Sorry peeps about not uploading this YESTERDAY. You see, it HAD been uploaded on DA, but not here because while my good friend TSI was home and free all of last night I was at my friend's house, said friend having no wireless internet and me therefor without a way to upload this here. BUT good news, the last chapter is in the cleaning phase... the next two being re-read by TSI at the very moment I type this, meaning we SHOULD get everything here done BEFORE CHRISTMAS! WOOOOOOOO!

Dib had trouble waking up the morning. His grip around Zim with tight, but not too tight, and his face was nice and nuzzled into Zim's back.

Zim woke up and snuggled deeper into the human's embrace for the moment, sighing contentedly. This was... nice. Warm and nice. Maybe he could keep Dib as a pet if the Tallest let him back.

Still, the persistent quiet filled the room. The only noise being that of Dib's breathing and occasional sleeping noises.

Zim grunted and turned over to look at Dib, contemplating the best way to wake his human up.

Smirking a little he leaned in and placed a small kiss on Dibs lips, waiting for a reaction.

Dib's whole body twitched in little ways. First his lips twitched, then his fingers, then his brows, and then his eyes fluttered open. He stared his kisser in the eyes before fully realizing what was going on. Dib blushed and parted their lips. "Good.. morning, Zim." He was trying his hardest not to fly off the bed in shock.

Zim snickered and said, "Good morning." In a fake innocent voice.

Dib cleared his throat trying to sound as nonchalant as humanly possible. "So.. Wh-what was that?"

"Well, you didn't seem to like any other way I've tried to wake you up before, so I thought I'd try something else." Zim said with a shrug.

Dib gave a nervous smile. "Well, I can't say I don't like that way..."

"Good," Zim said, sitting up and stretching. "When do you want to go call the Tallest?"

"You mean YOU go call the Tallest? I don't really care when..." Dib sighed, also sitting up and scratching his nails through his messy black hair.

"Alright, how about after breakfast? Gir should be cooking something right about now." Zim asked, looking up into the ceiling as if he could see Gir now.

"Sounds good." Dib said, but before hopping off the bed like he had planned to, he placed a hand on the small of Zim's back and pulled over to give him a kiss.

Zim aloud this, putting a hand on Dib's shoulder, just now realizing he had slept with his gloves on.

Dib parted his lips from the other's and gave Zim a small smile, hope reaching him about Zim and him. He then left the bed with a small stretch to his arms.

Zim got up and walked over to his closet and pulled out one of his uniforms, saying, "Let's see if this still fits, shall we?" Not really talking to Dib or anyone inparticular.

"Have fun trying it out. I'm going to go see Gir." Dib explained, holding a hand in the air as he left the bedroom.

"Whatever," Zim said, pulling off his cloths as Dib left.

Did stepped into the elevator, taking him up to ground level. He exited and walked calmly over to the clattering loud noise of doom and destruction, also known as Gir. He sat himself at the table as he saw the robot work happily in the kitchen.

Gir stopped working for a moment to look at Dib as if thinking about something before smiling widely and waving, saying, "HI big head boy, are you gonna eat breakfast with me and master?"

Dib smiled back calmly at the hyperactive being. "Yes, yes I am."

"How much bacon you want?" Gir asked, holding up a couple of strips of uncooked bacon.

"I'm not really hungry today," Dib grinned. Truth was, he wasn't hungry at all. He felt dirty, and like a traitor to earth for letting Zim contact his leaders, however necessary it actually was for Zim. "I guess six?"

"OK!" Gir screeched before his attention went to Zim who had just walked in. He showed the bacon to Zim, nearly thrusting the meat in his master's face as he asked, "How many do YOU want!?"

"AH, get that out of my face!" Zim yelled, smacking the robot's hand away as he went to stand in front of Dib, saying, "It fits well enough I think. Thank goodness the material is stretchy." He then tilted his head and asked, "How do I look?"

In all honesty, horizontal lines do not perfectly go well with a round belly; especially when the fabric was so stretched and thinned out that you could see every bit and shaped body of the one wearing it, however eager the shirt is to rip. "Yeah, yeah, good." Dib smiled up at Zim, finding this slightly humorous, but not enough to laugh or snicker.

"You mean it?" Zim asked, not sounding at all convinced.

"Yeah," Dib grinned up at Zim. "It's perfect for what you have to say and to whom you're saying it to."

"Ok," Zim said with a nod, sitting down at the table next to Dib. He laid his head down on the table and let out a sigh, saying, "My back is starting to hurt.

