So hurray for my first story on ! Rock out loud!
Well, here is the first chapter. I don't know what to say exactly other then I hope to get as many reviews as possible.
WARNINGS: This is a SpAZR. That means, Spork and Zim romance.
The ratings will go up in later chapters.
And kids? What is higher then a T?
So, try not to get attached to the story if you are too young to read such things.
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The days seemed to roll by more slowly each time Zim sets foot out the door. Nothing seemed more painful the watching each hour inching by, taking its sweet time in taunting Zim with its uselessness.
So Zim buried himself in his schoolwork, slowly working himself to the top of the class. Soon enough, he was even able to knock Dib off his teachers pet's status by exceeding in the fields of science and mathematics. Of course, no matter how much the perfect hundreds seem to torment Dib, it all still seemed so worthless.
Nothing was like the 'good old days'. After years on Earth, the truth eventually broke though the Ex-Invaders head about his true value on Irk.
Soon enough, he forced himself to return much of his weapons and battle equipment back to Irk. He never got so much as a thank you, but it was somehow pleasurable knowing that in some way he was helping out with the ongoing war that was still pushing in without him.
So to distract himself, Zim craved for praise and awards. In his freshman year of high school, he had already received a full ride scholarship to any university of his choice… not that he planned on going anywhere after graduation.
But this had a price, as his grades went up his social status went down. Well… lower then it was before. Even Dib, his most respected enemy had begun to tease him about his study habits.
It was only when after school tutoring sessions ended, and Zim was alone with his few and dear robotic friends he felt a slight tug of hope. Being surrounded by familiar sights of the 'good old days' helped him feel normal.
Lying back on his chair, Zim gazed across his lab. He forced a chuckle out, remembering poor Nick… How was Zim to know humans needed so much water?
"Pitiful humans!" Zim yelled out, but his voice lacked energy and sprit. "I Zim am so much better!"
Zim paused, listening to the echoes in the vacant room. A response screams back in a childish manner. "MAST'A! I GOTS TOCO BOOTS!"
A visible shudder. Zim did not want to see those taco boots… or smell them for that matter.
The computer spoke up. "Sir, permission to speak?"
Zim rolled his eyes. "Don't you do so if I say no anyways?"
The computer decided not to answer that question. "Sir, I'm getting worried about you."
Save for the insane screaming from Gir, who was in some unknown location of the base at the moment, there was a dead silence. Slowly and carefully, Zim spoke back. "You can't feel computer, you don't have a soul."
If the computer could, it would have slapped him. But he didn't for the following reasons. One: Zim was his master and was programmed to protect Zim and not harm him. Two: The computer had to hands to slap with.
"Then what of you and Gir?" The computer asked hotly. "And Mini Moose for that manner?"
Zim shrugged. "What of us?"
Another dead silence, as there didn't seem to be anything to be said after that bold statement.
Then, there was a jolt of energy that surprised even the computer. The screen began to blink red, as it always did when there was an incoming transmission.
"Sir…" The computer said. "Should we respond? It is a unlisted number."
The only response was slight nod of approval from Zim and another remark of crazy tacos from Gir.
The screen flickered to life, revealing a startling sight. Zim's eyes widened, as he was expecting something more along the lines of the following scenarios.
Tak: Zim you fool! I some how survived and now I will finish you off!
Sizz Lord: ZIM! I am going to force you back to my restraint… Oh but you won't be handling the food anymore. You will be in charge of the new indoors playpen I installed for the children. And we all know how much you love children. DIE YOU DAMN FOOL!
Skooge: Hey buddy! Let hang out some time and talk about our feelings!
Tallest: Um… Yeah. Just wanted to let you know we still hate you. Blah, blah, blah, you are a defect… You know what we mean.
But this was something completely different. This was an Irken that Zim at first glance was sure he had never seen before.
The Irken was tall, as tall as his Tallest even! But he was awfully thin, and looked exhausted and desperate. Paper-thin clothes hung loosely off his slim and fragile figure, seeming to fade to a duller gray by the second. The arm was slightly torn, revealing a thin yet still strong arm.
