A/N:

A/N: Anyone who believed I stopped this fic needs to bashed over the head. I'm NOT stopping. –Sighs- I merely have writers block… Kind of. The story is still kind of forming. Which I will warn you, NEVER WRITE A FIC THAT ISN'T FINISHED IN YOUR MIND!

You'll end up like me o.0;;;

Warning: Contains… lots of crap really… like AlienxBoy mating that results in weirdness… compared to that everything is just peachy.

Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own… But I like to dream sometimes….

Summary: Umm… Some morefluffy-ish or maybe even romantic-ish ZaD stuffies??

Remember:

"Speech"

Thoughts/Memories

Time Breaks

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Chapter Four-Words Spelled With Four Letters

"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiz!" Zag whined. She spied around a corner, but could not find her brother. The accompanying Minimoose squeaked and floated around her head sympathetically. Heaving a sigh, the girl decided to go and find her parents. Perhaps Miz was with them in the hospital part of the ship.

However, Miz was not with his parents in the Hospital Wing. In fact, Miz stuck himself in the library bit of the ship. He was, at all costs, avoiding his father and especially his dona. If that Irken slime could be called as such.

Five years. Five long as heck years Dib waited for Zim. Miz grunted as he pulled out a book from a shelf, dust flying everywhere and making intricate patterns in the slim batch of light. He read the cover, scoffing and throwing it somewhere behind him as his thoughts grew morbid once more.

Shouldn't that jerk be dead? Miz speculated with his fingers grazing over the spines of many books. Earth books from the appearance of most of them. Miz had only seen a collected few back at Last Port; he assumed Zim must have stolen these from where ever he was held capture before. They haven't told us what happened… But I know he shouldn't be alive…

Although, I guess I can be thankful dad will live… Miz pulled out a book, surprised to find that something had slipped out from between the pages. Blinking, the child kneeled down, picking it up between his four fingers. It was a paper, folded over many times until it was one long strip. A bookmark, he knew, but noticed letters on the inside of the paper.

"Anna-Molly…" he read slowly. He folded the paper back over again and stuck it in his pants pocket, thinking, what a sad poem…

"You know…" Zim murmured against the straining belly. Dib cocked his head to the side sleepily. In the dark of their home on the outskirts of a ruined town, the Irken would trace his claw tenderly across a human's soft abdomen. "I think I would like to be a dona…"

Zim and Dib's Bedroom

Zim was inwardly roaring with triumph, he was mentally jumping for joy, he was happily snuggling with his stolen human who he stole right back. So, like the eccentric narcissistic megalomaniac he is, Zim was hugging the Diblet extremely close to his chest and was fully enjoying the feeling of said Diblet breathing lightly in his sleep.

The couple was wrapped together, swathed in the warm blankets on the comfortable bed. The alien had his orbs closed and was entirely focusing on just the pale human in his arms. Dib's glasses lay on the table with the raven hair mussed and his scythe was cascading around them like gothic silk ribbons.

It was probably best that the Irken had those blood colored eyes shut, since if he were to open them they would be assaulted by the prefect beauty of the pale milk skin being enveloped in the deep emerald that was his own and of the ebony floating around them and gleaming lazily on the dark cobalt sheets.

The half-Irken on the other hand… she could see quite clearly and was quite beside herself for a complete moment. Finally after blinking numerous times and shaking away the magenta blush, Zag spun out of the room, Minimoose trailing behind her and squeaking mutely.

Wow! If only Miz could see THAT! She turned around a sharp corner and leaned on it heavily, hand covering her smile. He definitely couldn't be angry about our Dona then…

"This is stupid, Zim…" the human said, kicking his box under a makeshift bed. The alien turned around and stuck out his line ridden tongue. "The armada will have no issue finding us…" Dib's hand unthinking rested over his swelling stomach. Zim paused for a moment, wary of his incredible urge to sweep Dib away from his problems.

"I told you…" he murmured, walking across the tiny living area to bring Dib's attention from the floor up to his green face. "There's a cloaking device on the house. They're not going to find us." The raven nodded, closing his eyes and letting himself breathe evenly. Zim smirked as he let a gloved claw casually play with the scythe of inky hair.

