Father of mine 5: and love
A/N: sorry but this will turn out as a zim/dib fic, that where i intended to take it the whole time. This will also be the last chapter, i need to get done with this story and on with my schoolwork! (bleh....) You read this and review it while I refill on caffeine once more. ^_^
Enjoy!
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He noticed a slight pressure in his squiddly spooch and realized he really needed to go to the bathroom but, trapped between Dib and the couch, he didn't think that was possible. Dib moaned in his sleep and shifted slightly, his hand falling involuntarily onto Zim's leg. Warmth rushed through the small Irken at the contact...
He could wait...
Dib was finally resting quietly in Zim's arms. He had originally ran his fingers down Dib's head to make sure the bandages were still in place after his charges panic attack, but the motion seemed to calm Dib. Zim had seized his opportunity, trying to repeat the motion, and soon Dib had relaxed. Food was essential but would have to wait till Dib was calmer....
He should kill the pathetic human worm baby now!! Why didn't he just snap the little boys neck?!? Confusion whirled inside him; he didn't want to act disgracefully and kill an unarmed enemy, but this would probably be his ONLY chance!! His rival had literally fallen into his clutches!! Zim closed his eyes tight and envisioned all the times Dib had tried to destroy him, all the times Dib had laughed at him and mocked his failures and weaknesses.... Just then Dib moved again and curled into Zim's shirt, the hand on his leg reaching up to clutch a handful of fabric.
The warm feeling inside him grew, intensified till it almost hurt him.
Zim rested his head on top of Dib's and sighed. He couldnt think of Dib as his enemy right now...it just wasnt possible, not with him in this pathetic state...
Dib's shoulders quaked, and Zim ran his fingers gently over Dib's back, finding it helped to ease the pain inside himself as well.
It had started to rain outside. He continued to stroke Dib's back and listened to the sounds of Earth itself tapping outside his window, begging to be let in.
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"Come on Dib, eat the soup!" Zim was getting annoyed. He knew that "Alphebet soup" was a helpful and often favored food of those humans who were sick, so why wouldn't Dib eat it?? The boys head rested on his own chest, his shoulders were slumped forward, and his eyes hadn't left his shoes since he had woken up.
At least he hadn't went into a screaming panic this time.....
Zim shut his eyes and took a deep breathe, trying to keep his patience.
"I am TRYING to help you, but you aren't making my job any easier!"
Still, Dib refused to make a move. His shoulders heaved in a deep sigh, but nothing more. The dark, amber eyes usually flashing with hate and rage toward him, had grown dull and flat holding not even the most negative of emotions. Sitting there, he looked almost....
"Please Dib....."
Dead.
"Fine!" Zim slammed the bowl of soup down on the table beside the couch, spilling its contents over its rim. The confusing worry that had been gnawing at him inside had suddenly changed to anger. It was as if Dib had just given up on him! How DARE he??
"I have better things to do than sit here and feed you." Zim opened the lid of the trash can, "If you need me, I'll be in the lab." and dissapeared inside.
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"GIR, mind the lab. I'm going upstairs to check on the human Dib." An hour or so had passed, and his anger had receded.
"Yes SIR!" The tiny robot tried to salute but missed, smacking himself in the face.
Zim sighed and shook his head.
"Computer, living room."
'Wait....' he thought as the elevator started up, 'Did I just leave GIR in charge of the lab?'
Zim groaned as he heard a crash below him.
Zim returned to the living room to find first, the bowl of soup eaten, and second, Dib curled into a tight ball on the floor, his shoulders shaking.
"Dib....." the pained feeling in his chest came back, and he relieved it the only way he knew how; by touching Dib.
Zim placed a hand on the boys quaking shoulder and whispered, "Whats wrong?"
The quiet crying escalated to a high wail; it sounded as if someone where stabbing Dib with a sharp object! Zim couldnt stand it, enemies or not, he couldnt stand this!
Taking the unresisting form into his arms, he tried desperately to calm him. He rocked Dib back and forth, trying to keep his hands and his words gentle. Tallest give him strength, WHY did he care so much??
After a insurmountable period of soft touches and reassurances, Dib's sobs calmed to sniffles and hiccups.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered hoarsely.
