A/N: Oh sweet Jesus this had been a rough month. I'm always broke around this time of year to begin with, so when I paid my comcast bill using the app because it looked like they hadn't taken the money out of my account like they usually do and I got a notice saying I was going to be disconnected. So I paid it on the app and didn't think much of it. They took the money and that was that until later they cut it off and I found out because I had made a payment arrangement to pay on the first I wasn't ever supposed to use the app thus losing the payment arrangement. I paid last month's bill again but I may not be able to pay this months, so if I go dark after the 22nd you know why. If that or the broken dryer wasn't bad enough, my favorite pet who has been like an emotional support animal died this week so I'm pretty broken up. Sorry for complaining, but you guys are easy to talk to. At least the new medication his helping my depression and is also supposed to help seizures and migraines.
InvaderJohny, ROCuevas, and Zim'sMostLoyalServant, thank you guys for pointing out that Zim is more and more out of place in each time period. I had thought about adapting him to fit the era such as instead of an alien maybe he could be an outlaw in the west. But his character is so solely based on him trying to fit in as a human. I decided to try to adapt everyone else so he would look more and more out of place and him trying to understand the norms of each period. I also tried to give Dib, Gaz and Membrane a theme for each fic. Dib, self-perceived protector and finder of truth. Membrane, a successful man with somewhat known by the towns but a little eccentric. And Gaz, just fed up with the times and having to go along with society's place for women.
But this idea I will switch a couple things up. Zim might end up fitting in more, probably would fit in better in the 80s than even the year the cartoon was first aired. It's actually a bit of a rewrite of Mystic Chains, just with one tiny little difference.
Summary: Gaz's rivalry with Iggin's leads to blackmail, murder and romance all centering around her brother's worst enemy.
Shot through the heart and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
-Bon Jovi
High heals clicked on the linoleum floor, as two customers entered the convenience store. A brother and sister, one dressed like some punk Rambo action hero and another in a form fitting mini-dress, seemed to compliment each other like two black-clad bookends. They went through the aisles, the oldest of the two went to get his Slurpee as the other stood looking at the sodas.
Dib, now with a grape Slurpee and two bags of chips returned to his sister and waited her decision. After a couple minutes passed, he looked at the two bottles of soda she had in each hand that she was considering.
Dib groaned in annoyance, "Gaz, you do realize that those are the exact same Poopsie-Cola, right? They're not going to taste different."
"The taste is not the point, Dib. I have to choose just the right one." His sister shot back at him.
And people called him crazy.
Finally, driven by time ticking away she decided on the soda in her right hand and they paid for their lunches and left. The siblings often spent their lunch breaks with each other. Gaz drove to the police station where her brother worked as a detective. She smirked as he was complaining about what his superior called him.
"Really! Me, a loose canon? I'm just doing my job, I can't help if the guy really was a werewolf!"
"How do they still keep you on the force, I'll never know." Gaz laughed at his huffing.
Dib, with a mouthful of Doritos he just crammed in his mouth replied with his same old answer, "Because I'm a damned good cop. I get the job done. So what if they have to cut my salary every now and then?"
In honesty she knew he was devoted to his job. He was the toughest guy she knew, taking whatever the streets threw at him in strides. Even if occasionally involved killer psychos killing people in their dreams or crazed aliens.
"So what? You can't even afford a car, Dib." She popped a chip into her mouth, taking her brother's lead about disregarding polite eating habits and talked while chewing, "Don't get me wrong, I don't care if you need a ride or not but it does take time out of my lunch break to get you here. I can't even be one minute late or I'll be pounced on like an injured animal in front of a pack of wolves."
Her brother considered this for a minute and came to and instantly understood, "Work's been rough here lately, huh?"
Gaz nodded. She worked at her father's company. A corporation that makes everything from bath and baby products to medications and other pharmaceuticals. He had named it Membrane&Membrane expecting his son to follow his footsteps and take over the company when he retired. Dib however had other plans.
