A/N: All I can say is 'Poor Dib'.
Family Matters
Dib stood alone in the skool yard. It was just after the bell for the end of school. Most other students had gone already.
"Hello, Dib."
Dib spun around quickly almost falling over.
"My, aren't we jumpy this afternoon." Zim said smiling maniacally.
Dib glared. "What do you want?"
"Oh nothing really. I was wondering though. I've seen your father, but what of your mother?" Zim asked careful to use the Earth words for the parental units.
Dib paused. He hadn't seen his mother since he was very little. All he remembered was her violet hair, her amber eyes and her voice. But mostly her voice.
"Why would you want to know about my mother?" Dib asked suspiciously.
"Oh, idle curiosity I suppose." He smiled oddly. "But you know a lot about curiosity. Don't you Baby-kins?"
Dib froze completely.
'My little Baby-kins.' His mothers' voice echoed back at him.
He grabbed Zim by the front of his shirt. "What did you do with my mother?" He demanded.
Zim continued to smile and hooded his eyelids. "I've done nothing. But I do believe my superiors ordered her to take part in the newest wave of invasion. She being a prominent Invader and all."
Zim easily slipped out of Dibs numb hands. He was enjoying this way too much.
"You can believe me when I say this came as a surprise even to me!" Zim said pulling out a CD from his pocket. "But I scanned a few samples of your DNA I took some time ago. I was rather bored waiting to contact you from your stomach. As you can imagine." He waved the CD at Dib. "This is proof. You have Irken genes."
Dib snapped out of it. "You're lying! You're just doing this to mess with my head!"
"I think you should be happy about this Dib." Zim said. "This fits in with your little obsession does it not? You are the very thing you've been searching for. If that's not irony I don't know what is."
"You have to be lying! You'd never tell me the truth on anything!"
Zim tossed the CD at Dib. "Ask your father about Mera, and we'll see who has been telling the truth." He turned and walked away a smile plastered on his face.
Dib picked up the CD.
He suddenly felt very sick.
* * *
"Dad!" Dib yelled as he came into his fathers' lab. "I want to talk!"
Professor Membrane turned. He was about to deter his son from bothering him when he saw the look on his face.
"Who is Mera?" Dib asked unable to help but grit his teeth.
"Mera? She's your mother son, you know that." The Prof. said.
"You said my mother's name was Maria." Dib said. That sick feeling was coming back again.
"Oh, that's right! Maria. That's your mothers' name. Not Mera. Nope, not at all."
Dib raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me that Zim is right?" He stood still a moment. "No!"
He then started to kick the wall really hard hoping to break something, be it his foot or other. "I'm not an Irken! I'm not!"
By this time Dibs' father had concluded that his son knew about his mother being and alien. "Son. I'd like to explain."
Dib just looked at the floor as he listened.
His father had been start gazing one night when he was ten. A meteor had streaked across the sky, then back in the other direction then at him. It had been an Irken Voot Runner owned by a very lost female Irken named Mera.
At first she had been very out of touch. She was an 'Invader' that had come across a space anomaly that had portaled her to Earth some how. She was very irate on finding her Voot Runner damaged.
Dibs' father had helped her survive on earth. Helped her develop a believable disguise and name. After a time, they had fallen in love.
But Mera had finally gotten her Voot Runner to work. Upon contacting Irk she was ordered to return by the Tallest.
She did, even though she had been on Earth for several years and had mothered two children with her Earthen lover. It was her programmed invader duty to obey her leaders. She did keep in touch with her beloved Membrane (That would be his first and only name.(That's right it's just 'Membrane')) to hear about her children.
Dib absorbed it all with an aura of disbelief.
"I'm, not even Human?" Dib asked.
"Well you're half Human." His father said.
"That doesn't count!" Dib nearly screamed. He went back to kicking the wall. "Why didn't you tell me?" The wall was developing quite a dent.
"Didn't think I had to. The programming your mother gave you should have explained most of it. I think."
Dib stopped kicking the wall. "Programming?"
Again he got to hear his father go on about something that had great relevance to his life but he had been denied knowledge of.
Apparently Irken children were programmed before birth. Their minds instilled with the knowledge for jobs that would become their whole life. Invaders, Pilots, Secretaries, anything. It was all programmed into the small being before its' actual life began. If Dib hadn't been so in shock he would have found it interesting.
"Gaz has been programmed for a Fighter Pilot. Mera suggested I get her the GameSlave to help her train." The Prof. said as an after thought.
"What's my programming?" Dib asked. He was a bit afraid to find out the answer.
"Defender." His father said. He made sure the significance was understood. "I think your mother should explain this. She's supposed to call tonight. Why don't you go play now son." The Prof. turned away back to what he was doing.
Dib went out of the lab slowly. His mother. He'd get to talk to her. An alien.
Then realization hit. If Zim was discovered then they might find out Dib wasn't quite Human as well. They might find out Gaz was just as bizarre.
"I can't rely on authorities to get him off my planet. I don't care if I'm part of his race. He's not taking Earth!" He started to run to his room and promptly tripped over an untied shoelace. "Ow."
