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~~ Means telepathy ~~
// Means personal thought //
Dib drew in a sharp breath. The person lying in the ground was an exact replica of himself. Down to the scar on his chin. Except for the fact that Dib was standing up and gasping for breath, and the clone was passed out in a clump of ferns, there were no differences.
Kith touched his shoulder. "Dib, don't panic. This is a shape-shifter, a doppelganger. It's not you."
He snorted weakly and brushed her hand away. "Of course it's not! Just a shaky experience, seeing yourself face down in the shrubs.like an omen of some sort of evil intent."
The Dib-clone stirred and moaned.
Dib shook his head and wiped an eye. "Okay, we need to get her to our base, where we can monitor her life signs and help her heal."
Zim cocked an eye contemptuously. "Her?"
Dib shrugged. "Call it human intuition. She feels feminine."
Kith's Voot appeared in the clearing, with a compartment in the back unfolding into a stretcher. "Let's get her onto this," she said hurriedly.
"What's the rush?"
She pointed at the sky. "The Voot's sensors way it's going to rain in about half an hour. Frankly, I don't want to push it any more than we already are."
"I see."
They each grabbed a limb of the clone and managed to drape her on the stretcher. Kith and Dib piled into the front seat, and Zim called his tow- Voot to come to the scene.
When they all arrived at Kith's base, the clouds were just opening up with their devastatingly wet rain. The roof was just closing over the rescue Voot when the first drops hit. The clone was beginning to bleed through the copied Dib-clothes, a strange blue color.
"Come on!" said Dib angrily. "I don't want to lose this chance to investigate this alien!"
Zim and Kith stared at him.
"Oh yeah.." He blushed. "Oops.."
They called on the computer's services to get the clone down to the lab, and Kith and Zim spent fifteen minutes arguing about what to do with her.
"It's just a Dalzorian," Zim grumbled. "I say we just wait to see if it wakes up at all, then kick it out of the base."
Kith slapped him on the arm. "We can't do that!" she frowned at the comatose clone lying on the table across the lab. "Dalzorians are psychics. And they hold grudges until you're dead and gone, and then they take it out on your predecessors. If we turn it out now, then we're as good as forever doomed."
Dib bit his knuckles thoughtfully. "'It' is a female, you know."
"Hm?" The two other Irkans turned to him again. "Once again, how do you know?"
He shrugged. "I just got a very feminine image from her before she passed out."
"That seems like it would make sen-"
The computer interrupted them. "Subject is waking up."
The Dalzorian sat up and groaned, rubbing her eyes. Her form shifted subconsciously to a scaly Dib-looking thing. She looked down at herself, grimaced, and shifted to a small dragon form, about ten feet long. Dib gaped, and Zim jumped behind Kith.
A tiny 'eep' escaped from Dib's mouth. The Dalzorian spun her head around to face the Irkan trio. Her violet eyes grew wide, and her mouth split open to reveal long, needle-sharp teeth.
The Irkans jumped behind the couch, wailing mightily.
"It's gonna kill us! Where's the fire extinguisher!?!" Dib screamed.
Zim glanced over at him, fear and confusion all over his face. "A what?!"
"Dragons breathe fire and..never mind." Dib peeked over the edge of the couch to find the dragon, but to his amazement, there wasn't one. Instead, another Irkan sat on the table, swinging her legs happily. Slowly, carefully, Dib stood up, making sure his movements were slow and unthreatening. The new Irkan cocked her head to one side, and studied Dib. Slowly the shape of her head became a bit more angular, and her antennae lengthened ever so slightly. She said something in another language, something that sounded like a mixture of growls and clicks to Dib's antennae.
He felt around behind the couch and pulled up Kith and Zim by the collars. "Look at her.she shape-shifts to fit in.do you know what she said?"
Zim frowned and pushed a combination of buttons on his pod. He listened to the sequence of noises, and turned to the new Irkan. He opened his mouth and issues forth an incomprehensible stream of the stranger's language. Her face brightened and she spurted out another long paragraph.
Dib frowned again. Kith, seeing the expression on frustration on his face, showed him how to turn on his translator. The random babble turned into an understandable sentence.
