Pre-Teenage Revelations
Epic Eight
Written by Cartman's Girl and Poe

Meanwhile, Zim had stomped furiously all the way home; not only did he have his original complaint, but Poe'd damaged his pride, again. It was kind of hard to feel adequet against someone who was holding you up in the air by the collar of your shirt, afterall. He practically tore the door of his base down and slammed it behind him.

"That… that… REJECT!" He hissed. GIR was hiding under a coffee table, wisely, admist all the yelling and anger and whatnoy. Athra was up in her room, since that was where Zim had sent her. Given her Father's state of mind at the time, she wasn't one to argue with him over this. She just sat there, waiting for either her Mom, Dad or even GIR to enter. Heck, she'd talk to anyone right now. Even if it was the robot. He sat there in the living room, fuming, before glaring at the elevator and realizing he'd have to confront his daughter sometime. The fact that the whole thing had been consentual didn't really set his mind much more at ease. He stormed into the elevator and assulted the button, the doors sliding barely sliding open enough to admit him before he shoved his way through. Athra blinked, hearing the elevator open and the squishing sounds of her Dad squeezing through. She sighed, and leant forward, hands to her face as she rested her elbows on her knees.

"Is what Cten told me true?" He asked sharply, marching in front of her and folding his arms, glaring down at her. "That this was.. was.. by choice?" He never really had liked Vist, probably because of who his father was. She looked up at him, dropping her arms to her side.

"Yes. I let it happen."

"But why?! I thought you hated him!" He made little 'hate' fingers, obviously not being as perceptive as Cten and Poe about these things.

"Well... we did hate each other..." Athra glanced to the side, "I can't really explain it... Dad, we've been together since mid-Hi Skool." she looked at him, "I didn't tell you, cause I knew you'd react... kinda like this." He blinked, blanching at that,

"You mean this wasn't the first time something like that happened?!"

"No!" her antenane sprung up straightly. "We've never.. done that before."

"Oh." He scowled, "Well, it's still disgusting and disgraceful! He's a horrible Reject!" He still seemed to forget that he was one of those himself.  Athra frowned slightly, narrowing her eyes at him.

"So are we, Dad. Or do you keep forgetting that?" He blinked, but shook his head,

"You don't understand, Athra. His father… horrible Irken," Zim shuddered, bristling at the memory.

"What?" one of her antennae tweaked in confusion, "You know who his Dad was?"

"Unfortunately," He snorted, "I'm not especially fond of Poe but I would far prefer it if he had been Vist's father instead of… of that pimp," He shook his head again, muttering to himself, "At least I know Poe isn't going to rape anyone…" Athra stared at her Father for a while, before blinking out of her slight shock.

"Ms. Cten was... raped?" He glanced over at her, realizing he'd said it a bit too loudly, then nodded curtly,

"Yes, and that's how Vist came about." He pulled off his wig finally, his antennae twitching, "He resembles his father far too strongly for my tastes.."

"Whoa." Athra stared ahead blankly for a while, "No wonder he had a feeling he'd be better off not knowing...." He pulled out his contacts,

"And when you came home reeking of him, like that, I thought…" He huffed, balling his fists, "That he'd taken after Snab in ways other than looks." Athra looked down at the floor,

"I see..." she then stood up and hugged Zim around the shoulders since she was pretty much his height. "I'm sorry Dad, I didn't mean to make you worry." He tried to remain stern, but relented and hugged her back, shaking his head,

"By now I should realize it comes with teenagery.. ness.."

"Yeah, I guess it does... plus having a male around and what not." she smirked slightly. He scowled and leaned back away from her, holding onto her shoulders. His scowl softened slightly,

"Bah, you hatchlings grow up far too quickly." She smiled at him, then beeped where his nose would be.

"I'm sorry Dad. But I'm still your little girl, you know that." A smile managed to creep into his features, and he waved her hand away gently,

"Yes, yes, I know," He lowered one of his antennae, "I just don't want to be a grandparent again any time soon."

"You won't Dad, I don't want any smeets for a long time." Athra nodded simply. "I'm making sure Vist knows that, and he better respect it or he'll be in big trouble."

"Yes, he will be," Zim scowled, looking all dark and spooky, oo. "But nonetheless!" He finished the conversation with a wave of his hand, "I'm certain you have some homework you need to be doing, since you certainly weren't working on it earlier." She laughed, shaking her head slightly.

"Oh Dad.. um.. how's Mom taking it...? I haven't really seen her.." He blinked,

"You know.." His antennae tilted back, "I was suppose to come back to the base just to get something from the labs.. She's.. still waiting." He winced, having been distracted and forgot all about that, obviously.

"...oh Dad! How could you?" Athra couldn't help but smile anyway, "Oh poor Mom... being filled in on so much..."

"I got sidetracked," He wrinkled his nose-area, "Let's just hope she doesn't kill the messenger.. I'd better get back to her."

"Better.." she bit her lower lip, "Hope she doesn't kill me either."

"You might wish you were dead after one of her tongue lashings," He shook his head, "Anyway, I want to see that skool work done, no matter how stupid and trivial it all is." He pointed to her desk, then returned to the elvator. This time, though, he took it down to his labs, getting what he was sent to fetch; just a simple garden hoe, you'd think they'd have one up there, wouldn't you? - and ran into the transporter.

Meanwhile, hovering above earth in their large garden, Vishti was still waiting. She was looking out over at the galaxy, arms folded while she waited for Zim to return. She glanced at her watch, and tsked.

"Really.." Finally he stepped out of the transporter, the door sliding away with a hydraulic hiss, weilding the hoe. He waved it,

"I have the dirt-irritating tool! And.. news." He looked a bit worse for wear, his shirt having been mussed up from Poe yanking him around. She turned her head to face him, then turned fully and stared at him in slight surprise.

"What happened to you?!" obviously noting the loosness in his collar.

"Poe happened," he grunted, setting down the hoe, "I'll get to that in a moment. The news, well.. it seems.. erm.." He glanced around, looking around the hull of the anteroom to the orbiting green house, "Our daughter's no longer a virgin," He finally blurted. Vishti stared at him for a while, then slightly laughed while shaking her head.

"Heh heh... oh Zim... you're not serious surely..." He shook his head.

"You know how she told us she was going over to Cten's base with Vist to study for some.. skoolish type project?" She raised an eye-ridge at him.

"...by Tallest you're serious aren't you?"

"Let's just say the type of studying they did probably won't be on the test." The plant she had been holding in a pot fell from her hands and smashed onto the ground, a look of pure shock plastered over her face. He flinched and held his arms up, then lowered them slowly,

"If it's any consolation, from what I gather they used.. er.. protection." He didn't get any responce, Vishti simply fainted.He blinked down at her, then kneeled and managed to scoop her up with a great deal of difficulty, not being the strongest Irken around afterall, and carted her back to the transporter.

[And this segment is DONE! Move onto the next part, thank you very much.]