Damn Zim.Damn him and his god damned Irken Love.
Hah. Love.
The boy didn't even know what the word means. He used it because I did. First peep of a message from his damned leaders and he goes flying back off into space.
He says he'll be gone for six years, maybe more.
He didn't even know about the baby.
This damned half-breed baby I have inside me now.
I can't even kill myself, because of the damned thing. I can't kill it. Or him. I think it's a he, but I don't really know.
My dad doesn't know yet, hell, Dib doesn't even know. I'm afraid to tell him. He never really knew about… me and Zim. He definatly didn't know we were anything other than gaming opponents.
So what do I do now?
Hell, is that ever a question for the ages.
I don't know. An answer for the ages.
I know I have to have the baby. I can't kill it. I know I should, but the idea makes me sick to my stomach.
Then I suppose I go day to day. Try to finish college. Just make life as good as possible. For both of us.
I don't know if I'll tell him about his father. I suppose that depends on whose genes the kid gets. And if his damned father ever brings his ass back to Earth.
Gaz was twenty when she and Zim became friends. Technically, they had been friends for years, but only over an internet connection. Gaz liked Zim, he was the only person on the planet even worth playing against. That's why she screwed up her brother's plans so much.
By the time she and Zim became actual person to person friends, he was becoming impatient with the Armada's continual lack of coming. When he got a message from the Tallest, inviting him back to the massive for some ceremony, he was overjoyed. By the time Gaz got the rushed email, saying where he had gone, he was already billions of miles away, floating through space.
Dear journal,
It's been six months almost since Zim left. I miss him more every day. The baby is a few days late, and I'm camping out in the hospital.
I can't help but wonder what, exactly, the genetic differences between the species were. We never really talked about it, before he left. I guess we should have, before going off and doing… that stupid juvenile thing. I can't believe we could have ever let ourselves do that.
Not that I didn't want to, but… oh, God, all the things that could go wrong…
My stomach hurts, I calling for a doctor, bye.
Later:
Amazing. Fuckin amazing.
I will say now for the record that having a baby in real life is nothing like they show it on TV. Especially not an alien baby. (No tentacles for one thing)
It took, like, seconds. Less even. I don't know if this was normal or not, but I mean, I said it was coming, they said no it's not, any more.
He's a beautiful boy, like I said he was all along. I wouldn't let them do any ultrasounds or anything, but I knew he was.
He has my skin, (thank god!) and his father's eyes. Well, the iris and pupil are red, a deep color, like purple blood. The whites are black. Redundant, huh?
Everyone in the maternity ward is shocked, they want to know if I was smoking something, but I just told them that his father had a condition.
They accepted that, because no one really cared, and even if I was smoking there's nothing to do about it now.
Almost forgot.
I named him Tiz, after my granddad. It's kind of an old name, but ah, well.
So today begins the start of a new life. I just wonder what kind of life it will be.
Thirteen years later, a tall boy sits on his bed. The room is dark, lit only by a lamp in the corner. There are lights, but they remain off for some reason. The boy is writing in a notebook, a fat behemoth of a book, but he is only on the first page.
Hello, book.
I guess you're my journal, huh? Yeah, I guess so.
Well, since you can't talk, I'll say some stuff about me.
My name is Tiz. I'm 15, and I live with my mom. I hate my eyes. They're freaky. But I can see okay in the dark, and that's cool, I guess.
Right now I'm pissed at my mom, but I don't hate her.
The reason I'm pissed is because we just went through the Dad ordeal again.
I want to know about him, I mean who wouldn't? With the eyes I've got, the genes I've got, it should be easy to figure out who I'm related to. But it's not that simple.
Mom won't talk about him. I can tell she misses him, though. She cries some times, when she thinks I can't hear. That's weird, because Mom never gets upset over anything. I've seen her stare down guys before. Lots of guys are always leering at her, but she can beat up anyone on the face of the planet.
Back to my dad.
I've asked uncle Dib about him. Uncle Dib's kinda crazy. He's a paranormal investigater. He knows about everything people say don't exist. I like hanging out with him. He's always got pickled aliens or whatever lying around. They're fun to look at.
