Chapter Eleven: Dog
Warnings: Lots of Gir action! And some lemony goodness. Mmmm
Gaz was busy…something about a gaming tournament, and Gir wasn't allowed to come. "Gir, I can't keep my eye on you today. You have to stay with the boys today, okay?" Gaz instructed to Gir. Gir saluted.
"Yes, earth girl!" Gir barked.
"Good," Gaz said and walked away, game in hand. Gir watched her go sadly, he was spending so much time with Gaz now. Like when Gaz found out that Dib was okay…she held Gir for a very long time. Gir didn't know why she did that, but he liked it when she held him close. Gir turned to face Zim's base. It had been a long time since he'd been there again. He strode in happily and saw Dib on the couch. The Dib looked sad, Gir wanted to know why.
"Puppy-head!" Gir yelled as he slammed into the couch cushion next to Dib. "Why you so sad?" He asked, poking Dib's big head. Dib was watching something on TV with a very sad expression, but the TV people looked happy, why wasn't Dib happy too?
"Oh..Gir," Dib said absently, "I didn't know you'd be here." Dib looked over at Gir. Gir could see sadness all the way in Dib's eyes and the way he slouched.
"Why you so sad, big head?" Gir asked again. Dib winced and turned away.
"Well…I guess it's okay to tell you, since you'll forget in a minute anyway," Dib sighed. Gir watched him expectantly. "I just wish…I wish Zim would spend less time downstairs…and more time up here…ya know?" Gir nodded, even though he wasn't really paying attention. "We agreed to be closer…but we're still so apart! I should just go down there and make him come up!" Dib yelled, but sat still.
"I'll go get him!" Gir yelled. Gir ran to the chute and went down, leaving Dib speechless on the couch. He just stayed and kept watching TV, not worrying about the little robot too much.
Gir landed in one of Zim's labs, he had so many. He'd already forgotten what Dib said. He just wandered until he found Zim. Zim was in one of the smaller labs, working on something, like always. "Master!" Gir yelled. Zim looked over at Gir. Zim was out of disguise and wasn't wearing his jacket.
"What, Gir?" Zim said impatiently. Gir stood for a moment, scratching his metallic head.
"I forgot!" Gir chirped happily. Zim just stared at him in boredom for a minute.
"Gir, I have an important question for you," Zim said, his eyes lighting up.
"Yes, Master!" Gir said, saluting, eyes glowing red.
"How do you go into sleep mode?" Zim asked, peering down at him. Gir's eyes went back to blue.
"Like this!" And Gir switched himself off and fell into sleep.
"GIR!" Zim yelled, shaking Gir awake.
"Yes, Master?" Gir chirped.
"I didn't mean show me, I meant tell me," Zim explained, still gripping on Gir to keep him from flying off.
Gir giggled in his mechanical way. "That's easy," Gir said, and told Zim what he did. Then he continued to giggle and start rolling around on the floor. When he looked back up at his master he was back to the computer, he looked serious and intent on something. Gir just tilted his head strangely and wondered what Zim was doing.
But as soon as he started wondering, he felt like making muffins. Gir flew off towards the elevator, Zim oblivious to his leaving.
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"Gir what are you-" Dib started as he walked in the kitchen, but stopped. Gir had pancake pix all over the floor and muffins spread all over the place.
"HI!" Gir yelled.
"Why…?" Dib asked, motioning to the disaster mess of the kitchen.
"I like pancakes!" Gir screeched.
"Of course you do," Dib said as he sat at the table. Gir noticed the sad look on Dib's face again.
"Big-head! Why you so sad?" Gir asked as he stood on top of the table.
Dib laughed a little. "I guess you forgot about earlier…" Dib said. Gir turned his head to the side, not knowing what Dib was talking about. Dib sighed. "I just wish life around here was…more…normal," Dib said, seeming to struggle to find his words.
"Like Gossip Girl!" Gir yelled.
"Wha…no!" Dib replied, wondering where that came from.
"Let's go!" Gir said, grabbing Dib's hand and dragging him off towards the door.
"Go where, Gir?" Dib asked cautiously.
"To the park!" Gir screeched as he slid his disguise on and continued to drag Dib out the door. Dib just went along, happy to have something to do, at least.
