Here it is! The newest chapter in The Days of Our Queen! I are soooo happeh! Actually I came across a startling fact the otherday...peoples don't like a female Zim. O.o Well not all of them, but a good portion of ZADR fans prefer a male/male relationship... To be honest, my intent had been to keep Zim male, but the story wouldn't come to fruition the way I wanted it so Zim is a chick, but it's for a REALLY good reason! I promise!

Anywhoo, sorry if the beginning reads a bit wierd, it made sense in my head, but on paper was a little iffy, I may change it at a later date, but for now bear with me!


CHAPTER 7: TEARS

The Massive was deathly silent, and dark to boot. It was night in their quadrant of space and all but the night guards were floating unconsciously in their sleeping tubes.

Tallest Purple slipped out of the shadows of the main deck and looked around. With all the Irkens that occupied the area it was easy to forget just how big the control room really was, he scrambled across the floor, searching the infinite amount of tiles for the one that up until the previous day had remained untouched.

'You couldn't wait for me?' he wondered, annoyed at his counterpart Red. No sooner did Purple tell his co-ruler about the incident yesterday did the red commander plunge him into a sea of work. "Erase the memories of the Irkens involved with the meteor disaster, build a force field around the Massive to keep the waves from sending everyone over the edge again, clear everyone who has any business on the main deck for the next week, AND make me a sandwich!" he mimicked Red with a dumbed down voice.

The massive tile that made the right eye of the Irken insignia ended up being the key '1.000 years really screws the memory up,' Purple mused, swearing up and down it was the jaw tile. A cold rush of air and smoke pierced out of the circumference of the tile, with a loud KOOSH it dropped three inches and slid into the hole of the adjacent tile.

A platform a few inches smaller than the opening sputtered to life. Purple stepped on to it and waited as the archaic machinery closed the tile over his head and took him to a secret chamber in the ship, "Glad you took the time to clear the cobwebs." Purple muttered as the dust aggravated his allergies.

The tube dropped into a large room filled with ancient monitors, pre-holograms. Time, or rather Zim had been unkind to the room, granted it was old, but the damaged screens and scattered cords looked recent, 'Probably when Zim took over the ship with a remote control' Purple figured. In the center was a high-backed throne which was currently occupied by Red. He sat to the side of the chair, his hand cradling his pensive head, "We got more reports," he said, not turning to look at Purple, "Irkens as far as the Thylythe quadrant are sending in reports of a strange euphoria."

Purple's jaw dropped, "T-that far?" he asked. Even the original, as powerful as that one had been, could never reign even half as far.

"Are the memories of the older ones returning?" Purple asked, Red stared at the floor to the side of the chair, rubbing his temple, "Nothing as of yet, but it's only a matter of time. How, how could we miss one?" he asked, it was obvious the news still perturbed him.

"What's our next move?" Purple, who had never been much of a leader asked. After a moment of silence, Red sat up straight, "Call everyone within that perimeter to congregate at Conventia, tell them they've won something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know! Get creative!" Red yelled, "We'll take care of them by adding the rock to their packs; that should at least buy us some time. Have you pinpointed the coordinates of the signal?" he asked, Purple nodded, "C125.04554 by R52.10258 is where it originated." Red turned to his co-ruler, "Where exactly is that? I don't remember having any planets of interest in that area."

"I'm not sure, it'll take some time to de-code," Purple said.

"I'm going to be accessing the files down here, in the meantime work on those coordinates and keep everyone out!" Red ordered.

Purple smirked at Red's bossy attitude, but decided to say nothing, turned and started back towards the deck. "Hey," Red called, the purple king turned back to his comrade, Red was looking straight into his eyes, "What did it feel like?"

"Like we have a serious problem on our hands," was all he said.


The sharp gleam of the early morning sun pierced through the blinds and woke Zim from his slumber. Not so content with the idea of waking up, the Irken scowled at the mark of a new day and turned away from it; snuggling deep into the warm pillow. As his green head burrowed into the down and cloth, it disturbed an unfamiliar scent, different from the ones he had to adjust to when Dib confined him to the horribly uncomfortable couch. It was not unpleasant- quite the opposite, an intoxicating bouquet of musty smells. Zim's antennae grazed the pillow, cologne of some sort.

'I know that cologne, it is the stink of Dib!' Zim realized. His magenta eye cracked open and was shocked to see not the back of the couch, but a dark brown wall with paranormal posters on it. Zim shot up, his eyes dancing around wildly, how did he end up in Dib's room?

"I am in the monkey-Dib's sleep chamber, ew!" he yelled thrusting the covers from his body. What was that fool thinking, touching Zim, cradling him as he took the unconscious alien to his room. The alien rose and stormed down the hallway. Unacceptable!

Dib's night had not been a peaceful one. He kept waking as regular intervals, fearful that Zim would either try to murder or screw him in his sleep. He decided after this point to install a security system that was trained on Zim's DNA on the doors, windows, and air duct system, only then would he sleep to the next morning.

And speaking of mornings, this one was not a pleasant one. The sensation of being watched robbed any sense of security needed to fall asleep from the teenaged boy. Shifting to where he was now facing the ceiling, Dib opened his eyes and was met with an unnerving sight.

His nemesis was hovering over the couch and staring straight at him.

Dib yelped and fell off the couch with a sickening thud. Indifferent to any pain Dib found himself in. Zim stuck out his chest and pointed at the teen, "Yes! Cower in fear of Zim!"

"I wasn't scared; I just forgot you were staying here." He spat, pressing his hands against his back in an attempt to realign his aching spine. 'I never knew how much our couch sucked,' he thought with deep sarcasm.

