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 Ten
On the Voot, Nevada was only a twenty minute ride. Deed sat back and watched carefully for the base as they passed over the area.
"There!" She pointed down to an old building, and the Voot lowered down to it. Dib looked at it with a raised eyebrow.
They had left GIR home, telling him to stay infront of the tv and not to answer the door. They only hoped that the robot could remember the orders long enough to follow them.
Area 51 was only a large, abandoned warehouse. The goverment had seemingly forgotten about it when the Swollen Eyeball Network had arisen.
Noone could really blame them.
But the ship wasn't the hard to find. It was hidden in one corner, surrounded by other things. It was large ship, oval in shape, painted an old red and emblasoned with an Irken military symbol.
As soon as Zim layed an hand on it, alarms went off.
A mechanical hand shot out, grabbing Zim up by his pak. The sound of the few people still in the warehouse running towards them caused Dib to start to panic.
"Dib, is Zim alright?" Deed's voice cackled over the earpiece. Dib swallowed. "I'm not sure."
"Get the ship out of there. Get Zim and get out of there! Now!" Forcing himself to calm down, Dib looked up at Zim in time to see him fall to the ground. His pak still hung in the grip of the mechanical arm.
Trying not to scream, Dib rushed forward and picked Zim up. He glanced at the pak as Zim winced.
"Hold on." Grabbing the pak from the arm's grip and opening the door to the ship, Dib ran into it and headed for the controls. Starting it up wasn't hard. The goverment had restored most of it. But many of the controls were outdated, and hard to read.
Taking a guess that it operated the same as Tak's ship and the Voot, Dib lifted the ship up and through the ceiling.
He looked down to see guns pointed up at them, and someone yelling at the officers holding the weapons not to shoot in danger of damaging the artifact.
Then he looked to Zim and saw the bloody hole in his back where the pak had been ripped from.
"Deed, we have a bit of a problem here."
Anyother Irken would have died from the situation. The stubborn, arrogant, defective one in his arms, however, was an exception. Dib tried to calm his breathing as Zim opened an eye.
"I thought I'd lost you." Dib croaked, leaning into the gloved hand that wiped the water from his eyes. Zim laughed weakly.
"I'm not that easy to get rid of." He mummered, closing his eyes and tucking his head under Dib's chin. Dib smiled softly.
"So your alright without the pak?" Dib asked quietly, and Zim hummed in agreement.
"Apparently I've adapted enough to not need it. Seems to make sense that one they titled the ultimate defect would be the one that could go without their life-support." Zim laughed softly, and Dib held him a bit tighter. Zim decided that this was as good a time as any to bring up what he'd been planning.
"Dib?" He heard the boy hum softly, and smiled. "When you said that you'd take the chance to have a family with me, you ment it, right?"
Dib blinked, nodding and waiting for the alien to continue. "I've found a way."
"This is great!" Dib grinned at him as he pulled away slightly. "But we'll have to wait until after we've gotten rid of the Swollen Eyeball and the armada."
"Of course."
Deed had gone to working on the ship after she'd bandaged Zim's wound. She sighed as she thought back to the way the Irkens had died.
"They must have suffered alot before they finally passed." She whispered, looking over the controls. GIR was hooked up to the ship's mainframe, translating it for her.
Standing and figuring it best to explore the ship, she headed first into what looked like a chambers corridor. Checking the rooms, she smiled. There were four, but she figured that at most only three would be used. GIR, after all, could bunk with almost anyone.
"We may need to move a tv into one. Somehow I doubt GIR's going to be very co-operative without his tv show..." Deed trailed off. She was going to miss brainfreezies.
Walking out of the corridor, she found a door that lead to a computer room. Then what looked like a kitchen. A medical bay. And finally an empty area that she had no idea what was for.
"Zim might be able to move the lab into here." She said, examining the size of the room. It was large enough for atleast three voots to be carried in.
Then she noticed the lines on the floor, making it look like it could fold out.
"Maybe this is for Voots. Tak's ship could even fit in here..."
