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 Two
"So, how exactly do you two know eachother?" Deed asked, raising an eyebrow as she continued inspecting GIR. Dib looked at her, peeking over her shoulder as she popped open GIR's control unit.
"School." Dib replied automatically, Zim looked to the shortest lifeform with rising curiousity.
"Strange..." She muttered, and Zim raised an antenna. "What?"
"The battery... has he ever charged?" Deed asked, looking to Zim. The alien thought for a second, then shook his head.
"Why?" Dib asked, looking for what his sister had found.
"The battery is dead... yet he's still running..." Deed shook her head, looking up to a surprised Zim.
"He's going to need some new parts, too. I know this might be a little personal for you, but can I use your computer?" Zim opened his mouth to reply, ready to tell the woman off for taking it apon herself to inspect his SIR unit.
"SUUUURRRRE!" GIR's head snapped up, and he grabbed Deed's hand and dragged her out of the room.
Dib looked to Zim's angry face.
"Maybe we should keep an eye on them?" He asked. Zim glared at him.
"You only want to see the computer." With an innocent grin from Dib, the alien rolled his eyes and started walking.
Tak growled, tossing aside a broken booster as she answered the call.
"Yo Takky!" Deed's face appeared on the screen, and Tak groaned.
"I thought I got rid of you!" Deed frowned, cocking her head to the side. GIR was perched on her shoulder.
"But Tak, don't forget who you owe a favor too." Deed's eyes went from fasle innocence to sadism. "And don't forget what I can do to you."
MiMi crawled un onto Tak's head, looking at Deed for a moment before smiling.
"I trust MiMi's alternations are still operating?" Deed asked, and Tak sighed.
"Of course they are still operating. What do you want, Membrane?" Deed's face turned dark at the sound of her last name.
"I want my father to drop dead. I need a 650 cal battery, perferably charged. And a standard SIR unit guidence duct." Deed stated, glaring at Tak warningly over the screen. Tak frowned as she looked at GIR.
"I'll see what I can do." Tak sighed, and Deed smiled at her.
"Thank you, Tak."
"Yeah, yeah." Tak cut the communication as Zim and Dib approached Deed.
"How did you do that?" Dib asked, looking at her then at the screen.
Zim continued to glare at her, wondering faintly how she knew the insane invader.
"She owed me a favor. I did a few alternations on her SIR unit when she came... I believe it was after your mock-mission, Zim."
"Hn." Zim growled, looking at Deed. "Thanks to you, this planet almost became the next Foodcourtia."
"Hey... Deed, what had you so freaked out about the Invader symbol, anyway?" Dib asked. Zim looked to her in curoisity.
Deed growled, glaring at them for a moment.
"It's of no importance. It just... surprised me to see that in your room, Dib." Deed stated, and Dib nodded.
"I think we should be getting home. I doubt Gaz would glad to hear that I dragged you off as soon as I got back." Dib nodded, then remembered their father.
"Zim." He called softly as Deed started up the stairs. The alien turned to him with a scowl, arms crossed.
"What?" Dib shoved his hands in his pockets, and Zim wondered faintly how he could still stand to wear his trench, even in the heat of summer that they had previously left behind.
"The phone is still hooked up, right?" Dib asked, and Zim raised an antenna as he nodded. "I just wanted to know so that if anything happens I can call here. I mean, Deed and dad aren't particularly close, ya know?"
Zim nodded, dropping his arms.
"You know that if anything happens, my door is always open." Zim said, and Dib nodded, laughing softly.
"Just checking to make sure the offer hadn't expired."
Dib's eyes opened as he heard Professor Membrane and Deed having a screaming match downstairs. He eyed the clock absently.
'Wow, a record, usually it takes them at least two hours.' He thought bitterly. He and Deed had come home after their father and Gaz had ate dinner. Gaz, having summerschool, had gone to bed already. And Dib had grabbed a shower and done the same.
That had been a half hour ago.
Dib sat up as his sister stalked into his room, slamming the door behind her. She seethed before looking at him. Her expression changed as she rasied an eyebrow.
"It ok if I bunk with you?" Dib nodded, and as Deed stepped forward she grinned.
"Have a nice dream, Dib?" Dib blushed, getting up to change his boxers and tearing the sheets from his bed. "Any chance it had something to do with a certain green alien?"
Dib's blush deepened, and Deed giggled madly. Dib had to remind himself that his sister was bisexual before he allowed the thought of her laughing at his sexuality. She had absolutely no room to be laughing.
"Cram it!" Dib growled, tossing a pillow at her. Deed smiled, calming her laughter.
"So what got it started between you two?" Deed asked softly, and Dib froze at the tone of her voice.
That wasn't a tone she used when she wanted information. It was a tone she used when she was genuinely curious.
"Uh... How..?" Deed smiled softly, indicating to the ring that Dib had on a chain around his neck.
"Normal people don't normally wear a promise ring with an Irken symbol on it." Cursing his sister's eye for detail, Dib began to play with the ring.
"We got stuck in a storm after school one time. He forgot to take precautions, and... well..." Dib looked away from his sister. She smiled, shaking her head.
"Nice to know that old trench comes in handy for something." Dib nodded, and Deed lay down next to him, streching her arms above her head.
"You need a new one, by the way. That thing fit you back when we were still the same height." Dib nodded, looking at her for a moment.
Deed hadn't changed much since he'd last seen her. Quick, analyzing eyes hadn't changed at all and her hair was still the same shaggy mob she had cut into when she had told their father that she couldn't stand him anymore. The classic Membrane over-gelled look had been lost from her hair that night.
But her body, while having always been lean, had proportioned itself. While Deed had been a big boobed, stick hipped teen, now her hips had widened a bit, almost matching her breasts.
Dib noticed faintly that the scars on his sister's arms were more evident. He absently rubbed his left arm, refusing to tell the one person who would have understood.
Rolling over and grabbing the phone from the bedside table, Dib punched in a number. He almost laughed as the sound of the half asleep alien on the other end met his ears.
"What is it, Dib?"
"I'm going to bring Deed over there tomorrow. She needs to stay until I can get dad's storage out off her old room.. or until we can find an apartment."
