Hey, everyone! This is the sequel to Meeting The Terms, my ZaDr fanfic. :3
I hope everyone likes this as much as I do! It's going to be my best fanfic yet!
Miz stared at the boy who taunted her. She had the urge to pull out her spider-like mechanical legs and stab him to shreds. He was pissing her off so much. She wanted to Killllll him. However, Dib and Zim were watching how she'd react to the situation, another test.
"You're so ugly, why you have green skin?" the boy poked at her bare shoulders.
Miz's left eye twitched and she wanted to kill him even more. More then ever, actually. She lost it a little as she slapped his hand away, her claws slightly ripping his flesh. He cried out with pain. "Don't touch Miz." she screamed at him, standing over him as he fell on his butt in panic.
He scrambled up and ran over to his mother, sobbing. Miz crossed her arms and smiled evilly, showing off her zipper-like smile.
Zim walked over to her and picked her up. "Come along, Miz... we better get out of here before his parent unit comes over." he whispered to her, making her frown.
"But mama! He was being a jerk... calling me ugly." she pouted.
Dib and Zim walked back to their car, Miz safely in Zim's arms.
"That little boy worries me... what his name?" Dib asked Miz as they buckled her up in the car.
"I don't know, and I really don't care." she said, smiling up at her daddy.
Zim chuckled. "That's my girl." he kissed her on her forehead.
Dib and Zim climbed into the car and Dib started it. Zim reached over and held out his hand, wanting to hold his lover's hand.
Ever since coming back to earth, the two had been inseparable. Which was alright, since no one judged that. And Professor Membrane was just happy that his son was finally settled down and alright had a child. Though he didn't know that Miz was his ACTUAL granddaughter. That was kept a secret from him.
Simply because Miz looked eight instead of two like she was. Which made thing difficult for the family.
Dib kept panicking that she would grow old before him, but Zim assured him that she had the same growing genetics as himself, which meant that she'd stop growing once she looked like a teen.
Which always made Dib wonder; how old was Zim?
Zim would always laugh and reply with; "I don't want you to think I'm a pedophile, so I won't tell you."
"Why would I think you're a pedophile?" Dib would demand with worry.
"It's nothing, Dib-love." Zim would squint his eyes with a cute smile and then kiss him before skipping off to distract himself with Miz.
Miz was slightly worried on how her growing was going too, because it seemed like she'd stopped growing. Completely.
Her hair wouldn't even grow anymore! And it had been three months since landing on earth. Usually she'd grow at least an inch.
When they arrived home, which was Dib's house, Miz climbed out of the car and squealed with joy as she ran into the house to find Gir.
Dib and Zim got out of the car and walked into the house, holding hands. They smiled to each other when they found Miz playing tea with Gir in her room.
"I'm glad she has at least one friend." Dib said, sighing with relief.
"I just wish it wasn't Gir..." Zim made a face as Gir screamed about something random. "He's rubbing off on her."
"She'll be fine, Zim... Don't worry about it." he took his lover's hand and pulled him into their bedroom. "Why don't we have some fun while Gir baby sits..."
Zim blushed. "Dibbbb...It's still day time."
"So?" Dib took him into his arms.
Zim rolled his eyes. "Fine... But you better keep quiet this time!"
"As long as you don't use claws."
Meanwhile, Miz looked up to say something to Zim and Dib to find they weren't there. She pouted and looked over at Gir. "They're hopeless romantics." she told him.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Hopeless!" Gir screamed.
She fiddled with her dollie and made the arms move up and down. She sat there for a few moments listening to Gir's chatter before she got up and walked to her window, looking outside.
She missed the Massive, at least there she had Irken friends who loved her. She wondered if they missed her. Probably not... they were all so busy getting ready to become invaders.
She stood up straight and turned to Gir. "One day, Gir, I will be an Invader. Invader Miz. The most fearless invader of them all!"
She stood on her dress and did a salute pose. "And I'll worship the Tallest, because that's what Irken Inavders do. And I'll be their favorite." she said with joy, before doing a little dance. "And then EVERYONE will love me."
Gir looked up at Miz with a worried look. "Master was a Invader. He wasn't very nice...Invaders aren't nice... WHY THEY NO NICE?" Gir started randomly crying before he snapped out of it. "I'ma go make WAFFLES!"
He spazed out before running out the room.
"That...that was just weird, Gir." Miz narrowed an eye.
She went to step off the dresser but tripped and fell onto her PAK, which made a loud cracking noise. She muttered something as her vision slowly left her and she started to feel incredibly tired.
Zim giggled as Dib did things to him that only Dib could. And then he heard it; the sound of Miz falling. He jumped up, grabbing his silky white (Women's) robe. Dib instantly stopped what he was doing and pulled his shirt back on.
