(Hiya, Zim-fans! I have returned with.......[drumroll] a baby-Zim fic! I just wuv baby Zim, don't you? ^-^ Anyway, I do hope you like. I had nothing else to do today in
study, so I wrote up a wittle ficcy! Invader Zim is not mine [but Dae is, pronounced like 'day'], that undeniabely great honor belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Bless his
soul for putting up with all this "No Zim on Nick" crisis.)
The Allmighty Smallest
splosh, squeeze, slap!...mop mop mop
Dae sighed deeply and wiped the sweat off her brow. God, how she hated to mop and yet, day in and day out, she mopped.
splosh, squeeze, slap!...mop mop mop
"Stupid Red," she muttered. "Gotta submit ot his every command, ALL the time..." Dae clenched her teeth. " 'Dae, do this.' 'Dae, do that.' 'Dae, the floor by the
birthing hatch is dirty...' I don't know why I have to mop the dang floor for him. HE doesn't even walk on it!"
Thank goodness for Purple, she thought gratefully. He had a little bit of sense in him. HE didn't crtisize her every move. "And HE doesn't sick me with pointless----"
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"...chores," she finished. Looking up, Dae could see a blinking red siren, informing and passerby that there was a disturbance in the birthing quadrant. Dae sighed
and set down her mop. "I might as well see what's up." She glowered. "Red would just make me take care of it anyway."
Inside the birthing quadrant, Dae made her way through cautiously, not really knowing what to expect. "Aha! Here's the...problem?! A baby!!"
A tiny baby Irken had clung itself tightly to the robotic birthing claw. He happily nuzzled his face into the bar and said, "I love you, cold, unfeeling robot arm."
Dae groaned. She was a cleaner, not a baby-sitter! Still...she couldn't leave him there. Softly, she grasped the tiny baby's soft body. "Oh, my God, he's so cold!) she
thought with alarm. (If he doesn't get warmed up soon, he'll) "Hey there, little guy," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "C'mon. Leggo of that. We gotta get you
outta here before...something bad happens." Dae began to tug on his abdomen.
(Dang, he's strong,) she thought. She pulled a little harder "Come...on, kid. We...gotta get you...outta here!" But the young one refused to release his grip.
Suddenly the arm that the baby was hugging began to jerk wildly, sending he and Dae into a wall behind them. The baby, feeling horribly rejected, started to wail.
Dae winced. (Great. He's crying now.) "Hey...hey there now. Don't cry," she cooed. "It's...it's alright. It's gonna be okay. You'll be fine."
The tiny baby turned to see where the voice had come from. His wailing faded to a soft whimper.
Dae sighed with relief. "That's better. Now let's go get you eqipped, okay?" She held out her hand.
The baby Irken's adorably huge eyes studied the sight in front of him. Dae was a rather tall Irken...not as tall as Red or Purple, but a decent height for a woman. She
wore the usual Irken attire, only without stripes, over her smooth olive skin. Her antennae curled at the tips, and dark, thick eyelashes grazed the top of her reddish-
purple orbs. If she were human, she would have been about 15. The baby's glance shifted from Dae's eyes to her outstretched hand. Her eyes. Her hand. Eyes.
Hand. Eyes. Hand. Finally, the small one jumped as high as he could and latched onto Dae's left shoulder, tiny arms struggling to squeeze her neck with all their
might.
Dae was a bit taken aback at his actions, but smiled at the young one perched on her, "Okay, okay," she said hurriedly. "I get it. Let's...get you dressed, shall we?"
Dae found a uniform in his size and helped him squirm into it. "So..." she asked him, "What's your name?"
The little one looked up and smiled grandly. "Me Zim."
"I'm Dae."
"Can I call you 'Mommy'?"
"...I'd prefer you wouldn't, but..." Dae looked at his big shiny eyes, "[sigh] If it makes you happy..." she threw up her hands. "Sure, why not?"
"YAY!" Zim clung to her shoulder again.
"Oh!" Dae pulled him off. "Okay, okay. That's great. You're happy. Look, you need your shots now."
Zim was taken to another quadrant where he was administered several immunization shots and several imformital injections. Dae winced at the sound of his cries.
Zim stumbled out into the nursery where he would begin his training. Dae smiled and turned to finish her cleaning.
