Gally sat up slowly and blinked a film out of her eyes. The room was quite,
but not empty. She soundlessly slipped her feet to the ground and peered
around. The elevator was down, which meant someone was in the lower labs,
and Kith and Dib were hugging in the corner.
She blinked again and dropped behind the couch, adopting her Irkan body to walk on four legs. She wasn't entirely sure if they had meant for her to see that, so she was going to let them imagine she hadn't. Glancing back over her shoulder, she slipped into the elevator and went down.
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Kith raised her head to look at the elevator as it shifted. Maybe Zim was going to another level or something.... She sighed again, and leaned her head against Dib's chest again.
oooooooooooooooo
Gally crawled out of the elevator and onto the wall, clinging securely to the wires that covered the walls. She blinked in the relative dimness of this room; she could tell Zim was in here, but why the darkness? She made her way across the ceiling to right over Zim's head.
He was slouched in his seat, illuminated by the red glow of the computer screen, and if he didn't look so forlorn he would have been very spooky indeed.
She braced her feet (all four of them) against the wires and slid down the wall, coming to a stop just in front of and above him. He raised his gaze listlessly for a moment, then scowled and looked away.
"Leave me alone, Dalzorian stink."
Gally blinked, a wee bit taken aback, and hopped to the ground, regaining a normal Irkan posture. She rested her arms around the back of the chair and stared at Zim.
"What's wrong, Zim? You don't look so good...." She shifted her face slightly, trying to catch his eyes again.
He turned to her and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"There is nothing wrong with ZIM! What is wrong is EVERYTHING ELSE! The stupid TALLEST are what's wrong, and that foul Earth monkey DIB! Zim is perfectly fine! Now leave me alone!" He turned from Gally and folded his arms to sulk.
The Dalzorian took a step back from the chair, a bit shocked and wounded by the outburst. By nature, her kind were very open and honest, and this WAS her first off planer mission, really, so her actual interaction with aliens had been very limited...except for the Kalack and all. She squared her shoulders and walked around to the other side of the chair, and grabbed Zim's elbows. He jerked backwards, not expecting the contact, nor used to it from anyone at all, and tried to pull away, growling evil Zim-babble at the bold alien.
Gally leaned forward until her eyes were right in front of Zim's face, and spoke his name softly. He stopped struggling, and stared back at her, still boiling with a whole bunch of badness inside his gooey little self. She slowly released his arms, and he snatched them back to himself, nearly flinging himself off the chair in his haste to avoid being touched again.
"Don't. Touch. Zim," he growled. Gally only stepped back from the chair and shifted her form back to her normal Dalzorian body. Zim blinked in confusion and leaned backwards as she lowered her rather large head towards him.
"Zim, I can feel your hurt, and it hurts me too. So I'm offering to help, If you'll let me..." She cocked her head to one side questioningly.
"Zim needs no one. Not your help, or anything. Get out of my lair." His rage at the recent events boiled over, and he leapt to his feet and scowled murderously at her confused expression. "Leave! Get out! YOU are what is wrong in my house!" He jabbed his finger towards the elevator, and relished the look on her face as she fled the room.
Zim sighed and sank back into the chair, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly. Looking back, he didn't think she was even conscious when he had stormed out of the room. He slid off of the chair and paced around the room, feeling worse and more bitter every moment. Too much of an influence from Kith, and that Dib-worm...he was getting soft.
"ARGH! Invaders do not care for anyone! ANYONE!" he raged at the computer screen, which very wisely said nothing.
ooooooooooooooooo
Gir giggled loudly as a dragon the size of a sheepdog raced past it and leapt through a window, sending shards everywhere.
"It's raining hurt!" the little robot squealed.
ooooooooooooooooo
Dib and Kith were shocked from their gentle moment by a fierce bellow from Zim below, and the chilling sound of glass breaking above. Dib hastily drew away from Kith, rubbed the back of his head out of embarrassment, and ran for the elevator, followed closely by the smaller Irkan. He nearly hit his head flying out of the chute under the coffee table—it WAS built for Zim's height, not his—and immediately tripped over Gir, and immediately tripped Kith as she came out of the chute. They ended up sprawled on the floor, with Gir's little feet kicking madly as the deranged SIR shrieked in delight.
"We's havin' a mongoose pile!" came the slightly muffled cries from under Dib.
Dib waited for Kith to regain her footing, then used the SIR's head as leverage to help himself up.
"What was that sound just now, Gir?" he asked, rapping on it's head with his knuckles. Gir stared blandly at him for a moment before smiling widely and hopping from foot to foot.
"It was a little blue dog, goin' Whoosh!" He pantomimed a little creature running through the room and out the window.
Dib frowned and turned to Kith, baffled. "A blue dog?"
She frowned as well, and then gasped.
"Dib...was the Dalzorian downstairs when we left?"
They both ran to the window and peeked out.
A spattering of blue blood was on some of the broken window, and in the grass outside, fresh with night's dew, they could quite clearly make out widely spaced clawed prints, little three-toed dragon feet running away from the house, and into the night.
oooooooooooooooooooo
Oh. My. Gods. I've made a soap opera! Does that mean I'll get more readers now? I guess we'll never know....unless you REVIEW! I'll sic horrible, nasty things on you if you don't...