"You know, I'm kind of sorry for you." Dib offered, beginning to twiddle his fingers together over his lap.

"You are?" Zim asked dully, turning his head to look at the human.

"Yeah. Almost to the point that I'd want to switch spots with you, just to unload your suffering for a bit... But after all of these years? Nah." Dib smirked slyly.

"You are SO helpful." Zim said, rolling his eyes. "I'd be careful what I'd say if I were you. This thing inside of me IS half mine."

Dib smiled, considering that in a nice sense of wonder. "Hey, Zim? How do you think it'll come out? Personality or physically? Human or Irken?"

"Probably more Irken." Zim said, sitting up and stretching. "You know, considering it's an irken that's carrying it and all."

"True... but it seems to be affecting you in human ways." Dib answered back. "Hormones especially."

"Yeah, that' true." Zim said, looking up in thought. He winced slightly when the smeet shifted a little, saying, "I'll be so glad when this is over."

Dib sighed. "Ye-yeah. How .. long does an Irken raise a smeet... before they're old enough to be out on their own?" Dib asked, secretly wondering how long he and Zim would be together, if even that long.

"They don't." Zim said, bending his back over the edge of the chair, sighing when it cracked. "Irken smeets are bought up in the education plug until they are deemed ready to join the outside world."

"Oh." Dib said, a bit absentmindedly now as he slid down on his elbows on top of the table. "I see."

"BACON!" Gir screamed, putting a plate of bacon in front of each of them, earning a growl from Zim.

Dib pulled up now to stare at the bacon, then at Zim. He grinned, picked a strip up, and placed it in his mouth to crunch on. "Mrrr! Rank ryuu, Gir."

Zim grimaced, the very smell of the greasy fat making him ill. He pushed his plate away, asking, "Gir, could you just make me some toast or something?"

Gir saluted, his eyes glowing red for a split second before he bounced off, giggling as he went to make the toast.

Dib swallowed his bite and proceeded talking to Zim. "Why didn't you suggest that earlier?"

"He should KNOW I can't eat bacon." Zim said, crossing his arms.

"Yet you didn't say anything when he showed you the bacon." Dib smiled, taking another bite of his.

"I shouldn't have to!" Zim stated, glaring at the defective SIR unit making toast.

"But what did you expect from him?"

"I expect him to do what I say!" Zim yelled. "It's what he's supposed to do!"

"If that's what you expect from him, why are you upset at him when you didn't stop him from making bacon? You didn't tell him to make toast then, even though you knew he would have, and you never said you expected him to remember these things about you and take you into consideration." Dib replied, quite calmly.

Zim growled and kicked Dib in the leg, saying, "He's SUPPOSED to remember these things! He's supposed to know what kills me and what doesn't! That's why they're called SIR units! Standard-issue Information Retrieval unit! S-I-R!"

Dib rubbed his leg. "Fine! Fine. Geesh." He glanced over at the tiny silver robot happily toasting the bread.

The toast popped up and Gir clapped happily before taking the toast out and preparing it.

"See, he remembers how I like my toast." Zim pointed out when the robot put the plate in front of him.

Dib blinked boredly. "Then why don't you just tell him to never make bacon for you again?"

"I tell him not to ever bring that... disgusting meat into the house." Zim said, eyeing said disgusting meat.

Dib took a bite into the crisp piece of pig meet before swallowing and staring at the ceiling idly.

Zim ate his toast quickly, eager to get done so he could call the Tallest.

Dib would look over at Zim every once in a while as they ate. Once through, the human stretched and sighed, standing up. "Time to contact your Irkens now, I'm guessing..."

"Yeah," Zim said, standing up and dragging Dib over to the elevator.

The elevator music just made Dib's comfort level lower as they neared the electronic chamber of Zim's massively small base. They walked up closer to the communicator. "You can turn back any time you want, Zim." Dib spoke quietly.

"No way," Zim said, shaking his head. "You go hide or whatever it is you're doing so I can call the Tallest."

Dib muttered something under his breath as he walked over to some cluttered technical devises that he hid behind so he could watch in secrecy the conversation between Zim and his Tallests.

"Computer!" Zim shouted. "Connect me to The Almighty Tallest!"

Just like before, noise filled the room with hushes and vrooms and other thinking noises, while the communicator searched out hard to the best of its ability Tallest Red and Tallest Purple. In a moment's time, the screen lit up.

"My Tallest!" Zim greeted excitedly with a salute.

"Zim." The Tallests glared back at the smaller Irken.

