Thanks everyone for all the great reviews. I appreciate everyone of them. This is the final chapter so I'm sorry for the delay.

It had been more than a few weeks after their victory where things have slowly returned back to normal. Tenn had to do some recovery time while on the ship. Normally, Irkens were fast healers, but the extent of what happened to her while in their capture took a little more time for her to heal. Pressner stuck around to tend to her and Novem, while thinking of his next move.

Tak and Dib, along with Jack, were brought back to, Earth. Dib went back to work, went Tak planning on working beside him at least part of the time inside the lab. Jack's skills were becoming a bit more known, though his parents had to keep telling him that it wasn't too polite to keep reading everyone's minds. Even though he had another skill, that was more of a bad thing for now until he can control them.

Only once, Tak was studying, Gaz's old room when, Dib came up behind her to ask her what she was thinking. "Oh nothing, but since we are expecting another smeet, I thought I would figure out how to decorate this space." Tak's answer was so nonchalant giving, Dib nothing but statue-like qualities till he broke out in a wide grin.

"Oh... My..." Whatever else was broken off in what he was about to say as he cheered. Dib, hugged his mate before getting down on his knees in front of her to kiss her abdomen. "Oh Tak."

Closing her eyes against the sensation of his kisses, the naturally stoic Irken slipped away from him while crooking her digit for him to follow her to the bedroom. No words were said as he followed her practically like a zombie shutting the door behind him.

In their own bedroom after making love, Zim rolled Gaz over to rest her on top of his own body. Guess routine took over fairly quickly for them with, Zim going more overboard in his usual excitement as, Gaz started to compile a list of all of his reasons to rush her off to the bedroom for another romp.

A) The way her bangs simply brush against her eyelids... Must celebrate this by a quickie.

B) Did you sneeze? Oh I must take you to the bedroom for more of a quickie. Must make sure the Gaz-mate is healthy.

C) You looked better naked so I guess I should rip your clothes off for another romp.

D) Zim yelled victory out. Well it is time to carry my wife to the bedroom caveman style and ravage her.

It was actually a huge list. She just thought it was lucky for him that her appetite was as large as his to keep doing this all the time. In truth, she actually loved it when he ravaged her. Though she wondered if, Zim will lessen more once she gets a bit more bigger down there with the baby. Suddenly she started laughing at what her brother told them both about having a homicidal maniac. Dib only looked at her strange when she told him she would possibly call the child, Johnny or perhaps Nny, if it turned out to be a boy.

Needless to say, Dib's expression on his face was too priceless for her not to laugh in maniacal glee when he thought of the implications there.

With, Skoodge, he received a surprise visit from, Tenn when he entered his quarters one day. Skoodge smiled at the surprise as he approached her. Instead of the standard uniform, she was actually a bit more dressed up. She looked so beautiful. Complimenting her, Skoodge sat near her hoping for one thing, but feeling another.

"Pleasant to see you in here, Tenn." He wanted to ask her why did she come to visit, but he felt it in his bones that it wasn't what he desired.

Tenn was silent for a while before she spoke in a gentile way. "Thanks." She paused again. "I think you have an idea why I'm in here right now."

"You are choosing him. Can't say I'm not surprised even though I wished otherwise." Skoodge held no malice towards her decision. He didn't hate her for it. He found himself not even hating, Pressner. They both spoke to one another a few more times during the time while she was recovering, and found himself liking him a bit more than before.

Turning towards him, Tenn took his hand. "I think of you as a dear friend, Skoodge. I wish it was the other way around so I don't feel like I'm hurting your feelings, but as it is while I love you like a friend, I love, Pressner more to be his mate."

Skoodge enjoyed the feeling of her hand in his, but he knew to let go. If he felt this way once, he can feel that way again perhaps. "Tenn, I'm perfectly fine. I just want you happy."

Kissing his cheek, Tenn smiled warmly at him. "You know we can all blame this one, Zim. He opened the door to allow us to explore once again. To mate naturally."

"He did." Well this was far better than battling large rats, in his opinion.

"I should go." Standing up, Tenn let go of his hand. "By the way, congratulations on becoming a General."

"Thanks, Tenn. I guess I'll see you soon." Skoodge would of liked celebrating with her as a mate, but found himself thinking about the situation with a little grain of salt. He'll have a chance one day.

