"Give Me Novacaine"
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Take away the sensation inside
Bitter sweet migraine in my head
Its like a throbbing tooth ache of the mind
I can't take this feeling anymore
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It burned, not the exact response that he was hoping from it. Irritated, he threw the cigarette over the railing, hoping that maybe it would hit some random passerby on their way by. That would make him feel better, since it otherwise was a useless object. After hours of waiting, he was tired of going on someone else's schedule. He never did before and now he definitely had no reason to do anything other then exactly what he wanted to.

He grabbed at the hood on his head as the wind attempted to blow it off. He felt the hair blow down the back of his neck. Grumbling, Zim pulled the wig back to its proper place on his head. Then, out of the corner of his lensed eye, the light went on and off in the room. It was time.

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It burned, surprising him with its intensity. Dib sighed, leaning back on to the bed that one of the new people... Randy Vasyer... a woodworker by hobby, just with a knife originally, made for him with some boards and materials that were brought together for that purpose. If Randy had the actual tools and materials for a professional, he would have a job. But even when Dib suggested that, Randy disagreed. It just didn't seem to occur to him that he had what it took for it. Then again, he might have just thought that he wouldn't make enough money to support his wife and three kids. He seemed afraid that if he had a real job that the rest of the people in the Hotel wouldn't help support him anymore. Dib could have laughed. He thought that everything that he had said so far was proof of that.

After the burning sensation was gone, Dib was left with his pounding headache. He groaned and turned over, accidentally pulling the light chain, bathing the room with brightness. Cursing, Dib yanked at the chain, turning off the light once again. He had forgotten what actual light was like, practically living in the dark for the past weeks. Even in the day it was dark, with the constant rain that had been around. But lately the rain had left and the days were brighter now. He would just have to get used to it again. At least the days were still short.

-
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensation's overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing
So give me Novacaine
-

The tap at the window seemed to splinter in his head, breaking his attempt at trying to relax through the headache. He was about to open the window and shoot whoever was throwing things up at the window when it opened from the outside. A hooded figure came in, closing the window behind him.

"Sara says I'm hallucinating, but I don't think that you'd appreciate that if she said that to your face," Dib yawned, still trying to get to sleep.

"Shut up, filthy Hyuman!" snarled the figure, shocking Dib out of his reverie and sat up straight, his head screaming at him to stop moving, and on a better note, stop existing.

"Zim..." he breathed. "Now I know I'm hallucinating."

"You'll hallucinate when you are killed by the Zim hands of Zim!" he spat, furious beyond all measures. "You destroyed everything! Everything Dib! My base, my SIR unit, everything! Why, by your stupid planet earth, would you do such a thing? WHY?"

"And what makes you think I care about what happened to you?" Dib lowered his face into his hands, barely able to take the noise that Zim was making.

"Because," Zim grumbled, but he stopped there. He looked Dib over, wondering what exactly had happened to his rival. There was no sight of it on him, but he smelled as if he had bathed in blood. Dib as he remembered, talked tough, but had never gone as far as to make something bleed.

"Because?" Dib snorted. "Zim, leave before I decide to kill you. I really don't care whether you live or die. I have enough problems here then to have to deal with the rest of the world."

"Unless you've destroyed it."

Dib let one eye look up at Zim. Zim hadn't grown that much, but the fact that he had grown was probably something strange for his race, but Dib didn't know. He tried to recall what the.. Irkens?.. were like, but then remembered that he did not care. He pulled out his bag and faced away from Zim.

"What is that?" Dib did not reply, making Zim again angry, all curiousness forgotten. All he wanted was that bag in his hands. "WHAT IS IT!"

Zim dove at Dib, causing them both to fall off of the bed, making a cloud of white billow around them.

"Damn it Zim!" Dib shouted at him, getting ready to kill the alien. He stopped, managing to clear his head to see that Zim was having his own problems. A gag reflex had started when he breathed in some of the drug and he was just staggering around the room, trying to stay up right.

Dib took a deep breath in and opened the window, which Zim promptly put his head out of. Dib used that time to shut the window on Zim's head.

"Stink-human!" Zim hissed.

"You know how hard it is to get-" Dib stopped himself. "You said human."

"I learn," Zim growled. Dib just stared at him strangely before going over to the cloud of white and sitting down at that end of the bed. Zim just knew that it was to keep him away. It succeeded, as Zim sat on the window sill, opening it again for fresher air.