But the face was the most alarming sight. Although the strong features made the Irken seem threatening, his eyes shone brightly with hope and determination. The sharp and vivid color of the eye was mesmerizing. Never had Zim seen a nicer pair of yellow eyes since…
"Tallest Spork?" Zim choked out, sounding bewildered.
Spork nodded heavily. "Yeah… Looks like I'm going to have to explain myself, hrm?" He said hoarsely. It was a sad attempt to lighten the mood, but he was certainly in no condition to do that.
Zim jolted up from his seat, knocking it down. The chair clattered to the ground, and rocked for a moment on the ground before finally being still. Zim paid no attention to it as he turned a small dial on the stretched dashboard.
"Tallest Spork! I… You're not dead? After all these years, you were alive? Oh, Irk will rejoice with much enthusiasm! I must contact the current Tallest, where are you? Are ill? Are you…?" Zim spoke rapidly, hardly giving his Pak the chance to process the words before they spilled carelessly out his already moving lips.
Spork had a hard time interrupting Zim to tell answer any of his questions or even ask him to slow down. Finally, Spork was forced to yell at the panicking Irken with his own booming voice.
"Zim! Please, quiet down and let me speak!" He yelled, but the volume the echoed though the base took him aback. Zim raised the sound levels in haste to hear every word, but was forced to lower it back down a little.
The ex-invader shuddered with embarrassment and guilt. "Forgive me…" He said helplessly. "I…"
Spork sighed. "Zim, I don't want to get the current Tallest's involved in this matter. That's why I contacted you."
Zim tensed up. Of course, how could he so stupid? "So you are coming to kill me yourself?"
A startled laughter is heard. "What? What possessed you to think such a thing? No, please just let me explain myself. You remember when that energy thingy ate me up?" Spork smiled as he saw Zim nod. "Well, that wasn't the real energy absorbing blob. It was a fake one."
"Wait… What?" Zim couldn't believe his ears. "A fake? Then…"
Spork continued. "Well you see, after your blob killed the first Tallest…" He paused for a moment for respect of the dead. "I was next in line. I was the second Tallest Irken at the time. But I didn't want the title. I was too young, too selfish… So I faked my own death and ran away."
To hear such words, such an earth shattering confession… Zim felt his knees buckle and he sank to icy floor. "You… You lied."
Spork shrugged. "Well when I got my head back on straight, it was too late. I think you know the punishment for turning your back on the throne."
Zim gulped and nodded gravely. Nothing good was going to come out of this, he was sure.
"So… Do you have any objections to allowing me live at your base? Earth seems to be a planet that every Irken seems to be avoiding these days. So I imagine it would be the best place for a smuck like me to camp out for a few days." Spork said. Ah, the point of his long story. Even he seemed a little ashamed of asking for help. "Irken territory is spreading quickly and the Resisty will refuse to take in any Irken crooks. So… please?"
Please?
That word sounded so pitiful from what was supposed to be a strong and powerful figure. A figure that was supposed to be dead.
No! No! No! I have enough on my plate as it is!
That is what Zim wanted to scream out, but something else slipped out. "Yes, you can stay here."
A wide tired grin broke out on Spork's face. "Thank Irk… You were my last hope. I'm already on my way, I should be there within a few hours."
The transmission was cut. Zim wanted to scream out at the last second, telling him that there wasn't enough food or that Earth was full of dangerous monsters that will rip him apart before he could even reach the door knob. But he just couldn't.
"Computer?" Zim said weakly.
"Yes master?"
"…Make sure there is plenty to eat. And fix up the bed at the same time, I'll have to sleep on the couch tonight." He ordered.
The base was silent again, even as Gir crawled out the vent and curled up next to Zim's legs. "Mast'a, piggy is a bacon head…" It whined. Zim rolled his eyes and patted the silly thing on the head.
"That makes two of us Gir."
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Oh, how is this going to end?
Gir won't play a huge part; I hate writing that little guy. Mini Moose will appear next chapter.
Spork and Zim, sitting in a tree…