The next thing she knew she was eating the floor. Zim had seen her walking away and in a panic, tackled her. He perched on her head and leaned over to look her
in the eye. "Where are you going, Mommy?!" he asked with fear.
Dae stood up. "I have things to do, and you have things to do. They're just not the same things."
Zim still clung to her antennae. "Don't go! Don't leave me!!" he wailed.
"I'm not...leaving you," Dae said, finally unattatching Zim from her head. "I just...have a job to do. You have one too. Over there." Dae pointed to where several other
baby Irkens were examining the training equipment.
Zim amazingly seemed to understand. "Okay. I'll do a good job then. Bye, Mommy." Zim slid down to join the group.
Dae smiled gently as she watched him eagerly play. (He's so cute...) she thought. (Too bad I'm "mothering" a mop at the moment.)
"Did he just call you 'Mommy'?"
Dae turned around to see Tallest Purple standing before her. "P-p-p-purple!" she stuttered, bowing gracefully. "My Tallest..."
Purple placed a hand on her shoulder. "There'll be no need for that."
"Huh?" Dae looked up into Purple's eyes.
Purple and Dae had been friends for a long time, and his eyes still reflected the friendship they shared. He gave her arm a little squeeze. "Now, to answer my
question, did he---"
"Yes, he did," Dae cut in. "He did, and..." she looked at Zim, "and I guess I liked it..."
"But you know it won't happen, Dae..."
Dae hung her head. "Yeah, I know, but..." she looked at Zim again, then at Purple. Just,...watch him for me, please?"
Purple blinked. "Huh?"
"That one...he's small, but...there's something special about him." She sighed happily. "Well, I guess I'd better get back to that mopping." She turned to walk away.
Purple grabbed her wrist. "Wait."
Dae turned. "What?"
"I'd like to know a bit more about this...special one..."
"Zim."
"Zim, right." He cleared his throat. "I'm busy at the moment, but later...can you meet me?"
Dae smiled mischievously. "I can try."
Purple nodded. "Good." He walked off.
As much as she wanted to follow, Dae REALLY had to get her mopping finished. "Goodbye, My Tallest," she said to the fading figure of Purple.
She took one last glance at Zim. "And goodbye, My Smallest."
study, so I wrote up a wittle ficcy! Invader Zim is not mine [but Dae is, pronounced like 'day'], that undeniabely great honor belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Bless his
soul for putting up with all this "No Zim on Nick" crisis.)
The Allmighty Smallest
splosh, squeeze, slap!...mop mop mop
Dae sighed deeply and wiped the sweat off her brow. God, how she hated to mop and yet, day in and day out, she mopped.
splosh, squeeze, slap!...mop mop mop
"Stupid Red," she muttered. "Gotta submit ot his every command, ALL the time..." Dae clenched her teeth. " 'Dae, do this.' 'Dae, do that.' 'Dae, the floor by the
birthing hatch is dirty...' I don't know why I have to mop the dang floor for him. HE doesn't even walk on it!"
Thank goodness for Purple, she thought gratefully. He had a little bit of sense in him. HE didn't crtisize her every move. "And HE doesn't sick me with pointless----"
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"...chores," she finished. Looking up, Dae could see a blinking red siren, informing and passerby that there was a disturbance in the birthing quadrant. Dae sighed
and set down her mop. "I might as well see what's up." She glowered. "Red would just make me take care of it anyway."
Inside the birthing quadrant, Dae made her way through cautiously, not really knowing what to expect. "Aha! Here's the...problem?! A baby!!"
A tiny baby Irken had clung itself tightly to the robotic birthing claw. He happily nuzzled his face into the bar and said, "I love you, cold, unfeeling robot arm."
Dae groaned. She was a cleaner, not a baby-sitter! Still...she couldn't leave him there. Softly, she grasped the tiny baby's soft body. "Oh, my God, he's so cold!) she
thought with alarm. (If he doesn't get warmed up soon, he'll) "Hey there, little guy," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. "C'mon. Leggo of that. We gotta get you
outta here before...something bad happens." Dae began to tug on his abdomen.
(Dang, he's strong,) she thought. She pulled a little harder "Come...on, kid. We...gotta get you...outta here!" But the young one refused to release his grip.
