No pairings were intended, but I guess you can interpret it however you want. WILL NOT BE CONTINUED! Yeah yeah yeah, I know I need to work on my other stories.
"Fix it."
Lightning flashed outside, followed closely by thunder. The Irken flinched. Smoke was coming off of his skin from where the rain had hit. Water was like acid to his species.
Dib simply stood there holding the door open, shocked to see his sworn enemy begging for help, an odd greenish substance flowing out of his eyes. Was the invader... crying?
Zim fell onto his knees, shaking slightly. He grabbed the human's hand and pressed a small object into it, then collapsed onto the ground, unmoving.
"Zim?" Dib asked quietly. "Zim, if this is another one of your tricks, I swear I'll-" he swallowed. "Zim, come on! ZIM!"
His enemy didn't move. Dib looked at the object in his hands, a tiny silver cube that had broken into three pieces. It was definately not from Earth. Irken technology, then? But what was it? It certainly didn't look like a weapon.
Dib dragged the unconscious alien into the living room. Thankfully, Gaz had retreated into her bedroom, and there was little chance of their father coming home, so for the time being, Zim could rest on the couch.
This was definately a weird situation, even in comparison to what normally went on. Zim, the poorly disguised invader who had been so intent on taking over the earth, and Dib, who had been intent on stopping him and dissecting the alien in the name of science, were enemies.
"So why did you come?" He whispered. Dib looked down at the cube again. What could be so important that Zim had come to his foe's door in the middle of a rainstorm?
Gone were the aspirations of being the boy who unveiled the alien menace. There was still a tiny part of Dib that told him to drag the Irken down to his father's lab and cut it open, but the human couldn't, not even to his worst enemy.
Not while he was like this, anyway.
A small groan came from the couch, jerking Dib out of his thoughts. Zim turned over to face him.
"Ungh... Dib-Stink?" His voice was small and weak. Dib swallowed a lump in his throat, having to remind himself once again that Zim was the bad guy.
"The filter... can you fix it?" The Irken sat up quickly, and put a hand to his forehead, eyes clenched shut.
"I don't know. What is it?" The human inspected the broken 'filter'.
Zim hesitated, hopping off the couch. "It... it... stops me from feeling,"
Dib looked up sharply.
"An emotion filter." Zim explained. "I'm not used to having feelings." The alien's red eyes filled with the green liquid. "Please."
"Can't you fix it?"
Antennae drooped. "My mission was a lie. The tallest only sent me here to keep me from ruining everything." The Irken clenched his fists, and his voice was full of anger and bitterness. "They cut off my Pak's energy source. They broke my filter. They killed Gir!" Zim's shouting stopped as he noticed his claws were digging into the palms of his hands, and thick blue irken blood was dripping onto the carpet.
"I can't help you." Dib whispered. "It's too advanced." Fixing Gir was simple, and a new power source for Zim's Pak could be done, but something designed like this!? There was no way! "I'm sorry."
Dib held a sobbing Zim in an attempt to console the alien. His entire race had abandoned him on a strange planet. The ex-invader was homeless, friendless, and had emotions now to top it all off. The two were both outcasts now. They couldn't be enemies after this if they wanted to be.
Did that make them... friends? Zim didn't know. He just wanted everything to stop.
Emotions hurt too much.