Now is forever is not belong to me! It belong to the almighty Eiffel 65. I am not making any money off of using the title, I think it's a cool song…
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I'd like to thank all my devoted readers and those who have followed this story from the beginning. And thank you to all my reviewers, it is fully appreciated. This is the last chapter for this story. Not the series, but this particular story. I regret to inform you all that I won't be writing for quite a while, I have currently lost the urge to. If you wish for updates and things like that, you can find me at deviant art. My screen name is Ryu-Forte and I am packing up and staying there. I'd also like to apologize for the very, very, very delayed posting of this. This is for you, thank you again.
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we should think about,
what we got right now,
cause the good things are made up of time.
smile to your problems,
leave the past behind.
never forget this.
find the truth in your soul,
keeping you alive.
going on from minute to minute.
don't shade the future,
with all that's behind.
live for today.
the past is all that's gone,
the future is yet to come.
this moment is all our own.
we should live this way,
just building up our day,
now is forever.
the past is all that's gone,
the future is yet to come.
this moment is all our own.
we should live this way,
just building up our day,
now is forever.
don't shade your future,
with what you don't have.
keep your mind on that's here today.
now is forever,
build the future now.
keep this in mind.
though you will take your time,
to get what you need,
but you'll do it step after step.
yet to come is all that's gone,
learn to live this moment.
live for today.
the past is all that's gone,
the future is yet to come.
this moment is all our own.
we should live this way,
just building up our day,
now is forever.
the past is all that's gone,
the future is yet to come.
this moment is all our own.
we should live this way,
just building up our day,
now is forever.
the past is all that's gone,
the future is yet to come.
this moment is all our own.
we should live this way,
just building up our day,
now and forever.
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Zak sat next to the hospital bed and gazed worriedly at Dib. He paid no attention to the beeps and clicks of the machinery that Dib was hooked up to. The doctors said he was pretty bad oo0f with the internal hemorrhaging and his lungs had been filled with blood for an extended period of time. The doctors also said it might be weeks before Dib was back on his feet again. If anything, Zak should be in the hospital because of his dangerous lifestyle. If Dib died, he wouldn't know what to do with himself…
"Dib, I don't know if you can hear me or not…and I almost hope that you don't. I am not who you think I am…you know more about me than you realize…one day…" Zak sighed heavily, "One day, I'll tell you everything…Some day…" he lightly kissed Dib's forehead and walked out of the hospital room.
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"I want you to bring him here…" said the Sergeant, "We have the technology to get him on his feet by tomorrow."
"But this isn't Zim related!" protested Tak, "It has nothing to do with him!"
"True, but he is injured, and we have to get him on his feet ASAP, otherwise, he'll be out for weeks." said the Sergeant.
Tak cautiously approached with another view, "What if he takes advantage of our technology? He could use it against us."
The Sergeant considered this then shook his head, "I doubt that he'd do that. I'm sure he knows that if he was to take advantage of our being here and our technology, the treaty would be broken and this planet would then just be another mark on the giant 'to invade' list." He smiled cruelly, "I doubt he would be that stupid." He looked at Tak, who didn't argue with that reasoning.
"Shall I get him, then?" asked Dream, "That way both of you would still be here to protect the base and monitor Zim."
"Sounds like a plan," said the Sergeant, "Go and get a holograph chip from the computer in the war room and infiltrate the human medical building. Do NOT harm any of the humans, just retrieve the Dib human and come back. No detours, do you understand?"
"Sir!" Saluted Dream and he went off to complete his mission.
