ZaDR Oneshots (Invader Zim)

Doctor Zeek PT1

Summary:

Professor has decided that he wants a mandatory doctor for Dib and only trusts someone, who works at Membrane labs thus this ironically puts the Irken Zeek in human form to play this role.
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Everyone is staring at him again. Not that he noticed or cared right now. He was dancing in the main hallways again. He didn't mean to, but his antennaes picked up another radio station again. The song was just hitting hard that he started to dance. The ponytail of his wig swung around with him as glided across the floor. His boots clicking across the floor as the others laughed at him again.

He was swinging around and tapping and moving his feet to a dance that's part Irken and earth styled dancing. He was really enjoying himself though. The few people that talked to him just sighed and shook their hands.

Soft footsteps approached him as he spun around and froze, when he saw Professor. Usually it's Meb having to tell him to knock it off.

"Oh my. Did I break into dance again. Forgive me. I really do need to tune my earbuds to stop picking random radio station." Zeek gave the man in a long white coat a sheepish smile as he put his hands into his pocket and remembered he didn't even put his black trench coat on correctly or even wear his fedora.

"Ahem. Would you happen to be doctor Zeek?" Professor asked looking uncomfortable having to approach Zeek.

"Yes sir. I apologize for my unsightly behavior. I'm technically off the clock, but I can work overtime if needed. How can I help you?" Zeek stood straight trying look professional and not crazy.

"Ahem. I heard that despite being a well known geneticists that you have your own rehabilitation program for children with birth defects, mental illness and the likes." Professor explains still looking ashamed and distraught.

"Yes that's correct. I often strive to go beyond and above what is required of me. Often times when I discover anyone is suffering genetic issues or mental once I feel it is my duty to assist them to deal with issues and even give them options to help them deal with the problems they face." Zeek hummed without hesitation taking a little pride in what he does even if it's more just a pastime to keep himself busy as a busy Zeek is a happy Zeek.

Professor relaxed a bit feeling a little more comfortable now, "I was hoping I could hire you to help with my children. They don't have any mental illness or genetic defects... but their behaviors and actions cause me anxiety and worry." Professor looked like he hated to ask for assistant as if it's an insult to his genius that he can't solve the issues himself.

Zeek put his hand on Professor's shoulder, "But of course I can help. And you should be proud of yourself. It's not easy to admit when we need help. But the fact you knew you couldn't do this alone shows strength and courage others don't have. We are not gods Professor and we all have limits and breaking points. It's better to be aware such a thing, because than we can work to find ways around that and find ways to surpass them." Zeek smiled reassuringly and the Professor shifted a bit seemingly uncomfortable, but listening.

He seemed speechless and tongue tied as Zeek pulled his hand away and couldn't help, but smile at Professor thinking how cute that was.

"I will be working with you along with the kids. To not help you all as individuals, but as a family." Zeek touched his own chest with both his hands smiling softly.

"I hope to help you all open your hearts to each other and let your voices be heard and received as you all reach for the other to support each other." Zeek opened his eyes smiling again as Professor slowly nodded still unable to speak.