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
Zim had watched Skoodge leave and was about to tear the jacket apart that was in his hands. He scowled at the others and ordered them to get back to work. Suddenly everyone had something to do and somewhere to go. Anything than having to face the furious Irken.
His hand clutched in the jacket and he looked down at it a moment, than tossed it down on the floor. There was a soft clacking sound and Zim turned to look at the Irken disc that had fallen out of the pocket. He just stared at it a moment before picking it up and holding it in his hand. Then he slowly bent and picked up the jacket and went and sat down in the command chair.
At first he hadn't wanted to believe Skoodge, denied it, but the evidence was there, had always been there he just never wanted to see it. He had always tried to be the best Invader, to please his leaders. But it was painfully obvious that the things he had learned were true. Tak had been right.
But why did it hurt so much? Was it because of the Tallest? No, he had admitted to himself that much. No that wasn't it. He had seen the Tallest do worse to others, public executions, humiliation, torture. It had become almost expected to be at the mercy and whim of the Tallest. Then why?
That human, it was his fault. The reason Zim was here now, a traitor, had been given no say in the matter. He had gone behind his back to, to… To what? Make him Tallest, keep him safe, and why? Because the human didn't want to see him die? A year! A whole year he had known and had been plotting, planning. Doing his mission, conquering that horrid dirt planet, all because..
Zim didn't want to think about it, wanted to hold onto his anger, wanted to forget about him. Now he would become the Tallest, had to become the Tallest or he would be executed. Dib had even given him an army of sorts. NO, Zim shook his head. He would not speak his name ever again, the backstabber. Then why did that cause such pain in side him? It made him shift uncomfortably.
Why hadn't he told him? But Zim knew the answer and he didn't like it. Zim wouldn't have believed him, would have probably killed him for even suggesting it. He looked at the disc in his a hand, trying to decide if he should crush it and just forget about him. His claws clenched around it, squeezing it hearing it give a small cracking sound, and then released the pressure not being able to destroy it just yet.
After staring at the disc for some time Zim pushed it into his consol and watched the small screen pop up and Dib's face came into view.
"Hey Zim, I guess if your watching this then it must mean that I didn't make it. I'm sorry. And you're probably really pissed too. And I hope you will forgive me for all of it someday. I, I just wanted to tell you how much you have meant to me, you have been the one real, steady being in my life and I don't know what would have become of me without you. And even though I don't remember my past all that well, I'm glad I met you. Try not to destroy too much of the Universe, they need you right now. I love you my Tallest."
The screen went blank and Zim just continued to stare at it, his claws digging into the armrest. His breathing was erratic. Love? He loved Zim? His Dib loved him and he was going to die. He wasn't going to able to yell at him, hurt him, punish him ever again. Never was he going to be able to run his claws through that hair of his, play with that piece that always stuck up, hear his laughter, or sighs, or have him argue back at him.
By the Tallest, but, he was the Tallest now. Zim was the Tallest all because this human loved him and didn't want him to die. Selfish, stupid humans and their emotions, trying to protect Zim. A simple frail, human who needed Zim, trying to…
"Dib?" He croaked out. "My-Dib?"
But he knew there wouldn't be any answer. Dib was already gone. He clutched the jacket to him. Gone, he was gone. His Dib was gone. Zim's cry filled the entire ship.
Dib sat against the wall of the small ship. Physically he was fine, but emotionally he was mortally wounded. It felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest leaving a huge gaping hole. It filled him with such emptiness, an emptiness that threatened to swallow and consume him. He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat.
The small ship was quiet as they glided stealthily through the small ships that protected the Massive. Their pilot was very skilled, a Vortian who was very familiar with the design of the Massive. He easily pulled up to the appointed spot and softly attached itself like a parasite to the Massive's underbelly. If Dib hadn't been hurting he would have been impressed with his skills.
The others went to work and began the slow process of cutting into the outer haul of the Massive. This in itself would have been near impossible, but he had improved the cloaking device and besides, who would dare break into the Massive unless they had a death wish.
Did he do the right thing? That inner voice was laughing and it made him cringe, he couldn't wait for the Tallest demise. But Dib wanted the real Zim, wanted to hold him in his arms, run his lips, his tongue over his green skin, feel those claws dig into his back. At least he would be safe, as long as the Resisty did their part, he would make sure this part of his plan would work. He had to make sure it worked, no matter what.
A hand reached out and touched his shoulder and he looked over at the human, he'd said his name was Jackson or something like that. He signaled that they were through. Dib nodded and pulled his goggles on as they all activated their individual cloaking devices. It had been difficult to create these, it wasn't that they could clearly see each other, they still appeared ghost-like still almost invisible even with the goggles on.
