Author's Note: Yay! Libraries are fantastic aren't they? I can post stuff!
Yay! Did I already say that? Oh well I'll say it again, yay! This chap is
longer…yay! And it gets kinda serious sorta. I wrote this around the same
time as "When Comics and Cartoons Collide" so that is probably why. Oh
well. Enjoy, and remember to R&R! ^_^ Oh and Topaz, if your reading this,
email me the pictures at invader_briz@hotmail.com kay? Thanks! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, I do own Alva and Invader Lem however, aren't I spewing out fan-made characters quickly now? Yes I'd say I am. Oh well.
Tall Meets Tall
Chapter Four: Invader Lem
"How are the repairs going?" Red asked a worker.
"Er…okay I suppose…" The Irken said back, monitoring the repair job that was going on.
A huge chunk of the planet had flown into the side of the Massive.
"It's your fault you know…" Purple said, gliding up to Red, "if you would have just left me to do it that wouldn't have happened!"
"It was MY idea I should be the one to carry it out!" Red countered.
"Well it was my idea to give her the planet in the first place!"
"Does it matter? The planet is gone now…thanks to YOU!"
"Everything is MY fault isn't it!"
"Probably," Red said smugly.
"Hey!"
Red looked around.
"Where did Alva go?" He asked.
"She went back to her quarters…" The worker said.
"I bet she's mad at you for blowing up the planet!" Red accused.
"What?? You blew it up just as much as I did!" Purple hissed.
~*~*~*~
Alva paced in her room; she stopped and looked out the window at the fragments of what was once a planet.
Her eye twitched and she put her hand on her forehead, sighing heavily.
"Why do I keep thinking this is my fault?" She asked herself out loud.
"Your fault? What makes you think that?" An Irken stepped out of the shadows.
Alva jumped back, startled.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" She screamed at the intruder.
"I came to see who was getting the planet I worked so hard to enslave!" The Irken Invader snapped back.
Alva stared at him quizzically.
"It wasn't my idea you know," she said.
"Of course it wasn't. Doesn't mean it makes it any more fair," The Invader told her, looking out the window at the shattered planet, "so what are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean?" Alva asked.
"You know stuff like this is just going to keep happening until you do something about it."
"What could I possibly do about this??" Alva screamed in frustration.
"Well, you could choose one." The Invader smirked.
"Choose one? One what? What are you talking about?"
"The Tallests! Why do you think they are acting all jealous of each other for anyway?" The Invader laughed.
"Okay okay, before I continue this conversation any further would you please tell me your name or something?" Alva said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me, I'm Invader Lem," Invader Lem saluted.
"How come there where no reports on the terrain of the planet, Lem?" Alva asked.
"Terrain reports? Er…" Lem stuttered.
"Never mind, it doesn't matter now." Alva sighed.
Invader Lem sighed in relief, and Alva looked at him suspiciously.
"So, back to your problem…" Lem said quickly.
"Why do you care?"
"Well I would like to get off this ship before the Tallests blow it up fighting over you!" Lem yelled gesturing to her with both arms.
"I didn't do anything…" Alva said quietly, blushing slightly.
"What is wrong with you? Why is it you always must have DONE something? All you had to do to get their attention was to be a beautiful, tall, female okay??"
Alva stared at him and blushed more.
Lem's eyes widened, and he looked away and coughed.
"Er, something like that anyway," he said.
The door to Alva's room opened, and the Tallests came in.
"Alva we are very sorry about," Purple looked over at Lem, "what are YOU doing here?"
"Yes, go away," Red picked up Lem by the head and threw him out the door, where a loud crash was heard.
Alva stared out the open door and Purple quickly closed it.
"He'll be fine!" Purple announced quickly.
Alva got that bored look on her face and sat down in a chair like thingy.
"What were you saying now?" she asked irritantly.
"Oh yeah, we're sorry about the planet." Red said.
"Don't tell me sorry, tell the Invader of the planet, that you just threw out the door, sorry." Alva pointed to the door and the Tallests looked back at it.
"He'll get over it!" Purple said.
Alva groaned.
"You really don't have to be sorry, what would I do with a planet anyway?" Alva picked up a writing device and started writing on the panel.
