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...
Note: Deed wants to blow up the planet because... well, she'd just morbid like that. However, she is starting to change her mind... a little. And Dib's finally given up all hope on humanity...
Chapter Eleven
"Finally." Gaz growled, looking at the dark figure on the screen of the computer.
"I told we don't have time for petty leads--"
"They're with the alien." Gaz snapped, cutting off Agent Darkbootie. This was the fourth week of trying to get ahold of them. She wasn't exactly in the best of moods.
"The Zim character the Agent Mothman was always going on about? You know where he lives?"
"You know where Mothman lives?" Gaz asked in turn. Darkbootiestared at her. "Yes."
"Just down the road. It's hard to miss."
The Irken Armada was entering Earth's gravitational field just as the Swollen Eyeball found their base.
Dib grinned as he noticed how perfect it had been timed out. Zim was on his feet an walking within three days, something about advanced alien healing. Deed and GIR had gotten the ship into perfect condition, and Tak's ship and the Voot were both packed away in it.
Deed had offered to be the one to get the Swollen Eyeball into the Irken ship and and free the virus into their air. Of course, she knew she wouldn't come out of it completely unscathed.
By the time the Swollen Eyeball had followed her into the snack hold, the Tallest had started to fend her off. Darkbootie glared at her as she looked between the two of the forces.
"You're about to make a huge mistake." She mumbled, giving a small, crazy smile. The Tallests came towards her, and she clucked her tougne.
"Oh well...Syanora, idiots." She released the virus in the form of a smoke bomb, got her skinny little ass off the ship, and sealed the door behind her.
The neighborhood had seen the ship, and Dib was cursing them for not even caring. Not that it would matter after long.
Their small ship tore out of the atmosphere before the rest the armada even knew what was going on.
"I told you not to go in there." Dib growled, wincing at the site of the rash that had spread over parts of his sister's flesh. She laughed, smiling up at him painfully.
"You did make a cure, right?" She asked, barely above a whisper. Dib shook his head. "I'm sorry. But it doesn't look like you've got the brunt of it. Let me run a few tests..."
Deed groaned and lay out on one of the tables in the medical bay.
"How is she?" Zim asked, and Dib sighed.
"She's got an isolated case. It's in no danger of spreading to us. However... she's going to die eventually. Our genes should put it off for a while, but she won't live forever." Dib removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So, what about this whole 'family' thing?"
Zim shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the diagnostics infront of Dib. "Are you sure we should do this now?"
"We could wait for a few hours, see if Deed's rash is going to heal any." Dib suggested, turning back to the window that showed his sister. He blinked as he realised she was sitting up.
"How am I?" She called, looking at her hands. Dib sighed, switching on the intercom.
"Your fine for now." Dib said, and Deed sighed in relief.
"Let's check and make sure that everything's fine with the ship before you two start getting any ideas." Deed said, standing on two wobbly feet and leaving the room.
They had a course set to Irk. The ship was on autopilot. And Earth was currently just a ball behind them.
Deed made a mental note that she was right about the bedrooms. Three had been used. One for Zim, one for Dib, and one for her and GIR.
They had a tv set up, and GIR was found watching the Scary Monkey show. According to the smell of something burning, the robot had also decided to try making taquitos.
The trio rolled their eyes as they saw the burnt remains, and then the food processor.
Sitting at the counter while Deed set to trying to get the thing to work, Dib looked at Zim.
"So are we just going to stay on Irk or what?" He asked, and Zim looked at him out of the corner of his eye.
"I was thinking we could go to Vort. You'd love the technology they have there." Dib raised an eyebrow.
"But I thought you were going to become a Tallest."
"I am, but all I need to do is set the rules and leave someone to watch over everything. I was thinking maybe Tak." Zim said, watching for Dib and Deed's reactions.
Deed started giggling, while Dib smiled at him.
"So what'll happen to Earth?" Deed asked, looking at what she had managed to make. It was some sort of pizza, but... oh well.
"Probably mauled down into a parking lot planet or something..." Zim muttered, and Dib looked at him.
"It's a beautiful planet. All we have to do is get rid of the humans and de-pollute the resources." Dib said. Deed nodded, turning to trying to get some decent coffee.
"It really would be a shame if we had to destroy it without even seeing Count Dracula's castle in Romania." Deed added, pouting at the sudden thought. She couldn't really see the place destroyed.
"I suppose..." Zim said, sighing. "If you give me some coffee."
Dib grinned, and Deed laughed.
"How do you want it?" Deed asked, tasting what she had managed.
"Black." Zim said, watching her movements.
"Good choice." Deed said, setting a fresh mug infront of him.
