'I look at him and I think…is he the enemy.'
Crimson
"Talking"
'Thinking'
StressedShe gazed into the mirror and watched as the water dripped down her face and into the sink. The water was turning pink from the dried blood. She had filled a quarter of the sink so she wouldn't waste the water. Irkens had polluted the water in order to kill everything. In order to use water it had to go through a long purifying process. Gaz wiped across the cuts on her face and traced them with her own fingers. These were her rewards for doing something good. Her battle scars were the only trophy or medal she would receive. She splashed water on her face and quickly dried off. Gaz didn't bother with antibiotic cream. She could care less if the cuts got infected.
"Gazzy!" Gir screamed as he ran around her.
Gaz softly smiled at the little robot as he ran around her. He would offer humor around the base when needed.
"What do you want?" Gaz questioned.
"Sara and Doctor Lobe want to see you in the medical area," Gir answered as he clutchedher left leg and hugged her.
"Pfff…whatever," Gaz grumbled.
Gir unlatched from her leg and suddenly picked her up and held her over his head. Her eyes shot open in shock and embarrassment. Gir screamed as he ran down the halls carrying her.
"Put me down!" Gaz growled.
"I getta' taco if I bring-ed you!" Gir shouted as he picked up speed.
Gaz growled and soon enough they were in the medical bay. Gir threw her on a table and she grunted. Sara and Doctor Lobe weren't too far away from her. Gaz gave the mandatory glare to Doctor Lobe and he smiled at her. She scowled and watched as he approached her. He was your typical blonde hair, blue-eyed male. She admitted that he was attractive. He wasn't buff; his body was toned. She knew that he was only toned because of the Invaders. Everyone had to be ready. He walked over to her and gently lifted her face up.
He scowled at the scratches. She knew that he knew that she was purposely reckless at times. A white cloth was pressed to her face and she could feel the peroxide sting at her wounds.
"You have to be careful," he mumbled.
"Don't tell me what to do Mark," Gaz warned as he pressed the cloth down a bit harder.
"Don't take your pent up anger on me," Mark warned.
"I'm not angry," Gaz mumbled.
"This is going to scar," Mark mumbled as he rubbed a cool ointment on her face.
"Another set to my vast collection," Gaz assured with a grin.
"The Omega DNA isn't healing you properly…why?" Mark questioned.
"She's an alien too?" Sara questioned in slight worry.
"No, she was taken over by an alien. They mixed their DNA with her own," Mark explained.
"She's an alien," Sara firmly said.
"In the eyes of the Invaders…we're the aliens," Gaz coldly responded.
"What about the DNA?" Mark questioned again.
Gaz sighed and slightly moved her hand to her stomach. Her fingers gripped the suit material and she sighed. Gaz moved her hand to her knee and rolled her eyes.
"It's focused on other things," Gaz replied.
"I think I see," Mark muttered with a frown.
"See what?" Sara questioned.
"That's not important," Mark assured.
"If that's all then I'll go," Gaz calmly said as she pushed off the table.
"Sara needs to be shown to the weapons bay," Mark called out to her.
"Follow me," Gaz gritted out as she pushed pass the doors.
"Where's my taco!" Gir shouted. He was tired of never getting the tacos he was promised.
Gaz remained silent as she led Sara through the halls. The girl studied every detail of the halls. She had a feeling that Gaz wouldn't be much help. Sara narrowed her eyes at Gaz and figured someone who sided with an Irken couldn't be any help. Gaz quickly looked over her shoulder and glared at the girl. Sara tensed and let out a sigh of relief when Gaz turned back around. It was like she knew that she was thinking of her.
"Where's the leader?" Sara questioned. The silence was killing her.
"She's close," Gaz assured without looking at the girl.
"Why'd the fool let Irkens into the base?" Sara questioned with a snort.
"That's not your concern," Gaz mumbled.
"Seems reckless…letting aliens in," Sara continued.
"Do go on," Gaz grumbled with a hidden scowl.
"Irkens are nothing but a parasite…they all should be killed," Sara growled as she glared at the floor.
"Anger…that might keep you alive, but it might get you killed faster," Gaz mused.
"They killed my family!" Sara stated with a look of sorrow.
"They killed my father," Gaz calmly informed.
"Then how can you stand being around that one Irken?" Sara curiously asked once she was drawn out of her anger.
"Sometimes…I can't. There are times when I look at him and think…is he the enemy," Gaz calmly spoke.
"I'd kill him…I'd kill them all," Sara passionately said.
"Vengeance is never satisfied…," Gaz stated.
"Why does your leader let those two Irkens stay?" Sara questioned again.
Gaz stopped a set of doors. Sara noticed a sign that labeled the room as weapons. Thesign had a picture ofstick figure being shot with a gun.Gaz pushed open the door and sighed.
"I let Zim stay because I love him…and Skoodge is a friend," Gaz gritted out as Sara stepped inside the room.
Gaz quickly shut the door and stormed down the halls. Her hand went to her stomach and she scowled. She didn't know what to do anymore. Her father had known it all when it came to science, she didn't know that much. The cold metal halls twisted as she decided to go to storage bay. She would be able to find Zim there. He didn't understand that she had to run this place, even with him. It was her job to look out for everyone. It was new and this job scared her. She never cared much for people, but now she was forced to care. Gaz had to be compassionate toward the wives that lost husbands and children.