Zim was silent for a second, took a moment to gather himself together, then asked, "Dib, please tell me what happened to you." He pushed the boy back enough to stare pleadingly in his eyes. 'please...' he begged inside. 'let me help you....'
But Dib looked away, the first emotion in his eyes for days registering as deep, debilitating shame.
Zim stroked a single finger down Dibs cheek, following the path of a tear.
"Please..."
"My father..." Dib started as barely a faint whisper, but as he retold the story of his......fight......with his father, his voice rose anger. Anger at himself, anger at Pro Membrane.....and finally, before he finished, he was almost in hysterics once again.
"Oh Dib.." Zim was near tears himself...No one deserved that kind of punishment. Things like this were heard of on Irk, but the offenders were swiftly caught and brought to justice, banished to a place FAR worse than FoodCourtia.
He brought Dib close again and murmured soothingly to him in Irken.
"Dib, krehyl. Tral je natay rinm. Tral zirn ya je..."
"Zim......why *are* you helping me, anyway....?" Dib asked quietly.
"I....." Zim looked into Dibs eyes again. "I...." Dib's eyes widened and a bit of hair fell over one. Something broke inside him at that second. He finally figured out what the pain in his chest had been, why he brought Dib into his home and not turned him away, why he comforted the human time and time again;
"I--love....you..." Zim pressed his forhead against Dib's and closed his eyes. The weight from his chest was lifted, the pain and confusion inside him vanished...with those three little words.....
Dib was crying again. Zim opened his mouth to offer comfort, to maybe offer to leave if what he said was wrong, but Dib shook his head and placed his lips over Zim's. The kiss was chaste and gentle, as if both were made of tiny bits of glass, and were trying not to fall apart.
A spark rushed through Zim again, but this time he didnt find it painful. The feeling was incredible; being loved like this.
"I can't go home.." Dib said.
"Stay here then..."Zim whispered.
"Could I?" he asked in wonder. Zim smiled and laid his head down on Dib's shoulder.
"As long as you need to....."
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**"Dib, krehyl. Tral je natay rinm.Tral zirn ya je..."=**
"Dib, love. I will never let anyone hurt you. You'll be safe with me..."
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A/N: sorry but this will turn out as a zim/dib fic, that where i intended to take it the whole time. This will also be the last chapter, i need to get done with this story and on with my schoolwork! (bleh....) You read this and review it while I refill on caffeine once more. ^_^
Enjoy!
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He noticed a slight pressure in his squiddly spooch and realized he really needed to go to the bathroom but, trapped between Dib and the couch, he didn't think that was possible. Dib moaned in his sleep and shifted slightly, his hand falling involuntarily onto Zim's leg. Warmth rushed through the small Irken at the contact...
He could wait...
Dib was finally resting quietly in Zim's arms. He had originally ran his fingers down Dib's head to make sure the bandages were still in place after his charges panic attack, but the motion seemed to calm Dib. Zim had seized his opportunity, trying to repeat the motion, and soon Dib had relaxed. Food was essential but would have to wait till Dib was calmer....
He should kill the pathetic human worm baby now!! Why didn't he just snap the little boys neck?!? Confusion whirled inside him; he didn't want to act disgracefully and kill an unarmed enemy, but this would probably be his ONLY chance!! His rival had literally fallen into his clutches!! Zim closed his eyes tight and envisioned all the times Dib had tried to destroy him, all the times Dib had laughed at him and mocked his failures and weaknesses.... Just then Dib moved again and curled into Zim's shirt, the hand on his leg reaching up to clutch a handful of fabric.
The warm feeling inside him grew, intensified till it almost hurt him.
Zim rested his head on top of Dib's and sighed. He couldnt think of Dib as his enemy right now...it just wasnt possible, not with him in this pathetic state...
Dib's shoulders quaked, and Zim ran his fingers gently over Dib's back, finding it helped to ease the pain inside himself as well.
It had started to rain outside. He continued to stroke Dib's back and listened to the sounds of Earth itself tapping outside his window, begging to be let in.
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"Come on Dib, eat the soup!" Zim was getting annoyed. He knew that "Alphebet soup" was a helpful and often favored food of those humans who were sick, so why wouldn't Dib eat it?? The boys head rested on his own chest, his shoulders were slumped forward, and his eyes hadn't left his shoes since he had woken up.
