Mother

I don't own IZ.

Homework on the first day of school. My teachers are insane... And within the first five minutes of homeroom, I get caught with gum! Dammit! Let me tell ya, I do NOT run very well off of an hour and a fucking half of sleep! I also do not work well knowing of my impending seperation from my best friend and big brother... as well as what's going on with my family right now. Sorry if this chapter turns out a little shorter than usual... But it should be fairly interesting!

Chapter Four

Glaring at the ceiling of her room, Gaz turned her eyes to the Game Slave 3 next to her. It was one thing to have finished her game. However, the impending thought of being an aunt was an entirely different feeling. An entirely different thing.

She could almost picture a green skinned kid that looked like Dib, except maybe with with Zim's eyes. It was slightly disturbing to say the least. But then the possibility of it looking like Zim was a major factor. Would their little town be able to stand more green skinned, bug eyed beings running around?

"At this rate, I may just change my mind about Zim being so bad at his job."

Zim sat, staring at his computer as he listened to Mir and Tak upstairs. It really wasn't that hard to hear through the titaniam floor, at least not when they were making as much noise as they were.

Tak had suggested going back to Irk, or joining a refuge group in Meekrob, instead of raising the smeet that Zim was carrying on Earth. The way she saw it, it would be better for the new addition to their family.

Mir, to say the least, had not been very happy about the idea. She'd started yelling, Tak had started throwing things and using her PAK legs... And Zim had gotten upset about it all and locked himself in the heart of the base.

"Refuge on Meekrob, yeah right. They hate us..." Zim blinked, an idea striking him. There had been others who, like his mother, had been kicked off of both Devastis and Irk. Some of them must have ended up scattered across the universe. So why wouldn't Meekrob take in some? Defectives who knew about the Irken race's internal workings would be useful to them.

But things like that just didn't happen... or atleast, at the moment they didn't matter to the irken. He was deadset on staying on Earth. That was that.

Dib winced as he walked towards his bedroom door. He looked towards the remains of what had once been both his phone, alarm clock and his stereo

Nothing really looked any different in his room other than those things. Dib sighed, limping over to his desk and opening his laptop. He gave it the few minutes needed to boot up as he examined the bruises on his ribs again. Reaching over and clicking on an icon, Zim's voice met his ears.

"They never shut up." The irken was sitting in his chair, knees brought up to his chest and antennae flat against his skull. On the screen infront of him was the image of another irken. The one on the screen laughed as he said this. "They're family. You expect those two to actually stay civilized for a day, you might as well expect to see water on Irk."

"Yeah, yeah... mom said you and Nyx were coming here." The woman laughed again, and Dib moved the camera a bit so he could get a better look at her. Deep red eyes with odd black marks over both. "Yeah, I hope it doesn't sound like we're trying to impose, Zim. But honey, the news about you, it really hit it hard here. Nyx is pissed, and as far as I can tell some of the other defects are worried about you."

Zim shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Nyx is just pissed off that it isn't her kid. Or her that's pregnant. You know how she is, if she isn't beating on me, she's wanting what I've got."

"Yes, I know. But you also know that she misses you. You two were pretty close before the first Operation Doom." Zim smiled slightly, tightening his grip on his legs. "Yeah, Mercy, I know..."

The sound of something slamming and a crash caused all three to wince. "I better go see what they broke this time. Feel free to come down whenever."

"Will do, Zim." Zim cut the connection and left the room. Dib stared at him as he left, and froze the frame as he got a good enough shot of Zim's side.

"So that's the baby. Dammit, I..." His door slammed open, and Gaz glared at him. "Dad's home. We are going to orientation."

Dib blinked, remembering exactly what day it truely was.

Zim stared at Mir, raising an eyeridge. "You're going to what?"

"Teach at your school. Do you have a problem with it?" Mir asked, planting her hands on her hips. Zim turned and stared at Tak. She simply shrugged a shoulder.

"What are you teacher?" Zim tried, pulling on his wig as he walked out of the house. Mir and Tak were right behind him. "Sexual Education."

Zim tripped over his own feet. "You're WHAT?"

Mir blinked innocently. "Is that a problem, honey?"

"No, no problem at all." Zim said, standing back up. He offered a forced smile at his mother as she walked pass him. 'Irk, kill me now.'

