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Ides of March - Chapter 12Ides of March - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters
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(Please see author's notes)
„Come back here, filthy human! How DARE you take what's ZIM'S!“ Dib laughed triumphantly, holding his loot to his chest while he ran down the corridors of Zim's lab, in hopes of escaping his pursuer.
„It's mine now, Zim! Deal with it!“ He cried, skidding around a corner and running towards the large storage rooms. Maybe he could hide in between the boxes and shelves long enough to make good use of the stolen package in his arms. Zim was close on his heels though, easily matching his speed.
The alien caught up with him just when he ran through the open storage room doors. With a roar, Zim leaped forward, knocking Dib over with the impact of his smaller body. They tumbled to the floor, not even stopping for a second before starting to roll across the ground, both fighting for the upper hand. „Give it back to Zim!“
„Never, spaceboy! It's mine now! You took all the others!“
As usual, it was an earnest, but somewhat
Ides of March - Chapter 15Ides of March - Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters
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"Zim?" he called quietly, not wanting to come too close when the smaller male was still upset.
For a long moment, Dib was only met with silence.
Zim stayed where he was, unmoving, keeping his stare glued to the lazily blinking screen.
Just when the boy came to the conclusion that Zim didn't want to talk to him, after all, and that leaving him alone was a good idea, the alien gave a little huff and turned to face him.
“What is it?”
Zim was still tense, Dib could tell, seemingly willing to listen but still bothered by all of this. It glared from the dissatisfied expression in those smooth, green features, a frown pulling at his lips. Dib hesitated, unable to find the right words to say, no matter how much he tried.
“I... about this... I wanted...” He cleared his throat, struggling with the returning embarrassment that quickly colored his pale cheeks. “I didn't mean to upset you. Really, I didn't. If I went too far, I apologize.” Not that Dib really...
Ides of March - Chapter 1Ides of March - Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters
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Where it all started
Rubbing at his tired eyes, Dib took a moment to collect himself. It was late, way into the early morning hours, but this needed to be done before the chemical reaction was over. He pushed his large glasses back up his forehead and leant over the glaringly pink microscope again. What he saw made his heart beat faster in excitement. The light yellow nanomachines beneath the thin glass worked fast, removing the faulty bases from the sample's DNA while leaving the natural structures intact. A small smile formed on his lips after a few minutes, the sample almost completely sanitized and the tiny nanomachines still working wonderfully.
But it didn't last. As soon as the faulty DNA had been perfectly removed, the leftover structures began to disintegrate, being taken apart by those wretched, little machines.
Jerking back with a frustrated yell, the boy barely had enough self-restraint to not throw his glasses, and with them a few pieces of lab equipment, to the ground in
Ides of March - Chapter 17Ides of March - Chapter 17 in Introductions & Chapters
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Just as Zim had dreaded, Dib's fit lasted well over two hours, which the boy spent curled into a tight little ball on the floor, clutching at his head and occasionally giving a few muffled sobs.
And the entire time, the alien sat with him, watching that he kept breathing and that he wouldn't end up having spasms and injuring himself. It rarely happened, but Zim knew it was probably best to be on the safe side.
At least, Dib wouldn't remember any of this. Once he woke, he would be tired, confused and sometimes, understandably, frightened. That, however, could usually be fixed with a good night's sleep and some distraction.
Of his attacks or whatever happened during them, Dib never had any memories.
And it probably was best that way.
At long last, the boy stirred, a muffled whimper on his lips as he uncurled and rolled over onto his back. Unsteady hands rubbed at his eyes as Dib blinked and tried to get his eyes to focus.
“Finally awake, Dib-thing?”
Zim's voice was low