Whenever I ask him about my Dad, he gets all flustered. He says Mom swore him to secrecy. Then I beg, but he never gives in. It seems like he doesn't like me so much after I ask him that, so usually I just leave the subject alone. Whoever my Dad was, I don't think he got along very well with Uncle Dib.
I don't ask Grandpa either. I don't think he knows. Whenever I bring it up, he laughs and says "Your mother didn't get pregnant, don't be silly!"
And people say Uncle Dib is crazy…
Chapter 2
I woke up at two in the morning to a giant thunder blast. The whole house shook. Outside, thunder cracked the sky. It was really pretty.
Like all nights when it rains, I'm drawn outside, to the woods. I love being in the woods in the rain. Mon always brings up the number of people hit by lightning under trees, but then I bring up the number of people NOT hit by lightning under trees, and she sighs and lets me outside.
I pulled on a jacket, and walked outside into the rain. Instantly I'm soaked, but I like it, so I walk slow enough to the woods. I have a secret spot in the woods,that I go to see the stars, or to hang out.
As I walked toward it, though, I saw that there were some other people out. I saw flashlight beams waving around. I sighed, and was about to go back home, when I realized how orange the beams were. Orange and… flickering. Good god the woods are on fire.
Wait, how can they be burning in this downpour?
I had to find out. I ran toward the fire, which, I saw, was already dying. But I didn't care, because I was staring at the ship which was parked right on top of a few fallen trees. Or crashed on top, maybe. As I watched, pieces of the small purple craft fell off, clattering to the ground. I slowly walked toward it.
After a second of contemplation, I poked the window. I think it was a window. I could see through it, kinda, but not really that much.
And then the window flew open, and something catapulted out, latching on to my head.
"WEEEHOOOO! PLANET OF DOOMIE DOOM!" shrieked the thing.
"Get the fuck off my head!" I screamed at it, smacking it with my arms.
"Oookie dokie!" It screamed, and dropped off. Then it latched onto my leg, with even more force.
"HI! Make me a sammich!"
"What is wrong with you?" I asked it, calmly, I think.
"I'm advanced!" it replied.
"GIR! Get away from the Earth Monkey!" said a voice from the ship.
"I DON WANNA! WE FRIENDS!"it screamed back.
"What's happening?" I asked the metal thing. I could see it had glowing cyan eyes, and a metal grin.
"We crashed. It were fun!"
"Um, okay, so why are you coming to Earth for?"
"I dunno, but Master does."
It pointed back toward the ship. Smoke was pouring out of it.
Dragging the little robot along, I moved back toward it again. As the smoke cleared a bit, I saw the shape of someone inside it. He was a bit taller than me, and he was crunched up inside the little ship. It was obviously about three sizes too small.
And then I saw he was green. With big giant red eyes.
"What are you…" I said. The alien groaned.
"In trouble," he said simply.
"Are you okay? Your not gonna die, are you? Cuz when that ship crashed at Roswell,"
"Oh, shut your noise tube. I'm not going to die. I'll be fine. Now, um, run along, and forget all you've seeeen."
"How 'bout no?"
"Insolent human stink-worm…" he started, but grimaced and grabbed his stomach, like he got a cramp or something.
"Wait, I'll take you to my Uncle. If anybody can help, it's him."
"I need no help," he tried, but I didn't believe him.
Twenty minutes later, I had gotten the alien to come with me. He was hurt pretty bad, but wouldn't admit it. He wouldn't say much, actually, just a lot of well thought up insults. It wasn't very far to Uncle's and we made it there before morning. We had to wait for it to stop raining, though. He seemed to be allergic to contact with it.
What was really surprising is what happened when we got to Uncle's.
I banged on the door, and after a minute Uncle came to the door. I was standing there, a metal robot trying to squeeze my leg off, and a hurt alien leaning on my shoulder. I would expect some cursing and a lot of questions. What Uncle actually said was: What the hell is he doing here?
"Um, he crashed in my backyard." I said.
"Dib! What the hell am I doing here?"
"You know my Uncle?"
Dib didn't say anything for a second.
"I should leave you to die, Zim."