"Gaz, that's not dad." Dib said, staring at the person sitting in his livingroom with wide eyes. Gaz shrugged. "I never said he was taking us, retard. I only said he was home."

"Hey Dib, Gaz." The dark haired woman turned her head towards them, blinking slowly. Dib twitched as he tried to avoid eye contact. "Hey Aunt Yelit."

The short haired woman stood, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Membrane, we're leaving."

"Goodbye son, goodbye daughter. Nice seeing you again, Yelit." The Professor called from the kitchen. This was followed by an exclaimation of 'TOAST'. Dib didn't have to question why his father remember his aunt and not them.

She was capable of scaring the shit out of anyone. Dib swallowed and repeated 'I'm going to die' over and over and over again. Gaz only smiled slightly and followed her without question.

Zim stared at the school as the radio played the news of three new deaths in the city. It wasn't that he didn't want to be here, he just... well, he just didn't want to be here.

The ex invader shifted from one foot to the other as he waited for Mir to register Tak. Then he waited impatiently for the principal to finish talking to the school. And even more as Ms Bitters stole the mic long enough to give everyone a five minute speech full of doom. By the time he had found that he was in his mother's homeroom he had started towards the door before everyone else. His hand grabbed someone else's as he reached for the door.

False violet eyes met hazel as Zim found himself holding Dib's hand, with... Zita glaring at him off of Dib's arm. Zim felt a pressure building up behind his eyes, but refused to submit to it. "Dib."

"Zim." The name held to enough hate to cause the irken to internally flinch. Thankfully he held his cool on the outside. He let out a breath of relief as everyone started pushing between them. He felt a hand grab his out of the random crowd and sighed, thinking it was Tak or his mother. However, his eyes snapped open when he was slammed against the cold wall. Dib grinned as he lowered his mouth to Zim's face and hissed harshly."I have legal rights over this little monster."

Images of autopsy tables and the drawings of his and Dib's youth flashed through his mind, and Zim let out a whimper. Just like that Dib was gone, off with Zita and whoever he had gotten a ride from. And Zim was left to curl into a ball and cry. Cry in fear for his baby. And in fear for himself.

Mir picked him up when she found him. She hushed him softly and brought him back to the car, where Tak was waiting. Zim silently promised that he'd look into these 'legal rights' when they got home. He would find out how to break these so called rights, and he would save the two of them from being put on some sick soul's butcher list, and off of some forbidden tape named after the large headed sicko that Zim had known his whole existance on Earth.

'Everything will work out, I promise you. Everything will be fine. He won't get you. I won't let him.' Zim thought, pressing a hand to the taunt flesh of his abdomen. Something pressed against his hand, and Zim felt his squeedly spooch stop for a moment. Zim turned his eyes to Tak and Mir, who were talking to eachother and focusing on the road. He bit his lip and curled into a tighter ball, wondering exactly what the hell that had been. He wouldn't say anything until he knew what was going on with his baby. He could have the computer do an x-ray and find out.

Or he could always consult Mercy. She was always the one his mother had gone to. She must have some form of experiance, even though she had never truely been pregnant. Zim swallowed the bile that was trying to come up his throat. Yeah, he would ask Mercy.

Maybe she would also be able to find out a few things about Eartheniod laws. Maybe Mercy could help him save the baby from Dib. Zim sniffed and closed his eyes, only to wake up shrieking at a sudden pain his lower stomach. Somehow he'd been moved to a bed. No doubt in his mother's apartment. Mir was at his side in a second, a million questions flying from her lips that Zim couldn't hear through his own pain blinded thoughts. 'No. No. No no no no no no no no no no NO!'

A/N: Aight, listen up here! Thanks to a certain crazy LA teacher, I've got homework every night. Essay-like homework, not the easy stuffs. So my brain power is currently mainly going to that. However, I will try to update this thing at least once a month. No promises, but I'll definatly TRY. Uhmmmm... I also NEED SMEET NAMES. So anyone who has any ideas, feel free to give me a hand.

Also, Yelit- Dib and Gaz's mom's sister... well, if the series would have continued I guess she would have just been Gaz's mom's sister. But also my main JtHM oc, which is a story I currently only have down on paper. For anyone interested, I'll try to get that one up soon... heh, I have plans with Mir teaching... oh such plans...