(Hiya, friends! This fic is sort of a follow up to "The Almighty Smallest". I'd recommend reading that first so you have a better idea who Dae is. But, if you don't
feel like it, then I'll give you the basics. This spoiles the other fic, so if you want to read it, go now. Okay, Dae befriended Zim as a baby, watched him grow,
got sick and died [laughs nervously as MANY angry reviews glare at her for making that happen] and now she's kinda like Zim's guardian angel...but he
doesn't know it...yet. [Oh, yet? What does she mean by that?] Well, read the damn thing and see for yourself! BTW, thank the Almighty Jhonen for bringing
Zim into our lives...if you can really call them lives...)



It's Not Over


It was coming.

She could feel it.

(Soon...)

But, what could she do to stop it?

(Find him!)

Duh. That would have been fine, but where WAS he? Not at his house, she watched him leave. Where could he be going at this time of day...?

(The skool!)

Terrified, Dae flew down from her stationed position and searched the surrounding area.

(There!)

Too late. He was already inside.

(He can't see me anyway...I need to harness a life force first...)

Dae stood there in thought, then picked up a piece of grass off the ground. "This'll work."



Dib smiled to himself as Zim entered the classroom. (Poor Zim...) he thought. (You think you've got us all fooled, don't you? Well, I'll show you.)

And show him he would, for yesterday Dib had gotten the most important letter of his life...it was SO important that he felt he no longer had a use for mail...

Someone believed him.

And they we're coming for him.

Today.

Not wanting to raise suspicions among the alien's mind, Dib gave Zim the same death glare he always did. Zim returned it was a glare of his own, then sent
a smug grin Dib's way before he turned around to pretend to listen to Ms. Bitters' "Doom" rantings.

(Sure Zim...smile...)

(Smile all you want...)

(It matters none to me...)

(With any luck...)

(It shall be your last....)



It was very cold where he was.

On the ground...somewhere.

But where?

He struggled to remember...slowly, it came back...


[The door being busted down...]

[The rough feel of their gloves...]

[The sound of Gir screaming...]

"Gir!"

Zim opened one eye as he tried to see where he was. A room of some sort...dimly lit, and rather dirty. "Gross...and to think I'm actually LYING on this floor..."
Grunting with extreme effort, Zim pushed himself up on one knee.

His boots were scuffed up, his gloves were tattered and worn; a few of the fingers were missing. His shirt had been ripped across the chest, and he had a
large gash in his left arm, which he gripped with his right as he slowly stood up.

(Why am I like this...? What...happened to me...what happened to Gir?!)

Trembling violently, Zim stood up and glared at the opposite wall. Even though there was no other soul present, he could almost make out a figure...hear a
voice...remember...

Dib.

(He did this...)

(He will pay...)

"You will pay for doing this to me, Dib," he vowed. "I may be down, but I'm not out. It's not over Dib..." He stood up straight and hissed,

"You haven't won yet..."