Helllo, everybody (if you guys watch the Simpsons, imagine me saying it like that really unskilled Doctor...um, I can't quite remember his name right now, but yeah) :D
I am here, valiantly updating before I go have some painkillers after landing on my head during self-defense yestersay (GOD, MY BRAIN HURTS!) X_X
Hope you guys are doing good and stuff, I will be doing another update tomorrow...yeah :D
Metal grinded against metal as sparks flew. Skoodge sighed, shutting off the machine for a moment. That wasn't right. The gears weren't meant to grind like that.
Tunica and he had been working on this for nearly four years now, and he had to admit, the ship was now in better shape than it had ever been. He wasn't sure if it could actually fly yet without killing everyone in it…but it was definitely better, to say the least.
He sighed and sat back in the chair in front of the Computer, "What do you think?"
"I think you're still short and annoying, and that wasting your time over a piece of scrap is your way for compensating for something," the Computer droned.
Skoodge sighed, "Yeah, I think the socket in compartment-8 is in the wrong place as well."
The Computer huffed and ignored the alien now.
Skoodge found it hard to believe that Tunica managed to put up with such a fussy and annoying piece of machinery. He wished she was here right now to deal with him.
Tunica, a day or so ago, told the family she was going away for a few weeks on a sort of vacation into nature, or something like that. Skoodge asked if anything might be wrong, seeing as she hadn't been sleeping or eating very well. Tunica simply smiled and said she was fine.
Skoodge had never seen her like this before, so he highly doubted that. Her last task before she left was giving Hope the last set of instructions on how to finish caring for the Sun Flower before it began to bloom and that when she returned, it would be fully grown. After that, she walked out the door, off on her own mission. Gaz and Skoodge had to admit, they found this quite strange and sudden of the magician.
But Skoodge trusted her decision none the less, and left her to do her own thing. He still missed her and Zim, to be honest. At least the kids were keeping him well entertained. They were such a handful at times. This was the only time he had to himself to work on the ship. Because Irkens didn't sleep, he found that coming downstairs to work from about 1 to 6 was his relaxing time.
Zim often spent this time watching TV softly in the lounge or reading quietly in his room.
Skoodge gave a small laugh. He remembered the first time Zim fell asleep while he was pregnant. He thought Zim had fainted and shook him vigorously to wake him up which left Zim in a crabby mood for the rest of the day. Only later did he realize that because of all the weird changes in his body and the hormones, he was now able to sleep to recharge his PAK's eaten up energy caused by the developing smeet. After having Nik, Zim went back to normal.
Skoodge closed his eyes, wondering what sleep felt like. Was it like when you are knocked unconscious? Is it like being dead, only you wake up again afterwards? He simply couldn't imagine it.
He sat up in a quick glide, sighing, "Irk, I need something to drink."
"Well don't expect me to get up and get it for you," the Computer said, rather annoyed at everything. Skoodge gave him a look, wondering for a moment where the off switch might be.
Skoodge ruffled through the badly lit refrigerator, wondering where Gaz hid the last can of cola. He pushed the bottle of orange juice out of the way and lifted up the yogurt to see if it was behind it. Nothing. He sighed standing, "I swear, if that woman had the last soda again…"
Skoodge's antennae perked, hearing something near the front of the house where the door was. He turned, trying to carefully peak his head out of the frame of the door surrounding the kitchen. He watched in confusion as the front door handle jingled slightly.
He looked around, grabbing a hold of the rolling pin hanging in the drying rack near the sink. He carefully took a few steps out of the kitchen, standing in the threshold of the door, waiting. He knew his appearance alone would have the crook startled long enough for him to make a move against him. Drat, if only Tunica were here. They had so much fun doing tag team fighting like they did back in the day.
The door clicked and opened slowly. Skoodge got ready, his grip around the pin tightening. The figure entered in a weak unrushed attempt, holding onto a suitcase tightly. Skoodge's weapon lowered as he sighed in relief, "Irk, Zim, you scared me. What are you doing home at this hour? And where's the annoying human?"
He began halfway through that sentence nearing the strange visitor, but when he was close enough to see Zim's features a bit better in this light...
He saw it.
He dropped the rolling pin and rushed up to the Irken, grabbing hold of him as he shook in pain, "Zim?"
Zim clung onto Skoodge like a Koala would a eucalyptus tree, trying to stay upright, "I-I'm…I'm f-f-fine. J-just…," he moaned suddenly, trembling.
Skoodge looked at his sick friend, his eyes darting back and forth. He had a fever. There were dark green and purple bruises along his neck and wrists. He was holding onto his stomach desperately as though it were about to fall out of him through his hand.
Skoodge wrapped Zim's arm around his neck and helped him over to the kitchen, knowing the Computer and systems in the labs would be able to help.
Zim held onto his mouth as they reached the frame of the door leading into the kitchen. He pushed away from Skoodge in a weak shove and dashed for the sink, heaving once more. Skoodge raced over to him, only to look on in horror. Mixed in with the clear vomit was blood. Zim looked at him wearily after his stomach was empty and fell backwards, passing out altogether. Skoodge grabbed him, trying to wake him up, "Zim? Zim! Answer me! Zim!"
Sigh, poor Zim doesn't sound very well, does he? Shame
Ah well, I shall return tomorrow...after a gooooood nap and some...uh...hmmm, give me a second here X_X
R&R and I will see u soon :p