Gaz decided it was best for him to perfect this "thing" so there could be a perfect side by side of her and her "mom." He was close to it surprisingly without too many glitches so far. Gaz though kept to herself as she aimlessly wandered around. Something about what happened at her home and hearing that ass talking about her mom and then herself, just made her keep quiet. Gaz was happy that Zim didn't ask her endless questions on how she was feeling. Unlike her own brother who would of regardless of feeling her fist bunching up his collar as she threatened him to remain quiet. While she required more sleep then him, she wasn't too surprised at how much he can do on any given day.
One day while he was busy perfecting this "thing" he didn't see her. He didn't know she was in the room. She came in as he endlessly went over every variable. The speeches this fake mom said was glitchy at best, and every time that happened, he groaned rather sullenly and a little silently, as he continued. She had to smile at him because the old him would of yelled and caused a basic brat fest before continuing on, this mature one did this. Of course she had to smile because even though it was a little hot in this area, he took his tunic off, and all she was looking at was his lean muscle mass. Yes, he was an improvement on the old Tallest.
On the course of that day, he was called out to the slave encampments to find that one of the slaves has escaped. She didn't know who it was, but by the look in his face in between his coming and goings was not a happy thing as he went on to meet with a military installation to educated them properly on the weapons they will now be using along with their weaknesses. Something she knew he wouldn't be happy to admit, but he kept going on head strong.
She snuck down there to see this "thing" face to face. She honestly couldn't call it her mother since it wasn't. No one could be her real mom. Zim was working so hard for so many things, including her, that she pressed the same button she saw him press to hear her speak.
"Y-y-y-ou you are-are-are" It began before she shut it off. It had her voice, but obviously it wasn't correct. Gaz knew some technology, but this one was scaring her. It scared her because once it was perfected, will she be able to keep the tears out of her eyes? Taking another long look at her fake mom, she turned around to take another walk.
This walk ended her up in front of Red and Purple. She stared at their sleeping forms. She was herself here right now. Anger was now filtering inside of her, but as fast as it filtered in, she sifted it right out. She just stood there mostly focusing on Purple. As silent as death, she placed a shot into Red to keep him sleeping, she needed to hear Purple only. At least compared to Zim, she had the winner in the Irken category of males.
Purple's eyes slowly opened. Smacking his lips, he couldn't believe how dry his mouth was, gone were the days of him always having a refreshment in his mouth. Looking around the ground in hopes of something to drink, he spotted black boots nearby him, so he glanced up at the Earth female. The one that helped entertain them early on. The one he later discovered was Dai's daughter. He studied her to see if he can see her features in her. He saw her cheekbones and that same look in her eyes she has given on so many occasions. She was the same height as her mother, but that volatile nature this one portrayed, he wondered if she always had it or was it after Dai's death. But wait, she isn't dead. Where was she?
As if reading his mind, she spoke, not so coldly, more calm. "My mother doesn't know I'm down here. If she did, she would be down here in a second."
Looking over at Red, he focused his attention back to her. "What about Zim?"
"He knows." She lied. "He just likes to observe like you guys used to do with him."
"Oh we never cared about him, we..."
"I know you didn't." Gaz said casually. "I'm here for my own curiosity right now regarding you and my mother."
"I did love your mother." Purple spoke honestly, but the look in her eyes was saddened by that information.
"Love isn't wanting to kill someone, is it? I know my own father loved my mother so much, he still does to the point that he feels no one can replace her." Gaz had to fight to keep the tears from running. "That is why my father, when he came home to find us bleeding and in pain, he worked tirelessly in order to keep us alive. My mother had to remain hidden all those years. I never understood it until now."
"Your dad..."
Moving so fast that he almost knocked himself out against the wall from her speed when she was face to face with him. "My dad knows what love is, but you didn't."
Staring into her amber eyes, he felt she wasn't being threatening, she was being curious about him and her mother, but all these years. He shook his head to look down. He had to push some thoughts out of his head. Thoughts he had each time he witnessed this one in action. Now here she is smelling sweet and... He shook his head again.
Gaz was uncertain what he was thinking at the present time, but placed a finger under his chin and raised his face up to look at her. She needed his attention. "Lard Nar sent prisoners to my house to take me. The names were Blug, Icer and Pressner. I sent them all someplace where it will make it difficult for them to leave. Why would he do this? Do you have a clue?"
"What?! He did that?!" He tried to raise himself in shock, but was held down by his shackles.
She nodded. "Zim got Blug and Icer and I had Pressner. Originally Blug and Icer got a little handsy with me, but I managed to escape them."
"You must of did something to set him off for him to do that because other then that I have no idea. Blug and Icer are prisoners who murdered a lot of species, including their own families. Pressner, is a hired gun, he can go anywhere at will, he can be anything, Gaz." Panic reading in his eyes, he held her gaze. "Gaz, I don't know what kind of power you must have compared to your mother, but where ever you sent Pressner, it won't hold him for long. He'll be back."
"Have you ever worked with Pressner before?"
"Never. Lard Nar was easier to get and lesser priced then him." Purple replied.
"What about Zim?"
Narrowing his eyes a little at that name, he tried to inch closer to her. "I don't care about him, just you. Only you. I know you won't believe me, but it has become true."
The way he looked at her was almost reminiscent of how he looked upon her mother. Almost. "He wants me to be his mate."
So do I, Purple thought, but said, "I believe you made up your mind there."
Nodding her head, she stood up quickly, and walked past the partition then back with some treats and drinks that she placed on either side of them. "I suggest you keep some for your partner there. I'm doing this to be nice. It is rare, but I can be nice at times." Strolling out before she hit the partition she said quietly. "Thanks for answering some of my curiosity." Then she disappeared.
Scanning the floor at all the treats, then at his sleeping companion, then feeling the emptiness of the room, Purple just leaned back to wait for his partner to wake up. It suddenly felt empty up here.
Seeing the time was midnight, she checked with the Computer if Zim was back and was notified he was in his chamber. Thanking him, she made her way there, and without knocking she walked in to find him already laying down with his eyes closed. Smiling at him, she did love watching him like this. It was rare to see him sleep since she was asleep first, so she soaked this up, before removing some of her clothes and slipping between the sheets. Zim stirred a little just to place his arms around her to say. "I love you, my Gaz." Then fell back to sleep. Tearing up a little at that, she returned the sentiment, and closed it with a gentle kiss between his eyes.