Hey everyone, sorry for taking soooooo long to update. Thanks for the reviews! If I get more I might update quicker!! Oh...and a lot of you people are gonna hate me after this chapter...or at least according to my surveys you will. It's about Gir, I dare not say more!!!! Just read... (Oh, and I'm not going to do the G dot I dot R dot thing {G.I.R.}, it bugs me. I mean Gir * is * his name so why should it look like a science term?)
Zim watched Gaz as she stretched and turned to the inside of the couch, eyes still closed. He was still thinking about how to rid himself of Purple, who was also watching Gaz. Suddenly the bell rang for the Irken Brunch and he found his way out.
"Would you look at that! Brunch already!" Zim nearly squealed with delight but restrained himself, merely grinning widely. He spoke to the computer, "Intercom on. All servants in Quadrant 15 are to clean and set up formal dining room 3 for the Almighty Tallest. Intercom off."
"I'll have one of my servants take you to the dining room, Red should be there before you." Zim said turning to Purple.
"Aren't you coming?" Purple asked.
"No, I've got things to do." Zim said, silently praying Purple wouldn't tell him to go with him. He took out his notebook and pressed a few buttons before speaking again, "Stit will drop Red off and then come get you."
"Whatever." Purple said, uninterestedly. A second or two later the doors opened and Stit hurried in.
"Your escort is here." Zim said struggling to suppress his glee. Stit waited by the door and when Purple stood from the couch and walked to the door they both walked out, the doors slowly sliding shut behind them. Zim heaved a sigh of relief and slumped in his chair.
"You can get up now Gaz." Zim said after a couple seconds, looking toward the couch. Gaz stiffened and then slowly sat up.
"When'd you know I was awake?" Gaz asked, standing and stretching.
"A couple seconds after the Almighty Tallest got here." Zim replied, "Your breathing wasn't relaxed, and you tensed up every time you heard something you didn't like. Your eyes flickered too much." Zim explained.
"Mmm...." Gaz said as she glanced around slowly. Zim watched her eyes, narrowed.
"I wouldn't even bother trying to escape." Zim said warningly. Gaz glared at him and they both sat quietly, thinking.
"Why did you tell me...what you did?" Zim asked suddenly breaking the silence. Gaz glared at him for a couple seconds before opening her mouth to speak. When she did, her voice held a steely, hateful tone to it.
"I don't know, but if you ever tell anyone, I will take your overused, pathetic tongue and wrap it around your scrawny, little neck and choke you with it until your face is blue and your eyes pop out." Zim stared at her, eyes wide. He swallowed nervously as he shuddered, shaking off the verbal attack.
"Why'd you listen anyway?" Gaz asked, picking at her fingernails, feigning disinterest.
"Well, because...I...you..." Zim stuttered, blushing. He regained his composure and straitened up, "What? An evil invader can't sympathize with humans?" he smirked.
"No." Gaz snapped, "Why did you listen?"
"Because, you were, err, you were crying..." Zim said, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably.
"And if you ever tell anyone that I cried, I'll break every one of your fingers and toes, one...by...one." Gaz interrupted, drawing out the last phrase for affect. Zim looked nervously at his fingers.
"As if a stink-beast like you could do anything to me, Superior Invader Zim!!!!!!!" He hadn't changed at all, Gaz sighed as Zim started laughing maniacally. She remembered a time when he had taken her "hostage" in an attempt to get photographs of him from Dib. He had made the mistake of taking her GS2 away from her, apparently annoyed by it's beeping. In the end, Zim had taken quite a beating and Dib had the pictures taken away by Gir in his attempt to "rescue" her.
"What happened to Gir?" Gaz asked, suddenly remembering she hadn't seen the robot since the invasion began.
"Well..." Zim paused hesitantly, "He...one of the younger Irkens...during an attack on humans, he blew Gir up." Zim said staring at the floor intently, looking somewhat forlorn.
"Oh, I...he was kinda cool." Gaz said, disconcerted. He was in his own, naïve, troublesome ways. Gir was the only "person" who'd been able to make her smile at something that didn't involve someone else getting hurt or embarrassed. During their brief encounters they'd established a type of bond. She felt a familiar tiny sadness enter her heart, and she swallowed hard to shove it down. Sometimes it felt like her heart was chipping away piece by piece. It hurt a lot.
