WARNING: ZDAR/YAOI Don't read if you don't like this stuff, and if you don't know what it is don't read :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim, I just love the characers

Synopsis: Well, they finally did it, convinced Dib that there were no such things as aliens, using unconventional means. Now Dib doesn't know what's real, and what isn't anymore. Is he Zim? He must complete his mission!

A/N: this is my first ZADR and Yaoi, please R/R :D

Rated M for intense violence/slash and of course yaoi

"Dib? Can you hear me?" Membrane sat and looked at his son. Dib was slumped forward in the chair, his hair matted with sweat, eyes closed his breathing was erratic. They had to strap him down so he wouldn't hurt himself during these sessions. The wires that ran from his incision to the computer that sat on Dr. Zimmerman's desk.

"Dad?" Dibs voice was quiet, soft, and he slowly looked up confusion in his gaze.

Membrane looked at the doctor and he nodded at him.

"How are you feeling son?"

"It hurts." Dib whispered.

"I know, it will pass soon." Membrane reached over with a towel and wiped Dibs face with it. Ever since they had found him almost dead, he had decided that they needed to try some drastic measures. The explosion had wiped out the entire cities power grid, causing several explosions and injuring so many people. Dib had been lucky that they had found him when they did.

The explosion had pinned him underneath metal and rubble of the building, his right lung had been punctured and he was in a coma. If they had found him any later he might not have made it. That had been the last straw and he couldn't leave his son and his whimsical fantasies run free any longer. He had hoped it was just a phase and the boy would grow out of it, but it had only gotten worse.

"What about Zim?" he asked

Dib licked his dry lips and Membrane could see the cloudiness was receding from his eyes.

"W-who?" Dib responded. Membrane was hopeful with this. It had been the first time since the sessions began that Dib couldn't recount who that was.

"The alien that is trying to destroy the world?" he pushed the question.

Dib blinked at him a moment trying to recall.

"Zim is..an alien?" he blinked again and his eyes seemed more focused. "oh yea the alien, he's.." Dib seemed like he couldn't finish the thought, as if it wasn't there to finish.

Membrane sighed, almost. They were close to curing his son. He nodded to Dr. Zimmerman and the doctor followed him out of the room. He made sure the door was closed behind them.

"As you can see he is responding quiet nicely to the treatments, almost better than we expected." Zimmerman told him.

"Yes, It will be nice to get all this nonsense behind us. How many more sessions do you think it will take?

"I wouldn't expect it to last another week. Then we can move on to just the physiatrist, and some mild shock therapy until it is totally gone."

The doctor had been right. By the end of the week, they were able to move Dib to the physiatrist. He no longer talked about this Zim, or aliens. In fact he had become quiet docile and wanting to please everyone. He took an interest into his own work, wanting to know everything he worked on. The relief he felt that finally his son had come around, wanting to work on real science.

In fact Dib was quiet adaptive, spending hours upon hours in the lab. He should have seen the signs that everything wasn't alright. That something was still wrong. Just subtle things, like Dib quickly changing screens on his computer when he walked into his room. Always avoiding Gaz, would just glare at her from the opposite side of the room. He had even caught him a few times muttering to himself and if Membrane asked him about it, he would just shrug it off saying that he was working out a formula and it helped to talk it out. Yet the physiatrist said he was perfectly normal, showed no warning signs at all.

It was a fluke that he had forgotten his briefcase and had to return home. When he walked into the door he could tell something was wrong. He walked through the house, it felt oddly silent.

"Dib? Gaz?" he'd called out. But there was no answer. He found his way up stairs and found Gaz. Her throat had be slashed, blood soaked into the carpet, her game still clutched in her hand. A strange smell filled his nose, he knew that smell. It was a highly flammable gas, and the whole house seemed to be filling up with it. "Dib!" he yelled out, "Dib!"

Membrane scrambled out of there, wondering where Dib was. He still hadn't put it all together yet. He didn't even have time to call someone before flames engulfed the house. His phone rang. It was Dib.

"Dad?" his voice was shaky, uncertain "Dad where are you?"

"Dib! Dib, son are you alright?"

"I-I'm at the hospital, and I'm scared, there's someone here and, and I don't know what to do."

"Don't panic Dib, I'll be right there."

He got to the hospital in record time. He was panicking or he would have noticed. Noticed how deserted the hallways seemed. The receptionist wasn't at her desk, no patients were waiting to be seen. A few chairs had been flipped over, some papers scattered about.

He walked into Dr. Zimmermans office and came to a dead stop. Blood was everywhere, the walls, ceiling and chairs. He could see the legs of the Doctor from behind his desk. He quickly walked over, but just one glance told him there was nothing he could do. The door softly closed behind him and he turned to see Dib standing there, his own clothing covered in blood, on his face, his glasses. He just looked at Membrane a small smile on his face. His eyes went to the large bloody knife in his hands.

