in the healing quarters in its excitement. Almost, anyway.

Zim happily lifted himself into the Shuver they would be taking off the Massive with his newly-replaced spider legs, smiling at how smoothly they moved. His old ones had been in rather poor shape since his molt. They hadn’t been made to hold an Irken much taller than about three and a half marks. These new ones, however, would hold up to six marks, so long as the Irken using them didn’t let themselves get overweight.

Settling himself into the front side seat, Zim retracted the legs, and delegated GIR to the back. Most ships only had one seat in the front, and the Invader wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass by. Riding ‘shotgun’, as he’d heard hyuman children argue for, was a rare pleasure, and apparently the hyumans had viewed it as the same position of power the Irkens did.

Gaz was the next to climb into the ship, snatching the driver’s seat for herself. GIR squealed happily, trying to climb over the seats to the girl, but Flurn pulled the robot back as he settled in the back. “Shtirk’s had you fly some of our spare ships to get some practice in, right?” the purple-eyed Irken asked as the Shuver automatically strapped him into place.

The girl gave her head a brief shake as she glanced over the controls. “No, but I figured out your Spittle Runners and something of Zim’s without any problems. This’ll be a piece of cake.”

The Irkens exchanged slightly nervous looks as Gaz started the ship up, and the Massive opened to let them out. Gaz smirked, grabbing something that looked quite similar to a joystick, and slammed it forward until it was nearly horizontal, and the Shuver took off, GIR laughing madly and the Irkens on board shrieking in terror.

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“.......You’re not driving back to the Massive.”

Gaz rolled her eyes, frowning. “Why not, you big baby? I got us here fine.”

Flurn stared wide-eyed at the hyuman for a moment, fingers still digging into the Shuver’s seat. “Barely!” He spun to Zim, who was still shaking a bit. “You’re driving back. Don’t let her have the controls. That’s an order.” The Invader nodded slightly, carefully lifting himself from the ship with his spider legs, and instructing GIR to stay put. They didn’t need to be paying for anything he broke. Flurn sighed, forcing himself to release the seat, and stepped out of the ship. “Okay. All right. We’re alive. Now, come on. I need to get my copy of Dookiebon: Soulblack before they run out of Mactopus figures.”

Gaz snorted as they started towards the nearest store. “Dookiebon? That game’s for babies, and each one’s exactly the same! A bunch of new freaks to catch, and the same path through the game.”

“It is not,” the Irken argued. “There’s a lot more to the games than catching the Dooks! You can train them and breed them, and most of the fun comes from making them fight other players, anyway.”

“Whatever,” the hyuman sighed as they walked into the store. “Zim, you’re gonna buy me whatever the newest GameSlave they have is, and some games for it.”

A large gray blob wriggled over to the girl, coming to a sort-of stop in front of her. Gaz cocked an eyebrow at the creature. It had stopped wriggling, but it had somewhere around twenty tentacles coming off of it in all directions, and they were squirming a bit. The girl couldn’t help remembering something kind of similar to it she’d seen on a DVD Dib had left in the living room when he was fourteen. That day had made her swear off anything that came from Japan except video games, and Dib’s nose had never really healed quite right after she finished with him. The alien gurgled, and Gaz glanced at Zim. It gurgled again, followed by a few squeaks and another gurgle. “Hey, Zim? What the hell is this thing?”

The Irken glanced over, gave a quick nod at nothing in particular and carried himself over to the two. “This is a Miyamotian,” he said before turning and gurgling back at the blob. They squeaked and gurgled back and forth for a few moments, and then started across the store. Zim motioned for Gaz to follow, and she did, glancing at Flurn who had already opened his new game and was starting it up on his GameSlave. “I’ve explained you need the latest Slave, so she just needs to know what kind of games you want.” The hyuman nodded, looking over the shelves as they walked, occasionally reaching up and pulling something down.

About a unit later, Gaz had finally picked out all the games she wanted, so Zim paid for them and the GameSlave, told Flurn they were done, and they walked back to the Shuver. It had been about a unit and a half’s flight from the Massive to the planet’s surface, so Flurn suggested they just find somewhere to eat on Miyamotia before going heading back to the planet. After a short flight around the planet, with Zim driving this time, they found a Shloogorgh’s, parked, and went in.

The group ate for a little while, chatting about the various goings-on of the Massive, and laughing at GIR stealing other people’s food. None of his victims were stupid enough to yell at the Tallest over him, and so the restaurant emptied out fairly quickly. Gaz slipped off to the restroom after finishing her Vort dogs, smirking at the sight of GIR attempting to play the Doom song on the cash register.

Zim sucked lazily at his milkshake as a comfortable silence fell over him and Flurn. After a few moments, he jerked a bit, glancing under the table. A black-clad foot was gently nudging against his own boot, and the Invader’s cheeks flushed a slightly darker green. “My Tallest..?”

Flurn’s smile grew a little, and he brushed a little more firmly. “Yes, Zim?”

The Invader twitched slightly. “Zim’s legs are still rather...sensitive from the Dib’s treatment.”

The purple-eyed Irken’s smile disappeared, and he quickly pulled his leg back. The silence turned a bit awkward for a few moments before Flurn decided to try again, slowly walking his fingers across the table to the shorter Irken’s. They met Zim’s left hand, brushed gently against the bandages that the drones had wrapped it in, and curled around the two fingers remaining on it. Zim fought himself briefly before carefully slipping his hand out of the other’s grip. “My Tallest, Zim does not think you should be doing this.”

Flurn frowned slightly, pulling his arm back across the table. “Why not?”