"-and then I accidentally fell asleep, and was caught in this planet's gravitational field. It was to late to fire the auxiliary rockets and escape, so I figured I should just land and take off again, but I came into gravity upside down, and lost control..hi." She waved at Dib. "Nice to meet you."
He waved feebly. "Hi."
She grinned. "Did I, uh.hit you.when I crashed? Sorry about that."
"No, you didn't hit me.who are you?"
She smiled and jumped off the table. "Well, it was nice to meet you. I really should get back to my ship now; bye!"
"Come on!" protested Dib. "We're just trying to help! Don't leave yet, your head is bleeding."
She looked up at her head, or tried to. Seeing as how she was kind of attached to it, she managed to fall over backwards instead. She reached up and patted her forehead. Her hand came away moist and bluish. "Huh. Imagine that..you wouldn't happen to have a wet towel, would you?"
At the mention of water, all three Irkans twitched and took a step back. The Dalzorian's eyes widened. "Oh! I get it! You're all Irkans! Wow, I've heard of you. A lot shorter than I thought you were."
Zim snorted.
The stranger grinned and extended her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Gaeldrisan. Gaeldrisan DarkWings. Nice to meet you, probably. Who are you?"
"I am Invader Zim, Irkan Invader Elite." Kith snorted back a laugh.
"Oh. Invader, huh? I don't like Invaders. Too bent on.oh, what's the word? Too bent on invading things. You almost got Dalzor, but I guess you're not that advanced yet. No biggie. So who won the game last week?"
Dib stared openly at Gaeldrisan, and leaned over to Kith. "What is this thing smoking?"
She shrugged in answer. "Dalzorians are normally pretty peaceful and calm. Sometimes though, there are more wild individuals." She gestured over to the Dalzorian, who was in the process of examining Zim's computer board, while he glowered openly at her and clenched his fist.
"Oh, you can call me Gally, by the way. Do you know where I can find titanium on this planet? I need some of that. And maybe you can help me find some fuel for my ship. Do this planet's inhabitants know about starball power yet? Wow, what's that?" she finished, pointing at Gir.
"Hi lady!" he screeched, hugging her leg. "You like mooses, yes? I got a moose. It loooves you!"
Gally's eyes widened. "Aww! It's so sickeningly cute! Please make it let go of my leg.." She pushed at the SIR stuck to her leg and looked at Zim imploringly.
"Gir!" he barked. "Get off. You have no idea where that's been!"
Gir looked sadly at his master and let go of Gally's leg. "But the moose luuuuuvs youuu."
Gally took a step to the left, away from the SIR. "Ahh.thanks.. I think.." She smiled at Zim, and then suddenly grimaced in pain. Her hand flew to her side, where dark blue fluid, obviously blood, was seeping through the duplicate invader's uniform.
Kith frowned. "You're in bad shape. We need to stop that bleeding; you lost a lot on the way over here."
The Dalzorian feigned a casual wave. "No, it's.really nothing, I assure you. I've had.far worse wounds before. I lost a heart once." She swayed where she was standing, and clutched at the table behind her for support. Dib moved so he could catch her if she fell.
"How many hearts do you have, anyway?" he asked curiously.
"One."
"But you said-" he broke off, trying to assimilate her words.
"I'm supposed to have two. The healers had to spend.a week making the healthy heart strong enough to support me. I can't over exert myself though.like I did in that crash." She grimaced again, and the pale green skin of her face got even whiter. "Hm.all of a sudden, I don't.feel so good.." Her eyes fluttered, and Dib moved swiftly to break her fall.
"Hey! Are you okay?" he shouted. She didn't respond. Dib felt for a pulse in her neck; it was there, but it was erratic and faint.
More of the blue blood was seeping onto the floor now, staining the hem of Dib's coat.
"Computer!" Zim demanded. "Get sufficient medical supplies to operate on a severely bleeding Dalzorian female. And, uh.bring a mop."
"Sir."
Strong cables swung down from the ceiling and lifted the sodden heap of Dalzorian onto a medical table. More cables dropped sterile scrubs onto Kith, Zim, and Dib, and bright lights focused on them.
Dib cocked his head. "Is there theme music coming from somewhere? I could swear I heard that tune on General Hospital last week."
Zim shrugged. "I stopped questioning the computer months ago." He pulled the mask over his mouth and leaned over the comatose Gally.
