"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end."
Begin Again
"Talking"
'Thinking'
StressedBlurry. Gaz wondered why everything was so blurry and fuzzy. She lifted her hand and listened to a steady drip. Here eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she waited for everything to focus. She reached up and her hand gripped the side of the tub. Gaz stared down at the water and noticed that it was black. Her confusion grew as she turned her head to the right. She screamed and fell back into the dark water. Gaz quickly sat back up and fell against the tile of the wall. She had just seen her mother in the mirror. Gaz gazed into the mirror and held her breath.
Footsteps were coming towards her and she turned her gaze to the figure in the door. She recognized the person as Zim and calmed a bit. Her eyes turned to the mirror again and she blinked her eyes. It was her reflection staring back at her. Gaz slowly rolled her amber eyes back to Zim. He was a little bit closer to her now. Gaz felt everything spin and she fell forward. She closed her eyes to block out the rushing floor and dizziness. Warmth spread through her as she noticed that she wasn't falling. Her eyes slowly opened so she wouldn't invoke the dizzy spell again.
"Zim?" Gaz softly said with a bit of question.
Zim grimaced at the way the water soaked through his clothes, but sighed when it didn't burn his skin. Gaz didn't hear screams of pain and rolled her eyes up a bit. She could make out the color green and figured that she was under his neck.
"Just relax," Zim calmly said. Gaz softly chuckled and noticed him stiffen.
"I'm wet…Zim, why am I wet?" Gaz questioned with true curiosity and not threats.
She could feel herself being lifted from the cold black water. Her feet touched the floor and soon her body followed. Zim sat down and cautiously cradled her to his own body. Her eyes finally found his face and she tilted her head in curiosity. His antennae were raised and she guessed he was waiting. She figured he was waiting for her to pass out.
"An alien came to destroy you and I," Zim informed as he checked her pupil size.
"Alien?" Gaz repeated and asked. "What happened? I don't remember."
"The alien was an Omega…they took over your body," Zim carefully said as he checked her pulse.
Gaz nodded in slight understanding. She really didn't care at this moment in time. All she knew was that she felt warm and safe. Zim tapped her cheek and her amber eyes strayed back to his red eyes.
"How do you feel?" Zim questioned.
"Like shit," Gaz mumbled as she tired to sit up.
Zim held her down and shook his head. Gaz tried to scowl, but found that her muscles were too tired to do that. Zim sighed and shifted her so she was sitting up a bit. Gaz wondered why he was being gentle.
"You need to bathe, there is still Omega DNA on your skin," Zim said as he rolled her hair between his claws. Gaz watched as something like black dandruff fell from her hair.
"Why is my hair long?" Gaz suddenly questioned. She felt him tense and noticed that he was sweating a bit. "Zim?"
"The Omega tampered with your junk DNA," Zim quickly said.
"I'm even more of a freak?" Gaz questioned as she let her head roll back.
"No!" Zim shouted and she winced. Gaz raised an eyebrow in question. "You look fine."
"I need to shower," Gaz mumbled.
"I'll send Gir to keep you company," Zim mumbled.
Zim stood back up and Gaz noted that he had helped her to her feet. Zim leaned her against the wall and Gaz scowled. She felt as if she were some helpless movie female. Zim reached into the water and grimaced. Even though the paste protected him, he still hated water. Gaz watched the black water vanish down the drain.
"How do you bathe?" Gaz questioned, her voice was a bit slurred from her lack of energy.
"That's none of your concern," Zim replied as he stood up and wiped his hand off on a towel.
"Master's like a chinchilla! He rolls around in cleansing chalk dust!" Gir shouted as he ran into the bathroom.
"GIR!" Zim warningly shouted.
"All he needs is a squirrel tail…I like squirrels," Gir squealed.
"A dust bath," Gaz mused as she noticed that his skin was a bit greener. His antennae were flat against his skull in oblivious anger.
"Yes, Zim bathes in dust," Zim responded as he frowned.
"No big deal," Gaz responded.
"Really?" Zim questioned as his left antennae rose halfway up.
"Really," Gaz assured.
"I get to watch her bathe!" Gir cheered.
Gaz and Zim looked down at the happy robot. Zim didn't like his grin and Gaz decided that he looked a bit 'too happy.' Gaz's fist clenched and Zim frowned. He didn't know what he felt, but he decided that he didn't like it.
"No Gir," Zim firmly said. "Just stand guard and make sure she doesn't get hurt."
"It's not a peepshow," Gaz growled.
"I know nothing of this 'peepshow'," Zim said as he raised his hands and quoted the word. "But I guess it's not good."
"You're a quick learner," Gaz dryly mumbled as Zim's antenna lowered.
"I'll be in the lab," Zim muttered as he marched out of the room.
"Gir, close your eyes," Gaz ordered.
"I can't," Gir said with a happy grin.
Gaz growled and reached out to the robot. She smiled at her work and then began to peel the wet clothing from her body. Gir was in the background laughing about everything being black. Gaz then stared at the wall and frowned when she saw no faucet or showerhead. Her fists clenched and a soon enough a showerhead popped out of the wall. She softly smiled as she twisted the now present knobs. Warm water flowed along her curves as she sighed.
