(Wow... so much yummy feedback... I'm actually surprised that ch. 4 did as well as it did... I thought the ending kinda sucked. XD But I had to end it
SOMEwhere... Well, I know that the chappies have been kind of, well, short, and I'm hoping to make this one longer. Helping me is my new muse, Doryn.)
Doryn: Shut up.
Ztarlight: Doryn looks like a dog with dragon wings. He also likes to mock me.
Doryn: You made me pink. For that I must destroy you.
Ztarlight: ::sighs:: Excuse me, I have to disipline my... pink thing here...
Wing Song
Chapter Five: Just One More Moment
Dib ran among the falling rain with that hope that he would make it on time. It was unlikely, but he had to remain calm, had to remain positive. For himself,
and especialy for--- "Zim?!"
Up ahead, Zim was lying unconcious on the sidewalk, a puddle gathering around him. Panicked, Dib ran forward to check on him, carefully positioning
the umbrella over him. He was breathing, thank God, but his body was covered in harsh red blisters. "From this damn rain," Dib murmured. "It's amazing
he survied after all this time."
The green form moved. "...dib..." it whispered.
Dib leaned over. "Yes Zim. It's me."
Violet eyes opened to stare into amber ones. "How did... you know?"
Dib smiled gently. "Because I know you." He pulled Zim into his arms.
Zim winced slightly at the touch, but soon nestled himself against his lover. "Where are we... going, Dib?" he asked sleepily.
"Your base." Dib adjusted the umbrella over Zim, being careful the water didn't drip. "We're closer to there than we are to my house, so it'd make more
sense to go there."
"Okay."
Dib was slightly shocked. "Wait... you're just gonna let me walk into your home base of operations?"
"I trust you, Dib."
Dib gave Zim a squeeze. "I trust you too, Zim. I love you."
Zim returned the embrace. "I love you, Dib."
Dib looked around. "We should be almost there."
Zim nodded in reply. "Stop at the fence. I don't want you getting shot by the gnomes."
Dib chuckled lightly. "That's a first."
"Yes. I just hope it won't be the last."
Dib leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I promise it won't be. Trust me."
"I already do." They reached the end of the fence, and Zim reached over and pressed an input command on a control in a language Dib couldn't read.
"Okay, they're off."
"Great." He carried Zim to the door and rang the bell. Little Gir came clad in his puppy attire to see who the visitor was. He gasped in delight. "Hi,
Dibby!!" Then he screamed. "Master!! What did you do to Master?"
"Gir, Gir, quiet," Zim hushed, "It's okay. Dib didn't do this. He helped me."
"Oh, okay." Gir opened the door and let them inside, then ran into the kitchen.
Dib carefully set Zim on the couch. Then he took off his soaked jacket and looked around for a towel. Finding none, he went to see if Gir could help.
"Gir? Where are the towels in this house?"
"I dunnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
"Seriously, Gir. Zim needs them."
"Okay." He waddled over to the refrigerator and pulled two large towels from the vegetable bin. "Here ya' go!"
"No wonder I couldn't find 'em..." Dib took the towels from Gir's outstretched hand. "Thanks, Gir."
"You're welcome. Can I help you some more?"
"Uhm... I don't know, Gir..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee---"
"OKAY! Okay." Dib gave in. "Why don't you... make some soup or something? You know how, right?"
Gir saluted. "Yes, sir!" He ran off to get started.
Dib smiled. "What a cutie..."
"You mean me?" called a voice.
"I meant Gir," Dib said, turning towards Zim. He walked to the couch and sat down beside him, stroking his antennae. "Gir is cute. You're beautiful."
He wrapped a towel around Zim and pulled him close. "The most wonderful sight I've ever seen."
Zim sighed lightly. "Gosh, Dib, I... I never thought that it would be so nice to have you here with me." He buried his face into Dib's shoulder.
(He's so cold...) Dib wrapped his arms tighter around Zim to warm his body. "You never know what something is like until you try it."
Zim sighed again and relaxed into Dib.
(Zim has a good point,) Dib thought, rubbing his back affectionately. (I'm so glad I agreed to be his friend. It's so much nicer than plotting to kill him.)
Zim sighed happily. Usually he would take charge of a situation, but Dib was doing a fine job. He was the happiest he had been in a long time. The last
time he felt so wonderful was when he was picked for Operation: Impending Doom I...
Well, that was no more. His mission was a hoax, and he couldn't change that. (I don't want to change that....) Zim thought, squeezing Dib with all the
stregnth he had. (I can stay on Earth, and we can be together.)