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"Squirrel!" Gir yelled.
"Gir! That's not a squirrel! That's a kid, leave him alone!" Dib yelled after Gir, scooping him up in his arms, letting the frightened kid run back to his mother.
"Aw…but I wanted the squirrel…" Gir moaned.
"Well, Gir…" Dib said, about to explain why he couldn't have the 'squirrel'. But Gir escaped his arms and started running towards the larger part of town. "Gir!" Dib yelled. He couldn't loose Gir, he didn't know why, but it worried him to think of loosing Gir. So he ran as fast as he could after the speeding little dog.
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Zim held up a computer chip he'd just finished upgrading. Now it would allow him to shut off, the way Dib and Gir did. He beamed, proud of his work. Just after he placed it in his pak, Zim heard the incoming intruder alert message playing. He wondered who it was, seeing as the only intruder he ever had before now was Dib. He looked at his security screens and gasped. It simply couldn't be.
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A squirrel, a real one this time, leapt into a tree. Gir followed it, stopping momentarily to watch it. "GAAAAHHH!" Gir screamed as he felt hands grab at his sides. The hands turned him around and he saw big-headed puppy-smelly boy. "HiIII!" Gir waved.
"Gir…I chased you…all over…town…" Dib panted. He looked tired. Gir decided he needed a huge and tackled him. "That's it Gir! We're going home!" Dib yelled.
"YAY!" Gir yelled, not even listening to Dib. All the way home, Dib attempted to keep Gir within reach, just in case he decided to run off again. By the time they got home it was nearing sunset and Dib was exhausted. Gir, at least, was content enough to come back home without wandering off again.
The house seemed different when Dib entered, as if there was a sort of energy in it. He followed the energy into the kitchen and gasped. "About time you got back!" Zim yelled, angrily.
"Hey…Zim," Dib muttered, watching the scene before him. Professor Membrane was sitting across the kitchen table from Zim. "Hey Dad, what are you doing here?" Dib asked.
"I was just speaking to your foreign friend here about how my labs run!" Professor Membrane shouted. "But the main reason I came was to talk to you two together!"
Dib internally moaned, this really couldn't be good. "Yeah dad?" Dib asked, sitting next to Zim.
"Well, I just wondered how far the two of you had gotten?" Professor Membrane asked, peering at them closely.
"Oh god dad…" Dib moaned, his hands in his face. Zim just blinked at the two of them. He had no idea what the man meant.
"I'm just curious. I have a machine that can splice the DNA of two people together! That's how you were made, Dib!"
"Wait…I was born through a machine?" Dib asked, almost in horror, looking up at his dad.
"Hey, so was I!" Zim said in surprise, finally understanding something in the conversation.
"Well, there's one thing you have in common!" Membrane pointed out happily. Zim beamed and Dib groaned and sank in his chair.
"Dad…we're…we're not that far yet…" Dib told him. Zim still didn't know what they were talking about.
"Oh really? You live together but you haven't had sex?" He asked bluntly. Dib blushed and wished he were dead rather than there. It couldn't get worse.
"What's sex?" Zim whispered, Membrane not hearing the question. It just got worse, Dib blushed more.
"Dad, is that all you wanted to talk about?" Dib asked.
"Well, pretty much," He admitted. "I suppose I'll go back to the lab now, with REAL SCIENCE!"
"Yeah dad…you do that…" Dib mumbled.
"Just remember the splicing machine!" He yelled as he left.
"I will, dad," Dib mumbled again. He turned to look at Zim, who was grinning. "What's so funny, Zim?" Dib asked, not in the best of moods.
"Not funny, something good," Zim said, keeping the information to himself.
"Zim, tell me," Dib growled.
"Tell me what sex is first," Zim taunted. Dib groaned and fell back in the chair again.
"It's…it's a ritual…that people do sometimes…" Dib tried explaining, choosing words Zim might understand more. "They do it to…claim each other…in love…"
"Oh…" Zim said quietly, thinking about that. "I claim you, Dib."
"I know…" Dib sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Is that all there is to the ritual?" Zim asked.
