(A/N: I'd like to announce through this that when I posted 'Nightmare Zim' I had been unaware it wasn't allowing any anonymous reviews. I fixed that and would appreciate feedback on that fic. Thank you.)
Future Shock
Dib dodged laser fire as he fled through the under ground lab. Zim cackled as he followed on his extended legs.
"Fool Human! I'll destroy you this time!" Zim cackled he suddenly stopped and recoiled.
Dib glanced around him wondering what made Zim do that. He found only more weird and oddly shaped machinery. He took a step to the left.
"No don't touch that!" Zim said in fear.
Dib looked at the pink machine then back up a Zim. He moved his hand close seeing Zim start to hyperventilate the way he only does when he's truly afraid. Thinking better of keeping up this standstill he moved away, but his coat shifted in the movement and brushed against it.
"Stupid Human!" Zim screamed when the machine, hyper sensitive to touch, hummed to life.
"What is it?" Dib asked frantically, all thoughts of their fight gone. "What does it do?"
Zim had only a moment to jump back as the machine sent out a blue wave that immediately imploded back on itself. The Irken sat up and shook his head looking for Dib but found only a twisted lump of metal.
He stood up and brushed himself off. "At least the Dib-Human is out of my way. But such a pity about the transporter. So much work down the drain." He said it with such contempt that he almost wished the Human were still alive to yell at.
He retracted his legs and headed up to the upper levels. Maybe now he could manage taking over this dirt ball once and for all.
* * *
Dib moaned as he opened his eyes. He could only remember darkness and a stomach clenching fall for the longest time. Then hard concrete under him. But that was all.
His stomach lurched as someone picked him up. "Oh no." He mumbled before he threw up. He feebly tried to wipe his mouth when the other person helped him.
"It's all right, I was told you'd be ill." The person said in scratchy male voice. "You'll feel better once I get you to base Dib."
Dib tried to focus his eyes but the person had removed his glasses and he was too weak to really fight. All he saw was a dark figure. "How did you know." His sentence trailed off as he blacked out.
The person held Dib carefully as he walked with the help of extra metal legs.
* * *
"How is he?"
Red eyes looked up into a single amber eye with a silvery companion.
"He's fine." The Irken said looking back down at the floor where he sat. "He's sleeping off the nausea."
The Human nodded under his hood. "I remember that. He'll be here soon." He sat down next to the Irken pulling a worn trench coat closer around him.
"Do, do you really want to go through with this?" The Irken asked scratching behind an antenna.
"We have no real choice." The Human said fingering the oddly shaped metal ring around his replaced eye.
They had been fighting side by side for so long that they could hardly recall back to the time when they had fought each other.
The Irken fingered a small skull pendant around his neck, given to him by a long lost member of their team. A purple haired fighter who had lost her life to an exploding droid. "We should get word on our attempt on the 'Massive' soon." He said.
"That's good."
They both looked up as the door creaked open. A boy with a wild spike of black hair and twin amber eyes peeked in. He opened the door wider and was openly horrified at seeing the Irken and horribly familiar Human in the room.
The Irken got up followed by his hesitant companion. "You're awake. Good." He said.
Dib clenched his fists reflexively. "You're the one who picked me up."
The Irken nodded. He tilted his head to note his Human friend standing nervously to the side. So this is how it all happened? Interesting.
"Who are you?" Dib asked.
The Irken looked at him with familiar ruby eyes. "You know me Dib. We fought for so long I'm slightly disappointed you don't know already."
"Zim." Dib whispered.
The tall Irken nodded. "Yes. Welcome to fifteen years into your future Dib." He opened long arms to show himself. "As you can see, I've changed a lot. Though I'm only five-four by your measurement of height."
He noticed Dib's eyes flick to the only other person in the room. He turned to the Human. "Oh yes."