Suddenly the arm that the baby was hugging began to jerk wildly, sending he and Dae into a wall behind them. The baby, feeling horribly rejected, started to wail.
Dae winced. (Great. He's crying now.) "Hey...hey there now. Don't cry," she cooed. "It's...it's alright. It's gonna be okay. You'll be fine."
The tiny baby turned to see where the voice had come from. His wailing faded to a soft whimper.
Dae sighed with relief. "That's better. Now let's go get you eqipped, okay?" She held out her hand.
The baby Irken's adorably huge eyes studied the sight in front of him. Dae was a rather tall Irken...not as tall as Red or Purple, but a decent height for a woman. She
wore the usual Irken attire, only without stripes, over her smooth olive skin. Her antennae curled at the tips, and dark, thick eyelashes grazed the top of her reddish-
purple orbs. If she were human, she would have been about 15. The baby's glance shifted from Dae's eyes to her outstretched hand. Her eyes. Her hand. Eyes.
Hand. Eyes. Hand. Finally, the small one jumped as high as he could and latched onto Dae's left shoulder, tiny arms struggling to squeeze her neck with all their
might.
Dae was a bit taken aback at his actions, but smiled at the young one perched on her, "Okay, okay," she said hurriedly. "I get it. Let's...get you dressed, shall we?"
Dae found a uniform in his size and helped him squirm into it. "So..." she asked him, "What's your name?"
The little one looked up and smiled grandly. "Me Zim."
"I'm Dae."
"Can I call you 'Mommy'?"
"...I'd prefer you wouldn't, but..." Dae looked at his big shiny eyes, "[sigh] If it makes you happy..." she threw up her hands. "Sure, why not?"
"YAY!" Zim clung to her shoulder again.
"Oh!" Dae pulled him off. "Okay, okay. That's great. You're happy. Look, you need your shots now."
Zim was taken to another quadrant where he was administered several immunization shots and several imformital injections. Dae winced at the sound of his cries.
Zim stumbled out into the nursery where he would begin his training. Dae smiled and turned to finish her cleaning.
The next thing she knew she was eating the floor. Zim had seen her walking away and in a panic, tackled her. He perched on her head and leaned over to look her
in the eye. "Where are you going, Mommy?!" he asked with fear.
Dae stood up. "I have things to do, and you have things to do. They're just not the same things."
Zim still clung to her antennae. "Don't go! Don't leave me!!" he wailed.
"I'm not...leaving you," Dae said, finally unattatching Zim from her head. "I just...have a job to do. You have one too. Over there." Dae pointed to where several other
baby Irkens were examining the training equipment.
Zim amazingly seemed to understand. "Okay. I'll do a good job then. Bye, Mommy." Zim slid down to join the group.
Dae smiled gently as she watched him eagerly play. (He's so cute...) she thought. (Too bad I'm "mothering" a mop at the moment.)
"Did he just call you 'Mommy'?"
Dae turned around to see Tallest Purple standing before her. "P-p-p-purple!" she stuttered, bowing gracefully. "My Tallest..."
Purple placed a hand on her shoulder. "There'll be no need for that."
"Huh?" Dae looked up into Purple's eyes.
Purple and Dae had been friends for a long time, and his eyes still reflected the friendship they shared. He gave her arm a little squeeze. "Now, to answer my
question, did he---"
"Yes, he did," Dae cut in. "He did, and..." she looked at Zim, "and I guess I liked it..."
"But you know it won't happen, Dae..."
Dae hung her head. "Yeah, I know, but..." she looked at Zim again, then at Purple. Just,...watch him for me, please?"
Purple blinked. "Huh?"
"That one...he's small, but...there's something special about him." She sighed happily. "Well, I guess I'd better get back to that mopping." She turned to walk away.
Purple grabbed her wrist. "Wait."
Dae turned. "What?"
"I'd like to know a bit more about this...special one..."
"Zim."
"Zim, right." He cleared his throat. "I'm busy at the moment, but later...can you meet me?"
Dae smiled mischievously. "I can try."
Purple nodded. "Good." He walked off.
As much as she wanted to follow, Dae REALLY had to get her mopping finished. "Goodbye, My Tallest," she said to the fading figure of Purple.
She took one last glance at Zim. "And goodbye, My Smallest."