'I won't sit back in safety while everyone else fights,' Gaz firmly thought.
She threw open the door without even bothering to knock. Skoodge's antennae both rose in question. Zim looked over at her and he set the small computer down. Gaz let the door close and Skoodge quickly ran out of the room. He didn't want to be involved in any argument. When she heard the door close she moved a bit closer keeping a short distance. She calmly walked around the table he was working at and stood across from him.
"What are you working on?" Gaz questioned as she raised an eyebrow.
"Rationing," Zim replied, "these humans eat so much."
"Sorry we have to eat," Gaz mumbled.
"I still won't let you go on Recon," Zim simply said before she could protest.
Gaz deeply frowned and smacked the small computer away from him. She knew it would be broken and do more damage then good, but she was pissed.
"You don't understand," Gaz growled with a depressed scowl.
"What does Zim not understand?" Zim challenged. "That you constantly put yourself in danger."
"I have to go out and fight," Gaz stated as she tried to hold back the growl.
"The others fight…I fight…you don't," Zim simply clarified.
"I don't want to lead, but I do. I refuse to sit behind lines while they die," Gaz simply, but angrily explained.
"What difference does it make if they die earlier…you didn't care before!" Zim hissed.
"I don't care…but it's not right. Damn it," Gaz sighed as she brushed a stray strand of violet away.
"They will eventually die anyways, there is no hope of survival," Zim carefully explained.
"I know," Gaz dejectedly said.
"You don't need to die with them…at least not right now," Zim mused.
"It's my job to lead them…even if I don't want it my father left it to me. Fighting alongside them gives them hope," Gaz explained as she rested her hands on the table.
"It's false hope," Zim grumbled as he rested his hands on hers.
"It's better if they die in false hope," Gaz declared as her fingers dug into the table.
"You never used to care about them before…why the change?" Zim pried as he raised an antenna in question.
"Why not the change?" Gaz questioned back.
"I still don't want you out there," Zim stated.
"What you want and what you get are two different things," Gaz informed as she smirked.
"Zim always gets what he wants," Zim smugly informed.
"Zim won't be in bed tonight if he's not careful," Gaz mocked.
"If I allow you to do recon," Zim began as Gaz snorted at this. "I want you to work on controlling that Omega DNA."
"I can't control it," Gaz informed as she moved her hands away from him.
"Are you saying you're weak?" Zim questioned as he raised the other antenna.
Gaz softly growled and Zim grabbed her wrist before she pulled away. He walked her around the table to his side. She turned her wrist so she could grab his wrist. It amused her that they would still play games in order to gain dominance. It had been a year into their relationship and they still didn't really know how to act. They never had time to develop, because they constantly fought the Armada. Then she had to constantly show up around the people. Her social skills had been fixed a bit.
"Never, I'm never weak," Gaz stated as she let him pull her over to his chest.
Gaz closed her eyes and leaned against him. It was hard trying to hold the last bit of humanity together. She had found that she would only seek comfort in him and with him. It helped her, as much as she hated to rely on others, the comfort helped her. She could feel her wrist drop to her side. His arms came around and held her against him. His hands rested on her stomach.
"How's it doing?" Zim questioned.
"Not good," Gaz mumbled as she felt the stress come back even more.
"This will be the…"
"Third miscarriage," Gaz quickly snapped as she tried to pull away from him. He held onto her.
"I know it bothers you…but this isn't the best option for now," Zim tried to comfort.
"Three…it shouldn't be happening that much," Gaz mumbled.
"You have to remember that we're mixing species…there was bound to be something wrong," Zim stated.
"What if it's because I'm a clone?" Gaz questioned.
"It's not…it's the Omega DNA," Zim assured.
Gaz turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her face against his chest and sighed. A child wasn't important at this point in life. She had never seen herself as a mother figure anyways. Gaz didn't want to raise a kid and battle the Armada, that wasn't a model life. She felt his claws gently scratching at her lower back in thought. Life wasn't meant to be normal yet. She had responsibilities that she didn't want, but not wanting them didn't stop her from doing them.
"Tomorrow, Skoodge is leading a team out to the storage facilities in order to restock supplies," Zim spoke as she looked up at him in confusion. "He needs a lead."
"You're letting me go?" Gaz questioned.
"You'd find a way to go anyways," Zim growled.
"I know," Gaz sighed as Zim fumed. "But it means a lot to me."
"Huh?" Zim questioned.
"Trust," Gaz simply said. "We need to trust each other."
"You don't trust me?" Zim questioned her as he stepped back.
"I trust you but…"
"I'm still the enemy," Zim finished as his fists clenched in anger.
"It's confusing," Gaz admitted.
"What is?" Zim asked.
"I see them and then I see you…you look the same but you're different," Gaz grumbled.
"All Irkens carry similar traits, but there is only one Zim," Zim assured.
"I think if there were more Zims, I'd go insane," Gaz teased.
Author's Note:
I'm thinking on Gaz's and Zim's relationship and what type it is...I think they started out at a type of empty love, but with a friendship and a strange commitment to that friendship. They might have a romantic love in theory, but I do have plans for it.
Some one said they loved Gir and asked what type of -philia that would be...Gir is technology so it might be technophilia, a love of technology(shrugs)
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