As she walked back to her quarters, Tenn ran into, Zim on his way to the bridge. They spoke for some time about her plans, before they said their good byes. Funny how the balance of power did improve with the supposed defective, turned Tallest, becoming a great leader. She already saw the dynamics of the ship and how it changed when she first received her assignment to protect, Jack and Dib.

Going into her quarters, Tenn smirked at watching, Pressner teach Novem some new tricks that were from his own planet. Coming closer, she got on her knees to watch them both. No one suspected, Pressner to be warm, especially her. She saw how he absolutely loved his son.

"You want another some day, don't you?" Tenn inquired gently.

"Only if you want one with me." Getting a tiny hand smacking him against his shoulder, Pressner chortled. "Now that one hurt. You will be very strong one day." He told, Novem.

"I'll teach him the Irken way and you stick with that." Tenn advised. "So... Where do we live?"

Pressner screwed his eyes up to think about the question. "I'm fine with cutting our time between many places. I'm use to it when I'm not in the Void. I'm positive that he wants to visit, Jack."

Kissing him, Tenn brushed some of his hair back from his face. "I'm perfectly fine with the plan." Reaching out to touch her son, Tenn wondered, "So do you want to visit, Jack one day?"

"Yes." Came Novem's response. "We are like brothers."

"Alright then, we'll visit them." Tenn promised. "Now I think it is time you study something else." He did need to learn the Irken way as well.

Some time later:

On the bridge, Zim was making plans for Impending Doom III, while they made their way to Irk. Glancing at his glove, he shot Gir a slightly irritated look for latching onto his thumb to basically suck at it. Ever since, Gir found out they were having a smeet, he had been practicing on how to act like an Earth child.

Basically, just think of everything that is involved with a baby, and there you have it.

Needless to say, when it came to the icky mess, Gir made before he screamed out; "I MADE A HUGE CACA, MASTER! CHANGE ME!" Zim tethered a rope to, Gir making him hang outside the Massive for a full week. He only let him back in when, Gir decided to pound outside his bedroom window shouting for him to get off, Gazzy.

Watching, Gaz come up to sit by him at least made him smile. Pregnancy seemed to make her even more violent, and far more hungrier in bed. Zim didn't care even as he returned once to the bridge with scratches all over him. At least he could boast about getting some.

As he was busy thinking, Skoodge interrupted him in a half casual, half bored voice. "My Tallest... The Resisty is back."

There was a collective groan heard all around with someone's shrill voice yell out, "Puppets are better!"

Hearing, Gaz tell him not to ever explain about the puppet remark, Zim told, Skoodge to put the idiots on screen. Lard Nar looked way too smug. "Oh what do you want now?" Zim inquired with a lazy roll of his hand.

Leaning forward in his chair, Lard Nar tried to strike himself as an imposing figure. "I'm here to tell you that we have learned many new things. These... Things, will help us rule over you, Irkens. You will never resist the Resisty." Letting out a wild chortle, he was unaware that Zim still held the same expression.

"Ohhh boss. That was a good one whoooo!" Came a voice off the screen.

"God, we can have a thousand smeets before they ever hope to become smart." Gaz muttered out.

Smiling at her remark, Zim crossed his legs. "You are boring me, Lard Nar. The only way you can rule over us is by stuffing cotton balls down your pants, and lighting it on fire."

Stopping from his raucous laughter, he lifted up an eyebrow ridge before clasping his hands together. "Sooooo... That's the way of defeating you, huh?" Letting out a self satisfied sound, he quickly launched himself off his chair to point at the screen. "I will do that and you will be bowing to me soon, Zim!" Turning his head to the side he yelled about getting him some cotton balls quickly.

Very interested now, Gaz rubbed her stomach. "Oh this oughta be good now."

Watching Lard Nar start stuffing cotton down his pants, Zim had a question; Where did they find the cotton balls when no outpost sells them? Still, he examined the scene while feigning his terror. "Oh please stop. Oh I wish I never told you the secret. Oh how foolish of me. Thank Irk you don't have your whole crew doing this because it will spell doom for the entire Armada."