"What is the meaning of this Dib?"

Dib only chuckled and shook his head.

"Stuupid stuupid huumun. Your Dib is no longer here. I killed him, along with his awful sister-unit. " Dib put his hands behind his back and casually walked over towards the desk, just on the other side from where Membrane stood.

"What do you mean?"

"Your Dib was the only one who knew the truth, perhaps the only one who could've stopped me."

"Stop you from what?" a chill was making is way down his spine listening to Dib talk like this.

"From destroying your filthy little dirt planet. I will concur your Earth for the Empire and then the Armada will come and finish off all you stupid worm-monkeys."

"Listen to me Dib, you need to stop this nonsense, stop this madness." Membrane tried to reason with him. "I can help you work through this, we can…"

"SILENCE human filth!" Dib yelled at him as he slammed the knife into the desk top making Membrane take a few steps away from him. "I AM NOT DIB!"

"Who-who are you than?" His whisper was strained.

"I am ZIM, Invader Zim for the Irken Empire, I serve my Tallest. And now that my nemesis is gone, there is nothing, no one to stop me!" Dib pulled the knife out from the desk top, a small wicked grin on his face, a strange light seemed to shine in his eyes. "Except for you."

Dib was fast as he launched himself at Membrane. He pulled back almost stumbling over the fallen doctor. He felt a slight burning along his arm and knew that Dib had sliced across it. He quickly pushed a chair towards Dib, making him stumble backwards. It gave him enough time to make it out the door. Dibs laughter following him, his voice filled the speakers all around him.

"Where do you think you can run too Professor? There is no where left for you to go."

Membrane made it to a door but found it locked, sealed in fact. He turned and ran to another exit and found the same thing.

"Satisfied yet?" Dib chuckled from behind him. "Has your poor worm-infested brain accepted defeat?"

"You're insane, by God you ARE insane." Membrane pressed himself back against the door.

Dib only laughed hysterically at that, "foolish, pitiful humans." He raised the gun he had in his hand and aimed at Membrane and fired. It wasn't a shot to kill, only to maim.

Membrane clutched at his arm as Dib fired off another round into his leg. He couldn't stop his cry of pain as he fell to the floor. Dib walked over to him, placing his gun back behind him in the waist of his pants and grabbed a hold of Membrane and began to drag him across the floor. They reached a set of double steel doors where he opened them up and told Membrane to get inside.

He looked up and saw the staff and other patients within, terrified looks on their faces as they watched them. They looked beaten, bruised, and bloody. He needed to do something, stop his son from whatever madness had taken him. Membrane tried to get up and slowly began to move. Dib turned his attention away from him for just a moment as he seemed to pull out a small computer he began to type into. He used that moment. He pushed himself off the floor and launched himself at Dib, knocking him back hard to the floor.

But Dibs youth was on his side and Membrane's injuries slowed him down. The device Dib had in his hands fell to the floor and he scrambled to get it. Membrane struggled with him, it seemed that piece of equipment was important to him. During the struggle the device slid and landed hard against the wall where it sparked. The explosion rocked the building sending everyone to the ground, the lights flickered, dust and small pieces of the ceiling fluttered down.

Dib gave a hard kick to Membrane and was able to go and pick up his detonator. Another huge explosion ripped through the building, causing more damage and larger chunks to come crashing down. Dib marched back over to Membrane and gave him another kick to his already injured leg and finished pulling him into the room. He felt the slightest tingle as he passed through the door, some kind of barrier. It was a closer explosion that threw them all across the room, completely sealing them in, letting them to await their fate. Even Dib hadn't escaped this blast.

The boy seemed determined and ignored his pain, he had quickly pulled out his gun and kept it aimed on them, and all he did was smile at them maliciously.

"You have no where to go now Dib." Membrane quietly told him. He watched Dib struggle to stand up, could see that his femur was broken or worse by the way it looked. "And you're injured."

"This is nothing for an Invader, human. I shall finish my plans and destroy your planet." That's when Membrane noticed the bracelets on Dibs wrists and frowned slightly wondering what they were. "Goodbye Professor, too bad you didn't have a little more faith in your son." Dib laughed. He pressed along those bracelets and a white-bluish light engulfed him and Dib was gone.

Membrane could only stare wide eyed at where Dib had stood. Fire was running through the building, the place was coming down and would soon bury them. He looked back at the others around him. Yes, he needed to think, get them out of this situation. His mind raced through various scenarios and finally settled on one. The hospital had been built on a labyrinth of underground tunnels, and if they could just somehow get below.