"How- How did you REACH us here, Zim?" Purple asked, turning to Red to speak almost silently. "The whole reason we moved away was so that he couldn't!"

Red was about to growl something about being busy and cut Zim off but stopped when he saw the reason for Zim's call.

"Zim... you're fat."

Purple blinked and looked back at Zim. "You really let yourself GO, didn't you?"

Dib could be heard in the background, faintly groaning.

Zim fidgeted nervously, wondering how to word this without making himself sound as pathetic as he felt.

"Not-not exactly, My Tallest." He said, bowing his head in respect and to keep his leaders from seeing the blush on his face. "I- you see I... need some medical help. I've... come down with something... that neither I nor my computers know how to take care of."

"Oh yeah?" Red asked, snickering lightly under his breath. "Is it what's caused you to get so fat?"

"Yeah!" Purple snickered more, holding onto Red's arm. "What happened? Did you swallow an Irth worm of fatness or something?!"

"N-no," Zim said, putting his hands on his stomach self consciously. "I-um-I..."

"Spit it out already." Red grumbled, putting a hand over his mouth to hide his amusement.

Zim sought his words carefully, trying to find a way of saying this without making himself sound like a criminal. "I... was... impregnated... by one of the aliens who lives on this planet."

Red and Purple's faces dropped for a moment before they both broke out in a huge fit of laughter.

"No, no," Purple began, unable to hold back his fits of giggles as he spoke. "Quit joking around, Zim. In any way, the odds of that happening..." He snickered harder, taking Red by the shoulder to calm down.

Zim blushed hard, saying, "I'm not joking." He wrapped his arms around his stomach. "I need help... I don't know what to do."

"Alright, that's enough, what do you really need? Another giant destructive robot to blow up?" Red asked, still giggling a little.

Purple started laughing harder again, doubling over. He calmed himself and stared back at Zim's serious and upset face. He let out a sigh of content. "Zim, you're not pregnant, I hope you know."

"What do you know!?" Zim yelled before he quickly covered his mouth in shock. How could he have yelled at his leaders like that?

"I-I'm sorry, my Tallest. I-I don't know where that came from." Zim stuttered, looking down again.

Red stared at Zim in shock. Never in all of their years of knowing Zim had he EVER had on outburst like that directed at them.

Purple looked over at Red and hummed lightly before looking back over at Zim. "Zim... what female could impregnate you rather than vice versa? You don't have any sperm- or shouldn't, really." Purple asked in a serious tone now, trying to sort this out so Zim could be talked into understanding that he was simply crazy or stupid rather than pregnant.

Zim looked down, blushing once more and saying, "On... on Earth, My Tallest, it's the other way around." He looked up pleadingly at his rulers, wondering when they became so intimidating. "The males have the sperm and the females carry the eggs."

Silence once more. Purple looked back over at Red and proceeded whispering something to him.

Red leaned in, listening to Purple but staring at Zim with a 'you are an odd, tiny little thing aren't you' look.

Zim stared at the ground humbly, his irken equivalent to a heart racing and suddenly he knew what people were talking about when they said they were having a panic attack.

Purple finally stopped whispering to smirk at Zim. "You got yourself in a real mess now, didn't you Zim? Have fun while it lasted? Was it worth it?"

"But I-" Zim tried to explain, but found there was no way TO explain it.

Red snickered and pointed at Zim teasingly, saying, "Look at him, he's huge, what's in there, Zim? Are you having quintuplets?"

"Do these Irthenoids birth LITTERS!? You're fat!" Purple helped snicker. "Too bad nobody is going to help you. Isn't that a shame?"

"What!? My Tallest! PLEASE!" Zim begged. "I need help, I can't do this on my own!"

"Too bad," Red said, waving a hand. "Besides, I'm sure the MIGHTY Zim will figure SOMETHING out."

Dib clenched his fists in anger as purple continued.

"Really, Zim, you..." Purple snickered. "seriously brought it on yourself! In every way imaginable, I think."

"I didn't, I-" Zim was practically shaking now. His Tallest wouldn't abandon him would they? They gave him this mission, one they didn't trust anyone else with, they HAD to help him.

"Look, Zim," Red said, smirking. "As Tallests we are VERY busy. Maybe if we find time we'll... check up on you? How about that, hm?"

Red made a motion at one of his technicians, laughing as they cut the transmission.

Dib walked over to the quivering Zim very cautiously, glaring at the screen and feeling protective, yet useless over Zim. "Zim?" He called out, hoping the other would recover fairly. "I'm sorry I'm only human."