Zim train of thought was interupted by a loud bell dinging, and then Gir shouting, "It's done!"
Dib smiled; he forgot that Gir was going to make soup. "I'll be right back." He kissed Zim's cheek and walked into the kitchen.
Gir was standing triumphantly on a chair next to the stove, a pot of steaming yellow liquid in front of him. "Wow, Gir, "Dib said, impressed, "It looks like
you did a good job."
The tiny andriod nodded rapidly. "Try it, try it!!" He held up a spoon. "I promise I didn't poison it this time!!"
Dib laughed nervously and sipped from the pot. "Seems okay to me." Then he started choking and collapsed on the floor.
Gir freaked out and jumped to the floor. "AHHHHHH!!! NONONONONONONO!!!! I did it right... I know I did..."
Then Dib sat up suddenly. "Gotcha."
Gir just blinked at him for a moment, then tackled him to the floor while hugging his head, saying how glad he was that Dib wasn't dead.
"Gir, GIR! It was a joke."
"A joke?"
"Yes."
(A joke? Jokes are funny.) Gir thought and rolled on the floor in giggles.
Dib shook his head and prepared a dish for Zim. "Never change, Gir. We love you too much the way you are."
"Aww.... I love you too!" Gir exclaimed, attatching himself to Dib's leg, who managed to got to the living room.
"Zim...?" He called. "Are you awake?"
The green lump on the couch stirred. "Hmm...? Yes, hardly..."
Dib sat down. "Are you okay?"
"... I'm cold, Dib..." he hinted.
Dib smiled and used his free hand to pull Zim into an embrace. "I've brought something for you to eat."
Zim peered closely at what Dib was offering to him. "It's very kind of you Dib, but I can't eat your Earth food. It makes me ill."
"This is different," Dib explained. "It a special kind of food that helps a person recover."
"You forget, I'm not human."
"You never know about something until you try it." Dib reminded.
"I---" Zim bit his lip. He was beaten, so he might as well try it. "Oh... okay." He reached for the spoon. "AHH! It's hot!"
Dib blushed in embarrasment. "Whoops... sorry." He picked up another spoonful and gently blew on it. "There." He placed the spoon in in Zim's mouth.
"Mmm... ah, that's nice..." Zim said after swallowing.
"You see?" Dib said, getting some more ready.
He finished the bowl. Satisfied, Zim leaned on Dib, purring softly. "That was wonderful..." he tilted his head back to look into Dib's warm copper eyes.
The clock that was in the hallway chimed once, twice, thrice... "It's ten o'clock already..." Dib observed.
"It's late. You should get going."
"I'd better call Gaz."
"Why? To say you're on your way?"
"No," Dib reached for the phone, "To tell her I'm not coming home tonight."
Zim's eyes widened with shock. "What?! What do you mean?"
"I need to stay here with you. You're not in your top condition, and someone needs to look out for you."
"Dib, I..." Zim blinked back his tears, "You'd do that for me?"
"Zim..." Dib turned to face him, "You don't know this, but knowing that you're on Earth gives me a reason to live."
"Ohh..." Zim smiled serenely, his ruby eyes welling up.
Dib returned the smile and dialed up his number. It rang, one time, two times...
/"Hello?"/ A female voice returned.
"Gaz?"
/"What, are you staying there or what?"/
Dib gasped. "How did you know?"
Gaz shrugged at her end. /"I don't know. Call it a sister's intuition."/
"Whatever. Zim's sick, so I'll be spending the night here---"
/"Dib, I already said I don't care what you do.... though I appreciate you taking the time to call."/
"I can't worry my only sibling."
Gaz smiled. /"Yeah, whatever. G'night."/
" 'Night Gaz, and thanks again."
They hung up. Dib turned to Zim. "Well..."
Zim shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one who wanted to stay. What do *you* want to do?"
"This." Dib leaned over and pressed his lips firmly to Zim's. Zim returned the kiss, and threw his arms around Dib's neck. Dib raeched down and placed
his arms on Zim's waist, pulling him closer. They remained locked in their embrace before Zim had to come up for air.
"Thank you... Dib..." he whispered.
"No Zim, thank you." He kissed Zim again. "You've helped me more than you'll ever know."
______
Ztarlight: I made it longer! Huzzah!!
Doryn: What was with that last part?
Ztarlight: I shouldn't have to explain it. Besides, I'm having fun writing it.
Doryn: I'm not.
Ztarlight: You're supposed to inspire me!!
Doryn: I want to kill you.
