:3 Ah, back doing what I love: updating for my amazing fans who are epicness X3

Well, hopefully, I might possible get a change to update again this weekend, but I will be away, so we'll have to play it by ear.

Tunica is feeling a little better and has managed to make a lovely, very cute and cuddle pic of the new smeety X) It is very cute, but cannot be put up yet because I haven't coloured it yet...and because it would spoil the surprise of what gender the little squishy actually is ;)

Now, back to the good stuff!

God, this place was big. Where was Dib going to find the kitchen or snack bar in a place like this? He ran into one of the venue organizers, "I need to find the kitchen. I'm…the bride's brother and I think she needs a little drink."

The organizer nodded, "If I was marrying that guy, I would too. Follow that passage and take a left. You should find the kitchen there."

"Thanks."

He went running down the passage, not realizing how long it actually was. He looked around, trying to figure out which way to turn. Was it right or left? He shrugged and took a right, hoping he was right.

He walked a bit slower, this not looking like the way to the kitchen. Wooden handcrafted doors leading to presumably other rooms surrounded him. He doubted one of them was a kitchen, though. He reached the end of this passageway, a huge, thick-wooded door before him. He gave a look, shrugging, and opened it.

He blushed, "Crap."

Zim's head rested on Johanna's tiny lap as he now lay on the couch, one hand beneath his head as the other rested on his stomach. Johanna was rubbing his shoulder. He was starting to doze.

"Did you get sick in the car?" Johanna asked out of nowhere. Probably just trying to make conversation, Zim guessed.

"No. Your uncle pulled over. I told him that would jinx it," he groaned.

Johanna nodded, "I suppose that's better than you barfing in Uncle Dib's car, though."

"That is very true. I'm sure your uncle wouldn't have enjoyed that. I don't think I would have either."

Johanna looked down at his uncle, "Is it the baby?"

Zim began mumbling, half asleep now, "Probably."

Johanna nodded, "You'll be better soon, don't worry Uncle Zim."

Zim smirked, "Yeah, yeah."

Johanna got a look, "Uncle Zim?"

"Yes, Johanna?"

"No getting sick on my dress!" she pouted.

Zim couldn't help but laugh, even if he was feeling miserable, "I promise I won't get sick on your dress. I'm doing better now that I'm lying down. Thank you for letting me borrow your lap."

"It's okay. I'm sure Mr Oink won't mind."

Zim got a look. He had no idea who she was talking about, but honestly didn't care right now. He shut his eyes, resting for a bit.

"Uh oh," Johanna muttered.

Zim opened an eye, "What? You know, the 'getting sick' thing works both ways, Johanna."

"No, it's not that. Here comes grandpa," she said, looking down at Zim.

"Grandpa?" it hit him, "Oh crap!"

He leaped up, standing away from the small child, looking around in all directions, "Where is he? Where is he?!"
Johanna pointed forward. Zim looked and felt his chest go tighter, "Dammit."

Gaz looked at Dib through the full-length mirror before her, eying him suspiciously, "Get out, Dib…!"

"Wrong room. Sorry, sis," he mentioned, turning and getting ready to leave.

Gaz went back to fixing on one of her gold hooped earrings. Dib stopped and turned, feeling not right about this. He sighed, "Gaz…?"
"Go away, Dib," she insisted.

"Are those the earrings I got you?" he pointed at her.

Her head turned to a subtle slant, her gaze drifting over to the nicely dressed man. She looked at the other earring still in her hand, giving it a strange look. She turned back into her previous position, "Why does it matter?"

Dib walked in, his hands slipping carefully into his pockets, "I just find it strange…you still kept them."

"Seemed stupid to throw them away. They were free," she grumbled, fixing the other one on.

Dib gave her a look, "I remember picking them out. It was your birthday gift…"

"When I was pregnant with Johanna. Yes, I know."

"I remember showing them to Zim. He said they were very tacky and that I should have returned them," Dib chuckled, "But then I explained to him their meaning."

Gaz glanced at him through the mirror, still not willing to make full blown eye-contact with him. He continued, "They form a ring shape with no beginning and no end. An infinite structure. Zim nodded, understanding the metaphor when I explained it to him the first time when we got married and he asked me why in the hell we had to give one another rings."

Gaz looked away; in the direction of the window near her, "He seems like quite the dim bulb."

