(Or Dib has a bad dream and a very pregnant Zim believes hot chocolate is in order)

"No, don't!"/p

Too late. Zim gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, as the blade went strait through his chest and out through his back, piercing his PAK, sending sparks flying. Red smirked and ripping the blade out, walked over to where Dib now lay, paralyzed with fear.

"Human."

Dib tentatively looked up at him.

"I'm gonna let you live."

"W-Why?" Dib managed to choke out, his voice foreign even to him.

"Because," Red pointed the bloodied blade at him, "Killing you would be too easy. I want you to live, to suffer, knowing there was nothing you could do to save your mate and unborn abomination."

And with that, he turned on his heel and strode away, commanding the guards to send Dib back to his home planet. The guards obliged, but just as they were advancing upon him, Dib woke up.

Sitting strait up in bed, the twenty-two year old turned to find his lover for the past five years, still sound asleep beside him, his heavily swollen belly barely visible beneath the heavy down comforter. Relieved, Dib took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before laying back down. It was just a dream. A horrible terrible dream. A nightmare. One that could never possibly come to fruition seeing as the Tallest were not only light years away, but completely clueless. Seeing as they had cut contact, they had no clue what Zim was up to anymore. Which in itself was a good thing.

"Dib-love, if you don't tell me what's on your mind, I'm liable to smother you with this pillow."

"I just had a nightmare," Dib quietly admitted.

"Another one?"

"Yeah."

Zim carefully rolled over to face him,

"What about this time?"

"I dreamed the Tallest had killed you," Dib revealed, knowing better than to lie to his alien lover, "It was so vivid, so realistic, I don't think I'm gonna be able to get back to sleep for awhile.

"Well then I'll go make some hot chocolate," Zim went to get up, but Dib stopped him.

"You stay, I'll go make the hot chocolate."

"I'm pregnant, not disabled, Dib," Zim growled, somewhat annoyed.

"I know," Dib got out of bed, "I just thought I was your slave, is all."/p

"Hmm, true," Zim mused in agreement, "Very well, slave, fix Zim some toast with blueberry jam while your at it."

"You're wish is my command," Dib gave a mock bow before making his exodus.

He loved it when Zim was autocratic.