You should know by now that I do not own Invader Zim, okay? This story had been getting pretty good reception. I figured I would update this before too long. This is one of my favorite project and I want to finish it up. But I don't have much to say here, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!
Dib looked up at the ceiling as he lay on the couch. I did it. I really did it. I am essentially a double agent. He thought. Christie was still sound asleep in her bedroom while Dib laid on the couch thinking all about what he said and had done. Zim still had not come home from his sudden assignment. He didn't know how he was going to break his new rebellion plans to Zim and his new allegiance. As much as Zim was getting pissed off at how the Invasion had ruined what he had with Dib, there was still a part of him that liked being important. If I could make him see... He'd still be important if we won... Dib mused in his mind, twiddling his fingers in concentration as he stared at the ceiling even more looking at the grains of plaster on it. I'm sure after I'd be needed to build Earth's defenses for the future. Zim would be more helpful for anyone then. We know about aliens now, and he would know about all the ones Irk knew about so he could help us immensely in defending Earth. But none of this reasoning had calmed down Dib. Trying to forget his mood, he turned on the TV, putting it on the Scary Monkey Show. Mysterious Mysteries was taken off the air when the Irkens Invaded , but Dib could hardly see why. Since alien life was defiantly proven now, they wouldn't fool with the rest. Or maybe it was that the ghost idea, life after death would give humans too much hope. A spark could start a fire of resistance. But the Irkens had made hope like a wet match in a dark cave. It would take a miracle for the rebels, what few there were, to cause a fire that could rid Earth of Irk.
Dib then sat up and looked out the window. Either it was the weather affecting the mood or the mood making November seem much worse, Dib didn't know. But the sleet that signified the coming of December seemed to only usher more misery. He placed his forehead on the glass and sighed. No matter what, this had to be done if Dib wanted to get his life to a facsimile of what it was before. Zim's car suddenly pulled in and he got out, causing Dib to perk up. Zim walked in and saw Dib was watching TV. "They show it yet?" He asked.
"What?" Dib asked confused.
"Some propaganda piece Gwish made it up to tell all humanity to stay inside the 23rd to the 26th of December." Zim said flopping down on the couch.
"That's the molt isn't it?" Dib asked sitting down next to Zim.
"Yeah and I have to be at the base during the whole thing. With Gretchen..." He shuddered.
"What's wrong with Gretchen?" Dib asked, knowing she had a crush on him for years until he came out as gay. Even then she seemed to take it in stride.
"Oh she's brilliant." Zim said rolling his eyes. He looked over to see that Dib was even more confused than he was before.
"How is that a problem?" Dib asked.
"Oh, the top medical students in both human and Irken physiology are going to be on the base to study the phenomenon. Unfortunately Gretchen made the cut. I ran into her the other day and it wasn't pleasant." Zim explained. "So, other than me trying to avoid the people I never want to see again, how was your day?"
Dib looked around. He didn't know how to say what he was going to tell Zim what he had planned with Christie. She was right. Zim was an uncertainty and he had to play this right. "I got some thinking done. Christie's head's still so awful she's still sleeping it off. I guess sound wave concussions mixed with tranquilizer will do that to you."
"That's good. She doesn't need to see what will be coming on soon..." Zim said placing his hand on his face, head falling back.
"What doesn't she need to see?" Dib asked.
"You'll see..." Zim said as trumpet fanfare began to play. The propaganda's message for humans to stay inside during the curfew of the mold was told and Dib just kept staring intensely. Of course Christie would hate being locked up and would scream but that wasn't something that couldn't be handled and would cause Zim that much distress. But it was Tallest Purple's voice that brought Dib to his full attention. 'And if you think we are kidding, see what our latest technology can do to a captured rebel'. And there it was, Derek during his execution. Dib was edited out but he knew what he had done. This was what Zim meant by not letting Christie see it. Yet there was no way it could be avoided. In fact it was going to be impossible to avoid. They would make sure it was seen all the time. Dib put his hands over his ears and ran out of the room and headed back down to the bedroom. His sins would never go away. They would never stop haunting him. Christie's hatred at his existence, his own guilt, everything wrong he had ever done was being constantly shoved back in his face. Zim had told him that he was just doing his job as ordered. If he disobeyed, he would be dead and that would be no way to save Derek's life, Floogoo would have just picked up the gun and finished the job. That did not sit right with Dib though. A man was in charge of his own life and could not say 'I was told by others to do this.' It was part of Dib he had been instilled with since a young age and it never came to his mind that he would forsake that part of him. You know how you could have saved his life. If you rebelled earlier, maybe when there was more hope in the rebels, he wouldn't have been capture and you wouldn't have had to kill him in a cheap show for the Tallest. A voice in Dib's mind said. It almost sounded like a softer, gentler, kinder version of Christie's. Like it could have been from when she was still young, innocent ad caring.