Gir came traipsing in to the room, throwing his little puppy arms around Dib's leg as soon as he made eye contact, "Thank you for giving my master your bed, it was awl naice and cumfy and cowzy and naice and cumfy and cowzy and nai-."

"You're welcome, Gir," Dib cut in, stopping what was probably going to be a 3 hour loop of gratitude.

"I will not give thanks," Zim piped up, waving in Dib's direction, "It is obvious you feared my wrath. I am just sad my unconscious body had to suffer the sensation of you picking me up with your…filthy ape claws."

The events of last night came flooding back, the dream and the view that he endured upon waking up, "I didn't give you my bed, you came into my room last night!" he yelled.

Zim was appalled, "You're lying!" he screeched.

"The hell I am! You snuck in while I was asleep and were all-," he dropped the rest of the sentence; thoughts came to his mind, setting the gigantic gears turning.

"Were all what, Monkey boy?" Zim asked, wondering what putrid lie the earthling had stewing in his head orifice.

Dib scowled as his 'camo-guage' went on the fritz as Zim had put it. He wanted to replay their little night encounter and the dream that preceded it as sparingly as he possibly had to. He also remembered that Zim was sleep walking and wouldn't remember anyway.

"Nevermind," he said, forfeiting a chance to put Zim in his place.

"Nonetheless human, I need to clean myself of your stench. Where is your disinfecting chamber?" he asked, starting for the bathroom.

Dib reached out and grabbed Zim's arm, "Oh no you don't, we have to start fixing your problem!"

It was Zim's turn to scowl, fighting with Dib had at least made him forget his little predicament and it was once again staring him in the face. Everything was a mess, he was baseless, clueless about what exactly was wrong with him, and worst of all in the hands of his arch nemesis.

He was also worried, there were things about his new anatomy that made sense, but many other things that didn't. Why did it take so long for him to change, not just from male to female, but over the years? He'd been on Earth for 6 years now, thousands of light-years away from his kind, why hadn't he changed sooner? And why was the place between his legs unchanged? He hadn't told Dib, but the change was supposed to be complete by now. So many questions and Dib was his only means of answers.

Zim was so into his thoughts; he hadn't realized he and Dib were staring at each other or that Dib's hand was still softly curved around his arm. He jerked his shoulder forward, slipping out of Dib's grip, "Don't touch me, human!" he spat. The taller teen seemed to snap out of something as well and turned away, "S-sorry," he muttered and sat on the couch. While he was turned, Zim rubbed the warm spot where Dib's hand had been, curiously dissecting the new feeling in the pit of his squeedily spooch.

"So, you said certain parts of your body haven't changed right?" Dib asked. Zim took a seat as well and nodded, "That means we still have a chance to change you back, that's good news," he re-stated. "But I'm curious, you said you don't have a penis, just what exactly does a male Irken have?"

Gaz stormed into the room, interrupting them for the second time, "Hey! You two aren't dressed?" she barked. Dib glared at his sister, from the interruption AND the new wardrobe she helped Zim buy, "We have an hour!" Dib said.

"Not today, Dad said to take the bus and it'll be here in 20 minutes! Get going!" she yelled and grabbed Zim's arm. The Irken felt a little annoyed, something about where she was grabbing him ticked the alien off. He shook the emotion away, if anything Gaz was assisting in the removal of the Dib-stinks handprint.

As Gaz helped him into what the female human's call a bra, his mind began to turn. And by the time they were all seated in the bus, Zim was armed with a rather dangerous question.

Zim took the seat in the back, Dib, to his dismay sat next to him. Gaz took the seat directly in front of them and, with her sisterly duties completed, abandoned them for her GameSlave.

Dib had created a file on his laptop that was going to be dedicated to Zim's predicament and was getting some basic questions and observations in when Zim asked, "I am curious Dib," he said, staring out the window, a few kids he recognized were walking to the bus stop, a part of him idly thought of how they were going to react to his new look.

"Hm?" Dib grunted, still staring at the screen.

"Why were you at the base of Zim?"

Dib tensed, his fingers froze just above the letters of the unfinished sentence, "I, er, thought you were up to something evil," he stammered, and quickly resumed typing. It was the truth, so why was he so nervous?

"I saw that my personal journal had been accessed, you would have known or at least thought I died. Why did you stay?"

"It's not rocket science, you wouldn't have trusted Gir with a bomb of that caliber. I heard a strange noise and stumbled upon you just as you woke up," he explained, leaving out the fact that he was actually the one who ruptured the cocoon. Zim was silent for a moment, then yawned and turned away from Dib, "I see, wake me up when we arrive at skool," he said. Dib breathed a sigh of relief, his mind already aware of the different places that conversation could have gone.

Unbeknownst to him, Zim had a secret. His mind played back the moment just before his base kicked him out, how he stumbled upon his journal, how a new recording has been stored. In the process of slamming the journal against the floor, Dib had triggered the record button. A few more smashes would have rendered the journal unreadable, but Zim saw everything, the tears of anguish Dib had shed for his alien rival. At first the only thing that registered were the words "You were mine to destroy!" and filled the alien with boundless anger, but why the tears? Humans shed tears when they were sad, right? Why would Zim's passing make Dib sad? He saw that Dib had asked himself that same question, but the look of sorrow on the cracked and crackling screen spoke volumes for the human and left the alien somewhat confused.

The question he really wanted to ask played over and over in his mind.

'You shed tears for me, why?'


Well here it is, the beginning of the love in their love/hate relationship. I wanted it to be sweet, but not fluffy, I detest cutesy fics XD. I also wanted to give a little insight in Zim's part, how he feels about the whole situation and a secret to boot! Where is this all going? And what up with the Tallest, man? Something's afoot in the IZ universe and I intend to find out what!

R&R please