Happily Ever After Chapter 2: Gaz's Story, an invader zim fanfic

Author's Note: Truthfully, I don't feel much like writing. But I've been waiting 3 weeks for a day off so I can write in peace, so I'm going to write. Yes I am. I'm not sure whether this is much awaited, or much despised, but I'm writing Gaz's POV (Not exactly POV, but what happened to her). I'm not sure how this will turn out, but I know it will be longer because she went through more. (Warnings: ZAGR, Teenage mom, mushyness. Can't take it? Leave now. That's my warning to you.)

Disclaimer: Think I own it? Think all you want, because it's not true. The only thing that belongs to me is the idea. But if this chapter turns out terrible, then I don't claim it.

I'm Ready for the Good Times

By: GS2aholic

"It isn't fair!" An infuriated Gaz exclaimed, slamming the front door behind her. She violently rubbed the stubborn tears out of her eyes as she blindly made her way up to her room.

She lay down forcefully on her bed, making it shake. She buried her head in her pillow and let out an angry sob, her mind swarming with confused thoughts.

After the spasm was over, Gaz sat up, dry sobs escaping her every so often. She looked at her bedside table, a pregnancy test amongst many papers and videogames.

Blue, oh how she despised that color now. It might as well have been the color of hell, as it was sure to make her life like it.

"Why did this have to happen God," She whispered to the heavens. "Why to me? Isn't my life hellish enough?"

Gaz gingerly lifted the test off the table, staring at it with an indecipherable expression on her face. Maybe it's wrong, she thought to herself. Maybe this one is defective.

She managed to chuckle. Yeah sure, like the other two. Now only on thought remained. How the hell was she supposed to tell her family? She had attempted to tell Zim, but never got that far, as he had decided to break her heart before she got to say it.

I'll tell Dib first. At least he can't kick me out of the house. She concluded this right away, but then another thought occurred to her: What would he say when he found out it was Zim's? She suddenly dreaded the hours to come.

I don't wanna clear the cobwebs from my head

Time will bring them back I bet
So if you hear me say that I believe in love
Don't make me feel ashamed

"You're WHAT?" Dib screamed at his sister, wishing with all his heart he didn't hear her right.

Gaz sat on the couch, her face emotionless as she stared at her brother. "I'm pregnant," she repeated, saying it slowly so he could take it all in.

"Oh God," He said pitifully. "Dammit Gaz, you're 15 years old."

"Thanks for reminding me," she said coldly. She had never expected him to react like this.

Dib sat himself on the opposite end of the couch. How could she do this? He wondered to himself. He never thought his family life could get worse than it already was. Thank God for a kid sister to add to my problems, He thought sarcastically.

Dib set his sister with the brotherliest stare he could muster. "So whose is it?"

Gaz shuddered involuntarily. Dib had never known she and Zim were dating. This was going to be A LOT harder than she thought.

"Zim's." Gaz said quietly, looking at the floor, hoping that it would swallow her up before he could react.

Dib's jaw dropped and his cheeks burned. "I try so hard to rid the world of him and you're carrying his child?" Dib said as calmly as he could. "I can't believe you Gaz," Dib said. His body shook as he stood up. "Does he know?"

Gaz shook her head as she shifted her gaze back up to her brother's. "I never got a chance to tell him." She admitted. "He broke up with me today."

This was too much for Dib. He slowly walked to the door and opened it.

"Please don't tell him Dib," Gaz pleaded softly. "I'll tell him when the time is right."

With that last statement, Dib walked out the door.

I used to sing the saddest songs
And while in the meantime roaches used to climb my door
Falling back down to the floor
I used to read survival guides
When my world was full of seven legged cats
But here a I am with eight more lives

To Gaz's surprise, her father didn't react as well. He had told her his feeling straight off, beginning with 'If the Press get its hands on this…' and ending with 'You can stay here until the child is born, then you're on your own'.

Gaz had given up on crying, it wouldn't get her anywhere and she had other things to worry about.

She couldn't go to school, she was positive her grades would slip like ice, and she knew she was on the thin part.

After Dib came home, he made an agreement with her. He would get her homework for her as long as she actually did it.

She never told him about the conversation with their father. She didn't want to repeat it; his words only stung her heart and she wished with all her being that she would forget them. Well, that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

I'm ready for the goodtimes
I'm ready for the goodtimes
Ready to get it on
i'm ready for the goodtimes
I'm ready for the goodtimes
Now that I'm not alone

*Six Months Later*

It had never occurred to Gaz that Irken children didn't take as long to develop. She was seven months along when her water broke.

Dib wouldn't let her go to the hospital. He wanted Zim exposed, not his sister, and if his sister gave birth to a green alien, he was sure suspicions would arise.