Dib gave a look meekly, "He was new to this whole 'Earth living' thing. But what he's told, he learns quickly and even uses it against me when we argue."

"Hmph, so it's not all roses and daisies like you want me and dad to believe, huh?" Gaz folded her arms, turning her head towards him.

"No, it's not. The first year we were together as 'friends', we would still end up heading back to our dorms in shredded clothing, bruises and bite-marks to match. He swore my name in both Irken and English and I would duct tape raw meat to his head every now and then while filling a water balloon behind my back for him during a lecture."

Gaz eyed him. That made sense.

Dib continued, now standing in front of her. Gaz didn't' even realise he was moving towards her during that pointless story, "But then, something changed. A freak accident that decided the rest of our lives together. We crashed a party together one night, a bunch of the guys in our block were throwing it to celebrate our Finals being done and over with. This was the same night Zim decided he was going to try alcohol for the first time. It was stupid of me to dare him to have that beer, but it was even more stupid of me to agree to join him in his drinking fest."

Gaz gave him a look, now getting bored with his boring life story. Dib shook his head, "Stay with me Gaz. We got pissed drunk and, being around a bunch of dumbass guys, were dared into kissing one another. Guess the jocks wanted to see some form of action that night. Having no idea what we were doing, we did it. And that was our first kiss."

"You relationship is based on one drunk college night?" she eyed him.

"Yep," Dib grinned, "And at first, I said never again as Zim and I sat together in his room, hung-over beyond words as we swatted our mysterious injuries from the night before. I think some of the guys decided to beat the crap out of us when they realized we were gate-crashing."

"What was the point of telling me that story, Dib?" she shook her head.

"Zim and I fight. It's where we started off, it's how we communicate…and it's what makes our relationship so strong. You and Keef fighting…that's real, Gaz."

"You're full of shit, Dib," she turned back around, straightening her dress.

Membrane turned, catching a glimpse of the pale alien. He gave a strange look and walked up to him. Zim froze, "Dammit, he's coming over here, isn't he?"

"Well, he seems to be walking in our general direction, doesn't he?" Johanna admitted.

Zim gulped, "Johanna, I don't want you to see your Uncle cry. Please go find your mom."

"It's okay, Uncle Zim. I'll stay here. I don't mind seeing you cry. I cry sometimes too," Johanna said, not moving, thinking she would be a better help to him if she stayed. Zim grumbled. Why didn't kids just understand?!

Membrane, dressed in a formal version of his lab coat, stood before the two, "Hello Grandpa's little scientist!"

"Hi grandpa Membrane," Johanna jumped off the couch and gave him a hug. Zim noticed how light and gentle it was, like she was trying very hard not to hug him properly. It was a sort of awkward hug that even made him feel uncomfortable.

The Professor turned his attention to him now, "Zim."

"Good to see you again, Professor," Zim lied.

"What are you doing here? My son is not going to take you back…!" he was about to upstart, but Zim jumped in, "I'm not here for that son of yours!" God, it pained him to say that…or was that a cramp coming on? "I'm Keef's Best Man. He asked me to be here for him. That's all."

Membrane looked him over, making Zim feel very uncomfortable. And God, what was that cologne he was wearing?!

The Professor gave a very annoyed look, "Why is that wedding ring still on your finger if I saw you throw it at my son the other day?"

Zim held up his left hand, cursing himself in his head for leaving it on, "Um…"

Dib sighed, "Look, Gaz. If you want to screw yourself over, go ahead…"

She laughed, fixing her dark purple locks now.

"But know that it's never too late to stop this," Dib simply added, turning.

Gaz took a breath. Then turned around furiously, "I insulted your husband!"

Dib's face contorted in confusion and turned to face her. She continued, her hands clenching themselves into fists, "I made him a nervous wreck, now while he's pregnant! I-I made a pregnant male alien cry! I constantly badmouth you and make you feel like a complete and utter reject! Why would you now stand here, trying desperately to convince me that I am making an obvious and stupid mistake, one which was to get back at you!?"

Dib stood there, giving her a look. He sighed, shutting his eyes, "A part of me would like to believe that underneath all the hatred and loathing is a sister that is just doing this to ask for help."