"This... I can't do this... I'm gonna die." Zim mumbled, shivering harder. "Why would they... just leave me here?"

"I.. I don't know what to say, Zim... I'm sorry.. I really am." Dib looked down, debating if he should even touch Zim at the moment. "We can always try, you know... And I could work with you and... try to extract the smeet out.. but... I don't know."

"Just shut up." Zim said, pulling Dib closer and leaning on him, squeezing his eyes shut.

Dib stared down at Zim in surprise before letting himself relax, tenderly placing his hands on Zim's back and lightly stroking him. "I'm sorry..." Dib tried once more.

Zim grunted in annoyance, letting Dib hold him for a moment.

"I love you, you know..."

"Yeah, I know," Zim said with a sigh, opening his eyes when he was sure he wouldn't break down anymore.

Dib looked down at him with passive eyes. "You'll get through this alright.. I promise you that... I'll stop at nothing to help."

"Ok," Zim said calmly, taking another deep breath. "I-I need to go to the med lab. Maybe a quick scan will give me some information."

"Y-yeah.." Dib pulled away from Zim slowly, watching him very closely.

"Come then," Zim said, grabbing Dib's hand and leading him off to the elevator, not making eye contact, just in case Dib could see through him.

Dib stumbled over his own feet while making their way to the elevator. The elevator door closed them into the small room as it lowered further into the ground. The small area was filled with such heavy silence between the two accompanied by happy elevator music of annoying repetition.

When the doors opened Zim led Dib out, into the room. He went over to a bed and took off his shirt before sitting down on the bed and saying, "Computer, run a scan."

The computer sighed. "Riiiight..."

Dib found himself by Zim's side, waiting for the computer's response.

"Fetus is seventy eight percent done dwelling in you." The computer hummed lightly.

"Seventy eight? Already?" Dib let out an uneasy breath.

"Already?" Zim asked uneasily, glaring a little at Dib. "More like JUST. Irken smeets only take a month to develop. And they're in eggs!" Zim squirmed as he felt the smeet move around inside of him again.

Dib sighed apologetically. "I'm sorry, I was... thinking human standards. I'm kind of glad that thing inside of you is alive, you know? We know nothing about it and, and this is kind of worrisome."

Zim glared at Dib harder. "YOU'RE worried? You're not the one that's going to have his stomach clawed open because you're carrying an alien smeet in your stomach!"

"I said it was worrisome, Zim. YES, I'm worried, but I'm worried for YOU." Dib scowled at the other. "I understand you're freaked out, Zim, but let me be freaked out with you, FOR you."

"I can't do this Dib!" Zim cried, putting his face in his hands. "I'm going to die! This thing is going to kill me and it's all your fault!"

Dib withdrew a breath real quick, staring at Zim horror struck. "I.. I.. I said I was sorry...!" He glanced around the room quickly, looking for a way to make this better. "But.. But you- You wanted it! You wanted the sex! How was I suppose to know a MALE would get pregnant from me?!"

"I told you I could!" Zim yelled, shoulders shaking as tears finally forced themselves from his eyes. "I warned you! Irken men carry the eggs! I told you that!"

Dib took a step back, finding his words stuck deep in his throat. He was right! He had told Dib... but in the moment, who was really thinking about Zim getting pregnant? He took another uneasy step back. "Zim..! It was all just an- really I'm- Please, Zim! We'll get you through this!"

"HOW!?" Zim was close to hysteria, feeling close to death already, like a gun was being held to his head. "Do YOU know anything about irken anatomy!? Unless you learn, you could kill me just trying to get the smeet out!"

Zim got up from the table to pace the room. He was being unfair to Dib and he knew it, but he had to blame someone! It wasn't his own fault! Part of him felt better for dumping all of this on the human while another part of him was screaming at himself.

He felt the smeet move again and he could take it anymore. He fell to his knees and sobbed loudly.

Dib watched him in silence uneasiness. He wanted to go over and comfort the small alien, but at the moment he was afraid that he was going to be attacked by the other. "You can.. You can tell me what you know.. and.. if all else fails, Zim.. you know..." He took another nervous step back. "We could kill the smeet in you... that way it won't be a 'timed' thing and we can figure out a way to flush it out of your body..."

Zim pulled himself up, whipping his eyes before moving over to Dib and, grabbing him by the front of the shirt said, "Come... with me." And proceeded to drag Dib back to the elevator.