The elevator doors opened up and Zim stormed into the bedroom. "Dib, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Zim said as he stormed through the door of the bedroom. "I expected something like that out of Christie, but not you!"
"Well you weren't the one who pulled the trigger there killing an innocent man! You didn't build the device knowing that Derek was the one to be killed with it! You didn't aid in the oppression of humanity betraying all that you are!" Dib yelled as he threw the blanket off the bed.
"I don't know how innocent Derek really was, I mean he was leading rebellions against Irk." Zim said.
"Well, he was trying to protect his home. I tried to, gave up and let this happen. You still have a place to go and call home if something happened to me." Dib said solemnly.
"Oh really?" Zim yelled back. "What the fuck do you think I was doing when I was working on a way to repair the hole in the ozone layer?! You humans trashed this planet, Irk finished the job. You know as well as I do, humans would have done this to each other sooner or later anyway! History showed it time and time again. We Irkens are just more efficient at it that humans!"
"So? It's not like the mistakes you made is thrown in your face all the time!" Dib said.
"They are you fool!" Zim yelled back. "Each time I have to treat the one person who cared about me after the Tallest told me to go to Hell like shit so we won't be killed and I sense you hurt and distance from me, when I have to do all those awful general duties I have to, I betray my true self! I may be Irken but Earth is my home! I aid in destroying paradise into hell! The rain thing I could have worked around but this is the worst I have ever seen!"
Dib looked up. No way this would be an act. Zim wasn't that good on the spur of the moment. This could be the chance he needed, the opening to propose his idea. If he got killed for saying it, he didn't care anymore. And if Zim then tried to kill Christie afterwards, she would put up one hell of a fight before being killed. But it was like she said, if you weren't willing to die for what you loved, you didn't deserve to have it. Besides, if this resulted in her death, she'd finally be back with her family again and free from living in dumpsters McMeaties and strip clubs. "You mean it when you said you considered Earth your true home?" Dib asked looking up from his palms.
"Ever since you saved me from myself." Zim said.
"And you consider the Irkens violators, even though you are an Irken?" Dib asked making sure of Zim's intentions.
"Let's see, an enemy took pity and treated me with dignity and my leaders send me to a planet they thought worthless or even non-existent then say my mission was a farce then expect me to do their dirty work when they change their mind? What the hell do you think I think?" Zim said. "You saved me Dib. Your sympathy when I lost what I used to be is what saved me. You tried to hand me over to the FBI or wherever when we first met but you didn't take advantage of me when it would have been easy. You treated me like I mattered Maybe that was due to some underlying attraction then, I don't know. But that really puts things in perspective. But long story short, yes." Zim said as he looked at Dib's brown eyes.
"You won't tell anyone about this, right?" Dib asked. He knew the answer but he needed to hear it for himself.
"No." Zim said simply. "This would get us what I want us to have. The risk is acceptable. If I were to blab to people who treated me like shit and would destroy us, I didn't want it in the first place."
"Well, here is the plan. Christie knows some rebels. She said she would put me in touch with one of the ones she knows but they are very weary on who to trust." Dib said. "I barely got her to approve of the idea."
"Because you are a human scientist for Irk?" Zim said.
"Yeah." Dib nodded.
"But they will trust you a lot more than they would trust me." Zim said. "I would be seen as a nark. Many of the Irken high corps tried to infiltrate rebel headquarters before and they would scorn me.
Dib looked at Zim shocked. He was sure Zim would want to help, after all he was the one who became fed up with how he was being treated by the Irken Empire. From nothing to something that was really nothing had been too much of a ride for him. It was because of this that Dib was sure he was really ready to totally forsake Irk. However, to Zim it was confusing. He had been programmed from birth to be an Invader only to find out he wasn't really and then when he rebuilt something he actually liked, it was turned upside down. Now in the slim glimmer of hope there was, it would be turned upside down again if Dib and Christie's plan worked. The odds were so slim that Zim couldn't get excited about it. He couldn't even actually help. No rebel would let him in to do so. He was the top General on Earth after all. The odds that the Empire's chief of Earth would forsake it all were not good. But he wasn't about to stop Dib. He may have a chance. He stood up and looked at Dib. Zim realized his role in the rebellion.
"You go to the rebel base first." Zim said placing his arms on Dib's shoulders. "They wouldn't even trust you yet. Miyuki forbid I try at this point."
Dib felt slightly betrayed. He thought Zim would want it more than it seemed. "You are not going to sell me out?"
"Hell no!" Zim said. "We have to do this Invader-style in reverse."
"Huh?" You don't want to take them over?" Dib asked.
