A/N: Uwahaha. :3 I love my reviewers as little as they are. Thanks to those of you that keep reviewing. It means a lot to know that someone wants to read my story. Thanks guys:) Sorry this chapter is a bit late, my brother has been a complete bitch about the computer. XD
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: ZADR
Pairings: ZAGR, DAGR, GAGR (Very minor, ZAGR and DAGR one-sided)
Disclaimer: I'm gonna step over a line and say that I own it!! -is shot multiple times, before Jane comes out and revives me-
Jane: Now, what were you saying? --;
Kyo(Me):Um…I don't own it! -runs away-
Jane: There you have it.
Warning: See first chapter. Warning for this chapter…o.O Implications and…ZAGR veeeery innocent and minor…:3
Rating: T (R in later chapters)
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"What is it??"
"Gir it's…"
"What is it?!"
"GIR! It's…"
"WHAT IS IT?!?!"
Dib glared down at the small robot nestled comfortably on his bed, before glaring at the hole in his wall. Zim SERIOUSLY needed to teach that robot how to use the front door. The robot poked Dib rapidly, trying to get his attention. Dib moved a step back, grimacing at the brutal assault on his badly bruised tummy.
"What is it?" he repeated for a fourth time, indicating the bruised spots on his face and stomach.
"Bruises. It's what forms under your skin when you're bleeding inside but the blood doesn't come out." He replied. "Gir, what are you doing here anyways? Why aren't you with Zim?"
Large turquoise eyes blinked at the teen, before he replied happily, "Aww…somebody needs a huuug!" Promptly glomping Dib, he squeezed him roughly around his middle. Giving a pitiful yelp, he pried Gir off and held him at arms length.
"Gir, what the hell do you need?" he asked firmly, watching him with a stern gaze.
"Umm…" he said, tongue sticking out to help him remember. "Oh yeah. Mastah said that you're my Mastah too, Mary!"
"Ma…ster?" Dib asked in confusion. Gir giggled.
"No, no! You're my Mastah. I'm not your Mastah, silly!" Gir smiled, wiggling out of Dib's grip to lick his bruised cheek roughly. The rubber was not pleasant against the sensitive skin and Dib pried him off again.
"Gir, knock it off!" he growled, towering over him. Gir stopped, before his eyes and armor faded into a dark red color. His small hand came up to his forehead in a respectful salute towards Dib.
"Yes sir! Right away!" he said, voice deeper and more serious. Dib blinked, then smirked. This might be fun. However any and all ideas were squashed when he remembered he still needed Zim to save the planet. And also the fact that Gir's eyes snapped back to the bright turquoise color, as he sat and sang quietly to himself.
"Gir, why didn't you use the front door?" Dib asked with irritation and curiosity, sitting next to the robot.
"Mastah told me to make a mess of yer wall!" he replied in a cheery manner. Dib smacked his forehead, groaning as Gir squealed happily. The door slammed open, the door stop breaking and the handle lodging itself in Dib's wall. Gaz stormed in, and completely ignoring Gir, grabbed the front of Dib's coat and began shaking him violently.
"DAMNIT DIB WHERE IS IT?!? I SWEAR TO GOD IF IT'S NOT PAUSED…!!" Gaz growled menacingly, before speaking rapidly in a different language, Dib only assuming all words spoken were the nastiest ones she could think to say in foreign tongue.
"G-G-Ga-a-az!" he cried, Gaz stopping momentarily eyes wide open; they were gold just like Dib's, only dark and menacing. Cold.
Carefully taking her hands off of his coat, he glanced at Gir.
"Gir. Unlatch the front of your armor." He saw the little robot hesitate, before remembering he needed to be firm. "Now, Gir." This seemed to make sense to Gir, as he nodded enthusiastically. Unlatching the grey bit, the blue paneling fell forward. Dib leaned over, reaching a hand in carefully. Avoiding about seven bee stings, he finally pulled out a perfectly healthy-looking Game Slave 10000. Holding it out to his sister fearfully, she snatched it away and glared at the small robot.
Gir smiled happily, closing the hatch to keep the bees at bay. She fixed him with her best, "I'm-gonna-doom-you-until-Mrs.Bitters-couldn't-doom-you-any-more" stare, eyes blazing fiercely. He simply sat there, before tackling Gaz and latching to her waist cooing happily.
"Hug for yoooo!" he cried out in a shrill voice, giving a squeeze. Gaz promptly grabbed his antenna, pulling him off as if he was a piece of paper. He stared her down, before licking her cheek.
"OKAY! That's enough of thaaat!" Dib exclaimed quickly, snatching Gir from his younger sister and stuffing him into an inside pocket of his coat. The robot was small compared to the large pocket, only his eyes and up sticking out of the top.
"YAY! I'M POCKET LINT!" Gir exclaimed happily, wiggling to get comfortable.
"Gir, initiate sleep more. Only for about 20 minuets though. Earth time not Irk." Dib said quickly, scanning the schematics of Gir within his mind. Dib always found something useful lying around the upper floor of Zim's base, and once it had happened to be Gir's blueprints. The originals were in Irken, and it took him a good three months to decode the basics of it. Almost another four months to get tiny details. Zim found out and promptly destroyed the paper, assuming Dib had no more. Hah. He had an excellent memory, he didn't need paper to remember some simple machinery.
