Chapter 13

Zim spent his month before visting the Tallest well. He was currently looking over some Irken anatomy books to pin-point where the smeet would be growing.

"Hmm...so, he'll need a C-section after all...Mmhmm...yep...have to order a few extra tools for this...Okay...WAAAAAH!" Zim suddenly bursted. "I MISS MY SMEEBY!"

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"BYE, MS. SWEETERS!" Dib called after she'd dropped him and Zen off. "Thanks again!"

Sweeters smiled. "No problem, Dib! If you ever need me to watch little Zen again, just ask, okay? BYE!"

Dib waved as she drove off. "Hehe...Lets go get some supper, Zen!"

Zen expressed his happiness. "HAHAHAHAHAHEEHEEHEE!" (I still got gass from that milk!)

"...Your little laugh...it's like your dad's...(sniffle)... I LOVE YOU, ZEN!" Dib cried. "WAAAAH!"

Dib walked inside. "I'm home!"

Gaz didn't even raise an eyebrow at her tear-streaked brother. She was used to seeing him like this by now. "Hey, bro..."

She smiled at her nephew. "Hiii, Zim Jr!"

Dib twitched. "...I told you, his name is ZEN!"

Gaz shrugged. "Whatever...Well, I gotta go help Gir with dinner. We're having your favorite."

Dib looked hopeful. "Sushi?"

Gaz nodded. "Yep! Well, gotta go get cleaned up first...You better do the same, bro. You look like crap! I'll take Zim Jr."

Zen shrieked happily as Gaz took him in her arms. "YAAAAAY!" (I love my scary aunty!)

Dib smiled and headed towards the bathroom. "Thanks, Gaz!...Waaait..."

In kitchen, Gaz was busy making sushi, while Zen sat in his baby high-chair and Gir sat facing him on the table making funny faces at him.

"BLOOOPY!" said Gir.

Dib cried from the bathroom indignantly. "IT'S ZEN!"

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After dinner, Dib put little Zen to bed. He slipped the little sm-eh baby into his little red and black striped pajamas and put him in his little cradle that looked a lot like the voot cruser.

"Good night, little Zen." Dib whispered.

Zen yawned and closed his eyes. "Zzzzz...BWAHAHAHAHA-hahah-heeheehehehe...Zzzzz..."

"...Gosh, I hope he doesn't grow up to be like Zim..." Dib said as he walked out.

Gaz was waiting for him out in the hallway. "Is he asleep?"

Dib nodded.

"...You know Dib," she began. "You're horrible at hiding the fact that you miss Zim."

"What would make you think I miss Zim?" Dib asked defensively. "HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH?"

"Duh!" Gaz rolled her eyes. "Zen sounds like Zim, you only by IrkEn looking clothEs for him, you only buy him space toys, and his bed is a freakin' VOOT CRUISER! Need I go on?"

"SHHHHH!" Dib hissed. "Zen's sleeping!"

"Oops! Sorry...but you do miss him...don't lie to yourself."

"No! I just... like space things for my baby...and the clothes I buy are not Irken! They're just...pretty...and what about you?"

Gaz raised an eyebrow. "What about me?"

"I know you like Gir!" he nudged her knowingly. "Eh? Eh?"

Gaz blushed.

"Let me guess..." Dib's voice took on a raspy-spooky tone. "No, I don't! I love no one and I will kill you, Dib!"

He smiled. "Well? Is that what you were gonna say?"

"No," said Gaz. "I was going to say...what took you so long to figure it out?"

Dib's jaw fell. "You mean...you do? I just said that to...I didn't really think you-"

"Duh!" Gaz crossed her arms across her chest. "All America loves Gir! But he loves ME!"

She smiled at her brothers' incredulous look. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for my date. Gir's taking me to Bloaty's to try out their new 'mystery meat' topping! Bye!"

Dib continued gaping as he watched his little sister skip off.

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The month had gone by and Zim was stepping out of his voot cruiser and into the landing dock of the Massive.

He stepped forth and offered a salute, looking cute in his little nurses' outfit and bag. "Hellooooo, my Tallest!"

A beat up looking Red waved a bandaged gauntlet. "Hey, Zim..." he did a double take upon seeing Zims' new uniform. "...Why are you..? (sigh) Nevermind. Purple is inside, waiting... he also said he wanted to be awake during this...procedure."

Zim nodded and dropped his salute. "Okay."

Red frowned. "Why the heck are you so calm? Don't you know that in his state, the smallest bit of pain will make him want to kill us all?"

"No problem." Zim reassured his Tallest. "I've got this!"

He pulled an injection tube filled with a murky blue liquid in it out of his bag and held it up. "This stuff will make him so numb he won't feel a thing!"

Red sighed in releif. "Oh, thank Irk..."

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Zim walked into the room where a ticked-off Purple was sitting with a suspended blanket over his mid-section.