"Hm, good point." Red rubbed his chin.
"So your not mad about it?" Purple asked.
Alva stopped writing and looked at him.
"Mad isn't the word," she said, then continued writing.
"Well what is the word?" Red peeked over at whatever she was writing.
"Hm, disappointment, guilt, I dunno." Alva looked back at Red without moving her head.
Red and Purple looked at each other.
"Okay!" They said in unison.
"So whatcha writing then?" Red asked, pointing at the panel.
"Nothing," Alva said.
"Can I see?" Purple grabbed it out of her hand.
"Hey waitaminute!" Alva tried to grab it back but missed.
"I want to see!" Red also tried to grab it from Purple, he grabbed it, but Purple wouldn't let go which resulted in a tug of war.
"Gimme!" Red ordered.
"No, I got it first!"
"It's MY panel!" Alva protested.
"I wanna see it!" Red cried.
"Not before I do!" Purple jerked on it.
Alva watched helplessly as the panel ripped in half and sparks went everywhere. Red flew into one wall and Purple in the other.
They each looked at their halves and then at Alva.
"Oops," they said.
Alva didn't say anything, and walked out of the room, ready to explode. They watched her leave.
Lem saw her walking away when she got outside her quarters, and asked if she was okay. Alva turned around all demonic like and kicked him down the hall.
"IT TOOK ME TWO YEARS TO WRITE THAT NOVEL, IT WAS SAVED ON THAT PANEL, AND NOW IT'S GONE!!" Alva screamed, turning back around and walking away.
I rather like Alva, discovering her personality. I now know she doesn't like to be blamed for things, and has serious guilt problems...something in her past maybe? I don't know…I drew a piccy of her too, actually three ^_^ two are at roomwithamoose.com in the Your Mom's Invader Zim Discussion forum. Under Fanart, then "Fanart…" She's a ways down there if you really wanna see what she looks like. I would post the link for you to copy and paste if I had instant access to the internet but I don't so you'll have to search for it for now if you really care 0.o Maybe by next chapter I can post the link in my profile or something ~_~ Oh and I don't know WHERE I was going with the Terrain Reports thing, I really don't know what Lem was freaking out over 0.o Please R&R! And go read "When Comics and Cartoons Collide" please! It's new, one of the many fics that I have in my mind while I'm Zim deprived and JTHM flourished. Yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, I do own Alva and Invader Lem however, aren't I spewing out fan-made characters quickly now? Yes I'd say I am. Oh well.
Tall Meets Tall
Chapter Four: Invader Lem
"How are the repairs going?" Red asked a worker.
"Er…okay I suppose…" The Irken said back, monitoring the repair job that was going on.
A huge chunk of the planet had flown into the side of the Massive.
"It's your fault you know…" Purple said, gliding up to Red, "if you would have just left me to do it that wouldn't have happened!"
"It was MY idea I should be the one to carry it out!" Red countered.
"Well it was my idea to give her the planet in the first place!"
"Does it matter? The planet is gone now…thanks to YOU!"
"Everything is MY fault isn't it!"
"Probably," Red said smugly.
"Hey!"
Red looked around.
"Where did Alva go?" He asked.
"She went back to her quarters…" The worker said.
"I bet she's mad at you for blowing up the planet!" Red accused.
"What?? You blew it up just as much as I did!" Purple hissed.
~*~*~*~
Alva paced in her room; she stopped and looked out the window at the fragments of what was once a planet.
Her eye twitched and she put her hand on her forehead, sighing heavily.
"Why do I keep thinking this is my fault?" She asked herself out loud.
"Your fault? What makes you think that?" An Irken stepped out of the shadows.
Alva jumped back, startled.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" She screamed at the intruder.
"I came to see who was getting the planet I worked so hard to enslave!" The Irken Invader snapped back.
Alva stared at him quizzically.
"It wasn't my idea you know," she said.
"Of course it wasn't. Doesn't mean it makes it any more fair," The Invader told her, looking out the window at the shattered planet, "so what are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean?" Alva asked.
"You know stuff like this is just going to keep happening until you do something about it."
"What could I possibly do about this??" Alva screamed in frustration.
"Well, you could choose one." The Invader smirked.