Ztarlight: -_-; ::chucks Doryn out the window:: I need a new muse...
SOMEwhere... Well, I know that the chappies have been kind of, well, short, and I'm hoping to make this one longer. Helping me is my new muse, Doryn.)
Doryn: Shut up.
Ztarlight: Doryn looks like a dog with dragon wings. He also likes to mock me.
Doryn: You made me pink. For that I must destroy you.
Ztarlight: ::sighs:: Excuse me, I have to disipline my... pink thing here...
Wing Song
Chapter Five: Just One More Moment
Dib ran among the falling rain with that hope that he would make it on time. It was unlikely, but he had to remain calm, had to remain positive. For himself,
and especialy for--- "Zim?!"
Up ahead, Zim was lying unconcious on the sidewalk, a puddle gathering around him. Panicked, Dib ran forward to check on him, carefully positioning
the umbrella over him. He was breathing, thank God, but his body was covered in harsh red blisters. "From this damn rain," Dib murmured. "It's amazing
he survied after all this time."
The green form moved. "...dib..." it whispered.
Dib leaned over. "Yes Zim. It's me."
Violet eyes opened to stare into amber ones. "How did... you know?"
Dib smiled gently. "Because I know you." He pulled Zim into his arms.
Zim winced slightly at the touch, but soon nestled himself against his lover. "Where are we... going, Dib?" he asked sleepily.
"Your base." Dib adjusted the umbrella over Zim, being careful the water didn't drip. "We're closer to there than we are to my house, so it'd make more
sense to go there."
"Okay."
Dib was slightly shocked. "Wait... you're just gonna let me walk into your home base of operations?"
"I trust you, Dib."
Dib gave Zim a squeeze. "I trust you too, Zim. I love you."
Zim returned the embrace. "I love you, Dib."
Dib looked around. "We should be almost there."
Zim nodded in reply. "Stop at the fence. I don't want you getting shot by the gnomes."
Dib chuckled lightly. "That's a first."
"Yes. I just hope it won't be the last."
Dib leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I promise it won't be. Trust me."
"I already do." They reached the end of the fence, and Zim reached over and pressed an input command on a control in a language Dib couldn't read.
"Okay, they're off."
"Great." He carried Zim to the door and rang the bell. Little Gir came clad in his puppy attire to see who the visitor was. He gasped in delight. "Hi,
Dibby!!" Then he screamed. "Master!! What did you do to Master?"
"Gir, Gir, quiet," Zim hushed, "It's okay. Dib didn't do this. He helped me."
"Oh, okay." Gir opened the door and let them inside, then ran into the kitchen.
Dib carefully set Zim on the couch. Then he took off his soaked jacket and looked around for a towel. Finding none, he went to see if Gir could help.
"Gir? Where are the towels in this house?"
"I dunnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."
"Seriously, Gir. Zim needs them."
"Okay." He waddled over to the refrigerator and pulled two large towels from the vegetable bin. "Here ya' go!"
"No wonder I couldn't find 'em..." Dib took the towels from Gir's outstretched hand. "Thanks, Gir."
"You're welcome. Can I help you some more?"
"Uhm... I don't know, Gir..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee---"
"OKAY! Okay." Dib gave in. "Why don't you... make some soup or something? You know how, right?"
Gir saluted. "Yes, sir!" He ran off to get started.
Dib smiled. "What a cutie..."
"You mean me?" called a voice.
"I meant Gir," Dib said, turning towards Zim. He walked to the couch and sat down beside him, stroking his antennae. "Gir is cute. You're beautiful."
He wrapped a towel around Zim and pulled him close. "The most wonderful sight I've ever seen."
Zim sighed lightly. "Gosh, Dib, I... I never thought that it would be so nice to have you here with me." He buried his face into Dib's shoulder.
(He's so cold...) Dib wrapped his arms tighter around Zim to warm his body. "You never know what something is like until you try it."
Zim sighed again and relaxed into Dib.
(Zim has a good point,) Dib thought, rubbing his back affectionately. (I'm so glad I agreed to be his friend. It's so much nicer than plotting to kill him.)
Zim sighed happily. Usually he would take charge of a situation, but Dib was doing a fine job. He was the happiest he had been in a long time. The last
time he felt so wonderful was when he was picked for Operation: Impending Doom I...
Well, that was no more. His mission was a hoax, and he couldn't change that. (I don't want to change that....) Zim thought, squeezing Dib with all the
stregnth he had. (I can stay on Earth, and we can be together.)
Zim train of thought was interupted by a loud bell dinging, and then Gir shouting, "It's done!"
