Father of mine: part 3
A/N-- im writing this as it comes to me. i need your input peoples. Sorry if i make Zim look a little clueless in this one. My Zimmy is smart, but can be so adorably naive! ^_^
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A tiny figure in a moldy green suit fasioned to resemble a dog flew through the living room on a vacuum cleaner.

"WHOOOEEEEEEE.......OOOOOO.......WEEEEE.....OOOOOOO" GIR screamed in delight as he raced back and forth. Zim glared at the pathetic fool grimly.

'I should take him apart and use his insides for scrap.' he thought.
Shaking his head, he slumped down on the couch and opened up a book he had gotten from the human reasearch center; "Human Anatomy". He had cleverly tricked the woman named "Claire, librarian" into thinking he would return this book at a designated time, and she had given it to him for free!! Zim smiled at his trickery.

"GIR, *please* go vacuum somewhere else..." he muttered in exasperation.

"Im CLEANING Maaaaaster!" GIR squealed and fell downstairs. Zim sighed and lowered his eyes to the book.

"THE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM consists (1) of complex capillary networks which collect the lymph in the various organs and tissues; (2) of an elaborate system of collecting vessels which conduct the lymph from the capillaries to the large veins of the neck at the junction of the internal jugular and subclavian veins...."

*THUMP*

Startled from his reading, Zim looked up toward the door. Something had thumped against the door...He had read cautions against "neighborhood predators" that would break into your home and steal.....stuff.... .

Well, no neighborhood predator....thing was getting into THIS home! DOOM be to his enemies! DOOM be to their families! And DOOM be to their--

*THUMP*

Zim raised the rather heavy book over his head as a make shift weapon and crept up to the door. Causiously he turned the handle and opened the door, tensing to bludgeon the Neighborhood Predator on the head and take him for his prisoner.

Dib collapsed at Zim's feet. His trenchcoat was torn and, as Zim turned him over with one finger as he would a peice of trash, he could see he had major injuries. Red, human blood covered his face and had run into his hair, streaking it almost vibrantly. His chest moved up and down slowly, shallow breathing.

Zim stood over the unconcious figure. "Without medical attention, this HUUU-man will most likely die from his injuries....And I will have won! But...where is the honor, where is the glory in defeating an advesary so...."

Dib moaned and cracked open his eyes, looking pleadingly at the one he had vowed to hate. "Please--he--lp.....mee..."

"....weak and pathetic." Zim hung his head.
Downstairs GIR and the vacuum wailed together at about the same pitch.
"I cannot dishonor my planet with such.....cowardice. Someday..." Zim clenched his fist over Dib, narrowing his eyes, "Someday DIB!"

But right now, he needed to get Dib some attention. "I suppose I will call an am-bu-lance." But as he turned to the phone he felt a hand grab at his leg.

"NO!!" There was panic in Dib's dark eyes. "Please....please....no one eles can know...can't find out.....he'd kill me..please dont call anyone.."
Zim's red eyes widened, "You expect me to care for you HERE? At MY house?"

Tears started to well up in Dib's fear stricken eyes, and a pang tug at Zim's heart. (A/N: or in Irkan, that would be a ruddly spork)
"Alright then," he complied, in a more gentle voice than he intended to use, "come on, lets get you inside."
Zim picked up the top half of Dib's limp body and half dragged, half carried him to the couch.

Sighing, Zim covered Dib with a blanket and went to try and find whatever books he could on doctoring.

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hey. so, you are the public, whatya think? continue? revenge? dib kill membrane? zim kill membrane? GIR break vacuum? (heehee) ^_^