Look Whose Dooming! (story #2 in this little series thingy)
By NUTZY MEGAN and MEEPER
(A/N: WHEEE!!! Ok, this be the first chapter of the second story, if you haven't read "Don't Let GIR Buy You A Soda" or the character description, go do that right now, then come back, if you've already read those, take a seat and enjoy the show)
WE DON'T OWN ZIM!! JHONEN VASQUEZ IS NOT TIED UP IN MY CLOSET!! STOP FILLING YOU HEAD WITH FILTY LIES!!
The massive was buzzing with activity, voot cruisers dispatching in all directions, on their way to various planets. Ever since the new tallest took over, there seemed to be double the amount of planets falling under the irken rule.
Standing was on the main docking bay was Zak, surveying the scene with two-toned eyes (one silver, the other red). Another irken crept forward and looked up at Zak with something like fearful reverence.
"A-Almighty Tallest?" Zak glanced down at the messenger from his lofty height of 7 feet, and had to hold in his laughter at the irken's shaking knees. Instead, he gave him a look of measured patience. After all, his mother didn't raise a political fool.
"Please," Zak said, deep voice rolling out over the docking bay, "I have a name you know." The tiny irken almost fainted. To be on first name basis with the tallest? The legendary Zak? Who saved the planet from an invasion of soapeaterians? Who introduced orange soda?! Zak raised an nonexistent eyebrow at the irken's silence.
"What is your name, messenger?" He said, causing the irken to nearly faint on the spot.
"Q-Quack…" He shivered. Zak grinned and commenced to have conversation. Little did either of them know that two former tallest were plotting…
"40,000 monies, no more, no less." Said a voice to the two tall figures in the dark moonlit alley.
"40,000!? We wouldn't be…"
"We can manage." Red hissed coldly, interrupting Purple, eyeing him evilly.
"Deal." Said the voice. Red handed the time teleported to the shorter shadowy figure, and in a flash of bright light and the sound of the air being let out of a balloon, the shadow disappeared.
"So, now what?" Purple muttered to the equally tall irken beside him.
"We wait…" Red replied, staring at the spot where the figure had been a few moments before. "We wait and see…"
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3 months later, Zim was still lying on the tiled base floor, Gir was poking his right temple with a stick of frozen strawberry jell-o.
"Master?" He said, his pink jello-ey stick poking the downed and shocked irken. Zim just lied there, staring at the various tubes and pipes that lined the ceiling, muttering to himself things like:
"How…could…I?" And "It was only a one-nighter…" Gir got bored of poking Zim for three months straight, so he went and watched the Scary Monkey Show's 15 hour marathon. Zim still lied there on the floor remembering that night vividly, the night (and day) that he met Wak and helped conceive her smeet. That hot, steamy night in his…wait a second, are the kiddies reading this!? *puts up a censored sign*… okay, better…anyways…
The next three months were pretty uneventful. The usual had happened, Dib trying his hardest to break into Zim's base and ending up getting dragged away by a lawn gnome, nothing that interesting.
Days passed, when suddenly, there was an urgent message from Mez and Tez.
"Zim!" yelled Tez.
" Wak's in labor!" the impatient purple eyed female interrupted.
"yeah," Tez said, annoyed, "what she said…"
Mez grinned, "Now YOU get to watch the wonders of Smeeting!"
The screen quickly moved, showing Wak in a hospital bed, looking, obviously, like she was in a hideous amount of pain. She looked up to see Zim's face on the intercom. The pain of labor seemed to wash from her face, and was replaced by brought-by-the-moment hatred for the male that did this to her. "ZIM!" she screeched, "When I'm done having your smeet, I'm gonna get it my voot runner, come to Earth, and personally castrate you!!"
Despite the fact he loved her, he was still scared of her. She usually did what she would say. He simply uttered a squeak, a combo of fear, anticipation, and, well, more fear.
Wak was unphased by his squeak, " You pathetic excuse for an Irken!"
Zim tried his hardest to not do the normal reaction of throwing an insult right back, but failed. " Oh yeah? Well your not that great of an Irken ether!" It was a small insult, but that easily pissed the pregnant female off even more than she already was.
Wak gave him a glare that could melt through the door of a safe. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Zim quickly swallowed his pride, " ummm… I love you…?"
Wak still glared, "That's what I thought"
The Irken doctor looked up from Wak's out spread legs. " three centimeters, you need nine more."