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Dib opened his eyes, he was groggy and his whole body felt like it was hit by an 18 wheeler. 'Am I still alive?' he thought. Well, that was a stupid question, he had to be if he hurt this much…He noticed the tubes running into his arms and the mask on his face first. He could hear the soft beeps and clicks of the machinery as it worked to keep him alive. 'Damn, must have gotten more beat up than I thought…'
He could hear voices outside of the room, but they were muffled to the point that they were unrecognizable. He tried to turn his head to hear better, but it racked him with so much pain he decided against it. Maybe the doctors will give him some heavy duty drugs so he won't feel the paint…mm, fun drugs that make you out if it…
A doctor walked into the room and looked Dib over, "What kind of bloody mess have you gotten yourself into?" Why did that voice sound so familiar? "Alright laddy, can lets try to get you sitting up…We need to get you into this wheel chair to transfer you to another hospital. That's right…" The doctor gently helped Dib sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the bed, then into the wheelchair.
When they were out the room and the doctor had pushed Dib along the hallway, Dib decided to open his mouth, "Now what…" his voice was horse and came out as barely a whisper.
"Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" He finally let his guard down as they entered the elevator and spoke in his oh-so British way.
Dib had to smile at this, "So are you taking me to your base so I can get better faster?"
"You'll see," said Dream as they exited the elevator. He wheeled Dib out of the lobby and out to the car waiting for them outside. They got into the disguised ship and left.
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The ride to the base seemed like ages for Dib. What could the Sergeant person be planning now? What was going to happen to him? Dream didn't seem to mind the silence, but it was killing Dib.
They arrived at a fairly normal looking house, save for the pink flamingos all over the fallen tree in the front yard.
"Why are there…"
"To piss the homeowners association off…" sad Dream before Dib could finish his sentence, "We're here." He helped Dib out of the ship and into another wheelchair. Dream walked Dib up the driveway and to the front door, pressing a button where the doorbell should have been. A small scanner popped out and scanned Dream's hand. It turned green and the ground below the, dropped down like an elevator and closed over their heads.
The platform took them deep into the base, past many levels, more then Dib had ever been to in Zim's base. As far as Dib could tell, this base was far larger than Zim's base. Soon, the platform slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened to a rather large room with medical tables, tanks and large, egg-shaped, pod looking things that were very tall…
Dib couldn't help be gape at the sight. But he quickly realized what he was doing and stopped. It was just so much to take in and such a vast space.
"Alright, laddy, this is what you're going to do: First, you'll bathe in the solution in that tank over there, then you'll go into a state of stasis in the 'chamber' over there. That's when all your wounds and stuff will heal." The 'chamber' as Dream had called it was a pod…One particular pod, in fact. It was slightly shorter and a slight hew off of all the other pink/purple pods.
"Why that one?" asked Dib.
"That's the one we modified to support and mend the human body," said Dream, "Otherwise, you'd die instantly…" that wasn't something Dib wanted to hear… "Alright, into the solution with you…"
Dream helped Dib up and out of the wheelchair. Dib leaned up against the side of the tank for support. Dream helped Dib undress: boots, socks, shirt, pants. Dream stopped before the boxers because he could feel Dib tense up.
"You don't feel comfortable, do you?" asked Dream honestly.
"No…" was all Dib said.
"Stay here, I'll be right back," said Dream and he walked off, soon returning with a fluffy pink towel. "You can change behind that panel over there." He said, pointing to a large black screen type thing.
Dib hobbled over to the little screen and wrapped the fluffy pink towel around him, only after he had taken his boxers off. Then he hobbled back over to Dream.
"Alright, into the solution with you…we need you to be good as new by tomorrow so you can go compete." said Dream, lifting Dib into the warm, thick, blue solution. "Wash in that thoroughly, how well you wash determines your pod time."
Dib washed as best he could and when he was finished, Dream helped him out and over to the pod. Dream allowed Dib to put his boxers back on before entering the pod.
"Ok, listen to me, don't stop breathing, ok? And don't panic, please…" said Dream earnestly.
Dib thought that was a rather odd thing to say, before the pod door closed and locked. The pod immediately started to fill up with a blue-purple solution, much like what he just bathed in, but it was less dense and mostly see through. Dib looked out at Dream wide eyed. Dream pressed a button for the pod speaker.
"Trust me, you'll be fine. Just do what I said."