Zim's entertainment was cut short by a knock at the door. The alien scowled and Gir rushed about their feet, jumping up to the Judas hole and proudly announcing it was the "scary girl with purple bob!"

Ignoring the tiny robot like always, Dib opened the door, Gaz strolling in while inattentively playing her GameSlave. Zim perched himself on the recently dented box with a growl. Gaz was the only person—human worm baby or otherwise—that somehow manages to enter his defenses systems with no problem. She won't give away her secret, but frankly it's probably because she's freaky.

"Info from the outside world," she declared, throwing Zim a newspaper. His spider leg caught it without thinking. Dib closed and locked the door as Gaz's machine quickly let out a squeal of joy. Then she pocketed the noisy thing after saving her level. From the backpack she was carrying, she pulled out a couple bottles and a note pad.

"What are those for?" Dib questioned while padded over to go sit by Zim, who was currently engrossed in the paper. He flipped it absently while hrrumph!-ing every now and again.

"Research. I've got some books back home about preggo's—"

"Pre-what?"

"She mean's pregnancy, Zim."

"Anyways…" the young woman went on with a hairflip, "I brought vitamins for you. I thought it might help. However, I need to ask Zim some questions." At her snooty tone Zim crossed his arms, throwing the paper up in the air for his spider leg to catch. Dib simply rolled his eyes and let the questioning begin…

"Zim…?"

The alien blinked rapidly. Dib sat next to him, pale hands poised above the control center of the ship, his brows tilted upward behind owlish glasses in a worry. Zim shook his head, antenna dropping tiredly.

"Are you okay?" the human questioned. Rust colored eyes closed.

"Yeah," Zim paused, unable to look at his Dib, "Just lost in thought."

"How often does your species have children?" Gaz questioned, legs crossed as she poised on a box opposite the couple.

"Umm… We don't really," the alien confessed with a shrug. Gaz rolled her eyes and marked off something on her little black note book with a skull she was carrying around.

"When you do?" she tried again.

"Well…Back when we were taught in invader school, I remember a robot teacher explaining Irken bonding and how incredibly rare it was. Sexual desire leads to clouded minds, you know," Zim answered with his chin in his claw. Dib was rocking back and forth on his feet lazily.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gaz said, waving her hand, the pen dangling between long fingers.

"So when it happened with Dib… I guess I didn't really think. I should have realized though. The bonding maybe rare, but sex isn't. I heard stories about what some of the older Tallest did. They had sex to gain control of their opponent," the voice took on a thoughtful quality.

"Rape, you mean?" the paranormal investigator inquired with shock.

"Unfortunately. Not many of them got pregnant though. However, one story said that the Tallest mated with a captive—also another male—and what happened was the seed turned into eggs in order to create a child," the Irken explained. Gaz was furiously writing down every word verbatim.

"What happened to the baby?" she asked, barely glancing up in time to see Zim quickly avert his eyes to a nearby window.

"Zim?" Dib reached out, fingertips brushing an antenna.

"They killed it."

"Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag?" Miz walked up and down chrome polished hallways, very put off by the fact he had not seen his sister in a while. The tiny hybrid was jogging down to the kitchen area. He turned a corner and sighed when all he found was a hyper active robot trying to bake pancakes.

"Is that all you do, Gir?" he caustically inquired. Gir pranced about happily. The olive colored boy leaned against the wall, feeling a pout form on his lips. "I want waffles."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO WAFFLES!! EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!"

The robots eyes went red and Miz decided it was high time to get out of there.

Somewhere down the way, Zag finally bumped into her brother.

"What are running from?" she questioned. Miz panted and pointed behind him.

"Crazy robot… waffles… don't ask!"

Zag wisely chose to forget about the incident.

As Miz was leaning on his own knees, Zag saw a piece of paper stick out of his pant's pocket. She quickly plucked it up, the boy not even protesting. She unfolded it and read the words carefully a few times over. "Where'd you find this?" she wondered. Miz waved his hand in the direction of the library.