The Human took a step forward. As he did he lifted a hand to remove his hood. Dib blinked as he saw an unruly spike of black hair and amber eyes. But they were not both amber. The left one was silver and surrounded in burnished metal, the pink line of a scar ran down over his eyebrow, over the eye and onto his cheek.
"Hello Dib." The man said.
Dib swallowed hard. "Hello, Dib."
* * *
Dib looked up at his older self. "Why?"
Mismatched eyes lowered. "I had to."
"That's not a good enough reason." Dib said a bit angrily.
"If it was a good enough reason for me it will be a good enough reason for you." His older self said. "You will return back, but it will be four months later." He seemed agitated. "In that time he had not only destroyed a lot of Earth but the armada is almost there. You'll land in the midst of a battle, between Human resistance and Battle Drones. But not drones controlled by Zim."
Dib tried to speak but was cut off by the older of the two. "He was betrayed. His own leaders left him to die in a battle they had ordered him to commence. Shortly after you arrive you'll be hit with shrapnel." He pointed to his silver eye. "This will be the result, only Zim has the ability to fix it and heal you. You have to let him."
"Why should I?" Dib demanded.
"It's the only way there is."
"I don't believe that. Zim would only lie to me and try to destroy me."
The older one shook his head. "No. By this time he is nearly lost. You bring back something in him that his leaders broke in their betrayal." He looked off to the side. "Something I still can't give a name."
Dib brooded for a moment not wanting to believe any of this. "Why do, did, you." He wanted to ask something but couldn't quite get it out.
"He is my friend. It took years of being only an ally to get him to be my friend. But he is." The older Dib looked almost pleased with himself. "It's like I won against that old angry Zim."
Dib rubbed his arm and looked down. He suddenly felt tingly. "What's going on?" He asked holding up hand that glowed slightly with blue.
"You're being pulled back." The older Dib said. "It works like a rubber band only you won't be snapped back right. Like I told you."
"I don't' want to go back, not yet." Dib said sounding terrified.
"There's nothing I can do to stop it."
"Please." Dib said panicking. The tingling turned to a dropping sensation. "Tell me what to do!"
"I can't." His other said reaching out slightly but only finding air where he saw his younger self glowing brightly with blue. "You'll know." He bit back the memories he knew there was no way he could stop from happening. "Trust him."
The blue light became blinding and then collapsed on itself leaving only the echo of a whimper.
* * *
Dib spun around and ran. The over sized metal monster stalked him with giant steps. He heard the whine of incoming fire and turned to see the droid explode. He fell back from the blast and screamed in pain.
He groped around with his free hand as he held the other over his left eye. Blood flooded out from through his fingers. Eventually he fell down a hole landing hard on solid ground. He'd been thorough too much of this lately.
The sounds of battle above were muffled by the shelter.
"Who's there?" A high scratchy voice demanded.
A heavy metallic form dropped down on Dib. "It's Dib, and he's leaking ketchup!" Gir said sounding cheerful as ever.
"Dib?" Rough thin hands pulled Dib's arms from his face. "Mother of Irk. Gir, medical mode."
"I obey master!" There was the sound of mechanical parts shifting and Dib's eye stopped hurting. There was only a light pressure.
Dib opened his other eye and saw Zim. Bruised, dirty, and horribly under fed. "Zim." He croaked through the dust he had inhaled.
Zim's cold eyes seemed to change. "Don't speak." He said. "You'll only weaken."
Gir finished his work leaving Dib with an oddly shaped burnished metal ring around his eye and a silver orb replacing the destroyed one. A hastily healed angry red scar ran over his eyebrow, over his eye and down his cheek.
Dib suddenly clenched at Zim's arm and tried to talk but fell back unconscious.
Gir looked at his master questioningly. "Master?"
Zim looked up and listened to now distant sound of war. "We stay here tonight Gir." He looked down at Dib. "We may be able to contact the resistance to help now." He sighed. "I just hope he'll help us with that." Then as an afterthought. "I'll have to explain so much."
Dibs' mismatched eyes peeked open. "Zim."
