by PinkWhirlWind
Disclaimer: I do not own Zim or Dib, or any other properties of Nicktoons…
Warning: While this story will be very pg, at the highest, I'm a shonen ai girl. So imagine where hearts are going in this fic, as they get to be adults.
"Gir!" Zim's eyes narrowed to ruby slits of impatience. "Gir! Where is my servo?"
Gir's little metal feet tapped out of rhythm as he danced towards where his master lay beneath their spaceship. They'd been on Earth for two years. "I love you Piggie!"
"Gir! Just bring me the servo!," Zim snarled, his head twinging with a coming headache, as his robot danced a badly composed song over the smooth, slightly worn floor of the hanger. "You do want the ship to work again, don't you?"
"Piggie wants you to say please," Gir said, thrusting a scruffy rubber squeaky pig into Zim's face.
Zim wished for the metal eating teeth of a Varlinan Beast. "Gir! The servo! I can't hold the secondary drive forever."
"Yes, you can! Master! You can do anything!"
Zim let his head rest on the cool metal floor and his thoughts fill with rising clouds of burning sulfur and nuclear mushroom clouds. In his dreams, humans ran screaming in all directions. He took a slow breath. "Gir. Please."
"Okay, Master," the little robot chirped, running off to get Zim the part he needed to fix the ship.
He'd never feel safe without the ship working. The fate of those babies who had to pose as human babies.. pig smelly babies forever. "Such a fate will not befall me! Gir! Hurry up!"
"Yes, Master!" More clattering little footsteps followed. Gir leaned way over, holding the delicate, imported, very expensive servo part out to Zim.
"Give me that! Be careful! Must I do everything, Gir?" Zim's hands took hold of the precious part.
"Oh, Master, the president on the TV said they had found proof of alien presence on Earth. Do you think the mission is in danger? He said they are going to search for aliens. We're not aliens, are we?"
Zim dropped the servo. "Ahhhhh! NO!" Clutching his chest, "My heart! Gir!"
"Master, you don't have a heart," Gir said, opening the lid on his head to pull out his favorite piggy. "I can make waffles!"
"NO! Gir! We're finished! We're trapped!" He held his chest with both hands, hardly able to breath. Trapped with Pig smelly things forever! "NO! I'm going to have a heart attack."
"But Master," Gir said, squeezing his piggy by Zim's ear, "I love you Piggy! You don't have a heart, Master."