Zim ran out of the room before he could even finish tying the sash to his robe. He rushed into Miz's room and found her lying on the floor, on her back.
Her PAK was beeping silently, saying that it was powering down. Zim screamed with fear, sounding too much like a woman at the moment.
He ran over to his daughter and picked her up, tears running down his cheeks already. "Miz? Miz! Wake up, baby! C'mon!" Zim was shaking her as Dib ran into the room, now alarmed with Zim's scream.
Dib fell to Zim's side, trying to take Miz from him. Zim held onto her like she was some precious toy that he refused to release. "Zim!" Dib snapped. "Let go of her so I can do CPR!" he ordered of his wife.
Zim slowly, and reluctantly, released Miz, his expression going blank, lifeless. Somehow, deep inside him, he knew it was already too late.
Dib laid Miz down and did CPR, and after five frantic minutes, he was crying like a baby, unable to control himself any longer.
"Can we replace her PAK?" Dib cried, asking Zim.
Zim didn't respond, just stared blankly at Miz's body.
"ZIM!" Dib shook his lover, trying to get his attention.
"No... Once a PAK shuts down, it will not turn back on. It's simple knowledge, Dib-shit." he stood, his body seeming lithe and frail, almost breakable.
Zim walked out of the room, and downstairs, where he headed down into the basement where no one would hear his screams of agony.
He shut the basement door and walked down the steps, going over to a corner and sitting down. For a few seconds he felt nothing. Just numb.
And then it hit him, like a train out of nowhere. He felt it like a thousand blows in military training – no worse then that. Far worse.
He covered his mouth with his hands as, at first, small screams and squeaks came from his throat. And then they turned louder, more desperate. More frantic.
He screamed in Irken about how it wasn't fair. That his life had been perfect, and how the Irken god, that he didn't believe in, had stolen Miz from him. And how that was so very, truly, unfair.
He screamed as loud as he could, he had a moment of pure mirth, he then screamed again, he cried, he punched the walls, he clawed at his cheeks, he pulled at his antennae, he screamed some more, and then, as if nothing had happened, he walked back upstairs and closed the basement door before locking it, as if to keep his agony in the basement.
Zim walked back upstairs and saw that Dib was still crying over Miz's body, holding her small hand.
Zim crouched down and picked Miz up, holding her lovingly. "C'mon Miz, time for bed." he smiled a real smile, as if she was really just tired, and that was all.
But instead of putting Miz in her bed, like he always did, Zim walking out of the room.
Dib, worried about his wife, now, rushed after him, hearing him mutter; "Yes, of course you can sleep with mommy and daddy tonight..."
Zim walked into the master bedroom – which was his and Dibs – and walked over to the bed, climbing into it and wrapping the blankets around himself and Miz, holding Miz tightly.
Zim did not speak one word to Dib.
Dib closed the bedroom door before he shrank against it and slid to the floor, sobbing.
Their everything had been destroyed. And it was all because Dib had wanted to spend a little time with his wife.
Dib wanted to hurt himself so bad, but Zim didn't need that right now. He had to keep strong – for Zim.
But... Zim was in the room – alone – with a lifeless Miz. Shouldn't that be worrying to Dib? Should he take Miz away? He wasn't sure what to do.
Dib walked downstairs and grabbed the cordless phone, dialing Gaz's number. She'd want to know; she'd fallen in love with Miz when she found out that Miz was her niece.
This would devastate her, but he had to tell someone. He could just hide the fact that she was dead.
Gaz wouldn't pick up the phone, it went straight to voicemail. "Gaz... call back soon, something happened to Miz..." Dib couldn't stop crying, even on the phone.
He hung up and then tried his father – knowing his father was the LAST person he needed to talk to... but he had to talk to somebody. He felt so weak right now.
"Dib! How are you, son? How are things going?" Pro. Membrane said cheerfully on the other line when Dib called.
Dib choked on a sob. "D-Dad... Something happened to Miz..."
Pro. Membrane became eerily silent. "What happened, Dib?" he asked with real concern, which was rare.
"Miz... fell... and...and...she didn't wake up, dad! I did CPR and she didn't wake up. Her heart isn't beating anymore. She's GONE!" Dib cried.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Zim ran his hands through Miz's hair, smiling down at her. "You're so beautiful, Miz... So much more beautiful then Dib and I combined. And that's saying something." he laughed at his own joke before becoming serious again, yet still smiling. "I love you, Baby...and don't forget it."
Miz did not respond, of course.
Zim clutched her close, burying her face in his chest. "I just...love you...so very much." Zim sobbed quietly, still clutching his beautiful daughter.
If I made you cry, I'm sorry... :(
