"The future is already decided, we just don't know it."


Hybrid

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Stressed
The steady sounds of beeps were the only assurance that she lived. Her face was extremely pale, even for her. He reached out and brushed a stray violet bang from her closed eyes. His crimson eyes narrowed a bit and he leaned in closer to her. Her eyelashes were thicker than normal. Zim reached down and ran a hand along her stomach, an antenna perked up.

"Why is her stomach…harder?" Zim questioned as he tried to squeeze her stomach.

Skoodge looked over from his monitor and raised an antenna in question. He jumped off his seat and quickly ran over to where Zim was. Skoodge climbed onto the table and carefully ran his hands along Gaz's stomach. His antennae flattened as he felt around her stomach. Zim watched this with mild annoyance. Skoodge reached onto a tray and quickly grabbed a needle. He pressed his claws around her belly button and sighed. Skoodge took the needle and carefully pressed it into her stomach.

"What are you doing?" Zim demanded.

"I need a sample of DNA," Skoodge answered as he continued to work.

Zim remained silent, but he continued to watch Skoodge as he worked. Skoodge removed the needle and went to place gauze over the small puncture. His eyes widened in shock as he watched it quickly seal up. Skoodge wiped the blood away and frowned. Her skin was perfect, save for the scars from her battles.

"She's healing…fast," Skoodge spoke.

"Humans don't heal fast," Zim remained.

"I just watched that hole seal up…she's healing fast," Skoodge assured.

"That's impossible," Zim grumbled.

Skoodge nodded and jumped off the table. He ran back to his monitors to process the blood.

'I hope this hybrid isn't permanently affecting her,' Skoodge hoped as he quickly worked.

Zim ran his claws along her stomach without displaying the worry he felt on his face. He knew that problems were coming. The Fifth Kind was proof of that. He scowled and slightly jumped.

"Something kicked at me…from inside her," Zim almost yelled to Skoodge.

"It's called the baby," Skoodge mumbled as Zim scowled.

"Is it supposed to move?" Zim questioned.

"It's alive," Skoodge urged trying to get Zim to think.

Zim frowned and than placed his hand back on her stomach. His antennae rose again and the corner of his lips turned up. He felt another kick. He placed his other hand on her stomach hoping to feel something from both sides. Zim blinked when he didn't feel anything else. His eyes wandered over to Skoodge and he saw he was working. Zim bit his lower lip and lowered his head to her stomach. He grinned when he felt something kick the side of his head.

"Zim," Skoodge seriously called.

Zim quickly jumped away from Gaz. He walked over to Skoodge and looked at the monitor. Zim's eyes narrowed as he stared at the DNA, the cells were taking on a square shape.

"Her body is preparing itself to give birth," Skoodge whispered as he continued to watch the cells change.

"Will it be permanent?" Zim questioned. "Tell Zim."

"Not sure," Skoodge sighed.

"Tallest Zim, permission to speak," Diestel calmly spoke as he walked into the room.

Zim frowned at the Irken. He really didn't like Diestel. The Irken was a good soldier; he was one of the best. His scores outranked most, but there was one problem. He was too close to Gaz for Zim's liking.

"Speak," Zim grumbled and added, "quickly."

"I have researched about Irken pregnancies from the information that Tak had sent Gaz," Diestel began.

"Go on," Skoodge urged before Zim broke something.

"I believe she is going to birth like a female Irken," Diestel finished.

"But she is human, her cells wouldn't have changed that much," Zim argued.

"One baby wouldn't be enough to do that…but Irkens never have less than two smeets," Diestel assured.

"You think she has more than one smeet?" Skoodge questioned.

"The way she is developing proves that," Diestel calmly said as his eyes strayed to Gaz.

"What do you mean?" Zim questioned.

"If you were around Tallest Gaz, you would know her symptoms," Diestel simply replied as Zim growled.

"Examples," Skoodge interrupted Zim.

"Her skin around her stomach is turning green, and the skin is hardening to the point of a shell. Irken females are not gentle, the go through a similar process. Then if you notice her eyelashes are becoming thicker and her hair is thinning a bit. She has also been eating more sweets than normal," Diestel listed.

Zim remained silent as he listened to Diestel. His eyes narrowed a bit and glared at the Irken before shifting his gaze back to Gaz.

'I'm around her,' Zim assured himself.

"Diestel, Skoodge…leave," Zim said as he kept his gaze on Gaz.

Skoodge raised an antenna in confusion before he went to take a step back. Diestel placed a hand on Skoodge's shoulder before he turned his thistle eyes toward Zim. He raised his left antenna and straightened his stance before he gave a look of defiance. Zim looked over at Diestel and deeply scowled at his actions.

"GIR!" Zim shouted, his voice echoed off the metal walls.

Skoodge blinked in confusion knowing that the little bot rarely came when called. Diestel looked around the room thinking that another Irken would show. Zim sighed and stood up straight.

"Just wait a minute," Zim grumbled.

"The doughnuts are mocking me master!" Came the high pitch scream. "Woo-oo-whoo!"

"What is that?" Diestel questioned in shock.

Gir ran through the door and immediately jumped on top of Zim's head. He laughed insanely and tugged on Zim's antennae.

"The doughnuts mock me!" Gir shouted as he continued to laugh.

"What doughnuts Gir?" Zim roughly questioned.

Gir went silent and fell off of Zim's head. He hit the floor with a clunk and sat up. He thoughtfully looked at all of them before he said.

"I don't know…"

Zim smacked himself in the face and bit his lower lip. Diestel smirked and watched, as Zim grew angry.

"Gir…I want you to watch Gaz!" Zim ordered.

"I got a moose in my head," Gir suddenly said as he stood up and looked at Zim.

"What?" Skoodge asked.