"I was reading and it was a book mark," he said simply. The girl gave it back to Miz, who then placed it back into its pocket-home. Once he regained his posture, the two set off toward their rooms. Feeling tired from exploring, they wanted to rest.

Dib froze. His hand was protectively cradling his stomach. Zim stood up from where he was seated, clutching onto the hand fiercely. Giant amber eyes blinked behind owl glasses. Bright orbs the color of blood stared them down meaningfully.

"They won't touch you, I promise," he whispered. The human shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the gripping panic.

"Zim…"

"Jeez," Gaz muttered as she too rose from her spot. She crossed her arms and glared at the both of them. "All I gotta say is you both better not get caught; otherwise all my work here is for nothing."

"Thank you," Dib managed to say without a shaking voice. By now he had let his hand squeeze Zim's claw tightly.

"Right then," she said, zipping up her back pack and tossing in her notebook, "I'm off then. I'll show up when I have some more information. And some vitamins again. They're being rationed out."

Dib nodded and the young woman slung on her bag, exiting the house and closing the door softly. Her booted steps leisurely began making their way down the twisting hillside and around the scatters of booby-traps. After a couple of minutes, her presence had dispersed from the lives of Zim and Dib.

Dib gripped onto his alien, refusing to let go for a long time…

"Ahhh, Dib-baby, what are you doing?" Zim purred huskily as he felt those square fleshy fingers stroking his abdomen. The Irken peeked open his orbs to see the human sheepishly twirling his index over a bit of exposed emerald skin.

"You were looking stressed, so I just thought…" Dib mumbled, he momentarily fixed his glasses as they slipped down his nose. Zim smirked, unable to do anything but swiftly pluck off the annoying contraptions. As if on reflex only, the human leaned forward, reaching out for the glasses and then the alien took his chance to wrap a long arm around the slim pallid waist.

Taken aback, Dib fell into Zim's lap. His legs dangling over the sides of the swivel chair and sent them spinning for a moment; the invader happily nuzzled the Diblet's chest. The calmly human heartbeat relaxed Zim and he sighed contented. The raven looked down helplessly, splotches of green and some red his only vision.

"Mmmm, you're so soft…" the alien murmured, breathing against the cloth. It warmed drastically and Dib began to get a bit hot under the collar.

"Ziiiiiiim!" those human hands started to grip onto the shoulders of the being under him.

"Don't whine like that Dibby, I might take you here and now," Zim warned voice completely serious. It still caused Dib to blush like virgin despite age and practice.

"You're such a jerk…"

Zim laughed richly and arrogantly as his human pouted in his arms above him.

"So the C-section thing is really safe?" the alien asked as Gaz was setting down her notebook. Dib was lying on the couch, yawning. He was getting exhausted by simple things lately and Zim was left to do most of the work—which by now he had grown quite use to.

"Well he can't give birth naturally, stupid," Gaz grumbled, seriously regretting explaining to Zim how the next month or so was going to work. What the violet haired woman didn't expect was that Zim had always been taking notes.

"You said humans take only nine months—"

"Females! Human females! We are designed to have children," she snapped, zipping up her backpack. The Irken scowled, his antennas flatting on his skull in irritation. "You often forget the fact Dib is MALE. The longer the baby—"

"Smeet."

"GAH! Fine, smeet!" Gaz acknowledged, throwing up her hands, "The longer the smeet stays inside him, the shorter is life span will become. This is basically a parasite to his body. You're both extremely lucky it even took so well to him…"

Zim was busy staring at the human curled up on the makeshift couch throughout this speech. Gaz felt herself relax as she, too, was mesmerized by such a happening. How could something so profound happen between an Irk and a human?

"I've got to go now. Any longer and dad might figure where I am…" the woman threw the pack on her shoulder and clicked her boots together. Zim shifted his head and nodded. As Gaz started out to the door she paused, hand on the knob, "I'm serious Zim. Dib has to have the child within the next two months… any longer might cause harm we can't heal. Both him and the smeet will have the best chance of survival by then."

Gaz didn't wait for a reply; she just walked out of the shack, closed the door, and meandered on home. She brought up her GameSlave, randomly choosing a level she already beat; just to make it seem like that was all she had been doing.