Gaz gave birth to the child on her bed, her brother the only one helping her as the child took its time coming out. It didn't hurt much, but she was sure it would if she wasn't so overwhelmed with anger towards her father.

Gaz looked at the child with extreme love as Dib gave it to her. It was so small, having weighed 5 lbs even at birth and she could not believe it had kept her in labor for 22 hours. The child skin had a light tint of green and large ruby red pupil-less eyes. Atop his head were a few light strands of violet hair. She a named him Zak.

Dib didn't look extremely thrilled to have helped with this kind of thing, but you could tell he was at least semi-proud of the child.

Gaz's father allowed her to stay for a few more weeks, but he never looked at the child. All the while, Dib was still deprived of the arrangement.

Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
You know it
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
You better not
Ignore it

Gaz left the house without a goodbye, afraid that she would break into tears. A few days before she had found a decent apartment to live in, it's rent low and on the other side of town.

Using what little money she had saved, she bought some furniture for her apartment. She had brought little from her previous home. Dib had kindly bought her a crib, which she brought along.

Gaz had left Dib a note when she moved, telling him not to worry and that she would be fine by herself, not explaining why she left.

Much to her delight and detestation, she managed to get a part time job at Bloaty's, while still managing to study and keep up with what she thought they must be learning at school.

Zak learned to walk when he was 6 months, but he had trouble learning to talk, as his tongue was designed for the Irken language, not English. He did eventually manage but he still didn't talk much, and Gaz always wondered why.

Gaz also managed to get him some contacts, so as not to draw attention to his brilliant eyes. Her son hated the contacts, and at first tore them out as soon as they were in. He still did that sometimes, but he was getting better at ignoring them.

Everything was going okay, until Dib came to Bloaty's.

I don't wanna look at fashion magazines
While someone does my nails
Sitting here watching other people live
Frozen by the fear to fail

"…So what would you like with that?" Gaz asked dully to the obese man that stood in front of her.

"A chocolate shake," the man snorted, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

Gaz managed not to flinch as she punched in the order. The bells by the door jingled as she collected the man's money and she turned her attention to it. If she had the ability to disappear, she would do it… now!

She took off her apron at lightning speed and threw it at her startled co-worker. "I'll be back in ten," she said as she sprinted her way out of the vicinity. She hoped with all her heart that Dib had not seen her. Unfortunately, he did.

Cause, everyday there's a war to fight
And if I win or lose never mind
As long as you're my shelter every night
I used to cry against a wall
But now I've got a shoulder
That I can lean on
Swear to me you won't be gone

"Gaz, stop!" Dib exclaimed as he ran out of Bloaty's. He hadn't seen her in a year and a half. He needed to know why she left.

She obeyed, letting her violet hair fall into her face.

"Gaz," Dib said as he finally made it to her, panting violently. "Why did you leave Gaz?"

She pulled her hair out of her eyes and looked at him. Her gaze seeming to seep into his skin pitifully.

"Gaz…"

She interrupted him. "Because Dad told me to. He said I was on my own after this was over. Not like I wasn't before."

Dib searched his mind for a comforting word; a way to tell her her father hadn't meant it. But he might have… He pondered.

All was still for a moment, the smell of pizza filling the siblings nostrils.

"Do you think you can talk to dad? Ask him if I can come home?" Gaz said, breaking the silence, her voice revealing how much she yearned to go home.

"Gaz, he is never home, and when he is he's in the lab. I, for one, don't think it matters what he thinks." Dib uttered.

"That's true, but what will he do if he comes home and sees me there?" Gaz challenged.

"He won't do anything because he has no right to kick his 17 year old daughter out of the house just because she had a child," Dib responded.

Gaz's face showed a slight presence of a smile. "So how's Zim?"

Dib's face dropped, but he answered her. "He's still here."

"Good, because I need to talk to him."

And the rest is history.

I'm ready for the goodtimes
I'm ready for the goodtimes
Ready to get it on
i'm ready for the goodtimes
I'm ready for the goodtimes
Now that I'm not alone

Terminé

Acabado

Beendet

Finished

Author's Note: Yay! I'm done! That didn't turn out as badly as I though it would. I, truthfully, find this chapter much better quality than the previous. If a part seems missing, check the other chapter and it might show up. Otherwise, I didn't think about it. This took me about 2 and a half hours to write. It went extremely slow for some reason. (This isn't counting potty breaks and getting dressed…) Constructive Criticism is always appreciated. Flames aren't appreciated as much. If there is something wrong, tell me what it is in a nice way and maybe I'll change it. Otherwise, I'll take it as a sign of jealousy.