Alarmed Zim looked down.
Dib coughed forcing dust out of his lungs. "I trust you."
The End...sort of
Future Shock
Dib dodged laser fire as he fled through the under ground lab. Zim cackled as he followed on his extended legs.
"Fool Human! I'll destroy you this time!" Zim cackled he suddenly stopped and recoiled.
Dib glanced around him wondering what made Zim do that. He found only more weird and oddly shaped machinery. He took a step to the left.
"No don't touch that!" Zim said in fear.
Dib looked at the pink machine then back up a Zim. He moved his hand close seeing Zim start to hyperventilate the way he only does when he's truly afraid. Thinking better of keeping up this standstill he moved away, but his coat shifted in the movement and brushed against it.
"Stupid Human!" Zim screamed when the machine, hyper sensitive to touch, hummed to life.
"What is it?" Dib asked frantically, all thoughts of their fight gone. "What does it do?"
Zim had only a moment to jump back as the machine sent out a blue wave that immediately imploded back on itself. The Irken sat up and shook his head looking for Dib but found only a twisted lump of metal.
He stood up and brushed himself off. "At least the Dib-Human is out of my way. But such a pity about the transporter. So much work down the drain." He said it with such contempt that he almost wished the Human were still alive to yell at.
He retracted his legs and headed up to the upper levels. Maybe now he could manage taking over this dirt ball once and for all.
* * *
Dib moaned as he opened his eyes. He could only remember darkness and a stomach clenching fall for the longest time. Then hard concrete under him. But that was all.
His stomach lurched as someone picked him up. "Oh no." He mumbled before he threw up. He feebly tried to wipe his mouth when the other person helped him.
"It's all right, I was told you'd be ill." The person said in scratchy male voice. "You'll feel better once I get you to base Dib."
Dib tried to focus his eyes but the person had removed his glasses and he was too weak to really fight. All he saw was a dark figure. "How did you know." His sentence trailed off as he blacked out.
The person held Dib carefully as he walked with the help of extra metal legs.
* * *
"How is he?"
Red eyes looked up into a single amber eye with a silvery companion.
"He's fine." The Irken said looking back down at the floor where he sat. "He's sleeping off the nausea."
The Human nodded under his hood. "I remember that. He'll be here soon." He sat down next to the Irken pulling a worn trench coat closer around him.
"Do, do you really want to go through with this?" The Irken asked scratching behind an antenna.
"We have no real choice." The Human said fingering the oddly shaped metal ring around his replaced eye.
They had been fighting side by side for so long that they could hardly recall back to the time when they had fought each other.
The Irken fingered a small skull pendant around his neck, given to him by a long lost member of their team. A purple haired fighter who had lost her life to an exploding droid. "We should get word on our attempt on the 'Massive' soon." He said.
"That's good."
They both looked up as the door creaked open. A boy with a wild spike of black hair and twin amber eyes peeked in. He opened the door wider and was openly horrified at seeing the Irken and horribly familiar Human in the room.
The Irken got up followed by his hesitant companion. "You're awake. Good." He said.
Dib clenched his fists reflexively. "You're the one who picked me up."
The Irken nodded. He tilted his head to note his Human friend standing nervously to the side. So this is how it all happened? Interesting.
"Who are you?" Dib asked.
The Irken looked at him with familiar ruby eyes. "You know me Dib. We fought for so long I'm slightly disappointed you don't know already."
"Zim." Dib whispered.
The tall Irken nodded. "Yes. Welcome to fifteen years into your future Dib." He opened long arms to show himself. "As you can see, I've changed a lot. Though I'm only five-four by your measurement of height."
He noticed Dib's eyes flick to the only other person in the room. He turned to the Human. "Oh yes."
The Human took a step forward. As he did he lifted a hand to remove his hood. Dib blinked as he saw an unruly spike of black hair and amber eyes. But they were not both amber. The left one was silver and surrounded in burnished metal, the pink line of a scar ran down over his eyebrow, over the eye and onto his cheek.
