A/n: Not much to say. I was watching my Zim tape today and I felt all sad
and teary-eyed *sob*…uhm, but anyway, I think from now on this will be in
narrator-POV since it gets confusing having to switch from character to
character. When I finish this story, I'll go back and format and re-fix
things and have a final edition for anyone who cares, but right now…Yay for
sloppy not-thought-out stories!
Disclaimer: JV ownz j00
Zim and Dib had talked a little longer, but nothing significant, just catching up and sharing stories.
When the moon had replaced the sun in the sky, they finally decided to get up and head back to their homes.
They walked along the sandy pathway, not saying much but enjoying having some real company for once. The stars overhead shone brightly down on the two figures, cradling them in a soft glow.
'I almost feel safe,' Dib thought to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 'Safe with a former enemy.'
Zim's head seemed empty, but there was the ever-present smile on his face. It had claimed its spot when Zim finally realized that he was still breathing—even when life refused to breathe for him.
They walked along without having to remember when to turn or stop, it was mechanical for both of them, an instant impulse.
Before long, they were strolling across Zim's yard.
The weird puffer fish on a stick and small yard gnomes didn't scare Dib anymore; they were just lifeless yard decorations.
Lifeless.
'A few days ago, this house was lifeless.' Dib recalled to himself. 'I was lifeless.'
When they reached the doorstop, Zim turned to Dib. ''So, thanks for talking to me…''
Dib blinked and looked up, coming out of his thoughts. ''What?''
Zim blinked as well. ''I said, thanks for talking to me.''
Dib shrugged and smiled.
Shock confronted him when he realized his face felt hot.
He was blushing?!
He touched his cheek softly, and looked Zim straight into his contact covered eyes.
''Your welcome.''
Zim gazed back at Dib, and slapped his arm playfully.
''Yeah, but, Zim needs no human conversation!''
Dib rolled his eyes, even though the old sensation waking in him felt rather warm and…tingly.
He raised an eyebrow, but smiled anyway.
''Goodnight, Zim.''
''Night, Dib-human.''
Dib turned to leave but stopped halfway down the pathway to the sidewalk.
''Zim!'' He called over his shoulder.
Zim stopped halfway through the door and waited in silence without responding.
Dib sighed, ''Thanks for bringing me back to life.'' And then took off towards his house hastily.
Zim stood in the doorway, hands on the side, trying to make sure he heard right.
It ringed true in his ears, but he wasn't sure if his mind was failing.
Finally, after Dib had disappeared around the corner, Zim found his voice.
''Your welcome.''
Zim shut the door behind him and kicked off his black boots next to the door.
Gir was no where in sight but he could hear her screeching somewhere in the basement levels.
''But who cares what she breaks!'' Zim sighed happily out loud, plopping softly onto the couch. ''It can be fixed.''
He lay on his side, using his arms as a pillow, staring at the static filled TV screen.
Gir's scary monkey tape had probably run out, Zim figured.
The soft hum from the TV and dancing colors on the screen made his eyes heavy in the dark room and they lulled halfway closed until they closed softly.
Zim's chest rose and fell softly and rhythmically, and Gir crept into the room, wearing a sombrero and Girl Scout sash.
''Awww…master looks so cute!'' Gir squealed softly, then put her metal finger to her lips and shushed herself.
She grabbed her piggy blanket off the floor and wiped some of the nacho crumbs off before placing it on top of her master.
She stood back and observed him, and for once, saw he was peaceful.
Her smiled grew wide and she climbed onto the couch next to him, pulling some of the blanket on herself.
''Goodnight, Master.'' Gir whispered, her sombrero falling to the floor as she nuzzled her head to get comfortable.
Zim's hand twitched softly, showing he was still somewhat coherent.
''Night, Gir.''
A/N: for everyone out there; that wasn't Zim/Gir action, that was just showing how much I think that…o.o I don't know, how they're friends. Yes, friends. Zim may not act like it, but they are. *Nod* After this, I post next chapter! I got story development going, and it's taking a while, I know…but all my fics are so dreadfully long. If I put you to sleep, I'm so sorry. ;.; please take a cookie as a sign of forgiveness. Keep the reviews coming, they are so awesome XD and so are all you! This chapter, in fact, is for anyone who likes this story ^o^! Because I thought the walk home was cute. N___n kay! Bye bye!
