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 Seven

"Idiot!" Deed sobbed as Dib twitched slightly. She curled up agaist his side, half covering him from the world as the fresh bandages held back the bleeding.

Dib wasn't supposed to follow her example. He was supposed to be Dib. Supposed to be the crazy teenager chasing his dreams... Supposed to be what Deed had given up on long ago.

Zim could only sit there, broken look on his face as he kept an eye on Dib for any sign of the boy stirring.

When GIR popped into the room, he was playing with a pocket knife.

"I found this with Dibby!" GIR exclaimed, holding it out to Zim.

Flipping it open, Zim's eyes widened in horror.

"Deed... it's... it's rusted..." Deed's head shot up.

"We need antibiotics. Tell me you have antibiotics!" She hissed, grabbing the collar of his shirt as she rolled off of her brother in one fluid motion.

Zim nodded, getting up and playing with the machine that was hooked up to Dib for a moment. Deed took in a long, shuddering breath.

'I hope we're not too late..' She thought, looking at the prone form on the table. She remembered when she had used a rusty blade one time. Luckily they had caught it before the infection began to take hold, but she'd still had to take so many shots...

But they had all been antis. Under her father's order, they had not given her a single shot for tetnus.

Silently, she hoped and prayed that it was due to their genetics.


Dib felt like shit. Not only that, but he was freezing.

Zim looked down at him sympatheticly. And it was onlythen that Dib realised Deed was talking.

Turning to her, he opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but instead said something completely different.

"Can we burn this place to Hell, now?" Deed stopped, staring at him fondly.

"Of course. And I have the perfect idea." Dib nodded, knowing that his sister was one of the most morbid minds out there.

After all, she had once believed that bio-war was a way of life.

"I'll get started on it right away... oh! This is going to be perfect... I wonder, should I design it to take out Irkens as well, incase they come here?" Deed asked, looking at a confused Zim.

"Wha-?"

"A virus, Zim." Dib said, shaking his head and stopping as it made him dizzy. Zim shrugged, nodding slightly.

"You, little brother, are to stay right where you are. You have a fever." Deed said, walking out of the room.

Dib closed his eyes again, reveling the darkness. He fell asleep as he felt Zim's head on his chest, right over his heart.


"I regret to inform you, again,that you and those related to you have been stripped of their status, Agent Existance." Deed rolled her eyes, sipping a mug of coffee as she looked at Agent Nessie.

Then she got an idea. Slamming closed the laptop, Deed tore down to the medical bay.

"Dib! Zim!" She paused to breathe, looking at the two as Zim moved back a foot. Dib was red, sweating. "What if we can get the Tallests with this thing?"

Dib blinked blearily at her, and Zim seemed interested.

"Sounds like a plan." Zim grinned, and Deed smiled as she ran out of the room.

"I'll get started on it now!"


Agent Nessie growled, looking down to the corpse of Darian. This was what they needed, wasn't it? The Membrane children dead? He sighed, knowing that the knowledge the man had held had been valuble.

But all the same, he was dead.


"Ok, let's see..." Scratching the back of her hand and looking at the computer, she raised a hesitant eyebrow. "Research first... tempting Irken technology later... Much later..."

She mummered, walking out of the room stiffly. God how she hated books.