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Endocytosis	By : Alienlint Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Slash - Male/Male Views: 923 -:- 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.

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NOTE: The actual smut won't happen for a few more chapters, so be patient! It will be there, trust me. XD Now enjoy the fic!

Endocytosis: Chapter 1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: None.
Pairing: MAER (Membrane and Elliot)
Summary: As teenagers, Elliot and the Professor shared a ‘special friendship’. However, over the years, they grew apart. Can old feelings be rekindled, or is it all to remain in the past?

Late spring hung heavy in the air. It was a Friday; the children were hours out of skool, but the sun remained in the sky, blessing them with longer days. Happily driving along a normal, peaceful neighborhood was a small, simple car that looked something like the lovechild of a compact and a station wagon. It was a deep blue in color with slightly faded, fake, wood paneling along its sides. Atop the car’s radio antenna was a small, widely grinning smiley face. The driver happily tapped his thumbs to his radio, humming as he drove. A few young children played gleefully with a sprinkler in a nearby yard. Ahead, other children played baseball, suddenly scattering as one hit a ball into a window and an angry fat man instantly leaned out his front door, screaming.

The small car stopped in front of an odd purple house that stood out from its surrounding neighbors. It was the home of the famed Professor Membrane and… some kids. Though it was about the size of the rest of the houses in the neighborhood, it had a slight dark and looming effect to it. Fencing the yard in, but not the side walk, was a thick visible electric current of sorts, guided by metal posts set at each grassy corner. The engine of the mini-station wagon cut off, the pleasant music dying with it, and out stepped a man who simply radiated happiness and good cheer. The man straightened his light brown sweater vest as he walked towards the house, a bundle of papers in his arms. His attire consisted of a white shirt with folded up cuffs, a brown sweater vest with a reddish band running across it, and a pair of pants that splayed over comfortable light brown loafers. He stopped at the front door and reached a hand out to press the doorbell.

A few odd noises bumped around in the house, as well as muffled yelling, before the pink door slowly opened. Out peeked a ruffled boy with odd black hair and large glasses, which were terribly askew. He looked as if he had been shoved down the stairs and adjusted his large glasses. A confused brow rose. “Uhh… Hello?”

“Hiya, Dibkins!” The man grinned. “I’m sure you remember me, I’m Mister Elliot, Gaz’s teacher, and I set up a meeting with your father.”

“Oh yeah.” The brow lowered as Dib stood there blinking with one hand on the door; the other rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, dad is… Well. I dunno where he is.”

“Oh? Well, I should be on time. I--” he paused to lift up the sleeve of the arm free of the bundle. “Oh, would you look at that, silly me. I’m 5 minutes early. I guess I should really get my car’s clock checked.” He nodded to himself as he put the sleeve back down.

“Well. If you scheduled something then I’m sure--” Dib watched a squirrel run into the electric field around the yard, the poor thing twitched and smoked after receiving a loud shock. It lay limp on the sidewalk.

“You know, I used to have a fence for my puppy too. I didn’t like it, poor Scruffims always twitched and smoked just like that whenever he ran into it.” Elliot idly commented before returning to the original subject matter. “I’ll just wait for him.” He nodded with a smile.

“Uh. Okay. Just wait here, I guess.” Dib stepped aside to let the man in and gestured towards the couch.

“Thanks Dibby!” Elliot walked over to the couch and sat down, admiring the interior decorating.

“Do you want a drink or something?” Dib raised a brow as he closed the door.

“Ice water would be fantastic.” The teacher grinned and Dib disappeared into the kitchen, soon returning to hand him the requested drink. “Thanks Dibbers.”

“I was kinda... upstairs, spying on horrible alien activity, and, I’m gonna go back to that. Dad should be home soon, or something.” Dib slowly edged towards the stairs before bolting away to his room.

“Alright, you have fun with that!” Elliot gave a little wave as he took a drink, placing his papers onto his lap.