"He's all purple and squeaky!" Gir cheered.

He jumped in front of Skoodge and his head opened. Mini-Moose was launched at Skoodge. It smacked him in the face.

"Squeak."

"A moose," Diestel said in a voice that questioned their sanity.

"Aww, look at his little nubs of doom," Gir cooed as he began to rock back and forth.

"You expect me to leave Tallest Gaz in the care of that?" Diestel questioned as he pointed to a drooling Gir.

"You are not tall enough to question me…you best leave," Zim answered with a dark smirk.

"That puffy guy really hurts," Skoodge whined as he sat up with Mini-Moose floating next to him.

"Both of you will leave now," Zim coldly said as he pointed to the door.

Diestel hesitated and looked to Gaz on last time before he saluted and left. Skoodge sighed not knowing what he could do. He followed Diestel and Mini-Moose floated behind him.

Zim waited until the door shut before he let his shoulders sag. He leaned over Gaz and placed his elbows on the table. He closed his eyes and let his headrest in his palms. A sharp pain shot through his head and his spine began to ache.

"Gir," Zim barked.

"Yes my master!" Gir replied as his eyes glowed red.

"You are to watch Gaz and make sure she remains in this building for the rest of her pregnancy," Zim ordered.

"But I wanna taco," Gir pouted.

"Gaz is a taco…make sure the taco stays in the building," Zim sighed as he felt his eye twitch.

"Yes sir!"

Zim reached out and ran his fingers along Gaz's stomach. His antennae rose in slight question. Her skin was hard around the stomach, but now she was developing scales. Zim let his eyes wander to her hands and his mouth dropped a bit. Each nail on her finger had grown a bit more. He ran his own fingers along hers and found that they were thick and sharp. Zim moved toward her head and carefully held open an eye. Her pupil had vanished. All he could see was the color amber, and it was spreading along the white.

Zim gasped and fell to his knees. His eyes slammed shut as he groaned in pain. The wires along his spine twitched and he groaned again. He slowly opened his eyes and closed them again. Everything was spinning and his spine was throbbing. He couldn't raise his gaze from the floor; he wanted to curl to stretch his back. It hurt, and he didn't know why.


Diestel scowled as he continued to march down the halls. Skoodge quickly wobbled along not wanting to lose sight of the Irken guard. Diestel listened to his own footsteps and sighed.

'The Fifth Kind will go after her,' Diestel assured himself.

"Squeak."

Diestel's antenna perked up and he turned to find a Mini-Moose staring at him.

"Stop thinking so hard," Skoodge translated.

"How did you get that out of a squeak?" Diestel questioned.

"Mini-Moose speaks, you just have to listen," Skoodge answered.

"Tallest Gaz should not be alone," Diestel grumbled.

"It's Zim's decision," Skoodge assured.

"He isn't around her enough to know what is best," Diestel argued as his eyes flashed with anger.

"Do you know what is best?" Skoodge challenged.

"Squeak."

"Yes," Diestel pouted. "She carries a hybrid, she must be protected."

"Squeak."

"I agree, Gaz can take care of herself," Skoodge sighed.

"That hybrid is changing her…it will continue to change her," Diestel whispered.

"What do you know?" Skoodge suspiciously asked.

"I read Tak's notes."

"Why didn't I get them?" Skoodge madly asked.

"Tallest Gaz had them hidden."

"And you snuck around?"

"It was for her best interest!"

Skoodge nodded, it was for the best. A human was giving birth to an Irken hybrid and they couldn't prepare for it.

"What do you know?" Skoodge seriously asked as they continued walking.

"Irkens carry for only six months, then they give live birth. Female Irken's bodies send out hormones that begin to prepare the body for birth. The skin on their bodies begins to harden to protect from attacks. Their senses will become sensitive and they eat more sweets for energy. Their body becomes a weapon in order to keep the smeets safe," Diestel explained.

"Nothing else changes…right?" Skoodge questioned as they boarded an elevator.

"It's a hybrid and she's human, there's nothing much we can do besides wait," Diestel sighed.

Skoodge nodded and sighed as they rode the elevator up. He reached out and pushed another button.

"Sarah's waiting," Skoodge mumbled as Diestel began to smirk.

"Sarah," Diestel mumbled as he searched his memory. "I remember her, she got knocked out."

"Sarah's always been a fighter," Skoodge replied with a bit of pride.

"Wasn't she human once?" Diestel questioned.

"Yeah…she was," Skoodge softly said as the elevator doors opened.

Diestel remained silent as they continued their walk. Diestel figured he could keep active even if he was temporarily ordered away from Gaz. They came to a door and it quickly swished open.

"Squeak."

"Mini-Moose?" Sarah questioned as it floated inside her room.

"Squeak."

"How are you feeling?" Skoodge asked as he reached out and softly touched the bump on her head.

Sarah grimaced but replied, "Sore, but I've been through worse."

"It's good to see you're fine, but I must go," Diestel interrupted.

Sarah just nodded and Skoodge said a bye before they watched the guard leave.

"There's something about him," Sarah mumbled.

"You say that about everyone," Skoodge scolded.

"Squeak."

"What was that?" Sarah challenged as she threateningly waived her fist at Mini-Moose.


Author's Note:

Sorry it took so long to update, but my life is very hectic right now. I've been having problems because I have four essays due, had to cut my hours at work, have to go to physical therapy for my Fibromyalgia, and I've been depressed.
I promise to update as soon as I can, but I won't leave you all waiting for a month, because this a story that I don't want to die and I know many like it.
The C2 community is for those who are writing the challenges on the forum labled Fic Forum. I'm always trying to start a Rp forum for any that are interested.
Well, that's it for now...next chapter will feature Red, Purple, and Goop, with the Fifth Kind again