So when Gaz offered to work there, he accepted. She was still a Membrane after all. But it was made clear that she would not receive any special treatment. No, she would work her way up the ladder before she would be considered to lead it. And early on it was obvious that some people were uncomfortable with a woman in the workplace. Not that many, it is the 1980's where the future is at hand but still enough people that can throw a wrench into her career every now and then. She even sometimes wondered if her father had as much confidence in her that he would have her brother. Despite that she rose up pretty high. A promotion was so close. There was just one little problem.
"It's Iggin's isn't it?" Her brother guessed correctly as if he could read her thoughts.
"Yeah." she gave a curt reply, not bothering to go into details. Dib already knew most of it anyway.
Iggin's, every pet peeve she had rolled into a living embodiment. It had all started when they were in their teens and she met him at the local arcade. He kept hogging up the machines. Each time she would put a quarter in he would push her aside, telling her that he was going to show her a master at work. The encounter didn't end very well as her father had to meet his mother to pay for the medical bills. It was immediate chemistry between the two and the two single parents began a relationship. How both Dib and Gaz despised them, the mother and son duo that seemed to strut their father's intentions, trying to cut them out of his life completely. But predictably Mrs. Iggins' was slowly pushed aside for her father's true love. Work. She broke it off broke it off after seven years.
But her father still had a fondness for the two so he gave Iggin's a job. Of course this was before he realized the potential of having a biological heir taking over. When Gaz first started she actually had to work under him, running to get his coffee and send his faxes. She had met a few pompous wall street brats before, with their cheap pickup lines and oozing arrogance. Iggin's was far worse than all of them combined. Now they were neck and neck at the same level, both trying to step over each other for that final promotion that would ensure their future in the company.
And he's got an edge on her. He has a secretary that does of all the tedious hours of paper work and other errands that cuts into time actually being productive. He hired his mother after Gaz was promoted. Even with that advantage, Gaz still manages to outdo him half the time. She's collected new investors and helped organize mergers. But while she had to do twice the work and in heels, Iggin's always manages to tie with her when deadlines are due.
Gaz was exhausted. She gave a deep sigh and looked back to her brother. He too had problems. Man or supernatural beast, her brother tries protects the city streets from danger. Nobody besides her would ever know what horrors he averted. They sleep in their beds never to give thanks to the man that kept them safe. Yet he still goes out day after day, doing it all over again, not caring if he's labeled crazy of a loose cannon.
For the most part he's fine with it. But there's one thing, one person that time and time again bests him. Zim. The alien that landed in their lives over ten years ago. The battle for good and evil waged between the two males repeatedly. Dib always managing to stop Zim's plots for world domination but not without a few scars on his reputation.
Gaz isn't sure if he's still trying to take over the world or is just now passing the time being a thorn in her brother's side just for kicks. It actually was pretty amusing, like watching the Bugs & Daffy cartoons when she used to when she was a kid. Just yesterday her brother had set a trap for Zim, still waiting for his plan to take effect. It all depended on when Zim would notice his dumb little minion was missing.
Her digital watch beeped, alerting both that now was the time to wrap up eating and head back to work. Dib took both now empty bags and drinks as he always did so he could throw them in the trash bin he passed going into the building. Gaz had just started the car back up when her brother knocked on her window.
She rolled her window down to let him speak, "I'll be staking out the warehouse waiting for Zim tonight so I'll call you in the morning, ok?"
Gaz rolled her eyes. She already figured that. Not caring she was at a police station, she sped out of the parking lot and raced against traffic. Her favorite Bon Jovi just went off the radio followed by Sweet Dreams(Are made of this) and she turned cranked up the radio trying to distract herself from the knot of dread she always felt when she went to work. It worked for a bit as she sat in her parking space. It wasn't reserved for her but nobody would dare trigger her wrath. The song went off and that uneasiness came back. She couldn't put it off any longer or she'll be late. Taking one last look in her rearview mirror and touching up her makeup, she exited the car with a blazer in hand. Buttoning it up and putting her necklaces in her purse, she went from punk to business appropriate.