She blinked again and dropped behind the couch, adopting her Irkan body to walk on four legs. She wasn't entirely sure if they had meant for her to see that, so she was going to let them imagine she hadn't. Glancing back over her shoulder, she slipped into the elevator and went down.
ooooooooooooooooo
Kith raised her head to look at the elevator as it shifted. Maybe Zim was going to another level or something.... She sighed again, and leaned her head against Dib's chest again.
oooooooooooooooo
Gally crawled out of the elevator and onto the wall, clinging securely to the wires that covered the walls. She blinked in the relative dimness of this room; she could tell Zim was in here, but why the darkness? She made her way across the ceiling to right over Zim's head.
He was slouched in his seat, illuminated by the red glow of the computer screen, and if he didn't look so forlorn he would have been very spooky indeed.
She braced her feet (all four of them) against the wires and slid down the wall, coming to a stop just in front of and above him. He raised his gaze listlessly for a moment, then scowled and looked away.
"Leave me alone, Dalzorian stink."
Gally blinked, a wee bit taken aback, and hopped to the ground, regaining a normal Irkan posture. She rested her arms around the back of the chair and stared at Zim.
"What's wrong, Zim? You don't look so good...." She shifted her face slightly, trying to catch his eyes again.
He turned to her and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"There is nothing wrong with ZIM! What is wrong is EVERYTHING ELSE! The stupid TALLEST are what's wrong, and that foul Earth monkey DIB! Zim is perfectly fine! Now leave me alone!" He turned from Gally and folded his arms to sulk.
The Dalzorian took a step back from the chair, a bit shocked and wounded by the outburst. By nature, her kind were very open and honest, and this WAS her first off planer mission, really, so her actual interaction with aliens had been very limited...except for the Kalack and all. She squared her shoulders and walked around to the other side of the chair, and grabbed Zim's elbows. He jerked backwards, not expecting the contact, nor used to it from anyone at all, and tried to pull away, growling evil Zim-babble at the bold alien.
Gally leaned forward until her eyes were right in front of Zim's face, and spoke his name softly. He stopped struggling, and stared back at her, still boiling with a whole bunch of badness inside his gooey little self. She slowly released his arms, and he snatched them back to himself, nearly flinging himself off the chair in his haste to avoid being touched again.
"Don't. Touch. Zim," he growled. Gally only stepped back from the chair and shifted her form back to her normal Dalzorian body. Zim blinked in confusion and leaned backwards as she lowered her rather large head towards him.
"Zim, I can feel your hurt, and it hurts me too. So I'm offering to help, If you'll let me..." She cocked her head to one side questioningly.
"Zim needs no one. Not your help, or anything. Get out of my lair." His rage at the recent events boiled over, and he leapt to his feet and scowled murderously at her confused expression. "Leave! Get out! YOU are what is wrong in my house!" He jabbed his finger towards the elevator, and relished the look on her face as she fled the room.
Zim sighed and sank back into the chair, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly. Looking back, he didn't think she was even conscious when he had stormed out of the room. He slid off of the chair and paced around the room, feeling worse and more bitter every moment. Too much of an influence from Kith, and that Dib-worm...he was getting soft.
"ARGH! Invaders do not care for anyone! ANYONE!" he raged at the computer screen, which very wisely said nothing.
ooooooooooooooooo
Gir giggled loudly as a dragon the size of a sheepdog raced past it and leapt through a window, sending shards everywhere.
"It's raining hurt!" the little robot squealed.
ooooooooooooooooo
Dib and Kith were shocked from their gentle moment by a fierce bellow from Zim below, and the chilling sound of glass breaking above. Dib hastily drew away from Kith, rubbed the back of his head out of embarrassment, and ran for the elevator, followed closely by the smaller Irkan. He nearly hit his head flying out of the chute under the coffee table—it WAS built for Zim's height, not his—and immediately tripped over Gir, and immediately tripped Kith as she came out of the chute. They ended up sprawled on the floor, with Gir's little feet kicking madly as the deranged SIR shrieked in delight.
"We's havin' a mongoose pile!" came the slightly muffled cries from under Dib.
Dib waited for Kith to regain her footing, then used the SIR's head as leverage to help himself up.
"What was that sound just now, Gir?" he asked, rapping on it's head with his knuckles. Gir stared blandly at him for a moment before smiling widely and hopping from foot to foot.
"It was a little blue dog, goin' Whoosh!" He pantomimed a little creature running through the room and out the window.
Dib frowned and turned to Kith, baffled. "A blue dog?"
She frowned as well, and then gasped.
"Dib...was the Dalzorian downstairs when we left?"
They both ran to the window and peeked out.
A spattering of blue blood was on some of the broken window, and in the grass outside, fresh with night's dew, they could quite clearly make out widely spaced clawed prints, little three-toed dragon feet running away from the house, and into the night.
oooooooooooooooooooo
Oh. My. Gods. I've made a soap opera! Does that mean I'll get more readers now? I guess we'll never know....unless you REVIEW! I'll sic horrible, nasty things on you if you don't...