Virus In The System

Mission Successful

The two continuously dodged bullets, avoiding the guards, basically doing parkour all over the walls, and trying their best not to loose sight of GIR.
At last, GIR had hit the wall turning a corner and his head bashed into the corner, slightly cutting into his head! GIR fell to the floor.
"Now's our chance!" Zim screeched. "Right!"
The two quickly rushed to GIR as fast as they possibly could. Zim took a leap of faith and jumped and crashed into GIR, latching onto his robotic torso.
Dib caught up with Zim and asked, "W-What should I do!?"
"The blue panel on the front of his torso! Open it and there's a switch!"
Dib hastily nodded and pulled with all his might to open the panel. It snapped open in a matter seconds and Dib spotted the switch.He quickly flipped the switch.
"Ok! Now we need to get to a safe spot where we can't be seen!"
The duo quickly dragged GIR over to the closest corner that was semi shady and they could hide behind a wall.

"Oh my god. That was stressful." Dib whispered.
They could both hear the guards rushing past them and questioning where they went.
"Yeah, it was pretty- what are you doing?" Zim asked. Dib was hugging Zim and he held him tight.
"I'm glad you dragged me along to do this with you." Dib said, seeming out of breath.
"I...well. You're welcome?" Although the lack of understanding he had, Zim hugged back and then quickly pulled away.
"Ok, we should get going now." Zim got up, pulling Dib by the sleeve to his feet.
"But how are we human get back without the guards noticing?" Dib asked. Zim sighed.
"These feeble, stupid stupid humans..." Zim muttered under his breath. "Observe."

Zim picked up Dib bridal style and metal legs emerged out of Zim's pak. He began sprinting, covering more ground and being quicker at it with the help of his legs.
If the guards tried to attack the legs, then he would easily shake them off.
After many lefts, rights, twists, turns, they finally made it to the exit and Zim allowed his legs to emerge back into his pak.
He jumped block to block while Dib was gripping and holding onto Zim for dear life.
One, two, three, four, five blocks. Six, seven, eight, space cruiser!
Zim retreated into the safety of his cruiser and he sat Dib down randomly on the floor. Zim quickly started the ship and took off.

"Uhm, Zim? Why did you carry me?" Dib asked, his face still blushing.
"Because your small and incompetent body gave out after all the running and you would only slow us down." Zim replied, focused on steering the ship.
"Oh, well I guess that makes sense. Wait, small? We're literally the same height! And my body is fully competent!" Dib argued.
"Well, we only had so much time to leave Moo-Ping 10. I didn't want to just leave you in the dust! So my metal legs would've been the best option in the situation." Zim said.
"Behold, the art of sprinting." Zim suddenly had a sarcastic tone of voice.

Dib sighed, he got up and walked over to Zim.
"So, what're you gonna do with your little robot?"
"GIR? Well I'm just going to take down the virus which will automatically delete it from his system. Then I'll fix his banged up and broken parts." Zim answered. "Ok."
Dib sat down in the seat next to Zim's and he looked out the window deep into space.

By the time Zim got the space cruiser back to Earth, Dib was fast asleep.
Zim parked the ship next to Dib's bedroom window.
"Hey, Dib-Thing. Wake up." Zim tried to poke at him to wake him up, but he wouldn't budge.
Zim sighed and lifted Dib up bridal style and laid him down on his bed.
"Z-Zim?" Dib awoke as Zim was about to leave.
"What?" Zim said.
"Did you bring me home?" Dib asked.
"Uhm, yeah. You wouldn't wake up." Zim replied.
Dib rolled over on his bed. Zim quickly climbed inside his room and climbed over his bed.
Dib was about to doze off when Zim gave him a slight kiss on the cheek.

Zim hopped back in his cruiser as fast as he could and quickly sped off back to his house. When he got home, he was so relieved for all the excitement to be over with.
He looked at GIR's deactivated body lying on the middle of the floor. "Looks like work needs to be done with you."