Family
I don't own Invader Zim. I leave the disturbed 'leftovers' of this show to their rightful owner, Jhonen Vasquez.
Only Deed Membrane belongs to me, as well as any future... smeets...
Chapter One
Swollen Eyeball was still refusing to allow his calls. So here Dib sat, leafing through a book idly while waiting for anyone to come home. Or the phone to ring... or anything, for that matter. At this point he really didn't care. He was free from Skool for the rest of his life, and he had all the time he needed..
It was just that Dib was impatient.
As he turned his gaze to the phone, his hand twitched as if wanting to dial a number. Any number. It didn't even have to be real, as long there was someone on the other line.
Yes. Dib ws highly impatient.
And as the phone rang, he snatched it up without even looking at the caller id.
"Hello?" He asked, hoping that it wasn't a salesperson... then again, maybe he could get some fun out of torturing a poor, unsupecting stranger right now...
"Hiya little bro!" And it was only then that he started to wish he had bothered to check the caller id.
"D... Deed?" He asked, quietly, checking the shades infront of the window as if he'd be able to see someone standing across the street with a phone. Or someone in a big, goverment agent suit coming to knock on the door and ask for the eldest Membrane child.
"Yep, Dibbers! And guess what, I'm coming home!"
"Really?" Dib's voice was shakey. What would their father do if he found out? If Dib was his 'poor insane son' than Deed was...
"Hey, Dib, you ok? Look, I promise, it's not going to be anything like last time, ok?" Last time. Dib desperately tried to dig up the forgotten memory.
Yes, last time had involved lots of smoke. And lots and lots of yelling and screaming. And then came the paramedics and the straight jackets...
"Hey, Deed, are you sure about this?" He asked, wondering what she'd done to get out this time.
"Sure? Of course... Dib, where do you think I've been?" He swallowed, spewing out the answer without a moment's hesitation.
"The Asylum?" Laughter came from the other end of the line.
"Oh, Hell no! Dib, I haven't been there for five years! I just graduated from college!" Letting out a breath he hadn't even realised he'd been holding, Dib smiled slightly.
"So, uh... when are you getting here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at the sudden bit of static on the phone.
"Uh, I should be there... I'd say right about..." Dib's door opened just as the phone clicked back to the dial tone. "Now."
Dib screamed, jumping as he turned to look at his older sibling. Deed laughed.
There were, or course, questions as to how Gaz got her purple hair, since Dib couldn't entirely remember if their mother had had the same hair or not. But Deen, standing in his door way with a shaggy mass of black hair, and dark rimmed hazel eyes, Dib was almost tempted to say Gaz had been adopted.
"Man, Dibby, you haven't changed a bit!" Deed laughed, shaking her head. Dib growled to himself, standing up off the bed.
"Correction, I've grown alot since the last time you were here." Deen raised an eyebrow.
"Impressive, you're what, six foot two now? You're starting to catch up to the professor." Dib was reminded of the girl's hatred for their father, and winced slightly.
"Deed, are you sure you want to be here now? I mean... If dad comes home, then what?" Deed snorted, pressing her hands to her hips as she stared at Dib from her full stature of five foot three.
Somehow, to Dib, seeing her like this was still intimidating.
"Nice to see your eighteen and still a virgin, Dib." Deed rolled her eyes. Something caught her attention, and she walked towards it.
"Dib, where did you get this?" Dib looked to her hands, taking not that the object was nothing more than a flag Zim had tried to stick in his head one time.
"Alien down the street... why?" It was strange, seeing the way Deed held the red cloth... almost as if it frightened her.
"Show me, Dib." When he opened his mouth to protest, she spun on him and screamed. "Now!"
Zim was not happy to be stuck with GIR for extended intervals of time. Nor was he happy that the little robot had gotten out his guidence chip... again.
However, when the doorbell rang, Zim did not expect himself to jump up and almost race to the door to answer it.
Nor did he expect who was on the other side.
"Filthy stink beast! What do you want?" He asked, opening the door wide as he realised that it was only Dib on the other side of the door. No big deal.
Then his flag was shoved into his face, and he lowered his gaze to a short female.
Zim, who stood almost more than a foot above eye to eye with Dib, raised an antenae.
"Irken, I demand to know what you are doing on this planet!" The female growled out, and Zim looked to Dib.
"Friend of yours?" Dib sighed, and Zim chuckled to himself.
"HIYA!" GIR exclaimed, attaching himself to the shortest lifeform's leg. Deed blinked several times before realisation dawned in her eyes.
She scooped up GIR, shoving pass Zim as she inspected the robot.
"He's missing his guidence chip." Deed stated, looking at Zim as if he were a dead-beat father. Dib winced slightly as he recognised it as the same look she'd always given their father.
"Uh... excuse me, but would you mind telling me WHY THE HELL YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE?" Zim screamed, but was ignored by Deed as she inspected the slot where the missing chip was supposed to go.
"When was the last time you got upgrades? I know someone who can do it for a fair price, but..." Deed trailed off, seeing the look on the boy's faces. "Umm.. hello?"
"Deed, this is Zim. In case you haven't guessed, this is my sister, Deed." Dib sighed, closing the door behind him and watching his sister. He still understand what had her so freaked out over the Invader military symbol.