"Scalpel."
Kith handed him the surgical knife, which he used to cut away the tough fabric.
"Sponge."
She dabbed at the bloody surface around the wound with a strip of gauze.
"Really sharp pokey needle thing."
Dib found the desired implement, and stared in fascination as Zim deftly and almost calmly stitched up the rather horrifying wound in Gally's side. For half a second, he saw himself in Zim's place, wielding a scalpel over the unconscious Irkan. Then he looked down at his own arm, flecked a little bit with the blue blood, but otherwise just as green as Zim or Kith. He shook his head and went back to watching the operation.
About twenty five minutes later, they had finished stitching up the numerous gashes all over Gally and were relaxing upstairs.
"I just don't see how she could have gotten so many cuts and scrapes when she crashed!" complained Kith. "There were just too many deep wounds for a crash like that.and a lot of them were lined up, like claw marks. That can't be a coincidence."
Dib shrugged and sipped a Joosh Box. "So? She's resting now, and what matters is that we have another ally in this mess. I guess we could learn lots about her species, if she wants to talk.."
"I'll talk."
Dib choked on his Joosh and turned around, wiping the blue liquid on his sleeve. Gaeldrisan stood in the doorway, covered in bandages and looking tired but content.
"What do you want to know?" She settled down onto the couch between Kith and Zim, wincing a bit at the cuts. "As long as you don't ask about our military, you can have whatever information you want." She flashed a big grin.
Dib swallowed nervously. "Can I get, um.a notepad?"
She nodded and took a sip from Zim's Joosh. He scowled and snatched it back.
Dib ran into the kitchen and rummaged through the utility drawer. "C'mon, where is that stupid no-oh. Here it is." He grabbed a pen and ran back to the sitting room.
Gally was illustrating with her hands something about how the pectoral wings on her ship worked, while Kith and Zim followed her every word. She looked up when Dib came in. "So! What's first?"
He grinned and raised his pen to the paper. "First of all.."
He paused in mid thought. Here's my big chance, he thought, and I don't know what to say. "Ah! First off, what do you look like in your...uh.native form?"
She shrugged. "I have wings, and scales, and four legs. The forelegs can be used for walking, holding, eating, fighting..be more specific."
"Why don't you just show him then," muttered Zim. "You can see his foolish human mind cannot compute what you are saying."
Gally looked at Zim, and then to Dib. He nodded vigorously. "Please show me!"
She shrugged again and stood up. While three pairs of eyes followed her, she opened the front door and stepped outside. When none of them made a move to follow her, she popped her head back inside and said, "Are you coming?"
"Wait!" yelled Dib. "You can't do that outsi.." he faltered mid-sentence as his eyes fell upon what stood before him.
A magnificent creature posed in front of him, something resembling the dragons of olden times, but sleeker, thinner cut. Moonlight glanced off of polished scales, each one reflecting back the pale brilliance of the stars. Her head, which was easily six feet above Dib's head, was slim and intelligent. Multi-colored, faceted eyes blinked at him calmly. One of them was the color of Irish grass, brilliant and vivid green. The other was a deep violet the color of a cloudy night.
~~Does this answer your questions, child?~~
Dib stepped back. "You're..you're using telepathy. How?"
She tossed her head and laughed. Behind him, Dib heard Zim chuckle, but couldn't look away from the paranormal jackpot in front of him.
~~How else would I talk? These make it quite hopeless.~~ She bared her fangs at him.
He gulped and took a deep breath. "Yes, I can see how that would be a bit of a problem.. Can I see your wings?"
Her eyes smiled at him, and the great wings slowly unfurled. Moon and starlight caught in the expanse of leathery flesh, lighting the membrane ethereally and making them glow. Dib's breath caught in his throat, and he blinked hard, trying to disguise the look of longing at the sight of those wings.
//If I could have those wings.if I could fly..//
She cocked her head to one side, a gesture that he recognized to be common for her, and tensed her legs.
~~Stand back, Dib.~~
She swept her wings forward, and leapt into the air. Dib was knocked back by the gust of wind her takeoff created. Frantically he searched the sky.
Something snatched the back of his tunic. For one brief second, a primal terror filled him, and he thrashed in the air. The next, the ground was rushing at him, jumping back just as quickly. He craned his neck to look back.
