*~Several years before present~*
Gaz laid her head down on her desk as the day was coming to a close. The gentle hum of the air conditioner was almost reaching it's seemed goal of lulling her to sleep when the bell sounded for the skool day to come to an end. She hurridley gathered her few folders and her Gameslave from inside her desk before she went towards the front steps of the building to wait for Dib. She stood for about a minute before settling down and playing her Gameslave. Dib was most likely being held for some sort of detention again. He was getting into slight trouble quite a bit recently. His and Zim's rants toward eachother would often end up this way, they were both either in detention after skool or during break, depending on when Ms. Bitters decided to stay in to watch her pair of troublemakers.
She won several fights in her game and was reaching into her bookbag for another game to play when someone's shadow cast over her. She looked up and saw Zim, his head eclipsing the sun from her point of view, at least he was being useful for one thing.
"Girl, your filthy stinkbeast brother has requested me to tell you he's going to be late." Gaz raised an eyebrow and Zim chuckled, "Haha, he spoke during that stupid detention and got caught, haha!" he muttered to himself before walking off. Gaz nodded and said goodbye to Zim, who ignored her, and continued on another game.
*~Present~*
It was lighter than usual today. Gaz looked up out of a dirty window from her room in the old apartment building. It was still cloudier than it normally was during her childhood, but brighter then usual nonetheless.
She sighed softly and almost nodded off to sleep when the horrid door creaked open as loudly as it seemed it could.
"Who is it and what do you want??" she grumbled as she hid herself under the ratty blanket.
"It's me sis, it's Dib. We need you outside, and GIR has some flowers for you also." She could barely see, but GIR strode up beside Dib and handed Gaz some flowers he found outside. They seemed to be a deep violet, although her eyes could decieve her. It didn't matter what color they were though, or even that fact that they were most likely the most pitiful flowers she had ever seen in her life, flowers were rare here now. Infact, she couldn't think of a time in the past few months that she had seen any flower besides a dandilion.
"I hope you like them Gazzy! Master said they were pretty too, but I didn't let master have them because they're for youuu!" GIR drug out the last word adorably. The little S.I.R. unit had become the "pet" of their pitiful "camp."
"Thank you GIR." GIR made some sort or whirring sound that could best be described as a purr and skipped about the room. Gaz was sitting up now, and Dib was leaning in the corner or her room, to her left. GIR pranced about the room, and Gaz noticed a new bit of damage on him. She made a note to her self to have Zim reapair him and dragged out of her bed.
"Dib?"
He looked up from the floor, "Yes Gaz?"
"You and GIR step out for a few, I'm gonna change into something more decent."
He nodded and motioned for the S.I.R. unit to follow him. They walked out of the room and shut the door behind them.
She padded out of her bed to change into something more decent to be seen out of the apartment in.
Once she got out of her room she noticed Zim sitting on their "couch", which was really and old park bench with a back set against the wall. "Zim?" she questioned.
"Yes Gazzette?" She hated it when he called her by her full name.
She just looked at him for a second, noticing how tall he was now. This was at one point a plan to get back on the good side of the tallest and stop the invasion of Earth. The plan failed. Zim was about 6 foot 3 inches now, and he had been for the past few years, even before things had gotten this bad. "I just wanted to tell you GIR has some new holes in him, you might want to check them out."
"Oh." he sighed. He stood up and walked closer to her, placing a slender hand on her shoulder, he had a full five fingers now, and a little bit of pale hair on his arm, all results of the injections, and most likely why the tallest didn't believe he was on their side, and why they wanted him dead.
Dib had isolated some of the growth horomone from a dead human body they had found when the fighting first started. He began giving Zim injections of it until he was the height he is now and had been for the last two years when they gave up the hope of regaining him any semblance of Irken status, and when they gave up the hope of stopping the invasion.
Almost of his features were definetly Irken, but a few small things had changed, for a few years, when he began gaining the extra digits, he had two little stumps on his hands, making picking anything up or using them at all very awkward. His hands were nicely defined now, and still had the points of his old truly Irken hands. He has also grown a slight bit or fuzz on his chin, also almost a clear blonde, no one would even notice unless they were the distance Gaz was from him now.
She reached her arms around his waist and hugged him, and he did the same back, with his long arms around her shoulders. They just stood there for several minutes before he broke the silence and the embrace, taking a small step away from her to talk. "Gazzy, they needed to talk to you outside."
She nodded, "I know...I was just, just, comfortable."
He nodded and placed his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the dank apartment.
The building she lived in now was a rot to behold. GIR was sitting on the steps waiting for her and Zim to come out. The concrete path was missing large portions of it and the plaster coating on the building was filty all over and missing in some spots, exposing the multi-colored brick underneath. The room had once been labeled 2C but those plates were now missing, leaving only a cleaner spot and some holes where they had once been.
