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 Nine
A week had gone by. The armada were on their way to Earth with some 'coaxing' from Zim, and the Swollen Eyeball were still trying to lock onto their location.
Correction, her location.
Deed growled as she watched the news. The body of Darian Thebes had been discovered at his office. A fucking week it had taken them to find him!
She felt a pang at the loss of her friend, but knew it didn't matter now.
"Zim, can I talk to you?" She asked, walking into the lab. Her eyes widened as she realized it was just her brother down there.
"What do you need Zim for?" Dib asked, watching the results of the test. Deed looking at the rapidly deforming particles and shook her head.
"We need to break a ship out of area 51." Dib looked at her with interest. "They actually had a ship?"
"Of course. You expect-- Nevermind." Deed said, pressing her lips togather. Dib stared at her.
"Deed."
"No! I'm not supposed to tell you this!"
"Deed."
"I hate you!"
"Deed."
"Fine!" She growled, crossing her arms over her chest. "The Roswell crash was real. They found the remains of four aliens. As well as a ship."
"What kind of aliens?" Dib asked, remembering back to Deed's first day back, how she'd freaked out about the Irken flag.
"Irkens. Their paks had been severed from their bodies and they all died. The ship's in pretty good condition, though. It's probably bigger that the Voot and Tak's old ship." She mummered, and Dib nodded.
"He's up in the attic, working on the Voot." Thanking him, Deed turned and headed out.
"What the hell?" Deed was met by Zim looking over a few charts. She wasn't entirely sure what they were for.
"What?" Zim asked, looking up at her. Deed shook her head as she saw the word 'pregnancy'.
"Zim, it's not entirely the best idea to get Dib pregnant while we're dealing with a cell eating virus." She said, rolling her eyes. Zim glared at her.
"I was just trying to find out how long the egg should be in him." Zim growled, Deed grinned.
"Well, let's see... I could always go searching through the professor's old files. But then again, we weren't half breeds..." Deed trailed off, blinking repeatedly as a thought struck her. "Aren't there some kind of laws against half breeds?"
Zim blinked at her, nodding slowly. "Yes. But if we're going to kill the Tallests, then I can take their place. It'll take some time, but I can make it so that half breeds are legal."
"Sounds like a plan." Deed said softly, looking at the Voot.
"You think that thing can hold three beings and a robot for as long as it takes to get to Irk?" She asked. Zim looked at her as she sat down.
"Possibly not. I was planning on dropping you, GIR and Dib off on planet Vort. It's closer, but still a while away." Zim said, and Deed shook her head.
"There's another ship we can use." The alien infront of her scoffed.
"What, Tak's old piece of trash? I don't think so."
"I meant the ship that crashed here in the 1940s. It was an Irken ship. That's how I knew what you were." Zim looked at her, slightly shocked. Deed sighed. "It was carrying four passengers. I think maybe we could nab it and fix it up before the armada gets here."
"Where is this ship?"
"Area 51. It's in Nevada." Zim sighed, rubbing his temples.
"See if Dib wants to come along."