"No…" Dib sighed again. "It's pretty physical, the whole ordeal…" Dib stopped after he realized what he was saying. Now Zim would want to do this 'ritual' and Dib just told him what it was instead of lying about it and saving himself. "Um…"
Zim looked at Dib sadistically. "Describe this…physical ritual to Zim," He said, inching closer to Dib.
"It's not something I can describe, Zim," Dib groaned. He inched a bit away.
"Then show Zim," He demanded.
"No," Dib uttered without thinking.
Zim stared at him in silence for a moment before falling back in his chair, crossing his arms. "You do not wish to claim Zim in this…ritual of love?" Zim asked disappointed.
"Well…It's not that, exactly," Dib stuttered.
"What then?" Zim asked. Dib noticed his hurt, yet questioning expression.
"I…you…it…uhhh…." Dib struggled to figure out what he was talking about. Zim wanted sex. Did Dib want it too? "The moment…has to be…I don't know, special…you know, worked up…" Dib explained.
"Worked up?" Zim asked, becoming more curious.
"Erm…"
Zim grinned. "I remember seeing that on the TV…" Zim said softly and slowly. "Foreplay…isn't it?" Zim asked, seducing Dib.
"Y-yeah…" Dib stuttered. What sort of shows did Zim watch? Zim turned on Dib and pinned him to his chair. "It hurts…you know…the uh…ritual," Dib told him quickly.
"I've been through worse…" Zim said, shrugging off the thought of pain. Zim moved his face closer to Dib's panicked one. He hooked his hand around Dib's waistband, making Dib's heart start running a million miles an hour. Then he realized that Zim probably didn't know that part, he was most likely just keeping his balance by grabbing Dib's pants.
But he would know soon. Zim leaned in a pressed his mouth against Dibs. Dib wrapped his arms around Zim, deciding not to just sit there are be harassed by Zim. Dib was definitely going to be the dominant one in this. He kissed Zim back harder, taking Zim by surprise, but they both kept on going.
Zim got up suddenly, still kissing Dib, and hoisted Dib up by the arms. Dib grunted, wishing Zim weren't so demanding, but let it slide. Zim made up for it with groping Dib's sides hungrily. They somewhat stumbled over to the couch. Dib knew it would have been smart to head for his room where no one could walk in, but that was too far away. He wanted Zim now. He tore Zim's clothes off, Zim ripping Dib's off as well. They fought, almost, for who was more dominant, but they ended up just switching, tossing and turning furiously as they worked.
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Warm. Zim was warmer than he'd ever been. Earlier the Dib had requested the computer bring them Dib's blanket from his bed. Then Dib and Zim meshed closer than they ever had before. Zim could feel sweat come off of Dib, but it didn't burn Zim like it normally would have, Zim was too tired to figure out why though. Zim had ended up leaving his projector on after all, though he didn't know why. Now Dib was curled up beside Zim, about to fall into the world of sleep. So was Zim, come to think of it. His thoughts kept drifting, sliding and becoming less clear. But he didn't want to sleep just yet.
Zim poked Dib in the head lightly, rousing him. He made a slight humming noise to show he was listening. "Dib? …I have a question…" Zim said quietly. Dib opened his eyes to look at Zim questioningly. "What is sleep like?" Dib smiled and got closer to Zim.
"It's like…getting to rest after a really long day of doing things…it feels good…" Dib said sleepily.
"As good as the love, ritual, sex thingy did?" Zim asked, because the ritual thingy had felt very good indeed.
"Almost…" Dib answered. Sex must have felt very good for Dib because he was answering Zim much more easily than normal. Zim let him slip into his subconscious sleep world. He watched as Dib went into his innocent looking face. It made Zim smile, getting to see Dib look so relaxed. Zim let his own thoughts slide away now as he closed his eyes. He never did tell Dib the good news…oh well, Dib would know in the morning, no need to wake him now.
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Your guts will be strewn on an autopsy table!
Cold. Why was everything cold? He couldn't figure out. Where was Dib? He looked around himself, looking. Finally he saw Dib behind him. 'Dib,' He called out. Dib smiled sweetly, more sadistically than usual. He raised a hand and waved. '…Dib…?' Zim watched as Dib walked away, fading out of Zim sight.