Disclaimer: JV ownz j00
Zim and Dib had talked a little longer, but nothing significant, just catching up and sharing stories.
When the moon had replaced the sun in the sky, they finally decided to get up and head back to their homes.
They walked along the sandy pathway, not saying much but enjoying having some real company for once. The stars overhead shone brightly down on the two figures, cradling them in a soft glow.
'I almost feel safe,' Dib thought to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 'Safe with a former enemy.'
Zim's head seemed empty, but there was the ever-present smile on his face. It had claimed its spot when Zim finally realized that he was still breathing—even when life refused to breathe for him.
They walked along without having to remember when to turn or stop, it was mechanical for both of them, an instant impulse.
Before long, they were strolling across Zim's yard.
The weird puffer fish on a stick and small yard gnomes didn't scare Dib anymore; they were just lifeless yard decorations.
Lifeless.
'A few days ago, this house was lifeless.' Dib recalled to himself. 'I was lifeless.'
When they reached the doorstop, Zim turned to Dib. ''So, thanks for talking to me…''
Dib blinked and looked up, coming out of his thoughts. ''What?''
Zim blinked as well. ''I said, thanks for talking to me.''
Dib shrugged and smiled.
Shock confronted him when he realized his face felt hot.
He was blushing?!
He touched his cheek softly, and looked Zim straight into his contact covered eyes.
''Your welcome.''
Zim gazed back at Dib, and slapped his arm playfully.
''Yeah, but, Zim needs no human conversation!''
Dib rolled his eyes, even though the old sensation waking in him felt rather warm and…tingly.
He raised an eyebrow, but smiled anyway.
''Goodnight, Zim.''
''Night, Dib-human.''
Dib turned to leave but stopped halfway down the pathway to the sidewalk.
''Zim!'' He called over his shoulder.
Zim stopped halfway through the door and waited in silence without responding.
Dib sighed, ''Thanks for bringing me back to life.'' And then took off towards his house hastily.
Zim stood in the doorway, hands on the side, trying to make sure he heard right.
It ringed true in his ears, but he wasn't sure if his mind was failing.
Finally, after Dib had disappeared around the corner, Zim found his voice.
''Your welcome.''
Zim shut the door behind him and kicked off his black boots next to the door.
Gir was no where in sight but he could hear her screeching somewhere in the basement levels.
''But who cares what she breaks!'' Zim sighed happily out loud, plopping softly onto the couch. ''It can be fixed.''
He lay on his side, using his arms as a pillow, staring at the static filled TV screen.
Gir's scary monkey tape had probably run out, Zim figured.
The soft hum from the TV and dancing colors on the screen made his eyes heavy in the dark room and they lulled halfway closed until they closed softly.
Zim's chest rose and fell softly and rhythmically, and Gir crept into the room, wearing a sombrero and Girl Scout sash.
''Awww…master looks so cute!'' Gir squealed softly, then put her metal finger to her lips and shushed herself.
She grabbed her piggy blanket off the floor and wiped some of the nacho crumbs off before placing it on top of her master.
She stood back and observed him, and for once, saw he was peaceful.
Her smiled grew wide and she climbed onto the couch next to him, pulling some of the blanket on herself.
''Goodnight, Master.'' Gir whispered, her sombrero falling to the floor as she nuzzled her head to get comfortable.
Zim's hand twitched softly, showing he was still somewhat coherent.
''Night, Gir.''
A/N: for everyone out there; that wasn't Zim/Gir action, that was just showing how much I think that…o.o I don't know, how they're friends. Yes, friends. Zim may not act like it, but they are. *Nod* After this, I post next chapter! I got story development going, and it's taking a while, I know…but all my fics are so dreadfully long. If I put you to sleep, I'm so sorry. ;.; please take a cookie as a sign of forgiveness. Keep the reviews coming, they are so awesome XD and so are all you! This chapter, in fact, is for anyone who likes this story ^o^! Because I thought the walk home was cute. N___n kay! Bye bye!