"Hello Dib." The man said.
Dib swallowed hard. "Hello, Dib."
* * *
Dib looked up at his older self. "Why?"
Mismatched eyes lowered. "I had to."
"That's not a good enough reason." Dib said a bit angrily.
"If it was a good enough reason for me it will be a good enough reason for you." His older self said. "You will return back, but it will be four months later." He seemed agitated. "In that time he had not only destroyed a lot of Earth but the armada is almost there. You'll land in the midst of a battle, between Human resistance and Battle Drones. But not drones controlled by Zim."
Dib tried to speak but was cut off by the older of the two. "He was betrayed. His own leaders left him to die in a battle they had ordered him to commence. Shortly after you arrive you'll be hit with shrapnel." He pointed to his silver eye. "This will be the result, only Zim has the ability to fix it and heal you. You have to let him."
"Why should I?" Dib demanded.
"It's the only way there is."
"I don't believe that. Zim would only lie to me and try to destroy me."
The older one shook his head. "No. By this time he is nearly lost. You bring back something in him that his leaders broke in their betrayal." He looked off to the side. "Something I still can't give a name."
Dib brooded for a moment not wanting to believe any of this. "Why do, did, you." He wanted to ask something but couldn't quite get it out.
"He is my friend. It took years of being only an ally to get him to be my friend. But he is." The older Dib looked almost pleased with himself. "It's like I won against that old angry Zim."
Dib rubbed his arm and looked down. He suddenly felt tingly. "What's going on?" He asked holding up hand that glowed slightly with blue.
"You're being pulled back." The older Dib said. "It works like a rubber band only you won't be snapped back right. Like I told you."
"I don't' want to go back, not yet." Dib said sounding terrified.
"There's nothing I can do to stop it."
"Please." Dib said panicking. The tingling turned to a dropping sensation. "Tell me what to do!"
"I can't." His other said reaching out slightly but only finding air where he saw his younger self glowing brightly with blue. "You'll know." He bit back the memories he knew there was no way he could stop from happening. "Trust him."
The blue light became blinding and then collapsed on itself leaving only the echo of a whimper.
* * *
Dib spun around and ran. The over sized metal monster stalked him with giant steps. He heard the whine of incoming fire and turned to see the droid explode. He fell back from the blast and screamed in pain.
He groped around with his free hand as he held the other over his left eye. Blood flooded out from through his fingers. Eventually he fell down a hole landing hard on solid ground. He'd been thorough too much of this lately.
The sounds of battle above were muffled by the shelter.
"Who's there?" A high scratchy voice demanded.
A heavy metallic form dropped down on Dib. "It's Dib, and he's leaking ketchup!" Gir said sounding cheerful as ever.
"Dib?" Rough thin hands pulled Dib's arms from his face. "Mother of Irk. Gir, medical mode."
"I obey master!" There was the sound of mechanical parts shifting and Dib's eye stopped hurting. There was only a light pressure.
Dib opened his other eye and saw Zim. Bruised, dirty, and horribly under fed. "Zim." He croaked through the dust he had inhaled.
Zim's cold eyes seemed to change. "Don't speak." He said. "You'll only weaken."
Gir finished his work leaving Dib with an oddly shaped burnished metal ring around his eye and a silver orb replacing the destroyed one. A hastily healed angry red scar ran over his eyebrow, over his eye and down his cheek.
Dib suddenly clenched at Zim's arm and tried to talk but fell back unconscious.
Gir looked at his master questioningly. "Master?"
Zim looked up and listened to now distant sound of war. "We stay here tonight Gir." He looked down at Dib. "We may be able to contact the resistance to help now." He sighed. "I just hope he'll help us with that." Then as an afterthought. "I'll have to explain so much."
Dibs' mismatched eyes peeked open. "Zim."
Alarmed Zim looked down.
Dib coughed forcing dust out of his lungs. "I trust you."
The End...sort of