'D-Dib, come back!' Zim yelled, he tried to reach out to Dib, but he couldn't move his arm. He looked down and saw a bright metal band on his wrist. There was another band on his other wrist. 'What's going on! Where's Dib?' Zim demanded. Cold laughter filled the air.
'He's gone, Zim,' The voice said. 'You can't have him anymore. You don't deserve him.'
'What are you talking about? Who are you?' Zim asked loudly. He kept looking around but saw no one. He realized he was strapped to a metal table.
'It doesn't matter who I am…' The voice said. 'It matters who you are…'
'I know who I am, who are you?' Zim asked again. That horrible laughter sounded again.
'Who are you? Do you even know? You pose as a human, a scientist…but that's not what you are. You're an alien, an alien hated by his own kind none the less…' the voice said, teasing him. Zim bit his lip, keeping his comments to himself, and tried to understand what the mysterious person was saying. A hand rose above Zim, holding a sharp, deadly looking razor blade. 'What are you, Zim?' As Zim stared at the blade in horror, the words kept echoing in the large space.
'What are you, Zim?'
"Wake up, Zim!"
"Huh?" Zim opened his eyes to see Dib staring at him.
"You're bleeding…" Dib pointed out. Zim felt the wetness next to his head and felt his mouth with his hand.
"Oh…" Zim said, fingering his wound. There was blood on the couch and on Zim's face. Luckily he hadn't gotten it on Dib as well.
"…bad dream?" Dib guessed.
"Uh…yeah…" Zim answered. Is that what that was, a dream? Dib held Zim's head in his hands.
"You don't look too bad," Dib said with a smile. "What did you dream about?"
"Eh…nothing…" Zim said, deciding not to describe the strange dream.
Dib laughed lightly. "I didn't even know Irkens slept," He said.
Zim smiled with pride now, forgetting all about his overnight wound. "We're not supposed to, but I took Gir's sleep mode ability and installed it into my pak." Dib smiled at Zim.
"So that's where you've been all day," Dib sighed, leaning into Zim's chest.
"Yup," Zim concluded. He leaned into the couch, letting Dib snooze on him. After a while he felt dib playing with the projector around his neck. Zim finally sighed and poked Dib in the head. "I have to work…" It was a Monday, as the professor had told him the previous night.
"Really?" Dib whined, purposely being difficult. "Do you have to?"
"Well, I could just vaporize you…" Zim said. Dib chuckled.
"No you wouldn't."
"I might."
"Yeah right."
"I really could."
"Then do it."
"…"
"See?"
"I have to work…"
"Fine," Dib finally got up and let Zim sit up. Dib sat on the couch and watched Zim collect his clothes back up.
"What?" Zim said, turning around.
"Nothing…" Dib sighed. He blushed and turned away a little. "I just like watching."
"Of course you do," Zim said proudly. He grinned and walked off to clean the blood off of himself. When he got back to the main room, Dib was already dressed and making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Leaving?" Dib asked sadly.
"Yeah…" Zim answered.
"Hey," Dib said, before Zim left, "Can I move some of my stuff downstairs?" Zim thought about that. There probably wasn't anything down there that would hurt Dib, even if there was, Zim would probably be home in time to destroy it anyway.
"Sure," Zim shrugged.
"Thanks," Dib said smiling. He hugged tight, kissing him passionately.
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Zim walked into the Membrane building cautiously, not knowing what to expect. It was fairly clean, unlike most other filthy earth places. It almost reminded Zim of Vort, where he'd been in military researcher. He remembered the monstrosity he created and chuckled to himself. Still only he thought that idea was ingenious. He found the workstation and slid the white coat on. Somehow it felt strange on Zim, not like he'd expected. He looked around for Professor Membrane, not seeing him anywhere.
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Dib grabbed a couple boxes in his arms, letting Gir carry a couple. They headed to the elevators and went deeper into the base. Dib searched around until he found an empty room to store things in. He stacked up the boxes, showing Gir what to do. Something in his gut told him something was wrong. He couldn't place what was wrong exactly though. He realized he couldn't see the very back of the room very well. He asked Gir to shed some light on the room so Dib could see. What lied at the back of the room was shiny and Irken looking.
