ZaDR Oneshots (Invader Zim)

Doctor Zeek PT2

They arrived at the coffee shop and all got out after the vehicle turned off. Zeek and the Professor get the kids whatever they want as the sit in a booth.

"Zeek is going to see your genes and know your an alien!" Dib teased Zim.

"Zim will never allow that!" Zim insisted and Zeek and Professor sit down with them.

Zeek sits beside Zim along with the Professor, "Zeek! Zim is an alien! He's not human!" Dib shouted and pointed.

"LIES! Dib lies!" Zim screamed.

Zeek just hands out the coffee, food and drinks and passed Zim a chocolate bar, "Dib that's very disrespectful. Just cause Zim is different doesn't make him an alien." Zeek sipped his coffee and shivered as it was disgusting, but he loved how awake it made him.

"I'm not lying! Zim really is an alien! If you just look at his blood you'll see!" Dib cried.

"Lies!" Zim screamed and curiously looked at the chocolate bar in confusion and tried it and his eyes go big, "What is this amazing delicious treat?" Zim asked.

"It's chocolate. I figured you've must be having a hard time. So I thought this little treat would make your day better." Zeek hummed.

"Zim wants more chocolate!!!" Zim begged.

"Hmmm alright. I'll get you some more, but don't eat too much you'll get sick." Zeek gets up to get more chocolate.

Zim purred happily munching on his chocolate bar, "Son... please." Professor whispered, "Can you not do this right now." He asked sighed.

"But!" Dib frowned and sighed, "Fine!" Dib crossed his arms and eats his food drinking his coffee.

Zeek returned and gave Zim two more chocolate bars and Zim eats them and looks at Zeek cautiously, "You are nice to Zim.... Why?" He asked confused.

"Because I know what it's like feeling like everyone judges you and doesn't understand you. You can't help how you look or act. It's part of who you are as person. I just want to help people... Help them understand themselves. That they don't have to live the way they do. That there are options to make life easier and better for them." Zeek explained softly.

"I want to help people become happy in life, satisfied and healthy." Zeek continued.

"I do other things than genetics if you're interested. I can be a therapist of sorts. If you ever feel like you're having doubts... or thoughts you're struggling with. I want you to know I'm here for you. I'll listen to whatever you want to say and I won't judge you... and I'll never share what we talk about with anyone." Zeek offered Zim.

"Zim... is... fine." Zim replied softly, "Zim doesn't need your pity or help." He explains eatting his chocolate bar.

"It's not pity Zim. I truly just care." Zeek explained.

"But why?" Zim hissed.

"Because... everyone deserves the right to be happy and to feel like someone cares and supports them." Zeek smiled, "And I know how hard it is to live without that." Zeek smiled.

Zim stared at him suspiciously, but almost in deep thought, "You're a therapist?" Dib looks startled.

"It's more of a side job and something that simply came to happen. As I felt the need to better assist those with genetic defects and issues beyond just medication. I wanted to to help them learn to live with their defects and issues and improve their lifestyles to make them feel more confident and comfortable with themselves." Zeek ensures him.