"Fate is just a way of making your loses look like they happened for a reason."
No Life
"Talking"
'Thinking'
StressedGaz growled as she stared up at the ceiling. Her body had been placed in a tube that would mend her broken form. It was only used on those that had extreme injuries. The machine would inject a needle into the area that needed to be fixed. Thousands of nanorobots would be released into her body to repair her. They would mend the bones and reconfigure any fragments to refit her body. She sighed as she relaxed on the table and waited for the tiny operation. Mark walked into the room with a grim look on his face. Gaz sighed and figured that she already knew the news.
"What's the bad news?" Gaz knowingly questioned.
"Does he know?" Mark firmly questioned.
"Zim knows, he always knows," Gaz answered.
"How many?" Mark questioned.
"Well Doctor Mark, this is my third miscarriage," Gaz grimly answered.
"Third?" Mark questioned in disbelief.
"Yes, third," Gaz growled.
Gaz stared at Mark as she watched his reaction. She didn't know if he was deciding to pity her or what. Gaz didn't want pity; there was no reason for someone to pity her. She knew that her miscarriages were terrible, but she didn't really think about them. If she thought about them, they would hurt her even more. Maybe she was a monster, they didn't affect her like a normal human.
"How come you haven't reported these?" Mark questioned.
"My father was tracking my pregnancy before he died. He had a theory," Gaz replied.
"A miscarriage can affect you mentally," Mark seriously said.
"I can't let it affect me because I have people relying on me. I can't afford to mourn or be depressed," Gaz replied as she cringed. The nanorobots were repairing the bones.
"What was your father's theory?" Mark questioned in slight worry.
"The Omega DNA usually heals me of any injuries, but lately it's been slow," Gaz began. "He believed that since I couldn't control the DNA that it basically reacts on its own."
"It's like a defective security system," Mark mused.
"The DNA usually takes out anything foreign in my body," Gaz quietly finished.
"It's been destroying your fetuses," Mark sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"The baby is another being and it looks at it as an intruder," Gaz confirmed.
"You really have to learn to control this," Mark scolded it.
"I know," Gaz mumbled with a slight scowl.
"The nanorobots should be finished within the hour, just don't stress yourself for a few days," Mark warned as he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Gaz snapped.
"I'm leaving," Mark replied as he stood and left the room.
Gaz scowled and tried tapped her nails against the metal of the machine. Her eyes strayed to the time and she sighed. It would be a while before she left this position. The door opened and she didn't bother to look over. She had a good idea who was there. He had only announced his visit about four different times. Gaz turned her gaze to the green alien and offered a smirk. He walked over to her and tapped the tube she was in.
"How's it going?" Zim asked.
"Fine," Gaz muttered as an antenna rose in question.
She watched the antenna raise and then go back down again. It twitched and she grinned. He grinned when he noticed her reaction. He kneeled beside her and quickly looked around the room. His antennae flattened to his head, as he made sure they had privacy. Gaz raised an eyebrow in question.
"Paranoid?" Gaz teased as he smirked.
"Zim…paranoid? Never!" Zim shouted in assurance.
Gaz noticed that he put his head level with the table she was on. Both of his antennae twitched and she chuckled. He hid his smile as he listened to her chuckle. Her hand inched toward his head and he relaxed the appendages. Gaz lightly traced the left antenna and he sighed. He had noticed that whenever they lay in bed she would play with one of his antennae out of boredom. Zim didn't mind since it felt good, and it kept her occupied.
"What would the others think if they saw us acting like a couple?" Gaz softly mused.
"They'd probably think that we went insane," Zim added as his right antenna twitched.
"I think the bone's fixed," Gaz mumbled as she felt the needle vanish from her body.
"Just rest a few moments," Zim ordered as she scowled.
"I need to talk you about the Omega DNA," Gaz seriously said as he watched her in a bit of confusion.
"I already know," Zim assured.
"How do you know?" Gaz almost shouted. She felt as if her privacy was being invaded.
"I know everything about you," Zim assured with a smirk.
"Creepy," Gaz mumbled as he frowned.
"I went through the notes your father had about you…it was interesting," Zim carefully said as he waited for a reaction.
"Interesting?" Gaz growled. "My body's killing off my children!"
"Maybe it's for the best," Zim tried to reason.
"For the best," Gaz gritted out.
"Who knows if the child would come out right," Zim quickly said already feeling her anger grow.
"If we don't die on this damn planet I want a family," Gaz snapped.
"Family?" Zim questioned in confusion.
Gaz nodded as the tube opened in the middle. She sat up and groaned; everything was tender. She removed her hand from Zim's head and placed it in her lap. She did want a family since she never had a real one. It would be nice to have a family. Maybe there would be no white picket fence or dog, but she wanted what she could get. She knew that Zim had never experienced a family life, and neither did she. It would be new and she was scared of what could happen.
"I've never had a family," Zim spoke as she looked back to him.
"You have Gir, Skoodge, and Me," Gaz stated.
"I know what humans consider a family and I've never had one or been apart of anything similar," Zim explained.