So Mr. Elliot sat there, patiently. His hands neatly folded with one tilted upward to hold the water by its base. He shifted and crossed one leg over the other, bouncing it slightly. He perked a brow at a sudden noise behind him and glanced back. It was Gaz, making her way into the kitchen, ignoring her teacher. Elliot waved before turning back to hum the same tune he had playing in the car. After a few moments more, there was the sound of a door and heavy boots making their way across the kitchen. Elliot leaned over a little in hopes of catching a glimpse of whoever it was.

“I’m not late!” The Professor himself stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, in a sort of self triumphant pose. He looked the same as always, a large white lab coat that covered half his face, huge black boots, heavily gloved hands, and a pair of strange goggles with a tube that attached to an odd pack on his arm.

Elliot made a little noise before smiling and giving a wave. “Ah. Hello Professor. I’m sure you remember why I wanted to talk to you?” His leg stopped bouncing a moment.

“Ah. Yes. About my daughter, Gaz.” He lowered his arms to be folded across his middle. He moved over to the couch, and then suddenly turned. “You know. The kitchen would be a lot better for this.”

A slight hint of disappointment tugged at Elliot’s lips, but he fought it back with a grin as he rose with his glass and papers, following the professor to sit at the table. “I know I’ve sent you a few notes about Gaz’s behavior.”

Membrane didn’t sit right away. Instead, he moved over to the fridge to look for something to drink. There was no reply until he turned, the fridge door closing behind him as he opened a cola. “Yes, yes. I’ve read them.” He moved to sit across from the other man.

“Well, since it is going to be summer and all soon, I wanted to talk to you about possibly putting her in summer camp.” Elliot flipped through his papers before he slid a little brochure over to the Professor. It was covered in pictures of happy, smiling children canoeing, climbing trees, and doing all sorts of camp related things.

The Professor folded a leg over the other as he idly looked through it. “Hmm… Summer camp.” He mumbled to himself.

“Happy Lakes is a great place for her to meet new friends and have tons of fun.” Elliot grinned before he quietly added “Worked wonders for us.”

Suddenly, Membrane choked on his soda, but quickly righted himself as if nothing odd had happened. “Ah yes.”

“Just think of all the fun she would have. What do you say?” Elliot took a slip of ice water before he folded his hands in front of him. “Don’t you remember all the fun we had?”

“The bees weren’t fun.” Membrane raised a brow. “And I don’t think Gaz is old enough for some of…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Slight color came to Elliot’s cheeks. “They have better counselors. Always keeping an eye on the kids.” He gave a nervous sort of grin.

“Hmm…” The brow lowered and Membrane took a drink of his soda. “And what about the bee problem?”

“I think they got rid of them years ago.” Elliot nodded.

“Good! I don’t want my little girl going through a horrible bee accident.”

“Well, at least you got to sit out on dodge-ball.” Elliot leaned his head on a hand that in turn leaned on the table. “Those other kids sure did like to target me.” He chuckled. “But camp battle scars are half the fun!”

“I didn’t like that camp. I wanted to go to science camp, but there was a mistake in processing my papers. I’m sure you remember.” With a shake of his head, Membrane set his soda down. “Not one bit of science there.”

The blonde man stuck out a lip a little. “But aren’t you glad you went?”

“Well…” There was an awkward pause. “There were some fun things.” Another cough.

“It was magical.” Elliot grinned as he looked back on old memories.

“I suppose…” Goggles stared down at the brochure.

“You certainly didn’t have that attitude at the time.” Elliot lifted a hand to teasingly wag a finger. He tilted his head off the hand that had cradled it.

Membrane just stared before shifting uneasily. “I was a teenager.” The answer was simple.

“Well, don’t worry about Gaz. She’ll be in good hands.” Elliot nodded to his own statement.

“Will you be working as a counselor?” The soda was lifted once more.

“Oh, no. I’ll be working with a few shelters and children’s organizations this summer. I might even take some time off to go to the beach!” His voice squeaked a little at the end, tinged with childlike excitement. “What about you?”