The two stepped out and adjusted their postition to hand in hand as they walked out to a circle of people crowded about a pile of scrapwood that would make a bonfire later that evening. Dib looked up at them, he looked calm, but one could still see the near disgust in his eyes and he saw his sister's situation with Zim. At one point he would have killed him for being involved with his sister, but now he was just confused by their situation, seeing as Zim was Irken and Gaz was human, he didn't mind much anymore though.
"Gaz, Zim, take a seat, we all need to talk about something." Gaz and Zim sat down on the ground next to eachother, continuing to hold eachother's hands as Dib conitued on. He announced to their group of the three plus some other people in their late teens like themselves, "I found out today that about a month ago the Invaders took over and exterminated all of the population of Asia. They started with Japan," Zim cut him off politely, if that's possible.
"They wanted to destroy the capital of your technology, update the equippment for the production of Irken weapons and craft, and dispose of and/or enslave the population there." Dig glared at him slightly for cutting him off, but Zim simply looked down and patted Gaz's hair.
"Anyways," Dib continued, "Everything is gone over there now, a few of the scientists were enslaved, because they could be taught how to operate some of the new machinery I suppose, and everyone else was killed. They've set up bases all over, and begun building cities, mostly in what was Russia. I guess that's it people." He seemed dissapointed that what he said was barely taken with any shock at all, but everyone saw it coming when they heard that the invasion had begun in Asia.
The group sat around for a little longer, carrying on their own individual conversations. Zim and Gaz just sat there across from Dib, leaning into eachother, not doing anything or saying anything at all, just enjoying eachother's embrace.
Things hadn't always been like that. About 3 years earlier they were only friends and Dib still felt severe hostility towards Zim. Gaz was only sixteen then, and Dib was seventeen, so young. They were adults in the new world they lived in now.
Some smaller children that couldn't remember a world that wasn't like this played some distance from the circle with GIR. They all ran about happily like nothing was ever wrong, playing a game of "tag" with the tiny bot. He almost envied them, the children and the couple across from him. The children were the ones he envied for the most logical reasons, they would grow up in this world, be accustomed to it, and be stronger. They would know how to properly put up a resistance, and would most likely do so when they were old enough to even know what a resistance was. He also envied Zim and Gaz to a point, they had eachother as reasons to keep alive, they had some shape of romance in this dying world. In his eyes it may have been some strange, twisted realtionship, but it was one, and he wanted someone to love like that, to share his hopes with, his dreams, and even his darkest depressions.
(Authors notes) Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews!! This will devolp a nice plot and more flashbacks! OOH FUN! *jumps for joy*
Gaz laid her head down on her desk as the day was coming to a close. The gentle hum of the air conditioner was almost reaching it's seemed goal of lulling her to sleep when the bell sounded for the skool day to come to an end. She hurridley gathered her few folders and her Gameslave from inside her desk before she went towards the front steps of the building to wait for Dib. She stood for about a minute before settling down and playing her Gameslave. Dib was most likely being held for some sort of detention again. He was getting into slight trouble quite a bit recently. His and Zim's rants toward eachother would often end up this way, they were both either in detention after skool or during break, depending on when Ms. Bitters decided to stay in to watch her pair of troublemakers.
She won several fights in her game and was reaching into her bookbag for another game to play when someone's shadow cast over her. She looked up and saw Zim, his head eclipsing the sun from her point of view, at least he was being useful for one thing.
"Girl, your filthy stinkbeast brother has requested me to tell you he's going to be late." Gaz raised an eyebrow and Zim chuckled, "Haha, he spoke during that stupid detention and got caught, haha!" he muttered to himself before walking off. Gaz nodded and said goodbye to Zim, who ignored her, and continued on another game.
*~Present~*
It was lighter than usual today. Gaz looked up out of a dirty window from her room in the old apartment building. It was still cloudier than it normally was during her childhood, but brighter then usual nonetheless.
She sighed softly and almost nodded off to sleep when the horrid door creaked open as loudly as it seemed it could.
"Who is it and what do you want??" she grumbled as she hid herself under the ratty blanket.
"It's me sis, it's Dib. We need you outside, and GIR has some flowers for you also." She could barely see, but GIR strode up beside Dib and handed Gaz some flowers he found outside. They seemed to be a deep violet, although her eyes could decieve her. It didn't matter what color they were though, or even that fact that they were most likely the most pitiful flowers she had ever seen in her life, flowers were rare here now. Infact, she couldn't think of a time in the past few months that she had seen any flower besides a dandilion.
"I hope you like them Gazzy! Master said they were pretty too, but I didn't let master have them because they're for youuu!" GIR drug out the last word adorably. The little S.I.R. unit had become the "pet" of their pitiful "camp."
"Thank you GIR." GIR made some sort or whirring sound that could best be described as a purr and skipped about the room. Gaz was sitting up now, and Dib was leaning in the corner or her room, to her left. GIR pranced about the room, and Gaz noticed a new bit of damage on him. She made a note to her self to have Zim reapair him and dragged out of her bed.