"Neither have I," Gaz grumbled.
"You had a dad, he cared about you. Your brother Dib cared for you no matter how many death threats you gave him," Zim listed as Gaz sighed.
"Maybe not right now…but we could start our own weird family," Gaz offered.
Zim raised his head and his antennae rose in thought. He thought over everything and it all seemed crazy to him.
"Maybe," Zim drawled.
Gaz nodded knowing that if they had a child then things would be difficult. She didn't know how long it took for a smeet to grow or anything. Gaz suddenly paled a bit at the thought of laying an egg. She shook that thought out of her head when Zim tapped her.
"You ready to go back to our room…that table looks uncomfortable," Zim teased as she scowled.
"Yeah…I guess so," Gaz replied.
Gaz swung her legs over the side and sighed when both responded. Zim stood up and grabbed her upper arm. She pushed off the table and onto her feet. Gaz began to fall and she gripped onto Zim's shirt as his other arm came to hook around her. She looked up and noticed him smirking. Zim pulled her up and she rested her arm around his shoulders for support. They walked out of the medical bay and stepped into the hall. The lights were dimmed which signaled that it was night. They had sunlight, but it was rare. The Irkens had managed to block out most of the sun by surrounding the earth in a layer of pollution. Acid rain was global. The base they lived in had controlled settings to tell them when it was night or day.
"If we had a smeet…what would you name it?" Zim questioned after a few moments of walking.
"Not sure," Gaz calmly said.
"What would it look like?" Zim mused more to himself.
"Hopefully not you," Gaz teased as Zim's antenna twitched in anger.
"I don't want some filthy worm-baby," Zim growled.
"And I don't want some filthy smeet baby," Gaz growled back.
"You should be honored to carry a smeet," Zim smugly declared as his voice raised and lowered in levels.
"Pfff…you should be honored that I haven't hurt you," Gaz grumbled as they made it to their room.
Zim snorted at this and keyed in a code. The lock clicked and he pushed open the door. He quickly flipped a switch and dim lights turned on. Zim sat Gaz on the bed and figured that she would get her own things together. He left and walked into the bathroom and Gaz sighed.
"I'll be out in a few!" Zim called out to her.
Gaz rolled her eyes and pushed along the bed till she reached her dresser. She quickly opened the drawer and pulled out a nightgown. Gaz pulled off the weird hospital gowns with relief. She then pulled the nightgown over her body and groaned as the soft material flowed along her body. It was always a relief to come back home and sleep. The nightgown assured her that she had earned her sleep. The bathroom door clicked opened and she softly smiled. The carpet cushioned his footsteps, but she could hear him come closer to the bed.
"Took your time," Gaz mocked as she heard him scoff.
He sat down on the bed and she could feel herself being pulled to the middle. His hands wrapped around her waist and she smiled. Gaz glanced down and softly smiled, she wouldn't let him see the soft smile, but it was there. He had his gloves off. His fingers were long and thin compared to hers. He really didn't have claws or nails; it was just that his bones were a bit sharper causing the effect of claws. Gaz leaned back and her bare arms could feel his skin. A mental groan of relief filled her head, he rarely came out of that suit he wore.
"No suit?" Gaz questioned.
"Nope," Zim simply said as he hugged her to his form.
This was their nightly routine. In the privacy of their own room they were allowed to express whatever emotion they wanted. This was the only place where they didn't have to worry about the Armada or what the other humans thought. They could freely touch each other and try to be a couple. Gaz would never admit it, but she simply loved his touch. No matter how many times she threatened him, all he had to do was touch her and she would quickly lose thought. She blamed it on the bond that had developed when she accepted him, but it didn't bother her because he acted the same.
Zim leaned against the wall and positioned her in between his legs with her back against his chest. They didn't have a fancy room, or anything nice. It was a time of war that left them with a frameless bed, and whatever technology that they had. Luxuries were one thing that they didn't have. Gaz had never been one for luxuries, all she needed was her GS2, but now she had Zim. They would go to their room and simply spend time like this. She could feel his claws lightly dragging across her stomach.
"Tired," Gaz yawned and he rested his head in her hair.
"You should be, you only had your pelvis broken," Zim mocked as she elbowed him in the gut.
Gaz yawned again and he moved them so they could rest on their sides. Zim still held her, but he let own of his hands run through her hair. Her eyes closed at the soft sensation of his touch. It relaxed her and she turned around in his grip. She scooted closer to him and let her head rest under his chin. Zim could feel her eyelashes trail down his neck as her eyes shut. He relaxed once her breathing evened out. Zim still held her close as he closed his own eyes. His body didn't need the sleep, but he made it a habit to rest when she did.
Author's Note:
I think this is an improvment in their weird relationship...
Anyways, Zim and Gaz can have children(grins at thought)...Zim is getting some, it's just not mentioned that much...I admit my tolerance for violence is low...I like psychological violence...
I love Red...he's turning out to be such a great character and I just keep smiling at it all...his role in this story will have the biggest impact on Zim and Gaz's relationship.
Please leave a review and I'll update again
