DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT JECCISA AND THE IDEA. THAT IS ALL.
"Dad?" Jeccisa called out, wishing, hoping, PRAYING he would call back. "DAD!" she called out, more frantically this time. "DAD! ANSWER YOUR DAUGHTER, IRKIT! ANSWER JECCISA!" again, no response. No she thought. Her dad COULDN'T be dead! He was amazing! He was Zim! NO. She thought with more force this time. She was running frantically from room to room now, looking for blood, a piece of clothing, ANYTHING that meant her dad was alive and well. The silence was scary. She was begging him to answer now "DADDY!" it had been YEARS since the sixteen year old had called him that. She wanted nothing more than for him to answer her. She finally tripped over GIR. "GIR!" she looked at him with anguish. "Not now, mistress. Your daddy needs help." "wh-wha-what?" she ran after the tiny robot into the med ward. The one place she prayed she WOULDN'T find Zim. Hr dad was there on a table, an immense pool of blood dripping from between his legs. "What happened?" she asked, hoping the answer had SOME good news. "Your dad was pre-eclamptic. The smeet is fine." Jeccie looked up at the computer in confusion. "What smeet?" the computer plopped a little blue bundle at her nine-inch high heels. "Oh. W-w-well, daddy's gonna be all right, right?" computer was silent. "Right?" she said again. Still, the computer said nothing. "COMPUTER?" she said, true fear and anger in her voice. "HE'S BEEN DEAD FOR HOURS, PRINCESS! Irk, you're worse than he was!" Jeccisa walked up to her father. His face was so cold and lifeless, so horribly opposite the way it had been in life. She clutched the body to her chest, and wept all over it, as though her touch and her tears would bring him back to life. But, Jeccisa knew that sort of thing only happened in books, movies, plays, and fanfics from the minds of deranged thirteen year old girls. She wanted her father back with her, but she knew that wouldn't happen for hopefully several more years. Several men in black coats came in, and took his body away. This, she assumed, was the swollen eyeball. "See, agent Tunaghost?" asked an eight year old's voice. "I SO told you there was an alien's dead body down here!" "You were right, agent Mothman." The two men (or, rather, a man and a boy) looked over at the sniveling girl. "I am very sorry, child." Thy said in unison. But, neither of them sounded very sorry. She lifted the tiny bundle of blue, and looked at her new baby brother for a long time. He had a mop of blonde hair, much like Princess Kari's, and when he opened his eyes, she knew that he was albino. She was the first thing he saw in the world. "Computer," she said, much happier than when she walked into the room "how is the smeet?" "Oh, he's perfectly healthy. Do you want me to put you through to the tallest?" the tallest. Oh, Irk, she knew she'd have to come to them with the news that she was completely orphaned, but, she didn't want it to be so soon. "Come on, darling smeet." She cooed to the white eyed blonde baby. Onscreen appeared tallest red and purple, stuffing their faces with doughnuts. "FOR THE LAST TIME, ZIM," screamed tallest red without turning around "STOP CALL- hm? Oh. Hello, Jeccie darling. How are you?" "Not so good anymore. My dad is dead. Hey, you guys get custody over us after he's-" "wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait… WAIT." Interrupted tallest purple. "Did you say 'you guys get custody over US'?" Jeccisa held the smeet up to the camera. The tallest broke into "aww…" but, then the reality of Zim's death hit all of them. Daddy is dead thought the young invader. YES! THAT LITTLE DEFECT IS FINALLY DEAD! Thought the twin tallests. "Sirs, I'm going to get my affairs in order before I get off this filthy stinkball that the humans call home." "Of course, dear." Purple said with a grin. "We have to g celebrate- I mean MOURN your father's TRAGIC death. We are VERY sorry." Although, just like Dib and his friend, agent Tunaghost, was it? Anyway, they didn't sound sorry at all. She decided to name the smeet, at least. She just sat there for awhile, held him, and said different names, none of them sticking. "Mommy?" the baby said, looking up at her. He even SOUNDED like her dad. Jeccisa laughed. "No, not mommy. I'm sissy." "Sissy?" "Yeah. Sissy. I'll name you… Zim, after your late mother… slash father… slash whatever." The smeet looked up at her in horror. "Jeccisa? You're my big sister?" "Yes, but, you can call me Sissy." "Okay." Zim fell asleep in the girls' arms. She started cooing to him more. "Someday I'll tell you all about mommy slash daddy slash whatever. Sissy has a lot of pictures of mommy slash daddy slash whatever. Yeah. And when you get big, you get our silly robot, GIR. This whole base will belong to you. Yes, it will. Guess what? Mommy and sissy didn't know you were coming. We love you."
ZIM'S POV
I am working in my lab, when I experience a stabbing pain in my abdomen. "COMPUTER!" I call up to the ceiling. "What's wrong with me?" "You are birthing. You are about to have a smeet." "WHAT?" the computer scoops me up in a wheelchair, and brings me to the med ward. As I am pushing as hard as Irkenly possible, I am thinking…The first thing in my head is, "I'm too young for this. Gotten my whole lifeahead of me. Irk, I'm just a kid myslf. How'm I gonna raise two?" but, then, I fall asleep. But, this was an odd type of sleep. I am unable to wake myself. It is strange how fast I am falling asleep. It is scary. And, I can't feel any more pain. When I wake up, I'm looking up at Jeccisa. Her face is stained with tears, but she is smiling at me. "Come on, darling smeet." She cooed to me. Wait… WHAT DID SHE JUST CALL ME? Well, she talks to the tallest for a few minutes, but then held me up to the screen. They awed, and Jeccisa put me back in her arms. After a few minutes, the transmission ends, Jeccisa goes to sit down, looks at me, and starts saying different names. "Samuel?... Brian?... Dane…" but, I finally realize what's going on. I died during smeet birth. But, that doesn't explain why Jeccisa is talking to me with such love.. Such tenderness. "Mommy?" I ask. She laughs "no, not mommy. I'm sissy." "Sissy?" "Yeah, sissy. I'll name you… Zim, after your late mother… slash father… slash whatever." I look up at her in horror. I just realized I'm dead. Now, I'm a smeet? My OWN smeet? "Jeccisa? You're my big sister?" "Yes, but you can call me sissy." Okay." I fall asleep in the girls' arms. I don't know why I did this, but, the last thought I had before I slipped into unconscious bliss was, at the very least, the amazing, wonderous, perfect zim will not have to get used to a new title.