The sky over head was bloodied… whizzing of fighter jets looked out for the two escapees… Seeing her brother's face plastered on the streetlamps and such was awfully confusing sometimes. The world had literally gone to Hell in a hand basket when the Irkens invaded the planet.

Some cities had built up defenses. Most of the population was flying out in orbit thanks to her father however. Only this place and a few other metropolises dared to stake a defense. Most hoped by finding either Dib or Zim the Irks would just leave…

Only Gaz knew they wouldn't.

There was something fishy going on… it had the distinct smell of lies and secret plots.

Violet locks entangled in the dusty wind and human wound her way down a path of broken rubble. She found her home, placed her thumb on the door handle, and the door swung open with a creaking moan. "Hey dad, I'm home!" she called. "No luck today. We got Jet-Dogs buzzing all over the place. Another Irken delegate might—"

Gaz gasped, feet instantly frozen to the spot as she rounded what use to be the kitchen entrance but was now the New Lab. Her eyes widened ten fold and her pack fell to the floor. Clattering of empty pill bottles echoed in the room, the wafting of notebook pages following suit, and the young lady's breath was much too hard to gain control in so short a span.

"Wha…?"

"Ahhh, welcome home children…"

Dib had sent the children to bed, Zim watching from the doorway, face expressionless as his human read to them. By the time the two were sleeping, the Irken and human were already halfway to their bedroom.

The human sighed, leaning into the lean chest of the alien, heart beating calmly. Zim was being cautious still, claiming they would have to take everything slow and let the Miz and Zag get use to this new environment and information. Dib agreed reluctantly.

"It feels like forever…" he grumbled. Zim twirled his claws across the long scythe hair.

"I could wait forever if I had to…"

"Heh, you're getting better at lying."

"I've had some time to practice."

The two laughed to themselves, walking into their dim and muted bedroom. Zim closed the door, setting up for the mainframe to wake him up in at least eight hours with Dib frowning to himself about all the now dirty pajamas he would have to wash later.

"C'mon, its time for us to rest as well," Zim said, tapping Dib's shoulder reluctantly. The raven nodded, grabbing an old worn out sweater and tossing it on over his bulbous head. Zim merely shed off his stripped red shirt, unbuckling his pants, and hopping into bed after cooling down his PAK. Dib placed his glasses on the counter a few feet from the large circular bed, climbing up and shuffling in under the warm space-designed fabric used for blankets.

"G'night."

"Sleep well, Dibby..."

They curled up on the bed together, like one would see from a pair of kittens separated too long from one another, and drifted off into a slumber with their peaceful breaths warming the air around them…

"Give up alien scum!" a human screeched as he jumped from building to building in the city's outer areas of the public. Lightning flashed overhead dramatically and the alien scum scowled up at the sky, cursing the fleeting weather of the springtime.

The human chuckled to himself evilly as he scaled up the side of a basically glass-plated building.

Zim had been caught off-guard in his pathetic attempt to destroy the school. He claimed to Dib it was a place of relentless torture and, plus, it was absolutely and positively the most boring place in the second case and point. Dib should have been overjoyed Zim was going to blow it and the entire student population sky high.

However, as true as the defense may be, it was still Dib's job to prevent the Irken from doing that.

Not to brag of course, but he did that particularly well; what with finding the bomb after running through the labyrinth of the hallway system, cutting the RED cable, not the BLUE one. Duh. That was, like, 101of how to save everyone from a bomb… too bad the rest of the class wasn't as thrilled with this as he was.

Anyway, at some point in time, the scuffle escalated to a back fire of Zim's cannon blaster and now the alien was hurt and running away. This could be the paranormal investigators chance of a life time at finally getting that extra terrestrial on a metal slab in a laboratory!

With these thoughts of extreme ecstasy pumping through his veins, Dib misplaced his suction cup and almost slipped off the side of the wall. He panted and quickly regained balance of course, but it was still a near-death experience. A hollowed laugh floated through the air, causing Dib to spin his head to the left.