The elevator had just opened letting her off when she could already see the door to her office was open. She knew who was inside and groaned.
As predicted, Iggin's was sitting at her desk with his feet up on it. She was going to have to wipe it down now. She dropped her purse and brief case on the little loveseat next to the door before addressing him, "What do you want, Iggin's?"
He looked at his watch and a smile spread on his greasy face, "You're late."
"I'm here at 1:30 on the dot." Gaz sneered back at him.
"Exactly. On the dot. A true professional comes in 15 minutes early." He said in a tone reeking with superiority.
"Surely you have a better reason to come in here than that? Again, what do you want?"
He sighed, taking his feet of the desk and leaning forwards to replace them with his elbows, "Fine. If you want to skip small talk. Is the paperwork for that merger ready?"
Gaz nodded, relieved to get to business, "Yes. I just have to go through them to make sure all the I's are dotted and T's crossed. I'll turn it in before I leave."
"Yeah about that..." He chuckled nervously, "I just talked to the boss, he wants you to stay for overtime to catch up on some filing."
"Isn't there a secretary to do that?" She looked at him incredulously.
"Yeah, but she's going to be busy. It's my birthday and were going out tonight which just leaves you."
"This isn't my job anymore, Iggins!"
"Please, Gaz," he tried to take on a warmer tone but only managed to sound condescending, "Call me by my first name."
"No, I'll call you whatever I want. Just be glad I'm not choosing something worse." She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to clearly express her annoyance.
Iggin's just shook his head and stood up and approached her. Gaz ignored the urge to back up and show any form of weakness.
"Just make sure the merger is on your dad's desk by midnight," He paused and glanced her over, "Have you reconsidered the merger we could have?"
"I'd rather slit your throat first," She spat, "You know I could report you."
Iggin's laughed at that, "Oh really? And who would believe you? You've got a mean streak a mile wide. You don't have any friends in this department. Would anyone think to try something with you especially that poor boy you once put in a hospital? And you're dad, he likes to be fair and stay out of HR affairs, doesn't he? Believe me, if anyone would get in trouble, it would be you for trying to get rid of your competition through false claims."
Gaz bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. What he said was the most realistic outcome.
"Just think about what I said. And everything is filed and delivered before you leave." With that he left, instantly taking with him the uneasy atmosphere but the stench of his cologne mixing with his noxious sweat would still remain for a bit longer.
Gaz merely shut the door and slumped, the tension in her muscles unwinding. She repeated to herself her mantra, "I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I hate the people at my job."
It wasn't the first time Iggin's had made a pass at her. She had tried avoiding him, but it's hard when you work at the same place. Interaction was sometimes necessary. She had tried to dress a bit more plainly, not wearing make-up or teasing her hair into her usual hairdo popular at the time. But that didn't sit well with her. She never dressed up for a man and she certainly wasn't going to change her appearance for one now. She dressed for herself, only adding a suit jacket to meet the dress code requirements. She tried threatening him within an inch of his life. But both knew what would happen if she carried through with her threats. She would not be so lucky now her dad and his mom had broke up, charges would surely be filed.
No, there was the only one thing that was suitable. Crush his ambition with taking what he wants the most. Becoming CEO at Membrane&Membrane. And when his soul was destroyed she will take pleasure in eating the broken pieces and sending what was left of his mind to a nightmare world of no return.
But that will have to wait. She opened her desk and pulled out a bottle of vodka and a tumbler she kept hidden in the back and poured herself a shot. After taking a minute to file her nails, she eventually sat down and got to work.