Herin, an Irken took the lead as they slowly made their way down the corridor. They had to stop here and there when a patrol or soldier came along and press up against the side of the wall. They weren't going to engage unless it became absolutely necessary. The Contender had to reach the Massive first, and then Zim and Skoodge had to be within range of the Tallest before they could actually begin the procedure. It all came down to timing.
They neared the control and engine room. This was where it was going to get sticky. This room was guarded and it wasn't like they could just waltz right up and enter. The other soldiers quickly and silently took them out and Herin and the other Irken deactivated their cloaking devices, slipped into the uniforms and quickly took their places, placing the cloaking devices on the bodies to hide them.
They entered the room, Dib pressed a button along his bracelet, initiating a small quick impulse that would signal the Contender that they were ready. Now all they could do was wait.
Zim paced, he couldn't sit still anymore as everything seemed to be crashing in on him. It put everyone on edge but he didn't care. He'd glanced at the screen with every pass, waiting. All he could do was wait and he hated it. He wanted to blast in there and destroy things. But if he did that it would mean certain doom to his Dib. That thought brought a pang of panic to him. No he would NOT die, he forbade him to die, not until Zim could tell him. Tell him Zim had been wrong. Those words tasted bitter, but the fear of losing Dib was worse.
Skoodge had returned back to the bridge and sat watching the monitor and would look at Zim nervously now and then. They neared the Massive at an infuriatingly slow pace.
"Can't we go any faster?" Zim complained
"You know we can't my Tallest." Skoodge replied for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Zim growled in frustration and went and sat down, his hand absently running over Dib's old jacket that was draped over the side.
A Scikerin came forward and offered a drink to Zim, her insect-like body seemed to quiver slightly, her four legs seemed on the verge of running off at the slightest hint of displeasure from Zim.
"T-Tallest?"
Zim quirked an antenna at her, sighed and reached for it. "Thank you." He muttered. The Scikerin seemed pleased by the compliment and turned with a smile on her face.
What was Dib thinking when he joined up with this rabble? An alliance? Giving freedoms back to these races after having been conquered for Irken glory? He had carefully read through the contracts and agreements that had been made already. It wasn't like Irk was losing anything, and Zim had to grudgingly admit that it did seem more profitable. The possibilities were there.
Even Skoodge had felt uneasy at how quickly he had assembled so many Irkens in so short a time to throw a coupe against the Tallest. Were things really that bad within the Empire? He sighed and set the drink down without touching it.
"He's going to be okay." Skoodge told him.
Zim kept his composer, his back straight in the chair, his antennae stiff as he listened for anything out of the ordinary. On this ship he was Tallest and would act as such. But on the inside he felt cold, empty.
Zim only nodded at Skoodge. They were finally arriving at the massive, heading to the bay they had been directed towards. Everyone took their place, those who would be taken as prisoners of the most important to be handed over to the Tallest. If all went according to plan, hopefully they wouldn't have to remain prisoners for long. The rest of the troops were hidden with the ship, waiting for the signal that would launch their assault.
Skoodge had brought aboard a small Irken, just a janitorial rank to command the ship after they disembarked. He would be the main contact for when the combat started and in control of the Massive when the power transfer was complete. Zim had no plans to immediately return to the ship, he had something to retrieve first.
"Are you sure he is up to this, he looks small even for an Irken." Zim said.
"Lortz is very smart and ambitious, much smarter than the Tallest give him credit for. He kind of reminded me of someone." Skoodge replied a small smile on his own face.
Zim scrutinized him, eyes narrowed. Was he that size once? The small Irk stood still and proud before Zim, not even wavering under his glare and then Zim grinned and patted Lortz on the shoulder.
"Yes, you will make a fine Irken soldier."
Lortz grinned back and saluted.
"Thank you my Tallest."
It was just at that moment that Zim's antennae picked up on the slight signal. So quiet, and brief. He quickly looked at Skoodge who nodded at him. Dib's team had made it to the engine room. Now they had to do their part. Kill the Tallest.
a/n: Invader Ang: Arrr matey ;D, I am the same way, mess with my friends and I'll make you hurt. ^_^
strapped-in-a -strait-jacket: Hehehe, I have a lot of these last chapters already written out, just have to add in a little extra so it doesn't take me long. And its getting more exciting :D
BBC210: Hey my friend! I know what you mean. Some of the angst is hard for me to write sometimes as well :(, but I do luves it, Ya, I'm pretty messed up lol. This story is getting closer to the end, then i can get back to the other one I'm working on lol.
Turquoise ebonyfox: I love skoodge hehe, he is fun to write too!
Darkdagers: Thanks you! hehe skoodge.