At least he hadn't went into a screaming panic this time.....
Zim shut his eyes and took a deep breathe, trying to keep his patience.
"I am TRYING to help you, but you aren't making my job any easier!"
Still, Dib refused to make a move. His shoulders heaved in a deep sigh, but nothing more. The dark, amber eyes usually flashing with hate and rage toward him, had grown dull and flat holding not even the most negative of emotions. Sitting there, he looked almost....
"Please Dib....."
Dead.
"Fine!" Zim slammed the bowl of soup down on the table beside the couch, spilling its contents over its rim. The confusing worry that had been gnawing at him inside had suddenly changed to anger. It was as if Dib had just given up on him! How DARE he??
"I have better things to do than sit here and feed you." Zim opened the lid of the trash can, "If you need me, I'll be in the lab." and dissapeared inside.
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"GIR, mind the lab. I'm going upstairs to check on the human Dib." An hour or so had passed, and his anger had receded.
"Yes SIR!" The tiny robot tried to salute but missed, smacking himself in the face.
Zim sighed and shook his head.
"Computer, living room."
'Wait....' he thought as the elevator started up, 'Did I just leave GIR in charge of the lab?'
Zim groaned as he heard a crash below him.
Zim returned to the living room to find first, the bowl of soup eaten, and second, Dib curled into a tight ball on the floor, his shoulders shaking.
"Dib....." the pained feeling in his chest came back, and he relieved it the only way he knew how; by touching Dib.
Zim placed a hand on the boys quaking shoulder and whispered, "Whats wrong?"
The quiet crying escalated to a high wail; it sounded as if someone where stabbing Dib with a sharp object! Zim couldnt stand it, enemies or not, he couldnt stand this!
Taking the unresisting form into his arms, he tried desperately to calm him. He rocked Dib back and forth, trying to keep his hands and his words gentle. Tallest give him strength, WHY did he care so much??
After a insurmountable period of soft touches and reassurances, Dib's sobs calmed to sniffles and hiccups.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered hoarsely.
Zim was silent for a second, took a moment to gather himself together, then asked, "Dib, please tell me what happened to you." He pushed the boy back enough to stare pleadingly in his eyes. 'please...' he begged inside. 'let me help you....'
But Dib looked away, the first emotion in his eyes for days registering as deep, debilitating shame.
Zim stroked a single finger down Dibs cheek, following the path of a tear.
"Please..."
"My father..." Dib started as barely a faint whisper, but as he retold the story of his......fight......with his father, his voice rose anger. Anger at himself, anger at Pro Membrane.....and finally, before he finished, he was almost in hysterics once again.
"Oh Dib.." Zim was near tears himself...No one deserved that kind of punishment. Things like this were heard of on Irk, but the offenders were swiftly caught and brought to justice, banished to a place FAR worse than FoodCourtia.
He brought Dib close again and murmured soothingly to him in Irken.
"Dib, krehyl. Tral je natay rinm. Tral zirn ya je..."
"Zim......why *are* you helping me, anyway....?" Dib asked quietly.
"I....." Zim looked into Dibs eyes again. "I...." Dib's eyes widened and a bit of hair fell over one. Something broke inside him at that second. He finally figured out what the pain in his chest had been, why he brought Dib into his home and not turned him away, why he comforted the human time and time again;
"I--love....you..." Zim pressed his forhead against Dib's and closed his eyes. The weight from his chest was lifted, the pain and confusion inside him vanished...with those three little words.....
Dib was crying again. Zim opened his mouth to offer comfort, to maybe offer to leave if what he said was wrong, but Dib shook his head and placed his lips over Zim's. The kiss was chaste and gentle, as if both were made of tiny bits of glass, and were trying not to fall apart.
A spark rushed through Zim again, but this time he didnt find it painful. The feeling was incredible; being loved like this.
"I can't go home.." Dib said.
"Stay here then..."Zim whispered.
"Could I?" he asked in wonder. Zim smiled and laid his head down on Dib's shoulder.
"As long as you need to....."
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**"Dib, krehyl. Tral je natay rinm.Tral zirn ya je..."=**
"Dib, love. I will never let anyone hurt you. You'll be safe with me..."
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