Swirl.
"I love you..." Zim spoke softly, caressing Dib's neck in a sensual but unconscious gesture.
Dib sighed contently.
"You've always hated me."
Zim eyed him carefully. "Yes. But I love you."
"Makes sense, huh?"
"Always did to you." He chuckled humorlessly. "Humans understand these conundrums."
"Oh really? And such a big word for you to use."
"Of course... Zim is genius!" He said with a gleam in his eyes, pointing up to the air, but soon he collapsed on top of Dib in a fit of hilarity. They both chuckled.
"Sure Zim.." Said Dib in a overstated sarcastic tone.
Zim lunched forward and kissed his love's lips, languidly taking his time, slowly licking Dib's lower lip, teasing.
Dib wasn't surprised, in fact, he half-expected it. But he didn't kiss back, though minutes were passing by, and Time was a factor in this.
"Ah," Zim stopped and started to speak. "But you have always hated me."
Dib chuckled. "And...?"
"Well, if we can hate, we can love."
"Well said." Leans in...
Screams...! Gasp, wheeze... "Daddy...?"
Swirl...
Awake. Eyes delirious as if still lost in the dissipated reverie, moans... Screams...
"Dib! OH DIB! Wake up! Something horrible! Just horrible has happened!!!"
Dib shot up, his skin damp and his eyes perpetually intense and dilated, his hands wringing and clenched around slightly stained white sheets.
"Wh-what?"
Betty ran to the bed and sat on the edge, her body movements and language increasingly frantic and impulsive.
"Its... Mariko!"
Dib immediately lost all sensation to feel.
"What about her?" He said monotonously.
"She's... oh Dib! She's dead!" She cried.
Dib shut his eyes tightly, tears threatening to pierce there way.
"Is.." His throat suddenly became dry, and his mind swirled, going, going, going way too fast for his actual speak. "Zim... Where's Zim?!" His voice progressively becoming frantic, stumbling upon his words.
(point and laugh, laugh, laugh...)
"He's... been sedated. He couldn't take it, Dib."
"I need, I need... to see him!" Dib scrambled to find the right words. "He needs me! Please!" He opened his eyes and looked at her pleadingly.
Swirls...
She collapsed suddenly, gasping and choking on her sobs. "Oh God.." The cigarette was still burning. She could smell it's intoxicating, burning stench hanging heavily in the air, as her mind swirled with voices... (How can he be my son?) her mind swirled and she was lost in... shock, pain... she couldn't breath as her lips started to turn blue, and she felt like her insides were twisting, twisting, twisting.
"Need... inhaler..." she rasped, clawing frantically at the carpet, deliriously. "JAMES!"
"You.. know how bad... my attacks... can get!!!" She said, taking in wheezing gasps, through her sobs. (I couldn't tell you then, you were so happy...)
"MOMMY!" Dib cried. Gaz was already awake, looking upon the scene, helpless and wide-eyed as her brother ran frantically down the stairs.
"Get... m-my inhal.." Cough, wheeze, gasp, wheeze.
"Mommy! I'll save you!" Dib exclaimed, running around, frantic and crying, trying to find daddy. "Where are you daddy?!" (I implanted those memories, so you would love them as they were your own... and you have.)
"Daddy...? DADDY!!!"
Swirl.
"Zim's under careful watch, he's safe. I know this is a shock.. so Dib... please."
"No! Take me to him, right now! Our daughter's in danger, can't you see?!"
"In a few days-"
"I don't HAVE a few days, DAMN IT!!! She could die in a few days!"
Betty sighed. "Dib, calm down. We'll talk."
"NO!"
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