"Can I put my eyes back?" Gir questioned.
"Sure," Gaz replied, as she made sure the curtain was in place.
"I can see…I'm alive!" Gir yelled.
"Where's the soap?" Gaz growled.
"I used it for the waffles!" Gir shouted.
"Is there any soap in this house?" Gaz gritted out as she held her head. A wave of dizziness fell over her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Here ya go," Gir replied as he tossed a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap into the shower.
"Thanks," Gaz mumbled as she dodged the items.
She closed her eyes as she lathered her hair. Her fingers ran through thick locks and she thought about the length. She loved her hair long, but she didn't want to look like someone else. Her hand fisted around a lock and pulled. A grimace crossed her features and she scowled. Gir began to hum and she paused in her behavior. Gaz swayed to the song and decided to leave her hair alone. She would cut it again, but this time she would get it cut by a professional.
"Poison," Gir sang and began to dance.
Gaz chuckled and ran the soap down her body. Her hand ran over her hip and she softly frowned. Her body had matured a bit more. She sighed and wondered if those Omega's had done anything else to her. Gaz rinsed herself and heard the door creak open.
"You may go Gir," Zim dismissed.
"What do you want?" Gaz questioned as she tried to hide her jumbled emotions.
"Your clothes were wet…so I brought you something else," Zim replied.
Gaz could see his outline through the shower curtain. She looked down at her feet and back to his outline. Gaz turned off the shower and she looked over to see his antennae raised a bit off his head. She turned to grab the towel but a wave of dizziness caught her. She twirled and fell out of the shower. The curtain wrapped her up and she cursed as she felt her legs hit the side of the tub. She closed her eyes once more and waited for the pain to fill her form and the darkness to claim her. She hit something, but it wasn't the floor.
"Gaz?" Zim questioned as he held her in his arms. He managed to tap her cheek, he wasn't sure if she had passed out.
"Zim?" Gaz questioned as she opened her eyes.
"Good…you didn't pass out," Zim mumbled as she curiously stared at him.
"You caught me," Gaz whispered, she wasn't aware of how low her voice went.
"Yeah…uh…I didn't want you to break your head on the tile," Zim quickly said. "Humans are weak."
Zim stared down at Gaz and realized that he had not let her go. She looked down to his arm around her waist and back to Zim's eyes. Gaz bit her lower lip and felt something she hadn't known she was able to do. Gaz could feel her cheeks burning and she hoped that it was a side effect of the Omega DNA. Gaz blinked and knew that it wasn't the Omega DNA. She felt her blush deepen as when she noticed that both his antennae raised in confusion. Gaz released a breath and figured that she had the poor alien confused. She smirked and decided to kill him with shock.
"Thank you," Gaz replied.
"Huh?" Zim replied as one antenna lowered and the other one stood fully up.
"I said thanks," Gaz repeated.
"It was nothing," Zim brushed off as his cheeks turned a bit greener. Gaz smirked at this and wondered why this reaction pleased her.
"I could have been hurt…but you didn't let me fall," Gaz replied through his mumbling.
"I couldn't let you fall," Zim snapped and then turned his gaze away.
Gaz went silent and Zim tensed up in some unknown emotion…it felt like fear. Both knew that what he said had come out the wrong way. Gaz nervously raised her hand and tapped his cheek. His red eyes turned back to her and found her words lost. Zim picked her up carefully about where he put his hands. Gaz just watched as he carefully set her on the sink. His hands reached over to a towel and he handed it to her. Gaz took the offer towel once she removed her hand from his cheek. She held the purple material to her chest and notice that shower curtain was slipping.
"Zim," Gaz softly said. He looked up at her and she let loose a small, but true smile. "Thank you."
Zim dumbly nodded not sure about what he wanted to do. Gaz sniffed the air and her face scrunched up a bit. Zim also sniffed and shrugged a bit.
"What's that smell?" Gaz questioned.
"I don't know," Zim nonchalantly replied.
"Smells like…like honey," Gaz concluded.
"I smell flowers," Zim replied. "What are flowers doing in my base?"
Gaz caught a bit more of the scent as Zim turned around. She reached out and grabbed his head. Zim yelped as her nose made contact with head. His arms hung limp as he just leaned forward and let her smell him. Gaz grinned as she found the scent.
"Your antennae…they smell like honey," Gaz replied as she inhaled in the scent.
"Huh…never did before," Zim mused.
"Are they broken?" Gaz asked as Zim growled.
"They are not broken!" Zim growled as still remained in her hands.
Gaz moved her face away from them as he began to wiggle the antennae. She held back the slight giggle that threatened to be released. Zim scoffed as he stood up and pushed both antennae down.
"They work fine," Zim assured.
"Okay…but where are my clothes?" Gaz questioned.
"Clothes," Zim mumbled as he pulled back and held up a balled up black material.
Gaz reached out and took the material from his hands. Her fingers brushed against his gloved hand and he quickly pulled back. Gaz stretched the material and her eyebrows furrowed. The whole suit appeared to be black and…vinyl.
