(A/n: SE means Swollen Eyeball... and this is Consciousness.)

Swirls...

Reality hits. Gasps.

Swirls.

Blood. Screams.

Wide eyes, horrible screams. Ripped from his arms.

Swirls...

SWIRLS...!

STOP, OH IRK PLEASE STOP! NO, PLEASE, GIVE HER BACK! Y-YOU BASTARDS! OH, SHIT, STOP!

Sobs, choking, blood...

"Extermination Room Two." A horrible voice sneered.

... PLEASE!

swirls

DON'T YOU HURT HER! DON'T YO... ple-please.

Swirlssssss... (All a dream, a dream.)

Reality hits.

(I'm telling you, do not under any circumstances tell them about it. Not under any circumstances... and from all this physical evidence, and maybe if I can get Dib's family to testify, I can try to and hopefully convince those dopes that you're innocent. They don't know anything 'bout your kind so don't give them reason to think you gotta bun in the oven, got it?)

Gasps. Eyes widen, screams.

"Holy SHIT! It's pregnant!" One of the SE members screamed as he did his usual checks on the alien. "Hurry up and take a look at this!!" He called, as others came in.

"YOU KEEP AWAY FROM...!" Zim screamed in a miserable fury.

Then everything went to black...

"This is agent Contell, I have clearance to check on the alien. We have new evidence supporting his innocence, and the victim is-" He was rudely interrupted by a snippy voice.

"I'm sorry, but do you have a search warrant to verify this?"

"I'm head of this little investigation," He almost laughed at himself for a moment, "so I advise you to let me in this instant or I will call reinforcements, in fact, they're all around the perimeter of this god-forsaken place." He said in a very even voice, but it also had a warning, saying 'Do not mess with me.'

"Yes sir..." The door was opened and many were looking upon him with an evil glare.

Contell merely smirked and showed his warrant and badge with a calmly collected look on his face. But inside, he was frantic and needed to get to Zim before they hurt him anymore than they already have.

"Show me to him, right now." One of them horribly grinned and obliged.

"Follow me." A menacing voice spoke, pointing to the secured door, as he began unbolting it.

"No funny business, or I will cold-cock every single one of you cold-blooded gits." He threatened, wiping his mouth till it bled, and they didn't say a word, though the grins remained plastered on their faces. He kept the emergency alarm quickly within his reach, so if he had to, he would sound it off, and his back up would break in and shoot them all if worse came to worse.

"We have hardly made any progress, the subject is very uncooperative. We just found out that it's pregnant. We have decided to, after it's born to test on it for awhile. But we aren't gonna tell it that. We'll just say-..."

Contell barely bit down his scream, and instead he just punched the vindictive bastard out.

"You'll do NO SUCH THING!!" Contell fumed. He sounded on the alarm as the others came after him, in a furious ire. Almost instantly, the police and FBI burst in and...

"Stay right where you are, keeping your hands where we can see them!" One of the cops stated, as semi-automatics were pointed at their heads. They immediately did as they were told, and were arrested. "You are all to remain silent, unless you want to lose your fuckin' heads," The other cops took their time and painfully cuffed them. "We're warning you, conspiring against the police, directly withholding information from the FBI for these serious crimes, will not settle well in court. And we have enough evidence to support that you are the willful participants in these attempted homicides. Your forced DNA was all over the victim, and the alien, so keep yer mouth shut."

Contell, his gun cocked and ready to shoot if needed, as he calmly took the unconscious agent's keys, but not before putting him in handcuffs, kicking him towards the others.

"ZIM! Zim are ya there?!"

He was unconscious, blood was splattered. Contell didn't know much about alien birthing, but he sure did know, from his wife's pregnancy in the past, that he needed a Cesarean operation, otherwise know as a C-Section, because that baby wasn't coming out any other way, he was way over-due. Zim had told him previously that his kind rarely became pregnant, due mostly because they used different methods, like cloning. So acts of reproduction were only in case of emergency, so both males and females could carry babies, or smeebies from what Zim said. Pregnancies only lasted about nine weeks, and its been a week past the due date. He barely showed because of his lack of treatment and nourishment. That's all he really knew.

"CALL AN AMBULANCE, WE GOT TO HELP HIM, NOW!!"

Little did Zim know, in his unconscious state...

Consciousness was already...

Gasps.

(Holy-... He's awake!!)

Found.