Yay! MEC's back with something disturbing and totally against the laws of nature! Now, let me just write up a few warnings and we can all move on with our lives.

Wanrings: M-Preg I think is the big one, then ZaDR, slight OOC-ness though I tried VERY hard when it come to getting the dialouge good enough that you people won't yell at me for it. I'm not sure you could really call it gore-y-ness but I'll put a warning up here for that too just in case.

A/N: This is just something I wrote to see if I could do it well enoug hto get a few 'good jobs' in the reviews department. I'm still dedicated 100 to my other fic and it will take priority over this one. Unlike the other one I can not promise quick updates or anything so please bare with me and like my other fic the same rules apply, five reviews or I won't update.

Loves to Invader Enemy (again, yeah, she's that awsome) for putting up with letting me experiment with m-preg on her and for just rocking!

Beta: Tesgura, much loves for you! For without your keen eye and obsessive need to 'help' me with my spelling errors I would get angry, paragraph-long reviews telling me how dumb I was for missing something as stupid as 'grey'.

It had been exactly one year that very day that Dib lost all he knew.

It was, of course, everyone else's fault though. If they had just LISTENED instead of tuning him out or pumping him full of meds to shut him up none of this would have happened.

And they all admitted it too.

Humans were now slaves of the irken empire and the Earth was now a fuel stop and apartment planet.

Irkens lived in luxurious domes to protect them from the rain and some of them even owned a human slave or two of their own while the worker humans lived, like the irkens, in domes and given only enough water to survive on. Their spaces were cramped with almost two families to a room.

Though they weren't really families as most of them were broken up. The children under ten were sent to educational camps while all those ten and up were sent to work like adults.

What of the elders you ask. Well, they don't need to take meds anymore.

Occasionally, if a human were exceptionally tall for their age they would get a small wage and allowed personal possessions. But that was as good as it got.

If you hadn't made it out that is.

Dib slept comfortably next to his irken lover Zim who was curled up against him.

Dib, his father, sister, and a couple of other humans had made it into space and used the experimental space station Membrane had been creating to allow him to do research while in space as a sort of base of operations for the forming rebellion and it had been exactly one year today the rebellion had formed.

Zim was more or less just here for Dib.

Zim, after nearly killing the Tallest while trying to help them enslave the humans he was imprisoned for a good long while until a control brain was set up on Earth. When that was done Zim was, after careful deliberation, deemed defective in the eyes of the brain and was stripped of his title as food service drone just before he was once again about to be absorbed when he just managed to escape by pointing out a pair of humans who were trying to leave their dome.

As the guards turned their attention to the humans Zim was able to break free and immediately sought Dib out.

Oh how he would KILL the human.

In his eyes it was all Dib's fault he was in this position in the first place! If he hadn't gotten in the way for all of those years Zim would be retired by now and living off of the millions of monies invaders got after completing an invasion!

It wasn't that hard to find the space station. Membrane inventions, if you knew what they looked like, could be seen from miles away and the station was no exception.

As it was new the defense system had easily been by passed and he slipped in and, to his luck, found Dib almost immediately, in his room, alone.

"I'm sorry," Dib said as Zim was trying to choke the life out of him.

"Wh-what?" Had been Zim's reaction, his grip on the human's throat loosening.

"I said I was sorry… for ruining your life. But I couldn't let you ruin mine." Dib reasoned, rubbing his neck.

The Dib had made an excellent argument.

"But, I can't go home now. I'll never seen my beautiful Irk again." Zim said, his voice cracked with emotion and his antennae limp in sadness.

Hearing Zim talk about his home planet with such emotion moved Dib and, slowly, he sat up and wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter male in a comforting embrace.

Zim was convinced though that Dib was going to kill him now, but he didn't move. It wouldn't be so bad to be dead would it? He already knew he couldn't kill Dib now anyway, so why not let it be the other way around?

But Zim fell quickly into a deep sleep in the human's arms, the warmth having relaxed him enough to let him do so.

And now, here they were. Out in space orbiting the Earth and wrapped in each other's arms. Zim had needed to be needed, and Dib needed to have someone who would be able to make him happy, and Zim made him happy which made Zim needed. Love came later.

As did heart break.

Zim woke up that morning, feeling a kind of nausea he didn't even know existed. So he got up and made his way to the bathroom where he tried to heave out whatever was making his stomach so upset but when nothing came and the sickness turned to pain he pulled a self-scanner out of his pak and checked his tummy. His eyes widened in horror at what he saw.

He couldn't stay here! He had to leave and he had to do it now!

He was-he was pregnant! Of all things! Pregnancies were rare among irkens, so much so that it nearly whipped out their whole race and they had to turn to bioengineering to create smeets.

He knew the humans would not have the proper equipment to help him carry and later birth the child, not to mention how would Dib feel? That thought scared him most except for the potential of loosing the smeet of course.

He'd heard Dib and his father talking about smeets every once and a while, Membrane saying Dib should get with a nice GIRL, settle down, and have kids. