Disclaimer: violence, language, angst, and possibly hints of yaoi.
Chapter 7
ideas
Dib woke up around twelve thirty at the sound of the elevator coming down. It was Kim. He looked up at her as she came back in. "Where were you?" He queried. "Out." It was obvious that it was all the answer he was going to get. Dib just sighed and hugged her. "I almost lost you once. I don't know what I'd do if anything else happened to you." She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and murmured an apology. "I'll always be here for you alright?" She smiled up at him and pulled him down to plant a kiss on his forehead. "Okay."
He smiled light and tucked her in underneath the healing lamp. "What was she like before you lost your mother?" The question itself had a puzzled look on Dib's face for several moments before he figured out what she meant. "She wasn't really very old when it happened so I'm not really sure but she was definitely much happier and a lot nicer." He hoped that answered her question well enough. She mulled it over for a while.
"I miss Momma." If Dib hadn't been waiting for her to speak he would've missed it. "What did she talk about to you?" She looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "She only taught me as much as she could. We never had time for idle pleasantries." Dib sighed at that. At least she prepared you for earth." Kim looked over just as Mik entered soaking wet. "What happened Mik?" He looked back and forth between her and Dib. "I followed you from afar when you left." He looked down waiting for her to yell at him. "Thank you for giving me enough space to think Mik. I appreciate it." The little robot looked up surprised. "Aren't you mad?" She only smiled and turned over to get some sleep.
The next morning nobody could tell that Kim had been hit by a car. Everyone that had heard about the incident swore up and down it had to have been a hoax. Several kids began throwing very nasty notes at Kim all throughout skool. She smiled and ignored it. She'd dealt with worse ridicule than this from far more important people. In the middle of third hour she had an idea. Zim would love this. She immediately began sketching out her ideas in her notebook. Without her idea the tallest would never be able to send soldiers to Earth's surface for very long because they'd be rained out. She grinned to herself as she designed a special invisible biomail that would block out all water and allow all natural movement.