A gnarled black talon clutched the back of his shirt. Swinging next to him, in much the same fashion, was Zim. He looked rather grumpy from the whole thing.
Kith leaned over Gally's neck, beaming. "Isn't this great?" she yelled. "I just love flying!" slowly she stood up between Gally's wing muscles, clinging to the broad neck for support. Then, as the mighty wings swept down, she jumped off the back and flipped down behind them.
"KITH!!" shouted Dib. "Kith!"
Zim was looking around in terror, horrified, expecting to see his comrade splat on the ground. Instead, another dragon smaller than Gally, rose to meet them.
~~Calm down, Zim. I'll explain later.~~
He glared and crossed his arms.
All of a sudden a shot rang through the air. Gally roared in pain and surprise, and let go of both Zim and Dib.
They screamed as they plummeted to the ground, which was rapidly jumping up to meet them.
Okay, that's a really crappy place to leave off, but so what? It's late. I'm tired. I need my sleep, cuz tomorrow is Christmas eve. Besides, it's my fic, and I don't really care who says what. Although, if you have the audacity to flame this fic, bear this friendly threat in mind-I will hurt you. ^^ Okay, that's all for right now. I've got lots of ideas for this fic, so I'll try to hurry up and post more. Yeah, and thanks again to Peorth, who was the winner of my little contest. E-mail me with the answer to this question-Would you rather throw punch or potato salad at Red or Purple? And can they throw you out of an airlock? ^^ K, let me know. Those questions apply only to Peorth-san, by the way.
Something for everyone else to answer though-I'm not sure who I should pair with who. Or if I should at all. Maybe I should bring Kami into the fic? Help me answer these questions, and I'll put in some extra work on my other fics too. ^^ Gods know I haven't done that for a while..
Last thing. The whole scene with the wings? I know that was sappy, but having wings is the one thing I would change about myself if I could. Huge black feathered wings..so that's why it's so mushy. I would kill someone to fly. Or maybe not. I just want wings really really bad. If any of you becomes a geneticist, remember that "Gaeldrisan wanted wings." Okay, bye now.
~~ Means telepathy ~~
// Means personal thought //
Dib drew in a sharp breath. The person lying in the ground was an exact replica of himself. Down to the scar on his chin. Except for the fact that Dib was standing up and gasping for breath, and the clone was passed out in a clump of ferns, there were no differences.
Kith touched his shoulder. "Dib, don't panic. This is a shape-shifter, a doppelganger. It's not you."
He snorted weakly and brushed her hand away. "Of course it's not! Just a shaky experience, seeing yourself face down in the shrubs.like an omen of some sort of evil intent."
The Dib-clone stirred and moaned.
Dib shook his head and wiped an eye. "Okay, we need to get her to our base, where we can monitor her life signs and help her heal."
Zim cocked an eye contemptuously. "Her?"
Dib shrugged. "Call it human intuition. She feels feminine."
Kith's Voot appeared in the clearing, with a compartment in the back unfolding into a stretcher. "Let's get her onto this," she said hurriedly.
"What's the rush?"
She pointed at the sky. "The Voot's sensors way it's going to rain in about half an hour. Frankly, I don't want to push it any more than we already are."
"I see."
They each grabbed a limb of the clone and managed to drape her on the stretcher. Kith and Dib piled into the front seat, and Zim called his tow- Voot to come to the scene.
When they all arrived at Kith's base, the clouds were just opening up with their devastatingly wet rain. The roof was just closing over the rescue Voot when the first drops hit. The clone was beginning to bleed through the copied Dib-clothes, a strange blue color.
"Come on!" said Dib angrily. "I don't want to lose this chance to investigate this alien!"
Zim and Kith stared at him.
"Oh yeah.." He blushed. "Oops.."
They called on the computer's services to get the clone down to the lab, and Kith and Zim spent fifteen minutes arguing about what to do with her.
"It's just a Dalzorian," Zim grumbled. "I say we just wait to see if it wakes up at all, then kick it out of the base."
Kith slapped him on the arm. "We can't do that!" she frowned at the comatose clone lying on the table across the lab. "Dalzorians are psychics. And they hold grudges until you're dead and gone, and then they take it out on your predecessors. If we turn it out now, then we're as good as forever doomed."