It was a little after 11:00 when she finally finished up. The end of the day so close at hand, she nearly sprinted to the elevator, slipping her jacket and purse back on. She wished she had brought a coat as it was fall and the temperatures were dropping but she didn't think she'd be out this late. The elevator seemed to take forever before it opened up with a ding.
She was about to go out the front door when she stopped. Clark, their security guard wasn't at his usual post near the front desk. He father, growing more paranoid about corporate spies has everyone go by him to be checked they weren't smuggling out any company secrets and he took the job a bit too seriously. He swore completely to carry out her dad's order, one family man admiring another. Once she forgot to check with him and he almost didn't let her back in the next day. This day had been long as it was, she didn't want to start of tomorrow with drama either, so she went to the control room where he'd most likely be.
Not seeing him, Gaz went through the security cameras to find his whereabouts...
It was after dark when a figure was jumping from roofs on one building to another, going unseen by the oblivious city dwellers below. Using his PAK arms helped this feat as his arms were full carrying something that seemed to be of immeasurable value to the alien. Zim was determined, not letting the what if's slow him down.
He had to get to that lab he knew existed within Membrane&Membrane Co. His minion, who lied motionless in his arms, depended on it. He had suffered damage during the rescue mission at the warehouse Dib was holding him in, his power source quickly draining. Zim had put him in standby mode to conserve as much of Gir's power as he could but the little robot wouldn't make it all the way back to the base. He needed to do emergency repairs immediately and the only place he knew was somewhat suitable was in the domain his enemy's father lurked. Oh, what fate. Going to the enemy's home turf to save the very thing said enemy injured.
Gir was a pain in Zim's ass, often doing more harm than good when it came to orders but he was his best friend. His minion, his SIR unit devoted to serving him, though not very well. He would not let Dib take away what was Zim's.
Finally he reached his destination and sneaked in through a back entrance. Place seemed to be deserted. He still remembered his way around from the couple occasions he had been here before. Before he knew it he was in the lab. He laid Gir on the counter, ignoring the test animals barking and hissing at him. After a brief search for welding tools he went to work, repairing the nick that was causing the substance that fueled Gir's power supply, from leaking out. He did his best to keep is hands from shaking. He'll get Dib for this. It doesn't matter who attacked who first or the shock on Dib's face when Gir stupidly tried to catch the bullet aimed for him as if it was some sort of baseball. Child's play was over now. But then again, he did send the SIR unit to spy on him. Dib wouldn't of had the opportunity to catch Gir if Zim hadn't put him in his way in the first place.
Enough of that heavy guilty feeling. Zim never felt remorse before and he wouldn't now. Finally the damage was repaired. He held his breath and reactivated the robot and waited for the scream that usually displayed Gir's happy face to light up.
Power 17%...
He felt himself tensing up, waiting for the next status.
Power 18%
The breath he hadn't realized he was holding was released. Relief flooded Zim and it seemed Gir would live to see another day. It would take a while for him to power up to be fully awake and operational but that was no bother. Once they get home he can have the base patch him up properly.
"Alright, Gir. You had your fun for today. Let's go home..."
Just as he was about to pick up the metal sidekick, he felt a sudden blow to the back of his head, catching him off balance. Zim tried to turn around to see who had struck him but fell instead, instantly blacking out.
It wasn't for very long as he woke up a couple minutes later, lying on his back on a table and his vision blurring. Wait, on his back? Zim took a glance around the room, waiting for his vision to clear up. When it did he could see his PAK across the room, locked in one of the cages as it was trying in vain to get out and find a host. Then he noticed him, a figure close by. The human seemed to be dressed in traditional garb reserved for low level forms of law enforcement.
Must be the security guard.
Zim realized this remembering it was strange how he didn't see anybody when he entered the building. That was a foolish mistake. He had been out for about two minutes so he only had about 7 or 8 minutes before his life was extinguished for good.
"Well well," Clark circled him, "I can't believe it. The boss's crazy kid was right."
