My Only The Only One

Chapter 2

Time was a difficult thing to predict in space, as any good science fiction fan would know. But Zim let himself assume that the space station, being so close Earth, was still working by Earth time, which meant three hours passed before Dib came to see him.

"Zim, what the hell!?" He yelled, barging into the brig. "You conquered Earth, what are you doing driving a delivery craft and getting yourself captured!?"

Zim's antennae perked up and one eye narrowed, he was confused. "Is that worry, anger, or some other kind of odd Earth emotion?" He asked.

"It's... CONFUSION!" Dib yelled. "How could you of all people possibly have ended up in a place like this!?"

"Did you ever think it was maybe because I wanted to?" Zim asked, smirking up at Dib from his position on the ground, crossing his legs straight out in front of him. The picture of smugness.

"Wanted to?" Dib asked before gasping. "You're being tracked! You led the empire to us!"

"Wrong again, Earth smell." Zim said, cackling. "My pak is jammed. The only thing it's doing right now is keeping me alive."

"Why does that make you happy?" Dib asked, looking confused now more than ever.

"I don't expect you to understand the complexity of Irken government, Dib-stink." Zim said simply, waving a hand.

"Complex?" Dib asked, scoffing a little. "Your rulers are just taller than everyone else. What's to understand?"

"See, your puny human mind just can't keep up." Zim said, sighing as though he felt bad for Dib.

"Whatever." Dib said, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I was just wrong. Maybe you ended up here because you really aren't anything special. Just lucky."

"While I am quite fortunate I AM special." Zim said, suddenly scowling. He held the look before smirking once more. "Maybe when I get out of here I'll tell you all about it."

"You aren't getting out of here, space-boy." Dib said, allowing his own lips to twist up in a smug look. "Not without your pak. Those bars are made of steel and there are guards positioned at every entrance and exit, including the trash bin."

"You say 'space boy' like it's an insult." Zim said, laughing a little. "But you seemed to have forgotten that you were driven into space yourself. 'Space-boy'."

Dib pouted angrily before leaving, letting Zim's echoing cackle follow him from the brig.

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Zim waited a week, patiently eating the crap they fed him and the daily interrogation he got from Dib.

"Why are you here?"

"What are you planning?"

"Why haven't you escaped yet?"

On and on that human would go. It's like he didn't know HOW to stop!

Finally, day eight and at lunch time the guard came, no lunch.

"You're wanted for questioning, bug." The scrawny guard said, scowling at Zim like he always did.

He opened the cell and Zim walked out of the brig behind him, waiting until the brig door was shut and locked before kicking the back of the man's legs, sending him to the floor.

"Help! HELP!" He screamed, but Zim quickly silenced him with a kick to the back of the head and grabbed the keys.

He found the one to his cuffs and released himself. Unfortunately there was nothing he could do about his pak and he had to pull himself up to the air vents with his own hands. The feat was much more difficult than he previously thought and he hung there for several minutes before being able to get it. Once in though he crawled along his belly searching for the living quarters.