"Dib?"
He looked up from the floor, "Yes Gaz?"
"You and GIR step out for a few, I'm gonna change into something more decent."
He nodded and motioned for the S.I.R. unit to follow him. They walked out of the room and shut the door behind them.
She padded out of her bed to change into something more decent to be seen out of the apartment in.
Once she got out of her room she noticed Zim sitting on their "couch", which was really and old park bench with a back set against the wall. "Zim?" she questioned.
"Yes Gazzette?" She hated it when he called her by her full name.
She just looked at him for a second, noticing how tall he was now. This was at one point a plan to get back on the good side of the tallest and stop the invasion of Earth. The plan failed. Zim was about 6 foot 3 inches now, and he had been for the past few years, even before things had gotten this bad. "I just wanted to tell you GIR has some new holes in him, you might want to check them out."
"Oh." he sighed. He stood up and walked closer to her, placing a slender hand on her shoulder, he had a full five fingers now, and a little bit of pale hair on his arm, all results of the injections, and most likely why the tallest didn't believe he was on their side, and why they wanted him dead.
Dib had isolated some of the growth horomone from a dead human body they had found when the fighting first started. He began giving Zim injections of it until he was the height he is now and had been for the last two years when they gave up the hope of regaining him any semblance of Irken status, and when they gave up the hope of stopping the invasion.
Almost of his features were definetly Irken, but a few small things had changed, for a few years, when he began gaining the extra digits, he had two little stumps on his hands, making picking anything up or using them at all very awkward. His hands were nicely defined now, and still had the points of his old truly Irken hands. He has also grown a slight bit or fuzz on his chin, also almost a clear blonde, no one would even notice unless they were the distance Gaz was from him now.
She reached her arms around his waist and hugged him, and he did the same back, with his long arms around her shoulders. They just stood there for several minutes before he broke the silence and the embrace, taking a small step away from her to talk. "Gazzy, they needed to talk to you outside."
She nodded, "I know...I was just, just, comfortable."
He nodded and placed his arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the dank apartment.
The building she lived in now was a rot to behold. GIR was sitting on the steps waiting for her and Zim to come out. The concrete path was missing large portions of it and the plaster coating on the building was filty all over and missing in some spots, exposing the multi-colored brick underneath. The room had once been labeled 2C but those plates were now missing, leaving only a cleaner spot and some holes where they had once been.
The two stepped out and adjusted their postition to hand in hand as they walked out to a circle of people crowded about a pile of scrapwood that would make a bonfire later that evening. Dib looked up at them, he looked calm, but one could still see the near disgust in his eyes and he saw his sister's situation with Zim. At one point he would have killed him for being involved with his sister, but now he was just confused by their situation, seeing as Zim was Irken and Gaz was human, he didn't mind much anymore though.
"Gaz, Zim, take a seat, we all need to talk about something." Gaz and Zim sat down on the ground next to eachother, continuing to hold eachother's hands as Dib conitued on. He announced to their group of the three plus some other people in their late teens like themselves, "I found out today that about a month ago the Invaders took over and exterminated all of the population of Asia. They started with Japan," Zim cut him off politely, if that's possible.
"They wanted to destroy the capital of your technology, update the equippment for the production of Irken weapons and craft, and dispose of and/or enslave the population there." Dig glared at him slightly for cutting him off, but Zim simply looked down and patted Gaz's hair.
"Anyways," Dib continued, "Everything is gone over there now, a few of the scientists were enslaved, because they could be taught how to operate some of the new machinery I suppose, and everyone else was killed. They've set up bases all over, and begun building cities, mostly in what was Russia. I guess that's it people." He seemed dissapointed that what he said was barely taken with any shock at all, but everyone saw it coming when they heard that the invasion had begun in Asia.
The group sat around for a little longer, carrying on their own individual conversations. Zim and Gaz just sat there across from Dib, leaning into eachother, not doing anything or saying anything at all, just enjoying eachother's embrace.
Things hadn't always been like that. About 3 years earlier they were only friends and Dib still felt severe hostility towards Zim. Gaz was only sixteen then, and Dib was seventeen, so young. They were adults in the new world they lived in now.
Some smaller children that couldn't remember a world that wasn't like this played some distance from the circle with GIR. They all ran about happily like nothing was ever wrong, playing a game of "tag" with the tiny bot. He almost envied them, the children and the couple across from him. The children were the ones he envied for the most logical reasons, they would grow up in this world, be accustomed to it, and be stronger. They would know how to properly put up a resistance, and would most likely do so when they were old enough to even know what a resistance was. He also envied Zim and Gaz to a point, they had eachother as reasons to keep alive, they had some shape of romance in this dying world. In his eyes it may have been some strange, twisted realtionship, but it was one, and he wanted someone to love like that, to share his hopes with, his dreams, and even his darkest depressions.
(Authors notes) Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews!! This will devolp a nice plot and more flashbacks! OOH FUN! *jumps for joy*