The staff helped, as they knew the building better than he did, and they were able to find a way, the tiniest crack that let them through. Just in time as the building collapsed on top of them, they had made it safely into some unknown place. But their only escape was blocked of permanently by the burning rubble and metal. They gathered together what supplies they had and made their way further into the labyrinth.

The medical personal saw to his wounds and travel was slow through the darkness, with the injured. Some of them didn't make it, Membrane himself passed out several times due to his blood loss, and lack of food and water. It was grueling, but he could only keep one thought in his head. He had to stop his son from whatever madness he was planning. His worst fears were realized as it seemed that Dibs personality had split even further and created this alien personification that seemed to have taken over.

When Membrane regained consciousness he was laying in a Hospital bed, unsure of how he got there. It seemed they had found their way out and were able to get help. He had been in a haze and fever for weeks, in and out of consciousness for weeks after that, they weren't sure if he was going to pull out of it.

As soon as he was awake and aware he contacted the government and began to speak to General Stark about Dib. Unfortunately, he was just days too late. Dib had started his attack on the city. They had to move fast and stop this threat. He was easy to find. Dib assumed he was dead and that no one would look for him at their old house. Membrane was amazed at what they found there, what Dib had accomplished. That sinking feeling within him only grew. If only Dib hadn't lost it, his potential would have been phenomenal.

Membrane stood in the room that held his psychotic son. His wounds had been tended to, barely, and he sat tightly restrained against the wall. They were showing him no mercy in the tight cell they had placed him in. The bandage on his shoulder needed to be redressed but no one wanted to go near him. His leg was in a splint, they wouldn't even cast it. Considering how the people felt towards him at the moment, he was lucky to have that he supposed. But what also disturbed him were the marks along his neck, they looked like some kind of bite marks, and there were parallel claw marks down his chest. He shook his head, not wanting to think about it.

Membrane had made a transponder to activate the chip in his head to knock him out. For some reason it had taken longer to activate than he anticipated. He shook his head wondering what had been going through his head as he held yelled those last words of his.

"What do you want?" Dib asked, not even looking at him

"Son, you are in need of some serious help.."

"I AM NOT YOUR SON!" Dib screamed, "YOU STUPID FUCKING HUMAN." His breath came hard and ragged, rage filled him to the point of irrational thinking.

Membrane looked at his son, "What do you mean by that?" Even though he suspected what Dib was going to say.

"I know the truth" Dib seethed. He laid his head back against the wall, the only action left to him. He was so secured in his restraints that he couldn't do anything else. "I know I am not your son. I hacked into your files long ago, such a pitiful defense system you had. I accessed all your files, stole all your knowledge so I could use it against you and I came across your most important experiment." Dib spat that last word out like it was poison. He pinned him with a dark glare, and then began to laugh "So how have I turned out so far? Your fucking clone!"

"Dib…"

"Zim, why didn't you do it Zim?" Dib whimpered "You promised we wouldn't come back here."

Membrane could only watch as his son withdrew back into his delusion. There was nothing else he could do for him. Everything had turned out disastrous. So many people dead, the city practically destroyed over Dibs instability, his insanity. He turned and left. What could have gone wrong? It had all been so perfect, everything on the cellular level was perfect. But it seemed that Dibs mind had become infested with something that he couldn't have calculated in his equations.

Membrane turned and left the small cell, the agent locking the door behind him as he walked down the hall. He made his way to General Starks, where he had waited for his return. He sat down at his desk, tired, weary, a heavy exhaustion taking over him. He didn't even stir until the General cleared his throat.

"I know this is troubling for you." The General began. "But we do need to move him into a more secured location."

Membrane waved him off.

"Yes, yes of course. There is nothing else I can do for him."

A solider hurried into the room to hand the General a report and some papers. The General looked sharply at the private and then back to Membrane.

"Professor Membrane, what do make of this?" The General handed him the reports.

Membrane looked at them, weird lettering and symbols were scrawled across the pages. A few words in English here and there.

"One of our programmers was able to retrieve this before the place blew sky high, we haven't been able to decode it, we don't even know where to begin. It's almost as if it's an omega code."

"It's possible", the Professor sighed "With Dibs delusion, and seeing for myself the extent of his abilities, it wouldn't surprise me if he had constructed his own language. That would make this impossible to decode with no references to begin with." Membrane turned and looked away as he spoke, his eyes really not focusing on anything. "I am almost done with reconstructing Dr. Zimmerman's program with modifications. You can implement it and use to get the information you need from Dib."

"You are aware he won't survive this, right?"

"Yes General, I'm very aware of that. It should be ready in a few hours."

The General nodded and stood to leave.

Membrane left and headed back to his laboratory to finish what he had started.

a/n rough chapter for me, uggg writing from Membranes pov :( I just don't like him... thanks for all the reviews :D they make my squeedly spooch happy