[Ztar: Yes! ArmAndLeg, I RETURN! Mwahaha. And MiracleChick, I bet you're quite happy to be seeing the ending. Zana, thank you for chewing on Doryn. I would've done it myself, but he would've hurt me.

Doryn: Severely.

Ztar: Erm, yeah... and because Intetgalactic Spammy Evil has requested some more Tallest scenes, I'm going to add a scene from the Massive at the end of the chapter. (Tallest Slash ahoy!) Aww... *sniff* So many nice reviews! It almost makes me sad to finish this...

Doryn: "Almost"?

Ztar: Well, I was working with you for half of it...]

Doryn: Oh, be quiet.]





Wind Song
Chapter Seven: I'm Ready


Zim walked across the room where Dib's trenchcoat was lying on a chair. "Hurry up, Dib," he said, tossing the coat in his direction, "We're gonna' be late."

"Okay, thanks." As Dib put the coat on, he sniffed the air curiously. "Say Zim, do you smell something?"

Zim poked his (non-existant) nose in the air. "Yeah, I do..."

An eerie silence followed. At the same time, the two boys cried, "GIR!"

Zim rushed downstairs with Dib at his heels. He skidded into the kitchen, where a black smokey mess was arising from the kitchen countertop. At the bottom of the cloud were two cylindrical legs standing on a chair, tapping to a beat that a face on the smoke was humming.

"Gir!" Zim shouted.

Gir turned, though you couldn't see through the charred air. "HIII, MASTER!!" he yelled and clung to Zim's head. Looking up, he grinned. "HI DIB-PERSON!"

"Gir," Zim asked of his robot, "What *are* you doing?"

Gir's voice got low. "I'm makin... ¬.¬ PANCAKES!!!!" he cried happily and clung to Dib's head.

Dib struggled to release the andriod from his scythe. "Get off, will ya'?"

Gir resisted and grabbed the base of the scythe with his legs. Peering over Dib's forehead, he asked, "WHY is your head so BIG?!"

"My head's NOT big!" Dib yelled and yanked Gir off, taking some strands of hair with him. "OW!* he rubbed his head. "WHY does everyone say that?"

"Say what?" Zim wondered. "Say 'ow'?"

"No, say that my head is big."

"Because it is."

"Gee, thanks Zim."

"Well, you can't fight the truth, Dibbers..." Zim grinned, reaching for a pancake.

The human raised an eyebrow. " 'Dibbers'?"

Zim said nothing and took a bite of burnt pancake. Dib raised the other eyebrow. "You're not really gonna' eat that, are you?"

Zim picked Gir up by the antennae, who waved at Dib and then grabbed a pancake for himself. "You should never underestimate this little guy. I know it seems like he amounts to nothing... which he does most of the time... but he's gotten quite handy in the kitchen."

Gir, who was now sitting on the floor, giggled insanely. "Loooooook! Moose like da' pancakes!" He giggled some more, flattening the pancake with his squeaky moose.

Dib grinned serenly for a moment. Maybe having Zim for a lover won't be so bad... not if Gir is around to make him smile, too. He caught a quick glance of the wall clock and did a double-take. 7:15? "7:15?! Zim, we're gonna' be late!" He ran for the door.

Zim called after him. "But Dib, you darn humans have to eat you know!"

Dib stopped, ran back in, grabbed some burnt batter disks and ran off again. "I'll take some for the road!" he cried as he ran out the door.

"Ah... Dib! Wait for me! Lock up, Gir." Zim ordered and ran outside, closing the door behind him.

Gir turned red and ran as afast as he could, before bashing into the doorknob to pussh the button to lock the door. Dizzily, he stood up. "I'M GONNA' DO THAT AGAIN!" and ran into the doorknow, unlocking it. He kept this pattern going on throughout the day, stopping only to watch "The Scary Monkey Show" at noon, and "Angry Monkey" at 4.

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Outside, Zim ran after Dib, which was an odd sensation for him. (Wait a minute... I KNEW something was wrong here...) Speeding up, Zim tackled Dib to the asphalt.

"Zim, what are you doing? We're gonna' be late!"

"If I'm not mistaken, earth-thing, we have to keep our relationsip under covers?"

"Well, yeah..."

Zim got off of Dib. "That means YOU should be chasing ME, not the other way around."

"Oh yeah..." Dib said slowly as he got up. "But... how would I do it?"

"Just do it the Dib way." And with that Zim turned and ran.

The Dib way? What did he mean--- "Duh!" Dib slapped his forehead. He started running after the alien. "Come back here, you ailen scum!" he shouted, a deep glare on his face.

But in the back of his mind, Dib's smile couldn't have been wider. If this was how life would be, then he could handle that. Fuck what "people" will think. He wasn't people. He was Dib.

And at this moment, there was no one else he'd rather be.

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On the Massive


Almighty Tallest Purple stretched and yawned happily as he walked back into the main control room after a nice lunch. Picking up his drink, he sat down next to his ruling partner and sighed.

Several minutes of silence passed. At last, Purple asked, "You know... I wonder what Zim is doing."

"I dunno," Red shrugged. "Probably making out with that bid-headed kid he talks about so much."

"Now THERE'S an idea..." Purple grinned, glad that there was no one else in the room. He leaned over, threw his arms around Red, and kissed him deeply.

Red squirmed and pushed him back. "Ugh, yuck!"

Purple looked hurt. "I thought you liked that..."

"You have GARLIC breath..."


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Ztar: Ah... it's finally complete. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, everyone who will review, and every slash-hater who politely ignored this fic and didn't flame me. I appreciate it, though the coffee pot is rather cold with no flame to heat it.

Doryn: Have you ever tried turning on the stove?

Ztar: Can't. Too busy. Too many FICS TO WRITE!!!

Doryn: Well, you finally finished this one, didn't you?

Ztar: Yeah... but dun be sad, people! I'll have more slash fics coming over the summer, plus I have a yuri idea I want to use. (It'll be a ZADR/TAGR combination fic. What's freaky is that last night I had a dream that I was typing it up. o.O;) And also on the way.... dundundun, TALLEST SLASH! Yes, they'll have their very own story, and not just a short excerpt in one of my other fics. I hope you all enjoyed "Wind Song". Peace out!

Doryn: Do you ALWAYS have to say that?

Ztar: Yes. yes I do.