Across The Line-Chapter 4-Across The Line by ~oodgal129
Dammit, don't run away so quickly! There's a point to all this, you know! Dib thought as he chased after Zim. The teen was walking quickly through the parking lot, backpack in hand, showing no sign of turning back.
"So you arrived three hours late just to skip? What was the point of coming at all?"
"Silence, hideous worm-child. Do not question Zim's logic."
"Logic my ass. I didn't show you just to say hi and be brushed off you know. I've got something to say."
"Then spit it out and get out of my face."
Zim stopped, incredulous. "What?"
"I said thank you."
"Well you should be thankful! Not everyone gets to be locked up and beaten by Z-"
"No. For taking me inside, away from prying eyes, and saving my sister. Without you interfering we probably would have just bled to death out on the path before being taken by the authorities."
The boy's face was deliciously contorted with rage. This is a proud one, never willing to admit to helping the enemy. He
Across The Line-Chapter 3-Across The Line by ~oodgal129
Zim woke up to see his robot sitting on him, eyes wide and mouth thin set. "Gir! Get off me this instant!"
Nothing. Neither moved for a fraction of a second before a bellowing screech escaped the android's mouth.
"You've been sleeping for a long while, Mastah! You don't look so good."
He tried sitting up. It didn't work. Now he was starting to panic. "Why can't I move?"
He was answered by red eyes and a drawn-out phrase. "It looks like your spine got snaaaapped!"
"Then FIX IT! Zim is of no use lying uselessly on the ground! So much to do, so much to buuurn."
A sharp pain near his jugular made him tense. An empty injector lay on the floor near Gir's left hand. That tiny robot could be awfully quick when he wanted to be. As the feeling returned to his body, Zim breathed a heavy sigh and started to calm down.
Zim pushed Gir off his chest and sat up stiffly. Come to think of it, he didn't feel that great. He raised a hand to soothe his aching head and felt blood.
"Gir, what did
Across The Line-Chapter 2-Across The Line by ~oodgal129
When Dib came to, he found himself on a cold hard surface with a throbbing pak and an aching skull. Groaning, he tried to pull himself semi-upright but became suddenly aware of the blinding light directly above him. Throwing his arms up to shade his eyes proved futile as, due to lack of balance, he proceeded to fall from the square surface onto the smooth flat floor. That's weird. Was I on a...lab table? Disjointed thoughts bounced around uncomfortably in his head. What happened? Zim...GAZ!
He got up quickly from the floor and looked around. There were multiple doors leading out of this lab, so he dashed over to the nearest one, pounding on the metal. "GAZ! WHERE ARE YOU?! CAN YOU HEAR ME? GAZ!"
"I'm right here. Calm the hell down, your screaming is worse than claws on a darkscreen."
Dib whirled around, eyes wide when he saw his sister unharmed. Faraway objects looked blurry and faded, but he could see Gaz clearly enough. "You're okay? How
Across The Line-Chapter 1-Across The Line by ~oodgal129
A boy sits on his couch, feet up on the coffee table, loudly demanding food from his companion. He was on his laptop, fingers flying over the keys, hacking into the FBI's database.
"HA! Stupid 'Muricans! Their firewall offers as much protection as a re-used condom! Give me the waffles, Gir, and tell Zim how amaaaaazing his talents are."
"Sure thing, Mastah! Heeeeya go!" said the tiny robot, dumping an enormous plate of waffles on the table and chugging heartily from the bottle of maple syrup.
"...There's no soap in these, right? The last thing I need is to be home sick again, and arouse suspicion. One can never be too careful..."
"I love this show~" Gir sang, sitting happily upon the couch and ignoring his master's question.
Zim looked up from his computer and to the large TV that covered most of the opposite wall. It was blank. He gave a small 'hmmph', then went back to his work.
A loud crash just outside his door made him jump out of his skin, and, assuming the worst, he