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Out of body and out of mind
Kiss the demons out of my dreams
I get the funny feeling, that's alright
Jimmy says it's better than air,
I'll tell you what
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"That is that drug that is making you crazy Dib," Zim realized, finally things falling in place for him.

"I'm not crazy!" Dib shouted venomously back at him. He then stopped, as if he didn't remember that happening as he lied back down on the bed. "Jimmy says it's fine..."

"Who is this... St. Jimmy I keep hearing about?" Zim frowned.

"Haven't you heard? He's the brains of this outfit," Dib sighed. "He's here to save us from ourselves."

"Yes, yes... that's fine," Zim waved it off. "But who is he?"

Dib turned so that he could see Zim again. "Does it really matter?"

"Yes," Zim stated simply. "Yes it does."

Dib laughed harshly, almost making Zim cringe, but he refused to do so. He would not show weakness to Dib. Not that the Dib would likely notice it.

"You wouldn't know if something mattered if it slapped you in the face Zim. And it has, many times."

"Like when?" Zim questioned angrily.

Dib paused. "Some time or another. Most of the time I think. It's been a while Zim, how should I remember?"

"You should still have memories from your twelfth birthday!" Zim shot back. "I know how the human mind works!"

"Get out Zim!" Dib commanded.

"You do not tell Zim what to do!" Zim yelled.

"Okay," Dib shrugged, an awkward feat to pull in an horizontal position, just because the people watching you are not sure what it is that you have just done.

"O... kay?" Zim narrowed his eyes. "That is all? No more trying to throw me out?"

"Why?" Dib continued to gaze at the ceiling again. "You're the most intelligent conversation that I have had in a long time... although I would really prefer it if you were quiet. My head hurts."

"A symptom of that drug, no?" Zim, now that the air was not as thick with the wretched substance, crawled over on the bed and looked down at Dib. "I could fix-" Zim stopped, another painful reminder that his base was destroyed, along with most of his Irken equipment. He couldn't do anything for Dib, even if he had meant it.

"I doubt it," Dib sighed again, looking up at Zim. "Take off those lenses, would you?"

Zim was halfway between arguing and obliging. He hated the lenses with a passion, but he didn't want to obey the Dib-worm. In the end, he took them off.

"Why?" he suddenly asked, thinking he should have probably asked that before taking them off.

"Making sure you're an alien," Dib replied, closing his eyes.

-
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensation's overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won't feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine
-

Zim scowled yet again. "I think you have lost it Dib-monkey. Haven't you've ever wanted to go home? I thought Humans had a strong feeling of home sense, or something like that."

"I don't have a home Zim," Dib kept his eyes shut. "None that would welcome me, anyways. There is no one there."

"Are you certain?"

"Zim, your voice is making my head pound."

"You said we could be friends, when I had no more orders... earth was just a game I could of abandoned at any time. We could have been friends, the only creature able to interest me for this long."

"I mean it Zim, my head hurts."

Zim let out a soft laugh. "I don't think it's my voice that-" Zim stopped as something covered his mouth, Dib's mouth. Zim was petrified as Dib slid his tongue into Zim's mouth, kissing him softly. Zim pushed away instantly.

"What was that Dib!" It didn't come out as a question, for Zim could barely think. He felt his mouth burning, from the saliva that Dib put into his mouth.

"Shhhh..." Dib lied back down.

"Why you-!" Zim reached for a plasma gun or something, before remembering the only weapons he had were in his pak. That made him recall the small reason he had left. Huffing in anger that almost made his vision red, Zim vaulted out the window, leaving it open.

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Oh Novacaine
-

It was later that day when Zim cursed his decision. Not only did he not have the will to face the stupid human again, when he knew it was hopeless to try to fix him, he had left his contacts in Dib's room. His mouth continued to burn and Zim could not get the taste of the cocaine, cigarettes, and alcohol off of his tongue. Sitting on top of the mall, staring at the Dead city, Zim lowered his wig to cover his eyes while his hood covered the back of his head. There, he hoped that the Human pollution would wash the taste from his mouth.

-
Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensation's overwhelming
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me Jimmy I won't feel a thing,
So give me Novacaine

-

"Wait," Dib said to the ceiling. "I'm Jimmy. I could be saving them, but where am I? Where does that put me?"

The ceiling wholeheartedly agreed with him.

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And no. This is not ZADR. This is drugs making people do weird things. If Dib realized what he was doing, he would have probably shot himself. Not before shooting Zim first. But, happily, he didn't realize it and so they both still live. But for how long?