ZaDR Oneshots (Invader Zim)

Doctor Zeek PT5

"How long did you take off?" Zeek asked curiously.

"Technically a week, but considering that the issue that needed to be resolved here is dealt with. I'll head back. Make sure the company isn't on fire." Meb explained.

"I thought it was strange you forced us all out here. I see it was work related once again and you're continuing keeping secrets from me again. If it involves the company than you need to tell me!" Professor yelled at his father.

"You didn't even want my company to begin with. I don't have to tell you shit. As long as I'm alive. I'll make sure everything that needs to be dealt with is dealt with and you don't have to get involved with it... and I'll make sure it stays that way even after I die." Meb tells him.

"What are you hiding from me! What was the real purpose for this trip! How does it tie to the company and it's work!" Professor refused to let it go.

Zeek looked sad, "It's none of your-" Meb explained.

"Enough Meb. Please." Zeek begged.

"What else am I supposed to say." Meb clenched his fist in pain.

"Just tell me the truth." Professor begged.

"I can't... you won't understand or believe it." Meb felt sad.

"Just try..." Professor begged.

"I'm heading back to the company. I'll have one of the workers pick me up. Zeek you are in charge of my family." Meb walked away turning his back on Professor, who looked so heartbroken.

"Professor. I can offer an explanation. That I think you can accept. I will try to help you understand what's going on. If you'll allow me to steal you a moment to speak over coffee." Zeek softly tells him.

"I... I'd like that. Let me ask Clem to watch the kids than." Professor nodded and asked Clem to watch the kids and he agrees.

Zeek walked with Professor to a small little dinner in the forest park with breakfast menu and home style dinner. They took their seat beside the large window by the door next to a table with a red and white checkered table cloth and red velvet booths.

The waitress a women in her late thirties to early fourties took their orders and walked off in her red and white diner dress uniform with a sway in her hips. Zeek stared out the window at the encroaching pines of the forest next to the peaceful deserted camping roads of the park. The sun was peaking out of the bleak blue skies and there was streaky clouds with wind blowing hard enough to make howls and whistles.

"Where do you stand.... With idea of genetics?" Zeek started calmly looking at the Professor with only calm and calculating expression.

"I think it is a perfectly valid and often overlooked science field!" Professor chimed.

(Only think he thinks this because he seems like he'd be the type of person to make the cloning process work and that involves lots of genetic manipulation among other things.)

Zeek nodded humming softly as if pleased by the answer, "I to have a great love and respect for the field. So... than... as a genesis to another you're aware of mutations than." Zeek asked.

"Yes." Professor nodded as the waitress brought them their coffee and they both drink it calmly.

"I like to think that mutations happen far more frequently than we realize. As we humans learned to evolve from tiny organisms to self aware humanoid creatures. I don't think that we have simply ever stopped the process of evolution. That we are still slowly trying to evolve into something new and entirely different than before." Zeek explained.