A/N: Well, here it is, another chapter to this supposed one-shot story (courtesy of lies-d!) I almost freaked out when I came to update because it seemed ff.net had cut off the end of my first chapter, when just the day before, it was fine! I looked again and well, it was back to normal and sorry to anyone who got an email or read my post at IZSlash! I apologize for the short chapter

Some Kind of Crazy Love Potion!

Chapter 2

"Dad?" Dib whispered. He peered down the lighted stairs into the house's basement lab. Membrane said he would work at home today, but apparently, he had opted to go into the city. Dib grinned and raced down the stairs and immediately began searching for the mysterious "love potion" that his dad had concocted and released on the city only weeks ago.

Dib sifted through everything and looked frantically for the word "pesticide," yet nothing appeared. He knew his dad too well…he may have gotten rid of the actual stuff, but the formula, the essence, would still be stored somewhere just in case.

While many people had forgotten about that horrible day weeks ago, Dib hadn't. The image of Zim on a teacher's desk haunted him daily and he could still smell and taste his green flesh. It was disgusting to think about now, but Dib remembered feeling good about those things and he wanted to know exactly what was in that love potion. BUT!!! That wasn't the only reason! Dib had an idea this particular morning and it just happened to involve the potion and the fact he had yet to capture his alien! That goes without saying, Zim hadn't done anything significant in a long time, but Dib wanted to know what the sneaky guy was actually doing.

Probably something, probably nothing, but Dib knew Zim to be determined in the worst kind of way and he would never give up his dreams of invading the earth.

If I were Dad, Dib thought, and a freakish pesticide's formula gone wrong, where would I be? It wasn't in the lab. The only place it could be--safely hidden from his colleagues that is--would be his dad's bedroom! Dib raced upstairs to his dad's austere room, white all over and mostly unused, and quickly found a disk labeled: Pesticide #456. It was dated recently and upon sticking it in his computer, Dib found that it was indeed, the formula to the pesticide. The disk even had paperwork with the company buying the stuff.

The formula itself was not particularly complicated…but how had it gone so wrong? There were no notes to indicate the Professor had tried to correct his mistake, rather, this disk seemed a formal and final edit of the recipe. Dib looked at the ingredients once more. There was a total of sixty-eight fluid solutions. Dib shook his in confusion. He was smart, but some of these things even he didn't recognize. What was glucomine bihydroxide?

If…if I could get these things, I could make some of this stuff and use it on Zim! He would be totally helpless! One thing Dib distinctly remembered about that day was the total sense of abandon and freedom. He still couldn't fathom how his body would abandon itself to Zim, but it had happened, and maybe this stuff could loosen Zim's secretive lips a little.

Dib copied the disk and returned the original to his dad's room. As he walked downstairs to get a snack and watch some Saturday afternoon re-runs of Mysterious Mysteries, he pondered the hardest part of his plan. How would he get the ingredients? He wouldn't need much, just enough for Zim to inhale, and maybe some to test, just in case he got the mixture wrong. Dib frowned and tore into his sandwich just as his favorite show was beginning.

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Another day at school. Another day of awkwardness between Dib and Zim. Why did no one else seem to have this problem? Had they not been infected by the mad scientist's designs? Apparently not.

Zim's heart raced every time Dib came into his view. He was incredibly afraid that the Dib would say something or do something! He actually remembered much from that horrible day. Pain. Confusion. Nothing good…no…something was good, but the pain between his legs had clouded any positive feelings about Dib and by the time the wounds of Dib's rape had subsided, Zim had already made up his mind about what had happened. No, nothing good had happened at all!

Zim was so angry and ashamed. Angry because he had let it happen and ashamed because it had happened. He was a soldier, well, former soldier. He was a virgin, and he had intended to be so forever! He was not to be touched EVER! Zim felt betrayed by the body he had schooled. All the physical emotions he had repressed for years had become lost to him, so how was he to feel when everything came flooding back in one fell swoop? What had his commanders and teachers taught him? These things are not for soldiers…soldiers cannot be distracted by this and that…we will teach you to forget your bodies…remember that duty and honor will be your only concerns…your only loves.

Duty and honor were extremely important to Zim, and they were even more so after the Tallests had abandoned him on this forsaken planet. He still had to be strong in his convictions, even if his loyalty had failed and destroyed him. His blindness to everything bad had been his downfall, and even now, hope was safe in his mind because he had his convictions! His passion had not been crushed!

Zim's passion for stuff still burned, but when Dib walked in the classroom, Zim slumped in his chair nervously.

Yep, Dib thought as he made his way across the room, Zim's still really uncomfortable. I have never seen him this shy before! Dib sat just as the bell rang. He barely paid attention to the teacher as he droned on about American history, instead, he devised a plan to get his ingredients. His dad was all over the place, all the time…no one would notice if he ordered materials here and there, a little at a time! Membrane used so many chemicals a day it was insane! And Simmons, his personal assistant, kept up with invoices on his computer…easily hacked into, Dib believed, and there, Dib believed he could order his ingredients a few at a time.

The bill would go straight to his dad and Simmons would be none the wiser.

Dib grinned to himself. If this worked, he might be able to get Zim within a month or so, depending on his chemist abilities, which by the way, were pretty damn good!

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