Perched with those mechanical spider legs was Zim, arms crossed and ripped shirt swaying in the oncoming wind of a storm. The alien was lucky enough that the gravitational pull on Earth caused him to grow rapidly, at an even faster rate than that of Dib. Being in space all the time must be the reason his race was so stunted in growth. With no gravity to help you, there could be no physical changes or at least, very little ones.

"You better pay attention, worm-baby! I don't want to have to scrap you off the sidewalk!" the alien shouted out, goading Dib on until his face was aflame in embarrassment at his own carelessness.

"Just you wait Zim!" he called back, yanking the cup out and tossing it toward a closer panel, "When I get a hold of you—" Dib swung down, using the cups to propel him to the side of the other structure, "You're dead meat!"

So Zim openly laughed and scuttled across the roof with Dib right behind his heels.

Dib began dancing around, panting as Zim was anxiously leaping toward other places with more cover. A fine sheet of mist was over males; sweat, tears, and possibly blood. Then in came the dew from the sky. Zim hissed and his eyes scanned over the nearest building with a water tower resting on it.

Nodding to himself, the alien ran to the edge of the roof, turning back to see Dib fling up on to the brick and motor side of the roof. The human spied Zim, heaving himself up and going after him. Gritting his fanged teeth, he glanced back over the other building. A jump about seven or eight feet separated him from safety as the first signs of rain came down from the menacing sky.

Just before Dib's fingers could brush against the back of the shirt, Zim's metal legs shot out again, blasting him from this roof to the next. Dib slid back, growling under his breath as the alien quickly scampered over the shelter under the metal water tower.

Dib swiftly glanced in the region of his being for something, anything he could use to get over to the other side. Zim, stuck under the tower sighed, rubbing his chilled arms. "Give it up Dib! It's a tie today! There's no use continuing to fight! You can't get over here!"

"Never, Irken! I'll get over there somehow! You can't leave until it stops raining! I'll just…" Dib faded off as he paced, trying to locate a ladder, a long piece of wood, heck! Even a rope would do at this point in time!

"That's what I like about you! You're so determined!" Zim smirked, holding his chin in his clawed hands as Dib suddenly frozen, face confused and blushing all at the same time. "It could almost be called cute!"

"Shut up!" he screamed back, holding his cheeks in his hands, willing down the blood.

"You're the one stalking me!" Zim pointed and stuck out his tongue. "You want me!"

"GAH! I SAID SHUT UP!" Dib cradled his head and scrunched up his eyes closed. That stupid bastard was messing with his mind again…He couldn't hear Zim's laughter, but he knew that the alien was probably making fun of him at this point. For some reason… that made his heart ache…

Gulping, he popped his head back up and glared. Zim's amusement was evident, even from far away, and Dib decided he would do what he had to wipe that smirk off his face.

Zim, on the other hand, was surprised when Dib began walking backward, and turning away from him. He called out to taunt him some more, but the breath fell short as the human decided to take a galloping run toward the edge of the building.

Zim gasped as the human's feet violently pushed off the side, thrusting him into the cold, open air of the sky. Dib was feeling victorious for a split second before gravity—that thing discussed earlier—kicked in and he was free falling towards the earth.

Realizing a little bit too late, Dib didn't have the strength or the equipment to give him enough of a boost to cross an eight foot gap from building to building. Four foot? Sure. Double it and it takes all the energy you have.

Closing his eyes he flung out his arms, preparing to be in a completely knew world of hurt—or death, but let's not think about that—Dib was not suspecting at all to be caught mid-drop by a three fingered hand. The human smacked up against the building's side, and made a slight grunt as he felt his socket pop out… strangely enough, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the sturdy grip on his thin wrist.

"Didn't I tell you I had no intention of scrapping you off the ground today?"

Gazing up, the amber eyed lad spotted a gloved claw, leading up to a torso hanging halfway down the building's edge, his other arm straining on the bricks to keep him from plummeting off the roof as well. Dib gaped, seeing Zim's cocky grin on, with that stupid wig all askew.

A bit of water splashed from the inky clouds above, catching the fake hairs in the wig, and dripping down onto the emerald cheek. The alien hissed as a steam of white wisp rolled up only to be cut in half by another streak of rain; the grasp almost loosened, but it was soon tightened.

