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 Thirteen

The week had already passed. Dib started having stomach aches more often. Deed was upset that she wasn't able to pick on her brother for showing.

The egg needed to be removed by cesarean section. Or, in other words, a small incession over where the egg lay in Dib's abdoman.

Dib was holding converation with Deed and Zim the whole time.

"You know, I think I remember the day you were born." Deed said, watching as Zim moved the large, artificial egg into an incubator. Over the next few hours it would grow and break when the child was big enough.

"So what happened?" Dib asked, looking at her. Deed laughed.

"You were in a test tube for a week. I remember wandering into the lab and asking mom what you were." Dib shook his head.

Zim watched the two, wondering if it was good time to raise a question.

"You've got something on your mind." Dib said, looking at Zim. He blushed purple, looking away.

"Well.. I was wondering what religion you two were." Deed and Dib looked at each other, blinking.

"Uh, I'm atheist. But Deed's wiccan." Dib said, looking at Zim.

"Why, are you think of introducing religion to Irkens?" Deed asked, watching him.

"Yeah, thinking about it." Deed's eyes lit up.

"Oh! Well in that case!" She smiled widely, and started listing off religions.

Dib sighed, reminding himself not to say anything else about the matter.


The baby had been a boy.

Deed had taken the liberty of naming him, seeing as how Dib and Zim were both reeling from her explaination of religions.

So was the birth of Core.

He was a normal looking kid, no sign of green skin or antennae. He even had ears.

But his eyes were a ruby red where they should have been Dib's hazel.

GIR had taken quickly, loving babies as he did.

And Dib started to freak out as he realised there was a law against half breeds.

And Deed and Zim had to calm him down. It was followed by three pots of coffee and considering another child.

They still had five and a half months till they got to Irk.

Deed made a silent prayer that they would survive the rest of the time.

Zim had pitched his idea of dropping them off on Vort.

Dib had turned it down, telling him that they needed to stay togather.

Watching the two, Deed decided on something.

"Hey, Dib... how about I give Zim a taste of Wiccan religion?" Dib blinked, raising an eyebrow.

"Elaborate."

"I was thinking a wedding." Deed said, and laughed as Dib's eyebrows shot up. "Of course, I'd need a priest for that... I suppose GIR could substitute, though. Or we could just do one without either."

"Let me guess, you brought you're bottemless trunk along?" Dib asked, and Deed gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's not bottemless. But yes, I did."

"Sis, I'm atheist. Meaning, I technically do not need a wedding." Deed stared at him.

"Actually, your a Rationalist." Dib rolled his eyes, looking back to GIR and Core.