"Yes, well I have a few of my top scientists working on rebuilding him, but I don't think it'll ever be the same." Zim said recovering from his silent lapse.
"No...it wont. Gir was unique." Gaz said, mentally slapping herself for saying too much. She'd already told Zim about her mother, did she have to tell him everything else too!?
"I suppose, but what's done is done." Zim sighed.
"What happened to the guy who blew him up?" Gaz asked.
"I had him executed." Zim replied bluntly and coldly.
"I see." They both sat quietly for a few minutes.
"What's that other Irken's problem?" Gaz asked, sneering, remembering what he had said earlier.
"What? Oh, Purple? He, how do you humans put it? He's easily turned on." Zim replied, Gaz barked out a laugh.
"He says anything again and he'll be eating his ugly teeth for breakfast." Gaz growled.
"Is that so?" Gaz and Zim jerked their heads toward the door. Purple and Red were standing there.
"Yes it is." Gaz hissed, angrily. Purple raised his non-existent eyebrows, and grinned.
"I like'm that way." He stated, "Nice and feisty." Gaz made a face, showing her disgust and contempt. Purple and Red walked in, Red giving Purple annoyed glances as if he was used to the he was acting.
"Hey Zim, you do realize that Gir was an idiotic piece of scrap metal?" Red asked as they got closer.
"To you maybe." Zim replied shortly.
"Just clarifying." Red said.
"Yeah, whatever." Zim muttered, "Exactly how long were you listening to us?" he asked, failing to keep a growl out of his voice.
"When you said something about her crying and she then she threatened you." Purple replied, Gaz glared at him.
"I didn't cry."
"Riiight." Purple said sarcastically. He was about to say more but Red elbowed him and they began conversing quietly. Finally they stopped and looked up at Zim.
"We need a private room." Purple said.
"Completely empty." Red added.
"Sound proof." Purple said. Zim quirked an eyebrow and stared at them for awhile, a million thoughts running through his head, but one stood out in particular. They were up to something.
Alright, I was getting tired and my fingers were beginning to cramp so I figured this was a good place to stop. I promise not make the wait for the next chapter so long. R&R please??????? Oh, and sorry for any typo's. Hehe, but I am tired.
Zim watched Gaz as she stretched and turned to the inside of the couch, eyes still closed. He was still thinking about how to rid himself of Purple, who was also watching Gaz. Suddenly the bell rang for the Irken Brunch and he found his way out.
"Would you look at that! Brunch already!" Zim nearly squealed with delight but restrained himself, merely grinning widely. He spoke to the computer, "Intercom on. All servants in Quadrant 15 are to clean and set up formal dining room 3 for the Almighty Tallest. Intercom off."
"I'll have one of my servants take you to the dining room, Red should be there before you." Zim said turning to Purple.
"Aren't you coming?" Purple asked.
"No, I've got things to do." Zim said, silently praying Purple wouldn't tell him to go with him. He took out his notebook and pressed a few buttons before speaking again, "Stit will drop Red off and then come get you."
"Whatever." Purple said, uninterestedly. A second or two later the doors opened and Stit hurried in.
"Your escort is here." Zim said struggling to suppress his glee. Stit waited by the door and when Purple stood from the couch and walked to the door they both walked out, the doors slowly sliding shut behind them. Zim heaved a sigh of relief and slumped in his chair.
"You can get up now Gaz." Zim said after a couple seconds, looking toward the couch. Gaz stiffened and then slowly sat up.
"When'd you know I was awake?" Gaz asked, standing and stretching.
"A couple seconds after the Almighty Tallest got here." Zim replied, "Your breathing wasn't relaxed, and you tensed up every time you heard something you didn't like. Your eyes flickered too much." Zim explained.
"Mmm...." Gaz said as she glanced around slowly. Zim watched her eyes, narrowed.
"I wouldn't even bother trying to escape." Zim said warningly. Gaz glared at him and they both sat quietly, thinking.
"Why did you tell me...what you did?" Zim asked suddenly breaking the silence. Gaz glared at him for a couple seconds before opening her mouth to speak. When she did, her voice held a steely, hateful tone to it.