"W-Why…?" the human questioned, voice shaking. The alien merely smiled.

"I don't want you to die."

Dib was hauled up by spider legs and the two shambled under the tower with Zim rubbing at the tiny burns. It seemed all feuds were forgotten as Dib plopped down on his rear and Zim chucked the evil wig onto the floor, despite it took the brute of the rain for him, and let his antenna wiggle freely.

Silence had ticked by, strangely enough, and neither one actually minded. Water had poured down in a heavy and continuous pace, making sounds of a fainting beating on the metal. The gray world was punctuated only by the flashing of neon lighted signs and dull beams of gold.

There were frequent bouts of icy winds, causing the alien to shiver in his tattered clothes. Eventually he nudged Dib over, using him as a breaker, sucking the warmth from his nearby body. The human frowned, but otherwise didn't mind as he huddled in on himself, thinking deeply.

A drop of water splashed on his glasses and he peered up, seeing a slight prick in the tower base above. He backed away, Zim following of course as his shield moved, and wiped off his lenses. It caused him to giggle when he realized exactly where they were.

The Irken peeked over at him, raising a brow that wasn't really there. Dib leaned back on his one good elbow, bringing up his knees to get comfortable. "You know we are under a WATER tower, right? Should it brake or topple over or anything, you'll die you know?"

"Yeah I know," Zim mumbled as he scratched at his exposed stomach. Dib averted his eyes for some reason, feeling guilty the action even caught his attention. "But you'd save me in the end."

"What? No, I wouldn't!" the human argued, perplexed at the statement. Zim blinked those crimson orbs, his snaky legs lifting out from his packet. Dib backed away as one flew by and stuck to the ground, just beside his arm that was still in use. The sudden weight change and depending on it made him quake under the tension.

"You don't ever think about us…?" Zim inquired, leaning into the human's weak chest. Dib felt his arm about to give out and he bit his tongue. Those free claws dragged themselves through the damp night colored locks, tilting back the human head.

"U-Us?"

Amber orbs stared wide as saucers as one of the digits caressed the side of his face, only to then resolve to snatch the spectacles from his eyes. Zim dangled them from the tips of his fingers and in his anger, Dib didn't think about the hand holding him up as it moved upward to get them back.

"Yes, us…"

About to descend backwards, the other claw still caught up in the dark strands of hair pulled up Dib as he swooped down. The human's mouth opened in shock as it pressed against and suckled on by the emerald being above him. Something slippery entered his mouth, searching and twisting along every crevice…

His blood seemed to pump slower and something from the pit of his heart cried out in utter happiness. Dib's arm draped over Zim's neck, bringing them just the tiniest bit closer as firm lips meshed against his own. His breathing sped up and the scent of the rain mixing with rusted metal rushed up to the center of his brain that told him this was not a dream.

But could Dib push the alien away…? No… for some reason, he very well couldn't.

It didn't make any sense at all… yet… he just decided to chalk it up to fate. Or maybe it was something better. He could care less; all he wanted to do was stay there, in Zim's arms, for a while.

TBC

A/N: Jeezy. Lots of memories in this one. I know some people don't like it but well… that's a main part of the story. It's all about what happened in the past. Sorry.

A bit more of AnnaMolly snuck in. I like that song. It reminds me of ZaDR and stuff.

Oh, and yeah… Zim seems really arrogant in that very cool fashion… is that OOC??

Some stuff for Miz and Zag, and Gaz kind of… not much really though. I was focusing a bit more on the romance (don't worry Dibby, I wear glasses too XD).

Oh and if you can guess what words have four letters, I give you a cookie and a plushie… Hehe!

Uuuuuuuuuuuummm, I don't have much to explain… but if you got any questions, I would be happy to elaborate in the next chapter. I hope you all enjoyed chappy four, the next one will be out… sometime. I don't know when though.

-hangs head in shame-

PLEASE REVIEW! IT FEEDS THE PLOT BUNNIES AND FUELS THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Sincerely yours…

(SteelAgainstIvory)