Dib bit his knuckles thoughtfully. "'It' is a female, you know."
"Hm?" The two other Irkans turned to him again. "Once again, how do you know?"
He shrugged. "I just got a very feminine image from her before she passed out."
"That seems like it would make sen-"
The computer interrupted them. "Subject is waking up."
The Dalzorian sat up and groaned, rubbing her eyes. Her form shifted subconsciously to a scaly Dib-looking thing. She looked down at herself, grimaced, and shifted to a small dragon form, about ten feet long. Dib gaped, and Zim jumped behind Kith.
A tiny 'eep' escaped from Dib's mouth. The Dalzorian spun her head around to face the Irkan trio. Her violet eyes grew wide, and her mouth split open to reveal long, needle-sharp teeth.
The Irkans jumped behind the couch, wailing mightily.
"It's gonna kill us! Where's the fire extinguisher!?!" Dib screamed.
Zim glanced over at him, fear and confusion all over his face. "A what?!"
"Dragons breathe fire and..never mind." Dib peeked over the edge of the couch to find the dragon, but to his amazement, there wasn't one. Instead, another Irkan sat on the table, swinging her legs happily. Slowly, carefully, Dib stood up, making sure his movements were slow and unthreatening. The new Irkan cocked her head to one side, and studied Dib. Slowly the shape of her head became a bit more angular, and her antennae lengthened ever so slightly. She said something in another language, something that sounded like a mixture of growls and clicks to Dib's antennae.
He felt around behind the couch and pulled up Kith and Zim by the collars. "Look at her.she shape-shifts to fit in.do you know what she said?"
Zim frowned and pushed a combination of buttons on his pod. He listened to the sequence of noises, and turned to the new Irkan. He opened his mouth and issues forth an incomprehensible stream of the stranger's language. Her face brightened and she spurted out another long paragraph.
Dib frowned again. Kith, seeing the expression on frustration on his face, showed him how to turn on his translator. The random babble turned into an understandable sentence.
"-and then I accidentally fell asleep, and was caught in this planet's gravitational field. It was to late to fire the auxiliary rockets and escape, so I figured I should just land and take off again, but I came into gravity upside down, and lost control..hi." She waved at Dib. "Nice to meet you."
He waved feebly. "Hi."
She grinned. "Did I, uh.hit you.when I crashed? Sorry about that."
"No, you didn't hit me.who are you?"
She smiled and jumped off the table. "Well, it was nice to meet you. I really should get back to my ship now; bye!"
"Come on!" protested Dib. "We're just trying to help! Don't leave yet, your head is bleeding."
She looked up at her head, or tried to. Seeing as how she was kind of attached to it, she managed to fall over backwards instead. She reached up and patted her forehead. Her hand came away moist and bluish. "Huh. Imagine that..you wouldn't happen to have a wet towel, would you?"
At the mention of water, all three Irkans twitched and took a step back. The Dalzorian's eyes widened. "Oh! I get it! You're all Irkans! Wow, I've heard of you. A lot shorter than I thought you were."
Zim snorted.
The stranger grinned and extended her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Gaeldrisan. Gaeldrisan DarkWings. Nice to meet you, probably. Who are you?"
"I am Invader Zim, Irkan Invader Elite." Kith snorted back a laugh.
"Oh. Invader, huh? I don't like Invaders. Too bent on.oh, what's the word? Too bent on invading things. You almost got Dalzor, but I guess you're not that advanced yet. No biggie. So who won the game last week?"
Dib stared openly at Gaeldrisan, and leaned over to Kith. "What is this thing smoking?"
She shrugged in answer. "Dalzorians are normally pretty peaceful and calm. Sometimes though, there are more wild individuals." She gestured over to the Dalzorian, who was in the process of examining Zim's computer board, while he glowered openly at her and clenched his fist.
"Oh, you can call me Gally, by the way. Do you know where I can find titanium on this planet? I need some of that. And maybe you can help me find some fuel for my ship. Do this planet's inhabitants know about starball power yet? Wow, what's that?" she finished, pointing at Gir.
"Hi lady!" he screeched, hugging her leg. "You like mooses, yes? I got a moose. It loooves you!"