"And it's amazing how stupid you humans are. NOW RELEASE ZIM AT ONCE!" Zim shouted, trying to get up but his limbs which felt like jelly wouldn't permit him to do so.
The human shook his head, "I can't do that. Not until I get the boss down here. Man, is he going to freak!"
"You filthy human! At least give me my PAK." Zim tried to reason, "If you don't I will die, how much use will I be to you then?"
"No way, Jose'! That thing tried to attack me! Besides, who says you have to be alive when we cut you open?"
"What is it with you humans and cutting advanced... advanced.. living thingies." Zim hissed, already feeling like his brainmeats were withering.
The guard put his hand on his chest as if he was the injured party, "Look, it'll be better this way. You won't have to feel any pain. I'm not a bad guy here, look.."
He pulled out his wallet, showing off pictures of several children, "I'm just doing what's best for my family, look at them. And look at that toilet, I just got it."
"That's... stupid." Zim wheezed, "Zim thinks... a squid brain... would work better for you."
A squid brain? He really was starting to go downhill.
"You know what?" Clark turned around looking for a syringe, "Let's just put you out now, save everybody the trouble."
Zim in a last ditch effort tried again to get back up. He thought about ordering Gir to help but he wasn't fully charged yet.
He was looking at his PAK still struggling to get free when he heard a sound. Zim looked back to see the guard's back, his hands looking like they were holding his neck. He was letting out strange gurgling sounds before he turned around, blood pouring down his blue uniform. Clark stumbled a bit before falling to his knees and releasing his throat, revealing a deep cut in it. Finally with a last gasp, he fell. Zim stared in amazement as blood pooled around the body and he couldn't help admire the deep red color of the blood.
The sound of high heels redirected his attention from the fresh corpse to his savior. The Gaz-human approached leisurely, her eyes focused on her nails as she filed them with a bloody file.
She stopped and looked up at him and smirked, "What, no thank you?"
"Dib-sister!" Zim looked over to the cages, "My PAK. You have to get it out. Zim needs PAK."
Gaz stared at him thoughtfully, seeming to be in consideration on something. Finally she complied and started to unlock the cage.
"Careful..it will attach.." Zim tried to warn only to be shot down.
"Yes, I remember that incident with Dib. You were such a whiner about the whole thing."
She caught it as it leaped for her, holding it as it struggled in her grip. Zim had to admit being a little impressed by her strength. Before she did anything else, she fixed him with a cold gaze, her eyes narrowed, "You'll owe me big time, you know."
Finally she tossed it in his direction. Gaz watched with intrigue as it looked like it was viscously attacking him like the face-huggers from Alien. Finally got to his back and she cringed as she heard what sounded like a drill and Zim groaning as it burrowed into his spine. Then it was over. He just lied there for a minute before finally getting up. He tested his bearings before smiling, clearly the old Zim returning.
His posture returning to the rigid yet proud stance he sighed happily, "Ahhh...that's better."
Zim collected Gir from the counter he left him on earlier, before addressing Gaz, "Thank you, Gaz-thing for your assistance. Zim doesn't require your services anymore, so good luck with that body."
"Hold on a minute, pal," Gaz stopped him as he tried to leave, "You owe me big time, remember?"
"What do you expect from Zim, huh?" Her burning glare drilled into his soul and he relented, "Fine, I'll help you move the body. Happy?"
Gaz shook her head, "Not by a long shot. You'll do that anyway as that is partly your fault to begin with. No, I want something bigger."
"Or what, Little Gaz? You'll doom Zim. I doubt it." Zim laughed.
"Or I'll take the security footage to the nearest news station. With myself edited out of coarse." She smirked back at him.
His antennae flattened against his head, reminding her of a cat about to hiss. He bared his teeth at her and snarled, "You wouldn't dare."
"You do remember who you're talking to, right?" Gaz continued and shrugged casually, "Besides, you're always going on with my brother about how you erkins or whatever you're called have more honor than any human. Can't back that up?"