Dib smiled; he forgot that Gir was going to make soup. "I'll be right back." He kissed Zim's cheek and walked into the kitchen.
Gir was standing triumphantly on a chair next to the stove, a pot of steaming yellow liquid in front of him. "Wow, Gir, "Dib said, impressed, "It looks like
you did a good job."
The tiny andriod nodded rapidly. "Try it, try it!!" He held up a spoon. "I promise I didn't poison it this time!!"
Dib laughed nervously and sipped from the pot. "Seems okay to me." Then he started choking and collapsed on the floor.
Gir freaked out and jumped to the floor. "AHHHHHH!!! NONONONONONONO!!!! I did it right... I know I did..."
Then Dib sat up suddenly. "Gotcha."
Gir just blinked at him for a moment, then tackled him to the floor while hugging his head, saying how glad he was that Dib wasn't dead.
"Gir, GIR! It was a joke."
"A joke?"
"Yes."
(A joke? Jokes are funny.) Gir thought and rolled on the floor in giggles.
Dib shook his head and prepared a dish for Zim. "Never change, Gir. We love you too much the way you are."
"Aww.... I love you too!" Gir exclaimed, attatching himself to Dib's leg, who managed to got to the living room.
"Zim...?" He called. "Are you awake?"
The green lump on the couch stirred. "Hmm...? Yes, hardly..."
Dib sat down. "Are you okay?"
"... I'm cold, Dib..." he hinted.
Dib smiled and used his free hand to pull Zim into an embrace. "I've brought something for you to eat."
Zim peered closely at what Dib was offering to him. "It's very kind of you Dib, but I can't eat your Earth food. It makes me ill."
"This is different," Dib explained. "It a special kind of food that helps a person recover."
"You forget, I'm not human."
"You never know about something until you try it." Dib reminded.
"I---" Zim bit his lip. He was beaten, so he might as well try it. "Oh... okay." He reached for the spoon. "AHH! It's hot!"
Dib blushed in embarrasment. "Whoops... sorry." He picked up another spoonful and gently blew on it. "There." He placed the spoon in in Zim's mouth.
"Mmm... ah, that's nice..." Zim said after swallowing.
"You see?" Dib said, getting some more ready.
He finished the bowl. Satisfied, Zim leaned on Dib, purring softly. "That was wonderful..." he tilted his head back to look into Dib's warm copper eyes.
The clock that was in the hallway chimed once, twice, thrice... "It's ten o'clock already..." Dib observed.
"It's late. You should get going."
"I'd better call Gaz."
"Why? To say you're on your way?"
"No," Dib reached for the phone, "To tell her I'm not coming home tonight."
Zim's eyes widened with shock. "What?! What do you mean?"
"I need to stay here with you. You're not in your top condition, and someone needs to look out for you."
"Dib, I..." Zim blinked back his tears, "You'd do that for me?"
"Zim..." Dib turned to face him, "You don't know this, but knowing that you're on Earth gives me a reason to live."
"Ohh..." Zim smiled serenely, his ruby eyes welling up.
Dib returned the smile and dialed up his number. It rang, one time, two times...
/"Hello?"/ A female voice returned.
"Gaz?"
/"What, are you staying there or what?"/
Dib gasped. "How did you know?"
Gaz shrugged at her end. /"I don't know. Call it a sister's intuition."/
"Whatever. Zim's sick, so I'll be spending the night here---"
/"Dib, I already said I don't care what you do.... though I appreciate you taking the time to call."/
"I can't worry my only sibling."
Gaz smiled. /"Yeah, whatever. G'night."/
" 'Night Gaz, and thanks again."
They hung up. Dib turned to Zim. "Well..."
Zim shrugged. "I don't know. You're the one who wanted to stay. What do *you* want to do?"
"This." Dib leaned over and pressed his lips firmly to Zim's. Zim returned the kiss, and threw his arms around Dib's neck. Dib raeched down and placed
his arms on Zim's waist, pulling him closer. They remained locked in their embrace before Zim had to come up for air.
"Thank you... Dib..." he whispered.
"No Zim, thank you." He kissed Zim again. "You've helped me more than you'll ever know."
______
Ztarlight: I made it longer! Huzzah!!
Doryn: What was with that last part?
Ztarlight: I shouldn't have to explain it. Besides, I'm having fun writing it.
Doryn: I'm not.
Ztarlight: You're supposed to inspire me!!
Doryn: I want to kill you.
Ztarlight: -_-; ::chucks Doryn out the window:: I need a new muse...