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Zim found Membrane in one of the labs. He was hunched over something. "You came, that's very good, Zim…" He said, oddly quiet for the loud man.
"Professor Membrane…is something going on?" Zim asked.
The man turned around quickly to face Zim. "There's always something going on in the world of SCIENCE!" The man boomed. Zim wished he hadn't asked. "White looks good on you," Membrane commented.
"Thanks…" Zim replied.
"Better than it should…" Membrane said, eying the visible metal cord around Zim's neck. He simply didn't know how to reply to that. "Come over here, my boy! There's a special project going on that I want you to see!" Membrane said, holding out his arm to Zim. He came forward happily to see what the project was.
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Dib had no idea what the Irken thing was. There was a huge metallic plate, surrounded by cords and machines. There was a small screen that had Irken print scrawled across it. Dib had no idea what it said. He stepped onto the plate to get a better view of the words. Just as he stepped onto the metal surface, it lit up a dark red and the sound of an old machine getting started after many years sounded.
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The project looked like a huge magnet. Well, to Zim. To any human it would have seemed like something unpredictable. But Zim could feel the magnetic pulsing of it. He didn't know why Membrane thought it was so fascinating. "What's going on here?" Zim asked, feeling confused.
"Why don't you flip the switch and find out?" Membrane offered, holding up a control panel to Zim. Zim shrugged and flipped the switch. He felt the force of the machine coming to life. But that wasn't all he felt.
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A bright red light illuminated the plate. It rose slightly. Over the machine he could hear Gir making aw sounds at the machine. It was warming up for something. Dib desperately searched for an off switch. He saw a button on a far off panel and he struggled to reach it. He pressed the button quickly and felt a slight stinging sensation throughout his body. He closed his eyes as the machine became deafening. He held his hands over his ears, waiting for it to stop. When it finally did he looked up and nearly passed out at what he saw.
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Zim felt tugging at his neck, the metal cord was straining at him. "Isn't it great!" The professor yelled. The machine became louder and more forceful. Zim's projector finally gave in, though he didn't know it was so weak, and it flew against the machine and broke into tiny little pieces. Destroyed forever. Professor Membrane turned the machine off and looked at Zim with evil eyes. He felt that his disguise was gone. He looked at his hands, two fingers and a thumb per hand.
"We've got you now," Membrane growled, surprising Zim. Wasn't Professor Membrane just a brainless human, like all the rest? He never saw through any of Zim's disguises, right? Wrong. "It's taken a long time, Zim, but finally, you're ours…" A team of men seemed to come out of nowhere and grab Zim's arms, taking him captive. Professor membrane had known the whole time. It was why he'd been so accepting of him and Dib, and why he'd offered Zim the job. And Zim fell right into his trap. He looked down in shame. He really didn't deserve to have this life. He didn't deserve Dib.
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Dib realized what kind of machine he'd stepped into, a transporter. And he'd just transported to worst possible place. "Who's this big-headed thing?" One asked the other. "I don't know…his head is big, isn't it?"
Dib stood before the Tallest in their ship…before Zim's past leaders. "Let's capture him," The red one stated.
"Yeah…new species are always fun to test on," The purple one said happily. Two Irken guards grabbed Dib's arms. Dib cursed in his head. All he had wanted was to be closer to Zim, now he was across the universe from him. He wondered if Zim would even notice if he was gone.
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:) Hope you enjoyed! Heh heh, don't kill me for the twist at the end. I had to put that in there.
Awww…I was hoping to make a chapter dedicated to Gir…but I just can't capture Gir's awesomeness! Or I'm lazy, yeah I think that's it. Anyway, it had more Gir than usual.
Isn't Prof. Membrane just an ass? Yes, I've always thought so.
Anyway. Funfact! While writing the lemon scene of lemony goodness, I was drinking lemon-flavored tea. It was yummy, haha. Bleh, I didn't bother going into detail with my lemony goodness, cuz I would have died of giggling. Hehe, I still giggle at DibxZim lemons.
Anyway! Enough about fruit! (is a lemon a fruit?) I hope you enjoyed! Reviews are awesome and favs are amazing and llamas are grateful. Just kidding, this site needs a llama button though. Good night! The next chapter, hopefully up in a few days!