Damn that she-demon. Something in those words registered, his PAK reminding him of the irken code. Rarely in battle do irkens protect their bothers and sisters in arms. The goal is always to destroy the enemy, not save your allies. He can only ever remember Skoodge ever doing so. But when it does happen, it is a big deal. The irken code requires some reciprocation in return. Since she wasn't human it shouldn't matter, but his PAK doesn't seem to care about details.
"Fffiiine.." Zim begrudgingly forced out.
"Good," Gaz then pointed to the body, "Help me get him on the table. It should have wheels, we can roll him to the incinerator."
Zim put Gir back down did as told and even helping her clean up the pool of blood. The lab cleaned up, she directed him to the service elevator, wheeling the ill-fated Clark in and descending to the basement.
Waiting to reach their destination, Zim broke the silence, "So what do you want? Your on personal arcade? To have me buy that horrid pizza for the rest of your days?"
"Please, we're not kids anymore, Zim." She looked at him with crossed arms but Zim had the impression she was more cold than trying to assert some form of body language, "No, Zim. What I have in mind is a bit more complicated and will most likely hurt your pride."
The smile as she said this told him she very much enjoyed going after the people's pride.
The doors opened and they rolled the table towards what Zim recognized as the incinerator. Gaz fired it up, seeming very familiar with it. When it was hot enough they hoisted the body onto the slab and slammed it in.
"Why is there an incinerator here?" Zim asked.
"We do a lot of experimentation here, testing out products and such. Sometimes things get messy." She explained.
Zim nodded in understanding. He knew from personal experience how messy experiments can be. Though he found dissolving the evidence in acid was usually more efficient.
"So, back to what I'm needing from you..." She turned from the incinerator to face him, "I'm in need of some help."
She started explaining her situation as they went back up in the elevator, "Really, it'll only be temporary. Once I get the promotion, you can go back to taking over the world, or torturing Dib or whatever it is you do."
"So the essence of what you're saying is you want to enlist Zim's service..." They got off at the ding of the elevator and started making their way back to the lab. Zim perked up, enthusiasm peeking through his tone, "Oh, you want Zim to be a spy? To slowly follow this adversary of yours, collecting information and slowly ruin his life and drive him mad? Will I get one of those cool business cards I can hand out to random people?"
Gaz laughed and shook her head, "No, but I like the way you think."
"So what is Zim's official title then?" He seemed to droop.
Gaz went over to Gir and gently picked him up, marveling at how small he seemed now. She walked back to Zim and gently handed him his minion.
"Your title?..." She leaned in as close to whatever he hears with as she could, her warm breath sending a shiver down his spine, "You're my errand boy."
With that she walked out the door, throwing over her shoulder one last thing, "Come in Monday morning. 7:30 so I can give you a bit orientation. Shouldn't be too hard for you to pick up."
And with that she was gone, leaving Zim to process what just happened. Rage filled him causing him to shake. He left the building, going through back alleys to avoid detection. How he wished he had remembered to wear his disguise. How he wished he killed the she-hound the moment his PAK was back on. Too late now.
Stupid human female. Who does she think Zim is, bossing Zim around like that? She thinks she can make Zim a servant?
But what could he do now. The PAK recognizes she saved his life. Defected or not, it will send reminders of the irken code until he either relented or went insane. Not that Zim was defected or anything. Eventually he reached the base, stepping in and feeling slightly melancholy at the lack of Gir rushing to the door to greet him in his usual cheerful manner.
"So did you find him..." The base paused before blanching, "Oh, sweet Irk, he's not dead is he?"
"No, he's not dead but he does need extensive repairs. Zim has managed to stabilize him." He explained as he handed the small metal body into the base's mechanical arms.
"Will you be overseeing the repair process, Sir?" It asked with it's bored and apathetic tone returning.