"The rebels are like Earth, defenseless and clueless. You are the link in between them and Irk and I will feed you all the specifics. Like if they get to the lab during the molt, there will be little ability for the Irkens to fight back." Zim said looking to the left then back at Dib with a smile and a wink.
"Did you just give me an attack tip to hand over to Christie's rebels?" Dib asked astonished.
"Maybe." He said kissing Dib on the cheek.
"I have to do this. We may lose it all, but what is life if we don't?" Dib said looking into Zim's eyes.
"It would not be worth it. I will set up an attack on the labs during the molt. Tell me what they have, what they plan to use and I will give you tips to get around the Mechadoomers. Like take out the battery and it is useless." Zim said.
"I won't forget it. But Christie will get me when I am supposed to meet them." Dib said as he laid down and tried to go to sleep.
Finally he managed to get close enough to sleep that night, when Christie stood over him in a black turtleneck and khaki pants and smacked him. "Get the fuck up! I have a meeting! Did bugman over there agree?"
"Dib's going in first, I'm feeding him information on Irk's weaknesses. I am doing it that way because I am sure that your rebels will show more trust in a human Irk scientist than they would think that I would be a rebel. So Dib will know it all, you guys could win." Zim said looking over at Christie with disdain. He didn't like her on a good day and when she woke Dib up and managed to wake him up too, that made it worse. "Don't worry, to the Irkens, I know nothing."
"Good point." Christie said. "You won't sell us out to the Tallest then?"
"Fuck no. I'm just pissed you woke me!" Zim said turning over.
"I'm getting dressed." Dib said as he put on a pair of pants, boots, long sleeved shirt and a black trench coat. "I'll see you later Zim."
"Yeah! I love you Dib, but get the hell out!" Zim said turning back over.
"Oh Zim sure loves me..." Christie said as she put a black wool cap on and followed Dib out.
"It's complicated." Dib said, trying to make Christie feel better. If he did, then maybe his guilt would ease.
"I think he'd hate me even if I didn't have a 500 million monies price on my head." Christie said as they walked down the street. She seemed strangely calm about all this. "I have been told that I am a bitch."
"No, you just had to live too hard." Dib said putting his hand on Christie's shoulder, which she them pinched the web between his pointer finger and thumb.
"Just follow my route." She said as she turned into various alleyways and sewer pipes to get across town. "Did you know when my parents were killed I was only worth 50 monies to the Empire?"
"Why are you so nonchalant about having such a huge bounty on your head?" Dib asked.
"You learn to live with this kind of thing. I could be dead at any time so having bounties and shit like that don't worry me. It just is a fact of life. Derek is dead, so there is nothing left to really give a shit about. Hell before I found him in those blasted labs, I hoped he was alive and that could get me through. But he's dead." She cast an evil look at Dib. "And I'm alive. So if you will do your part to keep his legacy alive, I will help you. You sell out Irk, you're sorry in my book." She climbed over a pile of garbage and helped Dib over and slid down. She then walked by an old abandoned warehouse. Behind the warehouse was a dumpster pushed over the back door and knocked on it.
"Who be it, knocking on the Gaia Defense Army's dumpster?" A rough, slightly nasily voice said.
"Christie. I have the mole you wanted. He would be a perfect asset." She said looking back at Dib At least the bastard is the best we got.
"Is he trustworthy?" The voice asked.
"Well, I'm not dead. He also has as much to lose if not more than me." Christie said.
"Fine. Come in." The voice said as the top lid of the dumpster opened up, which Christie climbed in, jumped down with a thud and motioned for Dib to follow. He climbed in, expecting to be surrounded by trash but saw a tunnel cut into the back of the dumpster. Christie walked along, knowing where to go.
"That hole was carved by an Irken laser gun and then some rebels got a brilliant idea to use it as an entrance. Nobody would suspect a dumpster would be the entrance to a rebel hideout. I used to come to here a lot after my parents were killed. But when they heated up the search for me, I stopped coming by as much. That way the only one they would get would be me." She then opened a door where a nasily, acne faced man sat on an old office chair like a throne.
"Ah, I see who this is. I heard a lot about this guy." The guy in the office chair said looking at Dib's notoriously famous hair. "Finally, you dig underground to become the mole. I knew you would eventually, from reading your old Skool records. Welcome to the Gaia Defense Army! I am Seamus and you are in our headquarters!" He said to Dib as Christie closed the door behind them. "I await to hear why you decided to become our mole."
So how was that? I put you on a slight cliffhanger there. But hey, I can't give it all away in one chapter. But anyway how was it? Good? Bad? Long? Short? Dialogue-heavy? Let me know in a review! I don't have much else to say here so remember to read (well you just did) and to review! Ciao for now,
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