Lard Nar paused as he considered what Zim just said before yelling out, "QUICK! EVERYONE STUFF THESE BALLS DOWN YOUR PANTS AND LIGHT THEM ON FIRE!"

Gaz clasped her hand to her mouth. Skoodge just shook his head. Everyone else on the bridge face palmed themselves. Zim just looked fake scared. Gir... Well Gir had his mouth open while pulling out a taco from the top of his head.

"NOW!" Lard Nar and his crew lit up something posing it up in the air. "EVERYONE! PUT YOURSELF ON FIRE!"

One by one, the Vortions placed themselves on fire, and at first they all stood there proudly till a riotous scream was heard quickly followed by them running around trying to hit one another to put the flames out. Meanwhile, Zim, Gaz and the crew were breaking down laughing at their stupid misfortune.

"Alright, Lard Nar, it looks like you are busy right now so I think it's best to go bye bye." Zim waved at him before cutting off the communication. "See why we keep them around?" Not hearing a response from, Gaz, he watched her as she gripped her stomach. "Gaz?"

Panting, Gaz growled out, "It's coming, Zim."

"Great Irk!" Standing up, Zim lifted her up in his arms to quickly pop into Med Bay. "Future of Irk coming!" He yelled at the medical staff.

Grabbing his antenna, Gaz hissed out. "Don't you ever, ever yell in my ear again, or it will be the last time you see me naked again."

Putting her down on the table, Zim told her far more gently. "I apologize, Gaz-mate. Zim just got excited."

Wanting to say something, Gaz let out a scream herself. "Get it out!"

It would be a week before, Dib received a communications from, Gaz informing him that he was an Uncle.

"So, Gaz, how is it so far being a mother?" Dib wondered mildly.

Hearing Zim in the background with the smeet, Gaz smirked a bit evilly. "Do you hear that yelling?"

Listening to Zim yell out the nonsensical, Dib chuckled. "Guess, Jack was easier to take care of then your smeet. What's he doing? He is a he, correct?"

"Yes, it's a he." She replied before seeing, Zim fall to the ground in horror. Snickering, Gaz had to compose herself. "Zim never had to change a newborns diaper before. Also he loves his new pacifier. It's a fake knife. He looks so adorable with it in his mouth."

Dib had no idea what he was more disturbed by; Gaz looking maniacal or the fact the baby is sucking on a knife. "So, Gaz... What's his name?"

Gaz's visage changed into something that he saw in the training room back on Earth during the invasion when she was feeling too cooped up. It was frightening. "Nny."

Did he just hear that correctly? "What's his name again?" Dib inquired hoping he heard wrong.

"Oh, you heard me. Nny. Kinda looks like him, but with green skin and purple hair." She cooed out. "I have to take a picture of him when he holds his knife up. He looks so sweet."

"AHHHHHHH! What the Irk is that?! It just came out of his mouth!" Zim screamed out.

Pausing to look over at her son, Gaz smiled. "Seriously, Zim, that's vomit. You will have to get use to this."

"I AM ZIM! I shouldn't have to clean up this mess. I should be..."

Smile disappearing, Gaz gritted out, "How long was I in labor, Zim?"

"Uhhhh..." There was a long pause. "Fine, I'll clean it up, and stop complaining."

"Good. Thank you. Now clean up our sweet maniac up then you can go play on the bridge while I tend to our son." Her tone was far more sweet sounding now, but not any less creepy coming from her.

Dib took in this conversation between the two as he was momentarily forgotten. He felt pride well up in him knowing that, Tak and himself were having a much easier time dealing with both their smeets. Jack was teaching his sister, Roz some tricks currently in the other room. Roz was far more vocal than, Jack was at that age. Not that he didn't mind. Tak did keep making comments that their daughter had as much of a motor mouth like her father does. Dib didn't care, he just knew that so far that he far excelled his own dad in taking care of his own family.

As for Zim, he cleaned up his son's mess, and raised him up in the air spouting off his pride. "VICTORY FOR ZIM!"

Shaking her head, Gaz felt another new thing that suddenly got added to the list: Cleaned off my son with great success. Time to ravage, Gaz.

She needs birth control after they have another smeet down the line.

That's it! 50 chapters exactly and I'm done. Time to move on to the next thing. Whoop!