Family Matters
Dib stood alone in the skool yard. It was just after the bell for the end of school. Most other students had gone already.
"Hello, Dib."
Dib spun around quickly almost falling over.
"My, aren't we jumpy this afternoon." Zim said smiling maniacally.
Dib glared. "What do you want?"
"Oh nothing really. I was wondering though. I've seen your father, but what of your mother?" Zim asked careful to use the Earth words for the parental units.
Dib paused. He hadn't seen his mother since he was very little. All he remembered was her violet hair, her amber eyes and her voice. But mostly her voice.
"Why would you want to know about my mother?" Dib asked suspiciously.
"Oh, idle curiosity I suppose." He smiled oddly. "But you know a lot about curiosity. Don't you Baby-kins?"
Dib froze completely.
'My little Baby-kins.' His mothers' voice echoed back at him.
He grabbed Zim by the front of his shirt. "What did you do with my mother?" He demanded.
Zim continued to smile and hooded his eyelids. "I've done nothing. But I do believe my superiors ordered her to take part in the newest wave of invasion. She being a prominent Invader and all."
Zim easily slipped out of Dibs numb hands. He was enjoying this way too much.
"You can believe me when I say this came as a surprise even to me!" Zim said pulling out a CD from his pocket. "But I scanned a few samples of your DNA I took some time ago. I was rather bored waiting to contact you from your stomach. As you can imagine." He waved the CD at Dib. "This is proof. You have Irken genes."
Dib snapped out of it. "You're lying! You're just doing this to mess with my head!"
"I think you should be happy about this Dib." Zim said. "This fits in with your little obsession does it not? You are the very thing you've been searching for. If that's not irony I don't know what is."
"You have to be lying! You'd never tell me the truth on anything!"
Zim tossed the CD at Dib. "Ask your father about Mera, and we'll see who has been telling the truth." He turned and walked away a smile plastered on his face.
Dib picked up the CD.
He suddenly felt very sick.
* * *
"Dad!" Dib yelled as he came into his fathers' lab. "I want to talk!"
Professor Membrane turned. He was about to deter his son from bothering him when he saw the look on his face.
"Who is Mera?" Dib asked unable to help but grit his teeth.
"Mera? She's your mother son, you know that." The Prof. said.
"You said my mother's name was Maria." Dib said. That sick feeling was coming back again.
"Oh, that's right! Maria. That's your mothers' name. Not Mera. Nope, not at all."
Dib raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me that Zim is right?" He stood still a moment. "No!"
He then started to kick the wall really hard hoping to break something, be it his foot or other. "I'm not an Irken! I'm not!"
By this time Dibs' father had concluded that his son knew about his mother being and alien. "Son. I'd like to explain."
Dib just looked at the floor as he listened.
His father had been start gazing one night when he was ten. A meteor had streaked across the sky, then back in the other direction then at him. It had been an Irken Voot Runner owned by a very lost female Irken named Mera.
At first she had been very out of touch. She was an 'Invader' that had come across a space anomaly that had portaled her to Earth some how. She was very irate on finding her Voot Runner damaged.
Dibs' father had helped her survive on earth. Helped her develop a believable disguise and name. After a time, they had fallen in love.
But Mera had finally gotten her Voot Runner to work. Upon contacting Irk she was ordered to return by the Tallest.
She did, even though she had been on Earth for several years and had mothered two children with her Earthen lover. It was her programmed invader duty to obey her leaders. She did keep in touch with her beloved Membrane (That would be his first and only name.(That's right it's just 'Membrane')) to hear about her children.
Dib absorbed it all with an aura of disbelief.
"I'm, not even Human?" Dib asked.
"Well you're half Human." His father said.
"That doesn't count!" Dib nearly screamed. He went back to kicking the wall. "Why didn't you tell me?" The wall was developing quite a dent.
"Didn't think I had to. The programming your mother gave you should have explained most of it. I think."
Dib stopped kicking the wall. "Programming?"
Again he got to hear his father go on about something that had great relevance to his life but he had been denied knowledge of.
Apparently Irken children were programmed before birth. Their minds instilled with the knowledge for jobs that would become their whole life. Invaders, Pilots, Secretaries, anything. It was all programmed into the small being before its' actual life began. If Dib hadn't been so in shock he would have found it interesting.
"Gaz has been programmed for a Fighter Pilot. Mera suggested I get her the GameSlave to help her train." The Prof. said as an after thought.
"What's my programming?" Dib asked. He was a bit afraid to find out the answer.
"Defender." His father said. He made sure the significance was understood. "I think your mother should explain this. She's supposed to call tonight. Why don't you go play now son." The Prof. turned away back to what he was doing.
Dib went out of the lab slowly. His mother. He'd get to talk to her. An alien.
Then realization hit. If Zim was discovered then they might find out Dib wasn't quite Human as well. They might find out Gaz was just as bizarre.
"I can't rely on authorities to get him off my planet. I don't care if I'm part of his race. He's not taking Earth!" He started to run to his room and promptly tripped over an untied shoelace. "Ow."