Zim blinked at the taller Irken, and was silent for a few seconds. “You...” He stopped, looking away. “You hurt Zim,” he murmured, sipping at his milkshake again. “What we had before was nearly all Zim had. He had you, and Fleem. Shtirk didn’t like us being together, so Zim had already lost him, and after you left, Fleem didn’t care much for Zim’s constant screaming, and she left, too.” He turned back, staring straight into Flurn’s eyes. His antenna wilted against his skull unhappily. “You left him completely alone. How is Zim supposed to believe you won’t just cast him aside when you get tired of him again, hm?”

Flurn’s own antennae drooped, and he slid out of his side of the booth and into Zim’s. He wrapped his arms around the smaller male’s shoulders, murmuring his name over and over, and bent to press his forehead into the crook of Zim’s neck. He remained like that for a long moment before pulling his head up, and tilting Zim’s chin to make eye contact. “I did not want to leave you, Zim,” he whispered. “It was only because I was growing. I was never tired of you. If I could have done anything to keep us together, and you safe, I would have, but I couldn’t.” He rubbed an antenna against Zim’s before continuing. “I’ve tried for so long to convince Shtirk that the height restrictions on mates is ridiculous, but he won’t even try to take it before the Control Brains. He just always says they won’t budge, and refuses to even consider it.”

He paused again, continuing to rub their antennae together. A pleasant, quiet humming came from where they touched. “I’m not going to ask how you had such a large growth spurt, because the how isn’t important. What is, is that you’re over five marks, and nobody can tell us no.” He released the smaller Irken’s antenna and shoulders, sliding in his seat to give Zim a little more space. “I don’t expect you to forgive me quickly or easily, if at all, but...just know that if I could do things over again, I would take you, and fly wherever we’d have to that we could be together without being deactivated.”

Zim was quiet for a moment. His brain was warning him not to trust Flurn; not after the pain he’d been in for so long. On the other hand, something warm and bubbly near his squeedlyspooch was screaming at him to just throw all caution to the wind and go back to what had made him happier than anything else ever had, before or since. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and repeated both actions. After a few times of doing this, he gave up, crawled into Flurn’s lap, and touched the tip of his antenna against the base of Flurn’s before settling against his chest. “Zim...I don’t think I will forgive you yet, My Tallest,” the Invader said quietly, “but perhaps with time. Time and contact.” He nodded. Being able to just feel his lover had been one of the things he’d missed most after being left alone.

A happy squeal came from the cash register, and GIR came flying at them. “You so preshuuuus!” he cooed, wrapping his arms around Flurn’s head. “You my mama now?!”

“Nah, that’d be Zim,” Gaz said, sitting back down at the table with a basket of fries.

Zim glared at the hyuman, snatching a handful of her fries. “Zim is no female parental unit!”

GIR shrieked happily, wriggling against the back of Flurn’s head. “Master’s my mama!” he screamed before erupting into a fit of giggles and falling to the floor.

Two more baskets of fries and several failed attempts by Zim to make GIR stop calling him Mama later, the group decided they should get heading back, and walked back out to the Shuver. As they were climbing in, another Shuver came down, landing next to them, and three Irkens climbed out, and stood facing Zim. Flurn motioned to the others to wait for a moment before going over to see what they wanted.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking down at them.

One soldier stepped forward, saluting. She glanced past the Tallest at Zim for a moment before motioning to the others who’d arrived with her, and addressing Flurn. “My Tallest, we’ve been sent to collect the Irken called Zim. Tallest Shtirk has determined him to be a criminal, and highly dangerous to the Irken hierarchy.” The other soldiers surrounded Zim, clamping a pair of the same handcuffs they’d used on Dib before on his wrists, and started dragging him back towards their Shuver.

“Now, hang on one second!” Flurn barked. “We were just on our way back anyway, so he’ll be fine coming with us, thanks. And how is Zim dangerous to the hierarchy?”

The soldier Flurn had been speaking with cocked an eye ridge. “That’s classified information. Tallest Shtirk told us not to let anyone know what we were taking him for, and to make sure we brought him back to the Massive.” She turned and started towards her Shuver, but was stopped when Flurn grabbed her shoulder.

“I’m a Tallest too, you know! If Shtirk gave you classified information, I’m high enough ranking that you will tell me what it is!” he yelled. “Now tell me, release Zim, and we’ll bring him back!”

The soldier sighed, motioning at the others to continue what they were doing. “Tallest Shtirk said you might give us some trouble about this. He had wanted to inform you of this himself, but said we could tell you if we needed.” She gently reached up, and slid Flurn’s hand from her shoulder. “Tallest Shtirk realized this morning that he’s going to molt sometime soon. He says you haven’t shown any of the early signs of molting, and so until you do, you are to be regarded with Taller status, not Tallest. If you don’t molt at all, your demotion will be permanent. Therefore, you do not have the right to know what Zim’s crime is at this time, and cannot override our orders to bring him back ourselves.” With that, she turned, climbed into the pilot’s seat of her Shuver, and took off.

Gaz blinked slowly. “What just happened?”

“I...” Flurn stopped, blinking and swallowing. “I think I just lost Zim.”

GIR glanced at his two remaining companions before turning and watching the Shuver quickly shrinking in the distance. “Mama?”

~*~*~

I don’t own Invader Zim. This is obvious. If I were Mr. Vasquez, I’d be too busy vomiting out of every orifice on my body from the sheer thought of Zim having a sexual relationship with any of the other characters to be typing this right now.

And the plot thickens. Man, I think I had more angst in that one paragraph where Zim was talking to Flurn than I’ve ever written in anything put together! Damn.
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