Gally's eyes widened. "Aww! It's so sickeningly cute! Please make it let go of my leg.." She pushed at the SIR stuck to her leg and looked at Zim imploringly.
"Gir!" he barked. "Get off. You have no idea where that's been!"
Gir looked sadly at his master and let go of Gally's leg. "But the moose luuuuuvs youuu."
Gally took a step to the left, away from the SIR. "Ahh.thanks.. I think.." She smiled at Zim, and then suddenly grimaced in pain. Her hand flew to her side, where dark blue fluid, obviously blood, was seeping through the duplicate invader's uniform.
Kith frowned. "You're in bad shape. We need to stop that bleeding; you lost a lot on the way over here."
The Dalzorian feigned a casual wave. "No, it's.really nothing, I assure you. I've had.far worse wounds before. I lost a heart once." She swayed where she was standing, and clutched at the table behind her for support. Dib moved so he could catch her if she fell.
"How many hearts do you have, anyway?" he asked curiously.
"One."
"But you said-" he broke off, trying to assimilate her words.
"I'm supposed to have two. The healers had to spend.a week making the healthy heart strong enough to support me. I can't over exert myself though.like I did in that crash." She grimaced again, and the pale green skin of her face got even whiter. "Hm.all of a sudden, I don't.feel so good.." Her eyes fluttered, and Dib moved swiftly to break her fall.
"Hey! Are you okay?" he shouted. She didn't respond. Dib felt for a pulse in her neck; it was there, but it was erratic and faint.
More of the blue blood was seeping onto the floor now, staining the hem of Dib's coat.
"Computer!" Zim demanded. "Get sufficient medical supplies to operate on a severely bleeding Dalzorian female. And, uh.bring a mop."
"Sir."
Strong cables swung down from the ceiling and lifted the sodden heap of Dalzorian onto a medical table. More cables dropped sterile scrubs onto Kith, Zim, and Dib, and bright lights focused on them.
Dib cocked his head. "Is there theme music coming from somewhere? I could swear I heard that tune on General Hospital last week."
Zim shrugged. "I stopped questioning the computer months ago." He pulled the mask over his mouth and leaned over the comatose Gally.
"Scalpel."
Kith handed him the surgical knife, which he used to cut away the tough fabric.
"Sponge."
She dabbed at the bloody surface around the wound with a strip of gauze.
"Really sharp pokey needle thing."
Dib found the desired implement, and stared in fascination as Zim deftly and almost calmly stitched up the rather horrifying wound in Gally's side. For half a second, he saw himself in Zim's place, wielding a scalpel over the unconscious Irkan. Then he looked down at his own arm, flecked a little bit with the blue blood, but otherwise just as green as Zim or Kith. He shook his head and went back to watching the operation.
About twenty five minutes later, they had finished stitching up the numerous gashes all over Gally and were relaxing upstairs.
"I just don't see how she could have gotten so many cuts and scrapes when she crashed!" complained Kith. "There were just too many deep wounds for a crash like that.and a lot of them were lined up, like claw marks. That can't be a coincidence."
Dib shrugged and sipped a Joosh Box. "So? She's resting now, and what matters is that we have another ally in this mess. I guess we could learn lots about her species, if she wants to talk.."
"I'll talk."
Dib choked on his Joosh and turned around, wiping the blue liquid on his sleeve. Gaeldrisan stood in the doorway, covered in bandages and looking tired but content.
"What do you want to know?" She settled down onto the couch between Kith and Zim, wincing a bit at the cuts. "As long as you don't ask about our military, you can have whatever information you want." She flashed a big grin.
Dib swallowed nervously. "Can I get, um.a notepad?"
She nodded and took a sip from Zim's Joosh. He scowled and snatched it back.
Dib ran into the kitchen and rummaged through the utility drawer. "C'mon, where is that stupid no-oh. Here it is." He grabbed a pen and ran back to the sitting room.
Gally was illustrating with her hands something about how the pectoral wings on her ship worked, while Kith and Zim followed her every word. She looked up when Dib came in. "So! What's first?"
He grinned and raised his pen to the paper. "First of all.."
He paused in mid thought. Here's my big chance, he thought, and I don't know what to say. "Ah! First off, what do you look like in your...uh.native form?"