"Choose one? One what? What are you talking about?"
"The Tallests! Why do you think they are acting all jealous of each other for anyway?" The Invader laughed.
"Okay okay, before I continue this conversation any further would you please tell me your name or something?" Alva said.
"Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me, I'm Invader Lem," Invader Lem saluted.
"How come there where no reports on the terrain of the planet, Lem?" Alva asked.
"Terrain reports? Er…" Lem stuttered.
"Never mind, it doesn't matter now." Alva sighed.
Invader Lem sighed in relief, and Alva looked at him suspiciously.
"So, back to your problem…" Lem said quickly.
"Why do you care?"
"Well I would like to get off this ship before the Tallests blow it up fighting over you!" Lem yelled gesturing to her with both arms.
"I didn't do anything…" Alva said quietly, blushing slightly.
"What is wrong with you? Why is it you always must have DONE something? All you had to do to get their attention was to be a beautiful, tall, female okay??"
Alva stared at him and blushed more.
Lem's eyes widened, and he looked away and coughed.
"Er, something like that anyway," he said.
The door to Alva's room opened, and the Tallests came in.
"Alva we are very sorry about," Purple looked over at Lem, "what are YOU doing here?"
"Yes, go away," Red picked up Lem by the head and threw him out the door, where a loud crash was heard.
Alva stared out the open door and Purple quickly closed it.
"He'll be fine!" Purple announced quickly.
Alva got that bored look on her face and sat down in a chair like thingy.
"What were you saying now?" she asked irritantly.
"Oh yeah, we're sorry about the planet." Red said.
"Don't tell me sorry, tell the Invader of the planet, that you just threw out the door, sorry." Alva pointed to the door and the Tallests looked back at it.
"He'll get over it!" Purple said.
Alva groaned.
"You really don't have to be sorry, what would I do with a planet anyway?" Alva picked up a writing device and started writing on the panel.
"Hm, good point." Red rubbed his chin.
"So your not mad about it?" Purple asked.
Alva stopped writing and looked at him.
"Mad isn't the word," she said, then continued writing.
"Well what is the word?" Red peeked over at whatever she was writing.
"Hm, disappointment, guilt, I dunno." Alva looked back at Red without moving her head.
Red and Purple looked at each other.
"Okay!" They said in unison.
"So whatcha writing then?" Red asked, pointing at the panel.
"Nothing," Alva said.
"Can I see?" Purple grabbed it out of her hand.
"Hey waitaminute!" Alva tried to grab it back but missed.
"I want to see!" Red also tried to grab it from Purple, he grabbed it, but Purple wouldn't let go which resulted in a tug of war.
"Gimme!" Red ordered.
"No, I got it first!"
"It's MY panel!" Alva protested.
"I wanna see it!" Red cried.
"Not before I do!" Purple jerked on it.
Alva watched helplessly as the panel ripped in half and sparks went everywhere. Red flew into one wall and Purple in the other.
They each looked at their halves and then at Alva.
"Oops," they said.
Alva didn't say anything, and walked out of the room, ready to explode. They watched her leave.
Lem saw her walking away when she got outside her quarters, and asked if she was okay. Alva turned around all demonic like and kicked him down the hall.
"IT TOOK ME TWO YEARS TO WRITE THAT NOVEL, IT WAS SAVED ON THAT PANEL, AND NOW IT'S GONE!!" Alva screamed, turning back around and walking away.
I rather like Alva, discovering her personality. I now know she doesn't like to be blamed for things, and has serious guilt problems...something in her past maybe? I don't know…I drew a piccy of her too, actually three ^_^ two are at roomwithamoose.com in the Your Mom's Invader Zim Discussion forum. Under Fanart, then "Fanart…" She's a ways down there if you really wanna see what she looks like. I would post the link for you to copy and paste if I had instant access to the internet but I don't so you'll have to search for it for now if you really care 0.o Maybe by next chapter I can post the link in my profile or something ~_~ Oh and I don't know WHERE I was going with the Terrain Reports thing, I really don't know what Lem was freaking out over 0.o Please R&R! And go read "When Comics and Cartoons Collide" please! It's new, one of the many fics that I have in my mind while I'm Zim deprived and JTHM flourished. Yay!