“I’m far too busy to take vacations. The city needs me, no, the world needs me.” A boot tapped a little as he nodded importantly.

“Of course, the great Professor Membrane must have a really busy schedule.” Elliot took a sip of his water, holding his lips there for a moment. “Always so busy…” The comment was idle and slightly disappointed.

“Men of science have little time to spare.” He paused, as if thinking something over, a few fingers resting on his chin in thought. “In fact, I have a meeting in an hour.”

“Oh, well. I just wanted to talk to you about Gaz. She’d love it. She really would. Camp is a fabulous place where kids can make some really neat memories.” The teacher splayed his fingers out a bit in a ‘rainbow’ motion.

“Indeed…” A brow rose as Membrane picked up the paper and handed it back.

“Oh, and---Ee!” Elliot suddenly squeaked as he reached out for the brochure and a sharp edge bit into his finger. A tiny drop of blood began to form and he pulled his hand towards his mouth instinctively.

“No.” A glove suddenly grabbed the teacher’s wrist. “You must clean it properly.”

A hint of color brushed across Elliot’s face and he stood as the Professor began to lead him away. “It is just a little paper cut. I’ll be fine.”

“Just a paper cut? If left untreated, it could lead to a horrible, horrible infection!” Membrane suddenly tugged Elliot into the bathroom and let go of him to open the medicine cabinet and look through it. “You’ll need to wash it…”

“Alright.” Elliot leaned over a little to wash his hands, biting his lip a tad at how close the other was beside him.

“Aha. Here we go.” Finally, Membrane had found a little bottle of disinfectant and a box of Band-Aids. He pulled one of the strips out and turned to the blonde. “Just dry it and…” He paused, watching as Elliot dried his hands on a nearby towel. “This may sting a little. But that’s just the sting of clean.” He took the other’s wrist again and poured the liquid over the wound, tiny bubbles forming along the edges of the cut. After he was satisfied with that, he placed a deep blue Band-Aid, with a tiny cartoon version of his face in the middle, over the cut. “There we go.”

“Thanks, Membrane.” Elliot grinned, not pulling his hand away when the job was finished.

“Well. I’m sure you have other children to recruit for summer camp…” After a moment or so of holding the teacher’s wrist, he let go and awkwardly stepped outside the bathroom, hands behind his back in a very professional manner.

“Oh, no. I’ve got some tests to grade. Going to get right on it when I get home.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around himself, sounding a little too excited about such a boring task.

“Well. I’ll talk over it with Gaz. She should enjoy camp. Videogames may be good for hand eye coordination, but camp…” He paused and stopped himself, his mind a sea of information, though a few particular thoughts demanded his attention.

“She’ll love it.” Elliot grinned and started to scoot past the Professor and head into the kitchen, the other soon following. “Well. I’m sure you’ll have to get ready for that big important meeting.” He gathered up his papers and set them under an arm.

“Yes. That…” He held out a hand to Elliot. “It was nice talking to you, Mister Elliot.”

The teacher looked at the hand a second before taking it for a firm shake. “And it was lovely talking with you again, Membrane. Though,” He shifted a little, like a hopeful child in a candy store, “I’d really like to see you again. If you’re not too busy.”

“You know how busy I am.” The Professor looked down at their hands. “Things have changed.”

“I know.” Disappointment struck again, but he smiled nevertheless. “We had some really great times.” He nodded. “We really did.” He looked up into the thick goggles after a slight pause. “Did it end there?”

The Professor was silent a moment, just staring at the other. “I don’t know.” It was odd saying such a phrase, frustrating too. For once, the Professor was unsure about something.

“Well. I really gotta skedattle.” Elliot smiled and pulled away from the very long handshake, which had lost its ‘shake’ several minutes ago. “I don’t want to keep you from getting ready for that big meeting.” He turned to head for the door, turning before he stepped out. “Goodnight, Professor. And good luck!”

“Goodnight, Elliot.” With that, the door closed and he turned to go prepare for his meeting, all sorts of thoughts tumbling about his mind.
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