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Zim placed Gaz carefully on the sofa. Dib fell to his knees beside her, and took of his coat. He sat her up gently, and wrapped the coat around her. Zim stood back a bit from the siblings, analyzing the situation. (Which was becoming difficult with Gir throwing hard shell tacos at his skull)
'Okay, let's see. So Dib-human and Gaz-human are hybrids. Gaz burned in the rain...So, it's very likely that they are part Irken. But then why-'
"If your both...Irken, then why didn't your flesh burn?" Zim asked. Dib shook his head.
"I don't know." Dib said, getting up to sit next to his sister. Gaz's trembling lips began to speak.
"I have..some..theories." She said quietly. Zim walked over to the sofa, sitting on the oak coffee table in front of it. He carefully took out the contacts, and wig. He shook his antennas free, sweat raining down on his skin. ( His wig could get quite hot on those early summer days!)
"Theory one: I have more Irken in me than Dib. Theory two: Since females mature faster than males, it's possible that I'm facing the effects of the DNA sooner than Dib." She said quietly. Zim nodded his head slowly, his beady eyes gleaming.
"Maybe I'm not the only one who belongs on an autopsy table, Dib!" Zim said. He smiled, ignoring Gaz's glare.
Gaz ignored her brother's and Zim's hybrid based conversation. She concentrated on trying to dry off her body. Taking deep breaths, she found she could temporarily forget the ceasing pain if she thought about something else.
' Zim said that Irkens were born in eggs. Once they were born, they were prepared to be apart of the Irken military force...I guess I can understand what our...mother...did. So, I guess that means, we had an unborn sibling. Hmm...I want to know more about our mother...'
"Zim, do you have access to Irken records?" Gaz's question surprised the bickering boys. Zim raised an invisible brow. "What do you want to know Gaz-hybrid?" Zim asked. Dib sighed.
"Would you please just call us by our names. Your on Earth. Call us what every other human would!"
"Geek?"
Dib growled. Gaz sighed and punched him in the shoulder. She hissed. That friggn stung. Apparently, she still wasn't dry. Oops. She made a mental note. And turned her attention towards the alien.
"Are you going to let me see the records or what?" Gaz asked, crossing her arms.. Zim scowled.
"Fine." He grumbled. He didn't know why he was helping them in the first place! He got up off the table, Dib following suit.
"Can you stand?" Dib asked. Gaz didn't say a word and lifted herself up.
'Stupid legs, if you fail me now I'll send you to the pits of freak'n hell!' Gaz thought angrily. Gritting her teeth, she forced her energy to her legs trying to stay upright. Unfortunately, her limbs had other plans.
Zim turned to the girl, and started to taunt the girl.. "To weak to hold your own weight, hybrid-" With a thump, Gaz fell into Zim's arms. Again.
"Well, Gaz, it seems like your making a habit out of this." Zim said. His face was irritant, but a small green blush was forming on his face. Dib was annoyed. The things he couldn't unsee!! (It was a horror that would haunt him in his dreams! Dib swore he was forever changed...)
"Tell me little Gaz, why does your face change colors? Eh?" Zim asked. Gaz scoffed at where he was going.
"In your dreams, E.T.!!" She yelled. Her muffled voice made her comeback less intimidating, but she got her point across nonetheless.
Dib inwardly screamed as Zim picked Gaz up in his arms, and carried her to the small table at the other side of the room. Dib followed, clenching his teeth.
'This is sowrong!!' Dib thought as he and his...other occupants...traveled down the clear cylinder glass elevator. He thought he was going to puke. (Or punch Zim in the face, what ever came first.) One thing was sure. He didn't like the enemyxsister possibility. At All.
Zim was smiling. He was trying to annoy Dib! Gah! The girl in his arms was squirming.
"Let..Me...Go..Zim! I mean it!" She said, trying to push his arms off of her. Zim laughed. Gaz huffed. "I'm not even soaked anymore! Drop me you idiot!" She screamed. He only shook his head. Gaz's head was starting to change to a deep red. Purple. Blue...
The door of the elevator wooshed open, Dib running to the exit. Gaz sighed, and started to push against her captor's arms.
The room they were in was similar to the room that Dib and Gaz got to see when they were decoding Tak's files.
"Drop me now!!" Gaz screamed. Zim's antenna twitched. That hurt. A lot.
"Fine, little Gaz." He said. He dropped the girl in his arms. Using her reflexes, Gaz quickly positioned her body in push up position. Gaz sighed in relief as she hit the floor unscathed. The last thing she needed was an injury. Gaz stood up from her push-up position, and stood by her brother.
They were on the circular platform. The bridge behind the trio disappeared into the platform, letting a rush of air blow against the backs of the alien/ hybrids.
"Alright filthies, what do you want to know?" Zim asked, his claw on a small glowing dial. His other claw on a keyboard.
"If there are any records of a runaway Irken. Pregnant." Gaz said. Zim nodded and typed in the information.
"Name?" Zim asked, turning the dial. Dib cleared his throat.
"Gaz." He said. Gaz raised a brow. 'Oh great, now I'm a junior too...' She groaned and watched as the foreign language appeared on the big screen. Zim scrolled down, sucking in all the information. There was a picture. A picture of there mother. And beside it, words. Zim pressed a button, and whole entire profile was in English. In flashing red letters it said:
Invader Gaz
Invader ID: 157689040
Status: Runaway, KIA
Profile:--
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