"Where are you taking me...?" Dib asked, a little worried about Zim's stability, once the elevator began moving them.

"I know nothing about anatomy." Zim said, whipping his face more though it seemed useless as more tears came. "But there should be some info on my computers. You've hacked into them enough times to know how to access them, right?"

"Ye-yeah.. but why would I have to hack them if you're here?" Dib asked, pulling his hand over and whipping Zim's cheek as well.

"You won't." Zim said, shaking his head. "The point is you know how to use them. I don't want to access the information myself." A small sob escaped his throat and he added, "I don't want to think about it right now."

Dib hushed Zim as he pulled him into a hug and proceeded stroking the back of his head. "I understand... Would you... like to beat me up or something before I begin researching?"

Zim raised his fist up before letting it fall onto Dib's shoulder. He sighed and shook his head, saying, "It wouldn't help."

"Are.. you sure? You can hurt me any way you'd like. It's kind of overdo anyway." Dib said, now looking ten times more concerned at Zim. "Come on, it will release all that negative feelings."

Zim shook his head and gave Dib a light shove when the doors opened. "No, I'm not it the mood."

Dib looked around the room, sighing before turning back to Zim. There was nothing to be said, however, so he turned back to the room, feeling a little stretched.

Zim followed Dib in, attaching to the back of Dib's shirt, finding and odd sort of comfort in this.

Dib sighed, and reaching behind him to lightly grip onto Zim's hands, he slowly walked to the computer, examining all of the utensils.

Zim reached around Dib to press a button n the computer consol. The screen lit up and there was a quiet hum surrounding the room.

"Just tell the computer what you want to know and it should bring it up for you."

Dib nodded and asked for a diagram of a male Irken body, and different chemicals the body produced and so on for the next thirty minutes.

Zim sighed and rested his head on Dib's back, not paying attention to what Dib was doing with the computer, instead retreating into his own thoughts. How could his leaders do this to him? Had he not been loyal enough? Were they really as busy as they said they were? Zim shook his head. What was he thinking. They told him they were busy, it must be true, they've never let him down before. Had they?

"That should.. be enough for now." Dib sighed. "I'll read up more tomorrow, if that's alright with you." Dib said, turning slightly to look at Zim. "Everything is going to be alright, okay?"

"Okay," Zim said, nodding. "That should be fine, I mean, we have time right? What did the computer say, seventy something?"

"Seventy eight." Dib answered, turning and taking hold of Zim in his arms. "And your leaders said they'd check in, right? So maybe that'll help, too." Dib knew they were lying by the way they had been laughing, but any bit of hope at the moment would be nice.

"Yeah," Zim nodded, perking up a little bit at that. "They did say that."

Zim sighed, seeming to have calmed down for the moment and he was feeling a little lethargic, but much better than when he was crying on the floor. "Let's... do something. I want to do something." He nodded as if agreeing with himself.

"You want to take a walk in the park with me?" Dib asked, smiling faintly.

"Sure," Zim said, nodding. "That sounds nice."

(break)

This situation, however amusing, was somewhat troubling purple as he paced around the massive. "And he CALLED us! He's not suppose to CALL us."

"I know," Red grumbled, tapping his chin with a long, slender claw. "How did he even manage it? We moved out of the range of half of our newest invaders just to get away from him."

Purple continued on in his pace. "This means he's going to call every day! Every day and every day and every day and.." he stopped, staring at red now. "He's going to make more little Zim's to call us!"

Red stood up from his comfy little chair and stepped in front of Purple to stop his pacing, saying, "Relaaaax. I'm... sure that won't happen. If we're lucky the BOTH of them will die in child birth."

Purple seemed to feel a lot better from this response. He smiled in his content little world, letting his tense shoulders drop. "But you know... he got pregnant.. by an Irthenoid.. so.. maybe..."

"Are you suggesting that Zim did something useful in breaking the invader's code of conduct?" Red asked, grinning as the very thought had passed through his own mind.

Purple stared back at Red, trying to decipher his exact thoughts on the topic. "Well, yeah. I am."

"Then maybe we should pay him a visit?" Red offered, smirking widely.

Purple cracked an intrigued smile. "Are we going to have fun?"

"Yes, Purple, yes we will." Red said, nodding.

Purple grinned wider, his eyes growing wider with excitement. Without taking his eyes off of Red, he called over to some working Irkens. "New course of direction. New destination; Planet Irth."

The short Irkens saluted the Tallest and began setting the course.

Zim/Tallest Red: Me

Dib/Tallest Purple: TSI