My Only The Only One

Chapter 8

Zim was taken aboard the Massive and given a more thorough look over. There had been a great deal of stress laid upon Zim, apparently, and his body didn't seem to be taking it well, so at the advice of the doctors Zim was given a luxurious room to stay in. The room came complete with a bigger than needed bed, a sofa with many comfy cushions, a matching chair that could either rock or not, the setting controlled by a lever on the side, a small mini fridge, and lighting fixtures everywhere that were more for decoration than anything, along with other bedroom furniture.

This was, of course, all for show. This was an ambassador's suite, for when the Tallests had those important meetings with other races. Not that they had many of those so there weren't any excuses as to why Zim couldn't relax there.

Zim, of course, loved every minute of this arrangement. This was what he'd wanted all along. Some respect, some sort of fine treatment. Of course it wasn't really him that the Tallests were concerned about, it was the baby, but DAMNIT Zim couldn't seem to wipe that smile off his face!

Though he was, naturally, worried. He knew he'd be disposed of once the baby was born, and for another thing he needed to get back to Dib before then! No doubt the human was already worrying. But Zim was being shown around the ship and followed by a procession of guards. He'd have to escape some other time.

Once everything had been arranged Zim was put in his room and locked in there. Guards were positioned outside of the door and several teams of them patrolled the hall ways. Apparently the Tallests wanted to be sure the room was getting some use.

Zim paced anxiously. There was no way, no way he would make it three months like this. Locked in a room with nothing to do but think and eat. Not that either of those were bad things, he was just a usually hyperactive creature, and it's usually when someone tried to keep him secluded that bad things happened (Like Horrible Painful Overload Day One.)

Zim moved to lie on the overly plush bed, staring at the ceiling. Irken architecture was not as flawed as humans', so there were no vents he could crawl through or any cranny like that period.

"This is quite the predicament you're in, Zim." He said to himself before sitting up. He stared at the door, and stared at it some more before going over and pounding on it.

"I'm hungry!" He yelled as though angry, which he was, but not because of his stomach. "My blood sugar get's low really easy with a parasite living in my stomach!"

One of the guards outside could be heard grumbling to the other as he marched off to go get the whiney irken some food.

Zim smirked. He kneeled down and began to hack the keypad that was now in front of his face. He put in the most likely sequences of random numbers, getting the door to swish open for him in four minutes.

He grinned victoriously as this caught the remaining guard by surprise.

The slightly smaller irken jumped and turned to raise his shocky stick at Zim, but the taller was quick to point out, through use of his pointer finger, that he was pregnant, and when the guard began to hesitate he kicked the smaller in the face before dashing down the hall.

It didn't take very long for the guards that were on patrol to apprehend him.

"That's ok." Zim thought to himself with a grin as he was escorted back to his room. "That was just a trial run."

Dib woke up that morning with a horrible sinking feeling. That feeling came from the fact that he'd woken himself up, instead of being woken up an hour ago to his irken lover bent double and groaning from stomach pains.

The human sat up quickly and looked at the bed next to him, then around. There... was no alien lover. No Zim.

In a panic Dib leaped from bed and checked the bathroom, then his sister's room (this only ended with her waking up and throwing something at him.)