Zim smiled. "Hello, my Talle-"

"SHUT YOUR TRAP AND GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!" Purple snapped. "HURRY UP, SO I CAN KICK REDS' A--!"

Zim injected him with the contents of his needle.

"OWWWWWewwwwahhhh...I am so in love with you Red!" Purple said dreamily. "I can't wait for this smeet!"

Red blinked in confusion. "...What was in that needle?"

Zim grinned like a maniac and emptied his bag of medical tools on a nearby table. "LET'S GET STARTED!"

The Massives' crew (which was watching the spectacle from behind the rooms' viewing glass wall) widened their eyes in awe. "Oooooh!"

Zim lifted the blanket went to work, while Purple was laughing himself silly the entire time.

Red put a worried claw on his Co-Tallests' shoulder. "Are you okay, Pur?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHeeeh-heeeh... PFF!" said Purple. "PAHAHAHAHA! I LOVE YOU, RED!"

Red began sweating a little and was suddenly very uncomfortable. "Heh-heh...eh... Hey, Zim!"

He floated nervously over to him. "Let me see what you're doing...HOLY SNACKS!"

Red plucked Zim up from the floor and shook him violently. "WHAT ON IRK ARE YOU DOING TO PURPLE?" he screamed. "YOU SAID YOU JUST HAD TO CUT THE SMEET OUT, NOT MUTALATE THEM BOTH!"

"M-m-my T-t-allest!" Zim stuttered out while still being shaken. "The s-smeet i-is p-p-p-retty d-d-deep in th-there! I-I h-h-have to g-go in d-d-deep to g-get i-i-it!"

Red stopped shaking him. "...Oh...okay..."

He set Zim back down, where the poor Irken stumbled around until his equilibrium settled.

"I LOVE YOU ALL! HAHAHAHA!" Purple cried gleefully. "HEY! WHERE DID MY CHEESE GO?"

(3 hours later...)

At last the surgery was done. It was a girl. She had beautiful Magenta eyes and her skin was a light green. She was rather tall for a smeet...the averege smeet was maybe 4 inches long at birth and weighed about a pound. This 1 1/2 foot long smeet weighed 6 pounds!

Tallest Red looked at her through the glass of the incubator. They had to be sure that she could live after all she'd been through, being the first non-test tubular smeet ever.

Red's eyes widened. "She has no PAK..."

Zim shrugged. "She won't need it. You can give her one, but I think you should wait until she's older."

"Why?" Red demanded. "Won't she die without it?"

"Nah...Earth babies are all born with no PAKS, soooo..."

"...Oookayyyyy...Um...How's Purple?"

"..."

As if on cue, Purple's voice blasted through the door. "I'M AM GOING TO KILL YOU, RED!"

Red hung his head and sighed sadly.

"Heh..." Zim shruged. "Well...I'll be going now..."

He turned to leave.

"What?" Red said, surprised. "Aren't you going to stay for the celebration?"

Zim shook his head. "Nah...I gotta get back to my base."

"...Okay...hey, Zim," Red asked. "What do you think we should name her?"

Zim smiled. "Magenta...bye."

He walked off.

"Magenta..." Red tried out the sound of the name. "Hmm...OKAY!"

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When Zim got back to his base, he went ahead and did what he always did.

Zim flopped onto his normal position on the floor, and reflected over the events of the day.

"Hmm...The smeet was cute...But I had to spend months learning about human and irken anatomies...ewwwww...Man, IT'S GROSS!"

Zim made a few sicky noises. "Bleah...But...it was worth it..." he sighed sadly. "I wish I could've been there for Dib...but he probably would've just sent me away...or killed me...(sigh)... I should just give up on him and go home to Irk. Maybe I could start my life over... and live happily...with my honor to my planet intact...yeah...that would be better then this..."

Zim thought of the long and lonely years ahead of him and shook his head. "Or maybe not...(sigh)...I still love you, Dib..."

"Uh..." Zims' computer spoke. "Were you talking to me, sir?"

"No." Zim said. "I guess...maybe...hmm...who am I talking to when I talk to myself?"

"Uh...yourself?"

"But I'm not myself...I'm nothing..."

"..."

(End of Chapter 13)

Princess of Despair: YAY!

Techno Doofus: Nny knows how to make everything better, doesn't he? XD

Invader Iza: I will NOT converse with mutated kitchen utensils! (makes a raspberry at Bob) XP

Circus freak92-I AM GIR: You've found me out! Yes, I am the one who sends waves of insomnia to your head-meats and robs you of your precious sleep! Mwahahah!

Ryu Forte: It's neither complement, nor insult...just me being confused and using feined understanding to hide my ignorance...

TezzWoods: Havoc is NICE, isn't it?

Spicers apple: Yep! Ms. Sweeters rocks!

animeninjaNIPPON: The IZ world hates Dib. But he will come out on top at the end! You'll see!

Invader Aqua: She's not my sis...she's just a good friend I like to help out!

AntisociaLxMe: Meany! Why for you punch the air? What did it ever do to YOU?