"I don't know, but if you ever tell anyone, I will take your overused, pathetic tongue and wrap it around your scrawny, little neck and choke you with it until your face is blue and your eyes pop out." Zim stared at her, eyes wide. He swallowed nervously as he shuddered, shaking off the verbal attack.
"Why'd you listen anyway?" Gaz asked, picking at her fingernails, feigning disinterest.
"Well, because...I...you..." Zim stuttered, blushing. He regained his composure and straitened up, "What? An evil invader can't sympathize with humans?" he smirked.
"No." Gaz snapped, "Why did you listen?"
"Because, you were, err, you were crying..." Zim said, clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably.
"And if you ever tell anyone that I cried, I'll break every one of your fingers and toes, one...by...one." Gaz interrupted, drawing out the last phrase for affect. Zim looked nervously at his fingers.
"As if a stink-beast like you could do anything to me, Superior Invader Zim!!!!!!!" He hadn't changed at all, Gaz sighed as Zim started laughing maniacally. She remembered a time when he had taken her "hostage" in an attempt to get photographs of him from Dib. He had made the mistake of taking her GS2 away from her, apparently annoyed by it's beeping. In the end, Zim had taken quite a beating and Dib had the pictures taken away by Gir in his attempt to "rescue" her.
"What happened to Gir?" Gaz asked, suddenly remembering she hadn't seen the robot since the invasion began.
"Well..." Zim paused hesitantly, "He...one of the younger Irkens...during an attack on humans, he blew Gir up." Zim said staring at the floor intently, looking somewhat forlorn.
"Oh, I...he was kinda cool." Gaz said, disconcerted. He was in his own, naïve, troublesome ways. Gir was the only "person" who'd been able to make her smile at something that didn't involve someone else getting hurt or embarrassed. During their brief encounters they'd established a type of bond. She felt a familiar tiny sadness enter her heart, and she swallowed hard to shove it down. Sometimes it felt like her heart was chipping away piece by piece. It hurt a lot.
"Yes, well I have a few of my top scientists working on rebuilding him, but I don't think it'll ever be the same." Zim said recovering from his silent lapse.
"No...it wont. Gir was unique." Gaz said, mentally slapping herself for saying too much. She'd already told Zim about her mother, did she have to tell him everything else too!?
"I suppose, but what's done is done." Zim sighed.
"What happened to the guy who blew him up?" Gaz asked.
"I had him executed." Zim replied bluntly and coldly.
"I see." They both sat quietly for a few minutes.
"What's that other Irken's problem?" Gaz asked, sneering, remembering what he had said earlier.
"What? Oh, Purple? He, how do you humans put it? He's easily turned on." Zim replied, Gaz barked out a laugh.
"He says anything again and he'll be eating his ugly teeth for breakfast." Gaz growled.
"Is that so?" Gaz and Zim jerked their heads toward the door. Purple and Red were standing there.
"Yes it is." Gaz hissed, angrily. Purple raised his non-existent eyebrows, and grinned.
"I like'm that way." He stated, "Nice and feisty." Gaz made a face, showing her disgust and contempt. Purple and Red walked in, Red giving Purple annoyed glances as if he was used to the he was acting.
"Hey Zim, you do realize that Gir was an idiotic piece of scrap metal?" Red asked as they got closer.
"To you maybe." Zim replied shortly.
"Just clarifying." Red said.
"Yeah, whatever." Zim muttered, "Exactly how long were you listening to us?" he asked, failing to keep a growl out of his voice.
"When you said something about her crying and she then she threatened you." Purple replied, Gaz glared at him.
"I didn't cry."
"Riiight." Purple said sarcastically. He was about to say more but Red elbowed him and they began conversing quietly. Finally they stopped and looked up at Zim.
"We need a private room." Purple said.
"Completely empty." Red added.
"Sound proof." Purple said. Zim quirked an eyebrow and stared at them for awhile, a million thoughts running through his head, but one stood out in particular. They were up to something.
Alright, I was getting tired and my fingers were beginning to cramp so I figured this was a good place to stop. I promise not make the wait for the next chapter so long. R&R please??????? Oh, and sorry for any typo's. Hehe, but I am tired.