"Okie dokie!" he said, saluting once. A soft whirring was heard, before Gir's eyes blanked out, falling still in Dib's pocket. Almost immediately Dib buttoned up his coat, diving to the side as his sister made to pounce on him, itching to take the stupid robot apart.
"Dib keep that hunk of metal away from me or I'll take him apart and shove his VERY POINTY AND DANGEROUS parts in places you didn't even know existed. Got it?"
Dib nodded once, backing against his wall a bit further. Gaz snarled, before sticking her nose into the game again, slamming Dib's door. The 16-year old winced, before glaring at his coat. There was only a very small lump to indicate where Gir way currently resting. Giving a heavy sigh, he stood up, glaring at the hole before moving towards the door. Fingers flexed absently, each knuckle making a loud "Pop!" noise, Dib waited a moment and listened before deeming it safe to go out. Twisting the knob and peeking into the hallway, he was met with empty space.
He made it through the kitchen, then the front hall. Dib could see the T.V. going and Gaz playing her game in silence.
"I'm goin' out, be back later!" he called.
"Don't' expect me to save any bloaties if you come in late, Dib," came the cold reply.
It didn't take long for Dib to get to Zim's He only lived four blocks away. Knocking on the door, he waited giving a shiver. Those gnomes were watching him again.
He heard a growl, before Zim said through the door, handle jiggling, "GIR! Why are you back so soon?" The thick bit of wood swung backwards, revealing an irritated-looking Zim. His brow was furrowed, but shot up quickly in confusion, before slanting down in a smirk. "Hmhmhmhm…so Dib-worm, couldn't handle Gir?"
Dib pushed past, moving into the living room to stand, looking around. "I can handle Gir. He's not the problem. Gaz tearing Gir apart was the problem."
A fearful look flashed across the Irken's face, before reverting quickly to a calm look of indifference. "Hah. So? Not my problem. Gir is practically useless anyways."
Dib gave a knowing look, before opening his jacket and motioning to the small lump in the pocket. Gir was still asleep. "I told him to go into sleep-mode for 20 minuets Earth time. He should wake up in about 5 or so." Zim glared, but moved forward to retrieve the robot from the large space. Gir's eyes were blanked out, as were the rest of his normally glowing bits. The front paneling was dark, save for the numbers glowing bright orange, counting down until he was to awaken again. Sure enough it was at 4:50 and counting.
"Hmm…I see. And he actually listened to you?" Zim asked, clearly surprised that it worked.
"Yep. Why'd you do that anyways? You almost got Gir and I murdered by Gaz."
"Gir will listen to you now too. I needed to see if it would work. Apparently it did." He gazed at Gir before continuing. "But only on a certain level. If you order him to do anything that will harm my base or I, his program will reset and he'll attack you. So don't so anything stupid." Zim smirked at the disappointed look that befell Dib's face.
"And what if I decide that I'll reprogram him?" Dib challenged.
"He'll explode and kill everything within a fifty-mile radius." The Irken replied nonchalant. "That simple." Dib glared, but said nothing. Zim removed his wig suddenly, both antennas sticking up straight as he itched at his head with a free hand fiercely, growling in annoyance. "Damnit, I hate that thing. And these contacts too…" With that he peeled them off, throwing the offending pieces onto the couch.
"MASTAH I MISSED YOOOU!!"
Dib stifled a laugh, as the little robot awoke, tackling Zim to the ground. Zim flailed slightly, as Gir squeezed him roughly around the middle.
However both males froze, as Gir gave a happy purr. He then shot up, tackling the couch and chewing on one of the contacts contentedly.
"What did…?" Dib began, but Zim shot up cutting him off.
"He's been doing that almost since we got here. He does it because he tends to miss me and it makes him happy, just like when he hugs me. It's no big deal so leave it at that." Zim growled, glaring at Dib. Dib flinched, but shook it off. Whatever.
"Anyways I cam here to talk about Gir. But since I don't plan on going why not show me around your base?"
Zim glared, before moving forward and quickly plucking a hair from Dib's scythe. Dib gave a sharp gasp and a quiet "ow", as Zim said, "If you're going to be here, I need to be able to track you down if you decide to get lost." The Irken held up the piece of hair, and it was sucked into the ceiling. "Computer, analyze."
There was a heavy sigh, before a reply came, "Fine…gimme a sec…" There was a loud clank and such, before the computer spoke, "Name: Dibbers James Membrane. Age: 16 Earth years. Height: 6 foot 7 inches. Weight: 165 pounds. Strength: Speed and Stamina. Weakness: Anything alien-related. Hair color: Black. Eye color: Bright Gold. Eye sight: Poor without glasses. Length: 8 and a half inches. Orientation: N/A." Dib stared up at the ceiling, face flushing slightly as Zim stared at him.
"What exactly is 8 and a half?" Zim questioned, eyes flickering downward then back to Dib's face.
"My-my hair." Dib admitted quietly, running a hand over the black scythe sticking out of his head. (A/N: And WHAT exactly were the rest of you thinking, hm? Shame, shame! XD)
"Your hair huh?" Zim gave him a funny look, before he shook his head. "Come no. Stay close. If you wander too far the computer will tie you down and knock you out until I can com and deal with you. If that happens, hope to your God that you aren't awake when I get there."
Dib rolled his eyes, but moved a little closer to the Irken. Zim smirked, as the elevator came up and they both stepped onto the platform, letting themselves get carted downward into Zim's base.