"Vinyl?" Gaz questioned with a suspicious glint in her eyes.
"It's a made form a Vortian liquid that will provide you with more protection then normal pig-smelly clothes," Zim quickly explained.
Zim left the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Gaz gazed at the door and wonder what had made him so fidgety. She shrugged and then eased her way off the counter. Gaz stared at the suit and wondered how to put it on. It appeared to have no zipper. Gaz dropped the shower curtain and began to dry herself off. She would figure the mystery of the suit out later. Gaz slowly sighed as she moved the towel from her damp her. She looked like the picture. Shaking the thoughts and water from her hair she moved to the suit.
Gaz noticed that it seemed to stretch. It also looked like a body suit. Gaz noticed a black zipper on the back. A quick zip and the suit were a bit looser. Gaz raised an eyebrow but sat on the toilet. She stuck one leg in and waited for anything weird, weird things seemed to happen around Zim. Gaz relaxed once nothing happened. She put her other leg in the suit and pulled it up her body. Gaz grimaced when she noticed that she had no bra or underwear. Gaz slid her arms in and smiled. The material was actually comfortable and cool. Gaz reached to her back and frowned.
"The zipper," Gaz growled.
It was unzipped and she couldn't reach it. The zipper began at the low of her back. Gaz turned around and twisted the doorknob. It creaked open and she poked her head out. Zim was leaning against the wall and had his eyes closed.
"Zim," Gaz said, but it came out a bit snippy.
"Yeah…what do you want?" Zim questioned.
"The zipper is in the back," Gaz calmly said. Zim raised an antenna in confusion. Gaz raised an eyebrow in warning. Comprehension dawned on him and he tensed.
"Oh," Zim mumbled.
"Zip me up," Gaz replied as she walked over to him and turned her back to him.
Zim reached out and stopped his hands from touching her. Her skin was an ivory that the suit brought the color out. His fingers shook as he reached out and took the zipper. He licked his lips and placed his other hand at her hip. Gaz tensed and he watched the muscles in her back twitch. Zim leaned forward till he was close to her ear.
"Your hair…move it," Zim whispered.
Gaz reached back with both her hands and pushed her hair up. Zim watched at the strands of violet brushed against her back. They caressed her skin and the vinyl of the suit as she slowly moved her hair. Zim blinked and languidly brought the zipper up till it reached her neck. The hand on her hip moved up her side and moved to her back before he could touch her breast. He pushed her hair aside and zipped the suit. Gaz dropped her hair and watched as it covered her back. It was a little bit higher then her hips. Without thinking, Zim reached out and untangled the wet locks. A soft hiss was heard and Gaz quickly turned around.
"You're burning," Gaz, mumbled as she took his hand and blew the smoke away.
"Paste…must have…worn thin," Zim replied as he shrugged.
"Tell me about this suit," Gaz suddenly said she dropped his hands.
"I designed it myself," Zim proudly boasted.
"Will it blow up?" Gaz questioned as his proud expression turned to a scowl.
"NO!" Zim shouted.
"It squeaks," Gaz mumbled as she stretched.
"Just pull on the material and it will reshape to fit your form," Zim added.
Gaz raised an eyebrow and reached for her hip. She pulled the material out and the released it with a snap. Her eyes widened as the suit turned to liquid and began to shift around her body. The suit took on a more solid form and she was still a bit shocked. Gaz looked down and noticed that she didn't need a bra anymore.
"What else can this do?" Gaz questioned. Zim's eyes lit up with excitement.
"The suit will adapt to any situation and control your body temperature. It can withstand any filthy-earth weapons," Zim listed.
"What about alien?" Gaz questioned.
"Most, but not all," Zim replied.
"So I can set myself on fire and be fine?" Gaz asked.
"Yes…but don't do that!" Zim yelled.
"This is okay…I guess," Gaz mumbled as Zim tilted his head.
"The suit is also programmed to pressurize your body if you enter space. It will protect your body from any foreign environments."
"It's okay," Gaz responded.
"On your left forearm is a small computer that you can use to change any settings…such as color and material," Zim simply said.
Gaz raised her forearm and tapped at where the little control pad would be. It showed up with English.
"You programmed it in English," Gaz mumbled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…now bow down to my Ingeniousness!" Zim shouted.
"You put a lot of thought into this," Gaz softly said as Zim opened an eye and peered at her.
"I can't have you getting hurt when another alien comes," Zim scoffed.
"Right…"
"You would only distract me if I had to keep saving you," Zim explained.
"Whatever you say," Gaz sighed as she walked off.
Zim noticed that the suit hugged her body. His left eye twitched and he didn't know what from. Gaz walked down the hallway and into the little bedroom he had set up for her. Zim could no longer see her, but he could tell she was feeling smug about something.
"Strange female," Zim mumbled.
Author's Note:
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews...
Invader Stunk: The author would like to apologize for any spelling errors
Leader Rig: The author needs a beta(eats cough drop)
Invader Stunk: If anyone would like to volunteer for a beta for this story, that would be great.
Leader Rig: I can spell!
Invader Stunk: No...you can't
Leader Rig: (sobs)