"I know you should. But you're not going to."They stared at each other for another second."Damn you," Dib said, and stood aside. I walked in, and we went down to the basement. We lay Zim down on one of the tables he had. It was hard; he had this metal thing on his back, and it wouldn't let him lie flat."How do you guys know each other? Uncle, how many aliens do you know?""Tiz, go call your mother, and tell her where you are. Tell her to come here, and do NOT tell her who you found.""Ummm, okay…"I ran up the stairs, and ran to the kitchen. Quickly, I called my house. After about ten rings, my Mom picked up."If this is not a matter of life and death you're going to die," She said cheerily."Thanks I love you too," I said, "I'm at Uncle's. He says come over right now.""Why? Can't it wait till morning?""No! You have to come over right now. He won't let me tell you why."
I looked at my watch.
"And it is morning."
"It's not morning until God stops forsaking the time."
"See you in ten."
"If I don't die of exhaustion."
I hung up the phone and tiptoed down to the basement. Uncle and Zim didn't hear me, and kept talking. Ex-cellent.
"What are you doing back on Earth? I though we got rid of you for good."
"No, I'm here to stay. I'm not… I'm not allowed back to Irk."
"They got sick of you, too? Not surprising."
"Shut up."
"This may sting a bit."
"Aaouw! No kidding!"
"Oh, quit whining, you baby. Just be grateful I didn't throw out all those notes I took on you when we were kids. I probably knew you better than you knew yourself."
"My PAK would have fixed it anyway. You're just speeding the process up."
"Glad to know you've still got the grand old ego trip going."
"Ha. I am as humble as a…. whatsit called, those humble things?"
"Aw, come off it. I'm still throwing you out as soon as Gaz gets here."
Why did this alien know my family? Why didn't I know him? And why did he know my Mo… Oh, shit.
All of a sudden, the pieces clicked into place. This caused me to lose my balance and go tumbling down the stairs to land on my head.
"Holy shit!" I said apon standing up. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Zim asked.
"You knew!" I said to Uncle. "Why didn't you tell me? All this time… I was…"
Dib was looking frustrated, Zim looked confused, and the door upstairs slammed.
"Dib? Tiz?" My mother called from upstairs.
"We're down here!" Dib called. Zim looked at him in shock.
"You told her to come here? Now? Oh, God…"
Mom came down the stairs carefully. About halfway down, she looked over, saw Zim, and adopted my reaction.
I helped her to her feet.
"Mom, I think you know him. Right?"
"Yeah. I do."
She walked over to where he was sitting on the table, and wrapped her arms around him.
"Mom?" I prompted. "What the hell is going on?"
"Zim…" Mom said slowly. "This is my son. Tiz."
Zim looked at her, and for a second I saw hurt in his eyes.
"Your…" and then he saw my eyes. And I could just see the cogs turning, and then…
"Oh, shit!"
"That's what I said, when I figured it out two minutes ago!" I said angrily. "Shit, Mom, I'm half alien, and you never told me?"
"You were pregnant and you didn't tell me?"
"You were pregnant?" Dib asked incredulously. "I thought you were a man! Oh, the secrets!"
"Shut up." I told him.
"I would have told you, but you took off so damned fast… did you have a nice time, abandoning me for thirteen years?"
"I was trying to get back! I was! I...shit. How do I say this…"
"Spit it out," Mom said coldly.
"I've been hiding for a long time. My leaders…. They were trying to kill me. They think I'm an idiot. And they knew about us. They thought I might stand up for the Earth when the Armada came. So they decided to kill me. But I got away… but I have to keep hiding."
"You couldn't get one message to me? To let me know you weren't dead? Not once in 13 years?"
"They've got sensors all over Earth. They know of every message that goes in and out."
"How do you know? I think you're being paranoid." I said.
"I know because I put them there."
"You put them…" Mom's eyes got big. "You said he was lying!"
"I told you he came to destroy Earth! WHAT did I tell you!" Dib said, clapping his hands. "You didn't believe me."
"But I didn't, did I?"
"Only because I stopped you!"
"HA! Puny Earthling! I could have decimated the whole planet if I wanted to!
I stop here because it is one AM and my eyes are about to fall out. Need…. Sleep… or… COFFEE! WAHOO! Review if story no suck, maybe I write more... ZZZZZZ