Zim sighed and headed to the kitchen, "No. I've had what the humans call a shit day. Prepare the cleansing chalk, please. And the hibernation pod. Zim just was to clean away the day's filth and actually sleep instead of recharging my PAK."
The base had never once heard Zim say please on his own accord before and decided to just do what was asked without lip. Once in the kitchen, Zim opened the one cupboard he kept locked from Gir and pulled out a small vial out of the many in there and drank the black liquid inside. It was something irkens used called foosh when they want to feel intoxicated, similar but much less harmful than Earth liquor. Of coarse, being banished and all it was difficult to buy so he had resorted to making his own concoctions made with ingredients he bought from space smugglers and something they use on Earth that creates beer called hops. He rarely indulged but there are always days like this, where this planet seems to beat him down.
Zim went down deep in his lair, going to the cleansing chamber to find a tub-like structure filled with a pink powdery substance. He undressed and sank into the substance, quickly covering himself with it. He wanted to get this done as quick as possible. After he finished, he got out and started to towel off the excess powder. It was when he was getting dressed in a fresh uniform did he notice the clothes on the floor. The dark red turning brown stood out on the pinkish-red material. He didn't even notice the blood getting on his clothes when he had helped move the body.
Scowling in disgust, he ordered the computer to burn the clothes. Zim finally reached his sleeping pod just as the foosh started to kick in. The pod would help him recharge his PAK as he got some actual sleep for once. He usually didn't waste time on sleep but tonight did he need it. It was in these moments where his thoughts ran unbidden.
He made so many mistakes tonight. Zim had actually made a mistake and not just one! It was unthinkable, impossible. But it happened. There was forgetting the building usually had a guard on duty. And not paying attention to his surroundings as he fixed Gir up. He was trained as an irken elite to be on his toes for anything, for Tallest's sake! Then there was not killing Gaz when he had the chance before she made any demand for her favor to be paid in return. But most of all... Gir almost shut down for good.
And that was 100 percent his fault. Zim put Gir in Dib's reach. Zim did not plan out a stealthy maneuver to rescue him. Zim made sound and alerted the Dib-stink of his presence. And Zim shot at the human first where he reacted in kind. If he had just never sent Gir over there, none of tonight's events would have ever happened. He has done a lot of things he could easily excuse away. But he can't forget that.
Perhaps it was karma. A human notion that what goes around comes around. But it doesn't matter. Zim was a proud irken. He may not always follow the irken code of conduct but he'll follow this one. He will report for duty at the specific time the Dib-sister requested. He will do as asked. He'll be the best damn errand boy humanity's ever seen. He'll help her get that promotion. It won't be forever after all.
Zim smiled as warm sleep started to take him. Yes, he'll fulfill his duty. And once it was fulfilled he would owe nothing. And nothing will stop him from slitting Gaz's throat and throwing her into a fire.
Still won't replace the void of not being able to put a squid brain in that guard's head.
A/N: So, what'd you think? If you noticed, Gaz always seems a bit docile in the other decades. It is hard to write her personality in other time periods where women's roles in society were more submissive. Of coarse, in the 80's things really started to change and us women could rejoice in being bitches :) I really wanted to put the shoe on the other foot where Zim wasn't the dominate force in the relationship for this instance.
So I have another one coming up, can you guess what era? Huh? No, I won't give you a hint. If you guess correctly I'll accuse you of witchcraft and demand you be sent to the dungeons. And never will you taste feasts such as turkey legs again. Ok, fine, the next idea is set during the renaissance.
So this 80's idea if I get to it already is going to be called Corporate Chains. But, I would like to ask help in naming one of the other two. I'm having a hard time focusing on That Horrible 40's Fic. I know the main details on it just need to decide on which road to go to end it. So I'm jumping around and starting new fic while I have the inspiration and I sort the other one out. So if you can guess which of the previous ideas I mentioned that I'm writing and suggest a name for it, then I will be call that. Please? I'm really bad at naming things.