That sure as hell didn't reassure Dib. The liquid soon rose over his head and he held his breath…too bad he had to breathe. He exhaled and inhaled the solution. It didn't even seem like a liquid, it was like breathing air. But by doing so, he soon felt tired as the solution released the anesthesia and he was asleep in minuets.
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Dream kept careful tabs on the machinery. Soon, the Sergeant paid a visit.
"How is he?"
"He seems to be responding very well, he'll definitely be better by tomorrow, most likely tonight." replied Dream.
"And you?" asked the Sergeant.
"Me, sir?" repeated Dream.
"Yes, you. How are you feeling? Ok, I hope? And thinking. Thinking well, I would hope…" said the Sergeant, beginning to circle Dream.
"Sir, I'm not sure I understand you…"
"No…unclean thoughts, yes? That would be a very unhappy thing if you were…" as this point, Dream clued in and became very nervous.
"Sir I don't understand…"
"I know damn right you do!" shouted the Sergeant, slamming Dream into the wall, "I know everything about your record! Written or not! I know everything! What you did while you were teaching at the academy! Or worse, what you let go on!" the Sergeant released Dream and Dream slumped to the floor in fear. "I can have you executed for what you did, no, I should do it myself…" he glared angrily at Dream.
"IF you so much as look at ANY human the wrong way, your death will be my greatest accomplishment." He stormed out of the room, leaving Dream shaken up and fearful.
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When Dib opened his eyes, he saw two Irkens arguing in front of him. One was Dream and the other he had never seen before. The tall one with the crimson red eyes was definitely the dominant of the two, by how Dream seemed to cower in front of him. Then the tall red eyed one stormed out of the room and Dib fell back into sleep, to forget what he saw.
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Zim was tinkering with another soon-to-be failed experimental doom machine. Out of all the drummers, Zim was the only one who didn't go and visit Dib in the hospital. Big surprise.
"Soon, very soon the treaty will be broken and the armada will be free to destroy this shit-ball of a planet…Then I'll be hailed as the greatest of them all! Gir!"
"Yes my master!" saluted the robot.
"I want you to relay a message to the other soldiers stationed here. Tell them that they will break the treaty and force all-out war on the humans…"
"Yes, sir!" and he was odd, only to get side tracked by the Crazy Taco…
'Soon, very soon, I will rule the world with a leather-gloved fist…' and he began to cackle. And cackle he did until he just didn't care anymore…
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That night Dib was released and allowed to return home. But, Dib decided to take a detour to a friend's house for a while. He walked to the house and rang the door bell. A woman answered the door.
"Hello, may I help you?" she asked kindly.
"Yes, is Zak in?" asked Dib.
"Yes, let me go get him for you…" she walked off and Zak walked to the door. As soon as he realized who it was he was on top of Dib, hugging him tightly.
"You're not dead! I was so worried about you! Are you sure you're ok? What are you doing out of the hospital? What happened to all the cuts and scratches?" He was amazed and looked at Dib as if he had just risen from the dead.
"I'm fine. The Irkens that are stationed here took care of my wounds. I'm much better now, you don't have to worry." said Dib as he pulled Zak into another hug.
"But…." Zak started to say, but was pulled into another hug and decided not to worry about it. He pulled away and led Dib to his room but the hand and locked the door. The spent the night in each other's company. Coughmakingoutcough.
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Next day at the competition Dib showed up ready to go. Everyone was amazed that he looked perfectly new, not a scratch on him. And they stole the competition. They stole the one after that to, and after that. The only one they didn't steal was WGI, but hey, they weren't expecting much out of that one anyway. They got 2nd to last…Well, can't win them all can ya. Way out of their league. Pretty soon, it was getting to that time of the year again: the end of the year. Everyone said their goodbye's and went off on their own for the summer. The only two that really saw much of each other was Zak and Dib, for obvious reasons. Course, they would never tell anyone. So ends another year at H.F. Secondary.