A/N: DAMN ME AND ROMANCE NOVELS! -is currently rereading "Can you keep a Secret?"- D: It's inspired me to write the fourth chapter. Gah. x.x
Summery: When a large problem is proposed to Dib, he has no other choice but to rely on Zim for help. Even though reluctantly the two of them team up, everything goes wrong and the twosome must take flight and go back to Irk. Zim doesn't mind, but Dib is being thrust into a whole different world. How the heck was he going to survive this adventure?
Pairing: ZimxDib
Pairings(to decide): ZimxGir, DibxGir, DibxGaz, ZimxGaz (Very minor, if any)
Disclaimer: It's being owned by Jhonen not me. ;A; Although I do own a paper I wrote about him for my art class. ;D
Warning: -throws some ZADR slash onto the first chapter, laughs watching as people go, realizing there is none, so they read the disclaimer instead- XDD
Rating: T (R in later chapters)
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For most of the afternoon, Dib pretty much skipped out on classes even though he knew he'd regret it desperately later. He spent his time under a set of stairs he so came to love when some of the jocks were after his, as they put it, "alien-raping hide". Nobody came here, seeing as how these stairs were located directly next to the teachers' lounge so he was safe. For now. Who knew if Zim would find Dib then trick the jocks into finding him and trying to beat the living crap outta him. Mostly the teen avoided such things, simply because of his speed. They were powerful and large, but...slow. The only reason he never quite beat Zim was because of the Irken's speed. Better than Dib's, but he was getting closer to start matching him.
Sighing quietly, he leaned against the wall as a few teachers and the occasional student marched up or down the stairway. It was dark and he wore dark clothing so he blended perfectly. It was lunch time now so nobody would miss him anyways, as he chewed on a grilled ham and cheese sandwich as quietly as he could. Every time he took a bite, the toast would crunch making Dib wince. He'd have to personally disassemble any and all things that could be used to make toast the next time he got a chance. Throwing the sandwich back into the bag none-to-quietly he pulled out a banana and pealed it, taking a bite off the end.
Yum. Still a bit under ripe, so it was firm. But ripe enough to be sweet. Yes. A nice, quiet banana. He finished that off quickly enough, before putting the peal into the bag. Gazing out from under the stairs, he deemed it safe enough and moved out to throw the trash away. So far, so good. He turned around, only to come face-to-face with Zim. Out of a habit of not wanting to be very close to the green-skinned teen, he took a step back before scowling at him.
"What the hell do you want Zim? I'm kinda busy right now…" he growled.
"Hmhmhmhmhmhm…I've found you finally!" Zim said, ignoring the question. He glanced behind himself at the stairwell. "Yes…you look rather busy. HIDING LIKE A FILTHY WORM BABY!!" He cackled insanely, and Dib's eyes widened before tackling him to the ground, both of them effectively sliding under the stairs. Pulling Zim underneath, he shoved him against the wall with a hand over his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up. You want everyone to come and find me?!" he hissed quietly at him, eyes narrowed. Zim returned the glare, wig sent slightly askew as an antenna poked out slightly. The Irken slapped the hand away, before fixing his wig pointedly, glaring at Dib the whole while. However the other ignored Zim completely, gazing out from under his hideaway as a small group of rather large people crept towards the stairs.
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no…
"Shit…" Dib cursed to himself. Zim glanced at Dib, curious, before glancing from underneath the stairs as well. Eyeing the jocks who were laughing to themselves as they moved closer, he gazed back at Dib. The paranormalist was way more afraid of any damn jocks then Zim, the Irken noted, as a thick arm shot out, grabbing Dib and pulling him by the front of his shirt into the open.
Zim stifled a laugh, tempted to sit and watch. And for the moment he did.
"So. We finally found you. Took you long enough to show up." The guy that had grabbed Dib was far taller than himself, towering over his thin frame. He had nappy brown hair, and a beefy well…body. God was he scary. "We owe you your daily swirly. About twenty times though." Beady eyes narrowed. "You escaped way too many times so you've collected quiet a bit of debt. Time to pay up!"
