A/n: oh my back hurts o_o today in school I ran straight into a door and fell down. It was pretty funny and all, but it hurt like the dickens...............dickens...........now that is a fun word. Everyone comment and use the word ''dickens'' in their review. n_n we can have a dickens party!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own it. ;__; aww
It hadn't taken long for them to travel to the strange little house at the dead end of the street. They opened the door to a pile of dress up clothes made from garbage bags and old newspaers and Gir screaming crazedly at her reflection.
Upon Dib and Zim's arrival, Gir ran behind them and pointed at the mirror and shouted, ''IT WANTS MY HEAD!''
No amount of comforts from either boy could settle the crying robot. Finally Zim picked up Gir and sat down on the couch, setting Gir on his lap. Rubbing his hurting head tenderly, Zim sighed.
''Look, Gir, that is just a mirror. You're seeing your reflection. Your reflection can't hurt you.''
A sniffle. ''It...it can't?''
''No, Gir, it can't.''
There was a pause and Gir held her small metalic arms to her chest, her eyes wobbly. ''But...it told me it wanted my...''
''Gir, reflections can't talk. You're fine. Watch.'' Zim stood and walked over to the mirror, knocked on it and turned to face the robot. ''See? It's okay. Now tell your reflection you're sorry.''
Gir hung her head and trudged to the mirror before looking up into her twin's eyes. ''I'm sorry, mirror....I LOVE YOU!!!''
There was a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering as Gir attacked her new best friend and Zim turned to look at Dib.
Dib, however, gave Zim a blank stare. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Zim comforting the little robot in such an almost...fatherly way. Of course, the only real memories stuck with Dib were of the Zim who was hellbent on taking over the world...but things were different now.
''DIB!'' Zim shouted.
Dib blinked, surprised. ''What?''
''You just don't pay attention, earth slug. I said, 'What's wrong with you?' and you just stood there staring at me!''
Dib stared at him for another second then smiled softly. ''Oh, I'm sorry. It's just...''
''What?''
''Oh...nothing. Hey, I'll help you clean up.''
Zim looked around at the mess Gir had made (one of her finest talents besides blowing spit bubbles) then back at Dib. ''Would you please? I don't think there's enough Advil in the world to get me through this mess alone.''
A faint laugh from the human. ''Okay, well...do you have a broom?''
Zim stared blankly at Dib before leaving the room and returning with a vacuum in his hands.
''Or...ya know, that works, too.''
The two busily began cleaning up the house, every now and then assisted by a curious Gir.
Neither boy would admit it out loud, but this was one of the best days of their lives.
A/n: awww n_n....DICKENS!!! SAY IT NOW!!!!!!!! It's almost 9:30, I gotta get ready for bed. Expect another chapter tomorrow! ISN'T IT SO SWEET?!?!? SUBTLE SEXINESS!!!!! WHOOWITY! I LIKE THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON YAH!!
goodnight! and I LOVE YOU!
Disclaimer: I don't own it. ;__; aww
It hadn't taken long for them to travel to the strange little house at the dead end of the street. They opened the door to a pile of dress up clothes made from garbage bags and old newspaers and Gir screaming crazedly at her reflection.
Upon Dib and Zim's arrival, Gir ran behind them and pointed at the mirror and shouted, ''IT WANTS MY HEAD!''
No amount of comforts from either boy could settle the crying robot. Finally Zim picked up Gir and sat down on the couch, setting Gir on his lap. Rubbing his hurting head tenderly, Zim sighed.
''Look, Gir, that is just a mirror. You're seeing your reflection. Your reflection can't hurt you.''
A sniffle. ''It...it can't?''
''No, Gir, it can't.''
There was a pause and Gir held her small metalic arms to her chest, her eyes wobbly. ''But...it told me it wanted my...''
''Gir, reflections can't talk. You're fine. Watch.'' Zim stood and walked over to the mirror, knocked on it and turned to face the robot. ''See? It's okay. Now tell your reflection you're sorry.''
Gir hung her head and trudged to the mirror before looking up into her twin's eyes. ''I'm sorry, mirror....I LOVE YOU!!!''
There was a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering as Gir attacked her new best friend and Zim turned to look at Dib.
Dib, however, gave Zim a blank stare. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Zim comforting the little robot in such an almost...fatherly way. Of course, the only real memories stuck with Dib were of the Zim who was hellbent on taking over the world...but things were different now.
''DIB!'' Zim shouted.
Dib blinked, surprised. ''What?''
''You just don't pay attention, earth slug. I said, 'What's wrong with you?' and you just stood there staring at me!''
Dib stared at him for another second then smiled softly. ''Oh, I'm sorry. It's just...''
''What?''
''Oh...nothing. Hey, I'll help you clean up.''
Zim looked around at the mess Gir had made (one of her finest talents besides blowing spit bubbles) then back at Dib. ''Would you please? I don't think there's enough Advil in the world to get me through this mess alone.''
A faint laugh from the human. ''Okay, well...do you have a broom?''
Zim stared blankly at Dib before leaving the room and returning with a vacuum in his hands.
''Or...ya know, that works, too.''
The two busily began cleaning up the house, every now and then assisted by a curious Gir.
Neither boy would admit it out loud, but this was one of the best days of their lives.
A/n: awww n_n....DICKENS!!! SAY IT NOW!!!!!!!! It's almost 9:30, I gotta get ready for bed. Expect another chapter tomorrow! ISN'T IT SO SWEET?!?!? SUBTLE SEXINESS!!!!! WHOOWITY! I LIKE THE CAPS LOCK BUTTON YAH!!
goodnight! and I LOVE YOU!
