All I Want For X-Mas
Chapter Three, Part Two

The alien dug himself out of the snow bank, scowling unhappily. Now he was cold. He caught a glisten out of the corner of his eye and gasped when he saw his daggers. He broke into a run, snatched up the two beautiful knives and held them close. Dib walked over to stand next to the irken.

"I can't believe…it's been four years…I thought it was dead. W-we sent it into space." He shook his head. "How?"

Growling, Zim spun on the human. "Because I created it!"

Dib blinked, before his expression mimicked the alien's. "Well, We have to do something." The teenager felt a string rush of that familiar emotion; the one that had motivated him for years to be the savior of this fellow humans. If it was possible, the alien's grimace grew ten-fold.

"Like what? That thing," A sharp finger shot outward at the huge glob of jolly old man, as it stumbled around, sucking up Christmas energy. "nearly killed us the last time we took it on! What can we do?" Zim would've much rather gone home, and ate sweets in a cocoon of soft, fuzzy blankets. MAYBE take the Dib-thing with him. Maybe.

Dib's face darkened, sharpening. "I don't know. But, the town will be destroyed. Maybe even the world and I won't let that happen. "The irken blinked uncomprehendingly at first, taking in the determined expression on the human's pinkened face. Dib pulled out the deadly laser from his pocket and grinned.

"Why don't we use our gifts to take down this greasy fat man?" Zim saw in the golden eyes that solider. The one who didn't hesitate to do what was nessacary and with no thought of self preservation.

The alien scowled, thinking for a few seconds. This was Earth. The place he'd wanted to destroy for so long. But, now that he was living here indefinitely…might as well protect it and get as much fun out of ti as possible.

"Move out of my way, Dibbling." Zim shouted, shoving the teenager. "I got a jolly fat man to annihilate." Dib's uncertainty grew into a large grin, as he followed along behind his alien.

"I'm right behind you, Alien-Monster." Dib replied cheerily.

-**-**-**-

They planned, or at least Dib attempted to plan while Zim bounced up and down eagerly. "Come on, come on, come on. Give me two minutes with that Santa suit and I'll destroy him!"

"Zim, no. We have to plan this carefully. If we go in there with no idea—"

"Who cares?"

"I care!"

"That doesn't matter! Come on!" Zim screeched, getting overly excited and jumping on top of Dib, digging his claws into the boy's neck.

"Ow! I hate you!" They spent a good three minutes bickering, in which Zim drew blood, Dib whined like the angst-y emo boy he was and people screamed, the Santa having knocked down several buildings. "Fine! We'll do it your way. But, if I die…I'll haunt your ass forever."

"GREAT!" Zim finally released the teenager, and put both hands on his hips, 'sniffing' the air. Dib scowled, rubbing his neck and watching the irken who raised a hand and pointed at a telephone pole across the town. "There! We can electrocute the fat man to death! MWA HA HA!" Dib rolled his eyes while Zim rubbed his hands together evilly.

"Sure, Moron. You go do that. I'll distract him!" No use in talking anymore, he figured, nodding once at the irken before running off, deadly laser attachment gripped tightly in his left hand. Tiny elves were separating from the suit, giggling manically and gathering decorations, screaming people for their master.

Dib ran in a circle around the giant ol' man. "Hey! Santa! Look at me! I've been a bad boy. Destroy me, you old creeper!"

Utterly befuddled, the Santa spun around on his eight spider candy cane legs, crushing several people in the process. The human winced, before his eyes widened as the Santa roared and began to come at him. Dib screamed and began to run in the direction of the telephone pole. The little elves seemed to notice their master's goal and began to chase after him too.

Dib cursed, "That alien better be doing his job."

-**-

Zim panted as he ran over the hill, seeing the evil Santa as it stampeded through the town. His feet were cold, and made scattered tracks in the snow. Frantic, the alien felt the tiniest bit of uncertainty when he heard the faint scream of the human-Dib.

'He'll be fine. Your solider will be fine.' Zim scoffed, at the absent thought, catching sight of the telephone pole as he spun around a slippery corner. Of course, blocking his way was a plethora of screeching idiots, dogs of all shapes and sizes, fallen Christmas decorations, evil elves and worst of all…children.

He withdrew in horror, before straightening up and running in head first. "Move it! Out of my way, flilthes!" When he came out the other side, he felt traumatized but, triumph. His spider legs came out and dug themselves into the wooden post, helping him climb up and up and up.

From the top Zim could see the Evil Santa as it stormed through the city, completely obliterating whole buildings like they were chips to step on and crunch up. Dib looked so tiny next to something so colossal. For the first time, the Irken doubted his plan.
"No. It will work. My plans always work."

Dib screamed in that high pitched way of his, beginning to run backwards so he could pull out his Deadly Laser Attachment and activate it. Red blades of light shot out and made an audible sizzling noise on the delicious candy legs. "HA! Take that you giant pedophile! Your clothes won't be the only thing that's red when I'm done with you!"

Said leg crashed down only a few inches from him, causing a frightened squeak to escape from his mouth that at any other time would've made him completely embarrassed. To his relief, he could see Zim on top of the pole.

"Now, Zim, Now!" He flailed. The irken shook his head, knowing that this had to be timed with precision or else it wouldn't work and they would fail.

Dib kept running, pressing himself up against the pole as Santa grew closer and closer. Red, bloody drool dripped in large amounts from the Jolly Fat man's mouth as its giant, clawed tongue blasted out from the depths.

"ZIM!"

The irken withdrew his new daggers and with one quick movement sliced the power lines. The wires jumped with electricity that had nowhere else to go. Sparks danced and the lines conveniently flopped only a few centimeters from Dib before bouncing back up again and hitting Evil Santa.

The rubber and the mysterious Vortian substance reacted with the electricity, quickly expanding. The eyeballs swelled to almost twice their size before they burst. Dib curled into a little ball to escape the oncoming rush of violent red liquid that exploded all across the town.

The little elves shriveled into nothingness and everything that had been sucked into Santa for the X-mas energy fell out in a heap. Screeching in agony, Santa dashed into space to gather power until the next year.

Dib spluttered, pulling himself from the mess. People cheered, but not for them but for the fact that tons of soggy presents littered the streets. "Zim?"

He spun around and saw a small indenture in the snow in the shape of an irken invader. The teenager gasped and looked in the hole. "Zim?" The irken made no noise, having gotten the brunt of the blow, plus a neat electrical shock from using his metal daggers against highly electric wires.

The teen dragged Zim out of the snow and brushed away a glob of Santa flesh. "Zim? Are you okay?" His voice cracked, obnoxiously. "Hey…Zim. Wake up. Wake up, you dumb alien!"

A clawed hand smacked the left side of his face. "Oh shut it, I'm fine. Stop whining."

Zim groaned, opening his eyes to see the rather upset looking boy who suddenly snatched the alien to him, fusing their mouths together. Zim let it happen, if only to appease Dib's minor panic attack. Plus, the boy was warm. Too warm to be fair.

Before he knew it, his arms had wrapped themselves around the human's neck.