She shrugged. "I have wings, and scales, and four legs. The forelegs can be used for walking, holding, eating, fighting..be more specific."
"Why don't you just show him then," muttered Zim. "You can see his foolish human mind cannot compute what you are saying."
Gally looked at Zim, and then to Dib. He nodded vigorously. "Please show me!"
She shrugged again and stood up. While three pairs of eyes followed her, she opened the front door and stepped outside. When none of them made a move to follow her, she popped her head back inside and said, "Are you coming?"
"Wait!" yelled Dib. "You can't do that outsi.." he faltered mid-sentence as his eyes fell upon what stood before him.
A magnificent creature posed in front of him, something resembling the dragons of olden times, but sleeker, thinner cut. Moonlight glanced off of polished scales, each one reflecting back the pale brilliance of the stars. Her head, which was easily six feet above Dib's head, was slim and intelligent. Multi-colored, faceted eyes blinked at him calmly. One of them was the color of Irish grass, brilliant and vivid green. The other was a deep violet the color of a cloudy night.
~~Does this answer your questions, child?~~
Dib stepped back. "You're..you're using telepathy. How?"
She tossed her head and laughed. Behind him, Dib heard Zim chuckle, but couldn't look away from the paranormal jackpot in front of him.
~~How else would I talk? These make it quite hopeless.~~ She bared her fangs at him.
He gulped and took a deep breath. "Yes, I can see how that would be a bit of a problem.. Can I see your wings?"
Her eyes smiled at him, and the great wings slowly unfurled. Moon and starlight caught in the expanse of leathery flesh, lighting the membrane ethereally and making them glow. Dib's breath caught in his throat, and he blinked hard, trying to disguise the look of longing at the sight of those wings.
//If I could have those wings.if I could fly..//
She cocked her head to one side, a gesture that he recognized to be common for her, and tensed her legs.
~~Stand back, Dib.~~
She swept her wings forward, and leapt into the air. Dib was knocked back by the gust of wind her takeoff created. Frantically he searched the sky.
Something snatched the back of his tunic. For one brief second, a primal terror filled him, and he thrashed in the air. The next, the ground was rushing at him, jumping back just as quickly. He craned his neck to look back.
A gnarled black talon clutched the back of his shirt. Swinging next to him, in much the same fashion, was Zim. He looked rather grumpy from the whole thing.
Kith leaned over Gally's neck, beaming. "Isn't this great?" she yelled. "I just love flying!" slowly she stood up between Gally's wing muscles, clinging to the broad neck for support. Then, as the mighty wings swept down, she jumped off the back and flipped down behind them.
"KITH!!" shouted Dib. "Kith!"
Zim was looking around in terror, horrified, expecting to see his comrade splat on the ground. Instead, another dragon smaller than Gally, rose to meet them.
~~Calm down, Zim. I'll explain later.~~
He glared and crossed his arms.
All of a sudden a shot rang through the air. Gally roared in pain and surprise, and let go of both Zim and Dib.
They screamed as they plummeted to the ground, which was rapidly jumping up to meet them.
Okay, that's a really crappy place to leave off, but so what? It's late. I'm tired. I need my sleep, cuz tomorrow is Christmas eve. Besides, it's my fic, and I don't really care who says what. Although, if you have the audacity to flame this fic, bear this friendly threat in mind-I will hurt you. ^^ Okay, that's all for right now. I've got lots of ideas for this fic, so I'll try to hurry up and post more. Yeah, and thanks again to Peorth, who was the winner of my little contest. E-mail me with the answer to this question-Would you rather throw punch or potato salad at Red or Purple? And can they throw you out of an airlock? ^^ K, let me know. Those questions apply only to Peorth-san, by the way.
Something for everyone else to answer though-I'm not sure who I should pair with who. Or if I should at all. Maybe I should bring Kami into the fic? Help me answer these questions, and I'll put in some extra work on my other fics too. ^^ Gods know I haven't done that for a while..
Last thing. The whole scene with the wings? I know that was sappy, but having wings is the one thing I would change about myself if I could. Huge black feathered wings..so that's why it's so mushy. I would kill someone to fly. Or maybe not. I just want wings really really bad. If any of you becomes a geneticist, remember that "Gaeldrisan wanted wings." Okay, bye now.