She looked taken a back. Dib opened his eyes, Gaz seeing a heart-wrenching form of pity within them. It was pissing her off, actually, "I remember you when you were pregnant. Confused. Angry. Scared. My own sister, that mean bitch who used to torment me when we were kids, right up till when I was in college. She was…scared. And now that you're a mom, you give so much of yourself to Johanna. You truly love her. I hope that one day, you'll see that I love Zim the same way."

She gritted her teeth, "Why!? He's an idiot!"

Dib gave a laugh, "Because he's my idiot."

Gaz's harsh look and tone softened. Dib gave a nod, "We'll be waiting for you at the altar. Just know that you can still pull out. Not for me. Not for my husband. Not even for yourself or dad. But because you love that daughter of yours."

"Johanna?" she looked confused.

"She's terrified of what Keef is capable of. She knows he's dangerous. Ask yourself if all this is really worth it before you say 'I Do' today, sis."

With that, Dib shut the door behind him. Gaz stood there, practically in shock.

"I've gotten remarried!" Zim proclaimed.

Membrane gave him a stare through his goggles, "You what?"

"Yes, I…was so…upset over the break-up…that I decided moving on quickly and swiftly would be for the best!"

Membrane eyed him. Zim smiled innocently. Johanna gave them both a confused look.

"So who is this new man, then?" Membrane announced, folding his arms.

Zim's look fell. He looked around, "Uh…it's…her!"

He grabbed hold of the unsuspecting female, clinging her to his side as though she were Mr Oink to Johanna. Zita gave Zim a look, "Can I help you, Zim?"

"This, Professor, is my…." He blushed. He forced down a gulp and beamed, "MY new wife, Zita!"
Zita blushed and pulled herself off him, "Your what?"

"This is Zita? The same girl he was trying to help out by releasing that account?" Membrane looked stunned.

She looked at him, as did Zim, "Yes, well….I don't know. We found love in a strange place. Didn't we, my loving new wife, Zita?"

He looked desperate. Zita easily noticed this. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling brightly, "Oh yes! I guess it was something in those beautiful purple eyes of his! We just…really hit it off, didn't we, Sweetums!"

Zim smiled at her, realizing he had a new word that he hated more than Sweetie.

Membrane shook his head, "I've had enough of this, you…queer!"
Zim gave him a look, Zita detaching herself from him. The Professor began poking him in the chest, "I don't like you, nor do I like the fact that you're here. I don't care if my daughter's new, better than you husband wants you here, I think it would be better for you to leave."
Zim went very pale, "P-please…stop poking me…" he tried.

He continued, probably not even realizing Zim was talking to him, "I don't want you anywhere near my son or my family. You've…infected him enough with your…"

"Infected him?" Zita proclaimed, not liking this man's tone, "Professor, I work in the medical field. He's not a disease."

"You are not a part of this discussion, you minx!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Zim jumped in, "You issue is with me, don't you dare…!" Zim stopped, swallowing as he's stomach began lurching.

Zita was fuming now, but noticed how pale Zim was getting, "Professor, just leave him alone…"

"I will not have this man here!" Membrane near yelled in Zim's face.

Zim clamped a hand over his mouth, the other going to his stomach. Please, Irk dammit, no! Not here, not now…!

He began heaving out, just managing to move his hand out of the way. Membrane jumped backwards, taken by surprise. He was so busy yelling at Zim, he didn't even notice the queasy look on his face.

Zita held Zim tightly, used to having people vomiting around her. But having Dib's husband do this….well, it did feel kinda strange.

Poor Johanna just covered her face, not really a fan of hearing or seeing people being sick. Guests around them looked disgusted and mumbled to one another, wondering who invited the drunk guy!?

Zim moaned, feeling a headache come on. But that was the least of his concerns. He just noticed how most of his stomach contents lay on the floor…and on Professor Membrane's expensive looking shoes!

He looked up, a hand back on his mouth, now is utter shock, "I am…so sorry…" he tried.

The Professor looked near-exploding. He turned, huffing and puffing, stomping off.

Zim's face crumpled, looking near tears, but way too pale for the nurse's liking. Zita stayed by him, helping to lead him outside, "Come on, Zimmy. Some fresh air will do you good…and get us out of here."
Johanna, looking thoroughly grossed out, followed close behind as guests mumbled and muttered.

I agree with cheesybeans for stating that Zim gets sick at the worst of times X_X

My God, this situation is just getting worse, isn't it? That what he gets for not listening to us!
Well, hope to see you all again soon, my dear reviewers ;)