Two other guys grabbed Dib roughly, holding him by the upper arms, effectively dangling him a few inches off the ground. The ring leader grinned manically, rearing his arm back to aim a punch at Dib's exposed stomach.
"W-wait! I thought I was getting swirlied twenty times!" Dib exclaimed, going paler than the normal color of his skin should allow. One of the lackeys holding Dib chuckled stupidly, grinning down at him.
"Nah, boss changed his mind. This'll be a lot more satisfying." He rumbled, lips curled back in an evil sort of way. "Boss" nodded, before swiftly punching Dib in the stomach. Dib arched into the punch, gold eyes going wide as a bit of saliva flew from his opened mouth a soft choking sound following.
Zim watched with amusement, trying very hard to ignore the loud whirring sound emitting from his Pak. He knew only he could hear it, but damnit it was getting irritating. Suddenly a voice said within his head, "Partner is being attacked. Help." Zim growled, continuing to ignore the voice as it kept repeating slowly and clearly the same line, as he watched the beefy male land a rather hard punch to Dib's stomach again. That made a giggle escape his throat, but was drowned out by the voice repeating itself a bit louder. Oh how he wanted to rip his Pak off and get the voice to stop talking. It wouldn't though. Not until the equation was corrected. There was an error, and Zim could fix it so his Pak would bug him until he did.
"Fine! I'll go help the stupid Dib-worm!" he growled to his Pak in Irken. Again, nobody could hear him, just his Pak, as he stooped from underneath the stairwell to approach the bully effectively punching Dib's lights out. He tapped him on the shoulder, and irritatedly he turned around only to have a fist connect with the side of his face roughly.
"Boss?" the two other males questioned, watching their leader twitch on the ground, groaning slightly. Zim approached the other two, eyes narrowed into slits.
"I suggest you step away from him unless you want that to be you as well." He growled in a menacing voice. They stared at Zim wide-eyed, before simultaneously letting go of Dib's arms. They moved forward, grabbing their friend, dragging him off down the hall in a panic. Dib was too out of breath to stand, as he fell forward. Reluctantly Zim caught him, dragging him under the stairwell to prop him against the wall. His Pak was still whirring and he had no clue why. He was going to rip his antennas off, before the voice said simply, "Make sure partner will live."
"Of course he'll live!" he snapped back at it in Irken.
"Make sure partner will live." It replied. It was a computer, there was no reasoning with it. Ready to tear his face off in aggravation, he kneeled in front of the slightly delirious Dib.
"Dib-human," Zim grunted, looking like he was going to kill his Pak. "Are you alright? You're going to live aren't you?" Dib gave a soft groan, before looking up and grinning a bit crookedly, reaching a shaky hand to fix his glasses slightly.
"Duh. I'm not dead and I don't plan on being dead any time soon…" he mumbled, taking quick sharp breaths as he rest a hand over his stomach.
Finally! The whirring stopped and the voice disappeared, so all was truly silent. Zim watched Dib for a while longer, until the other spoke up again. "Why the hell did you come to my rescue? I didn't want it, seriously…"
"Hah! I didn't help your hide of my own kindness or anything ridiculous like that. My Pak…when we agreed to be partners, your words triggered a program in my Pak that made it so that if you're in danger, it bugs me until I go help you. If the case is that I can't help you in any way or form, my Pak deems you dead and no longer my partner." Zim stated flatly, glaring at him. "So don't flatter yourself into thinking that I care about you to go and help of my own will. It's just a program that makes me do it."
Dib gave a shaky laugh, before a sick sort of look washed over his face. Despite his pain, he pushed past Zim and scrambled to his feet, before leaning over and retching into the can located in the hall.
A door swung open suddenly, a teacher poking his head out. "Both of you! Keep quiet out here or I'll send you both to the office! Now shush!" he growled, before withdrawing.
Zim could only stare at the door, wondering why Dib would want to save any of these people as more sickening splashes were heard, Dib's lunch hitting the bottom of the can.