The female moved her glare to the doctor. " I've been pushing, contracting, and crammed in this embarrassing position for two hours, and that's ALL?" Wak laid back on the pillows, "Damn my body…" she scowled at herself.
Zim tried to do what he had seen other Irken males do when their mate was smeeting. " Don't worry, think about how much this will pay off when it's over." he said, attempting to be reassuring.
"I ….. guess … you're …..right.." She said painfully, a huge contraction hitting her body like a pile of bricks.
The doctor looked up once more, " 6 centimeters, you half way there."
"Finally, things are speeding up," she gasped, getting a contraction every ten seconds.
A few minutes later, the doctor spoke again, " 11 centimeters, just one more centimeter and it'll all be down hill from then on."
"How long do you think that'll be?" Tez questioned.
The final contraction seared through Wak's body that very second. Her chest was heaving from the pain. The pain killers were wearing off quickly, that fact becoming more obvious with every second. The doctor came to her side to tell her to start breathing, but he found himself in a strange kind of head lock from the female in the bed " I …. NEED …. PAIN KILLERS…. NOW!!!" she screamed in his face.
"Air…..need…..AIR!" he gasped.
"Pain killers …… need …….PAIN KILLERS!" Wak hissed, making the head lock tighter.
" Ok! Just .. let …GO…" The female let go of the doctor's head and started the breathing.
"I can see the head!" Mez announced happily, causing Tez to turn to the side and gag.
Wak screamed in agony, " YOU CALL THIS DOWN HILL!?!? YOU LIEING SACK OF-" her insult was quickly cut off by a burst of pain, which resulted in a blood curdling scream, going up in pitch every second. Then,……… silence ……
The quiet was suddenly broken by the doctor, "SUCCESS!" he said, triumphantly holding the small Irken child cupped in his hands above his head. "Eep!" the smeet squeaked, falling from the physician's hands and landing with a thud on the tiled floor of the ward.
The doctor looked down and the tiny Irken, "oops…" he said, picking Zim and Wak's child up off the ground. He whipped the birthing fluids off the smeet and handed it to Wak, who was at the brink of passing out, like Tez had.
"Well," Mez quipped excitedly, "is it a girl or a boy?!"
Wak looked at the shape of the smeet's antennae, and smiled a little, "it's a boy."
Zim gaped from the intercom, "L-look at his eyes!" he unknowingly squeaked.
Every one in the room (except Tez) looked and gasped. The smeet had two different colored eyes. The right was silver, like his mother's, and the left was maroon red, like his father's.
Through Mez's shock, she simply uttered and an old Irken proverb, "…. An Irken with two different colored eyes will grow to be someone of great importance ……"
Wak looked at her small son, then to Zim, "Well, what do you wanna name him?"
Zim didn't answer, just gaped. He wasn't sure what emotion he was feeling, was it revulsion? The corners of Zim's mouth twitched, but he stopped himself from smiling. Or was it pride?
"Well?" Wak growled.
"HIS NAME SHALL BE ZAK!" Zim yelled, his voice thick with triumphant pride.
"Sounds …. Good." the silver eyed female said sleepily, the coating on the pain killers doing their job.
The tiny Irken looked up at his mother with a two-toned gaze, not knowing what sort of future lay in store for him. Wak embraced the bundled smeet gently, knowing all that work had finally paid off.
Zim watched from his base as the bond between mother and smeet grew in front of his own two eyes, quickly downing the sudden envy of seeing that bond and not being a part of it. The transmission then ended.
Zim stared at the blank screen, a look of shock and confusion printed across his face. Gir dropped from one of the ceiling tubes, landing head first on the ground. He quickly stood up and shrieked insanely, "Master's a daddy!!"
The male Irken that we all know and love, then did something very scary and out of character. He smiled, no, he grinned, realizing he WAS a father! "I'm a father…" he said in a whisper, he then repeated it, a little louder this time. Over struck by fatherly instincts he had never really had before, he bolted out of his base, completely undisguised, and yelled to the heavens (and the neighbors) "I'M A FATHER!!!"
The creepy guy with no legs, across the street simply mumbled, "uh… huh" as he watched Zim's freakish out burst of joy,
All the while, another male Irken was watching Zim's insane dancing, "So, the smeet was born, perfect…." then the male scurried away.
OH! What now? This be the end of da first chappy of da second story! You'll have to wait till next week for the next chapter. Who's this Irken in the bushes? Will Wak come to Earth and castrate Zim? Will I shut up and type the second chapter?? All these and more answered next time….R+R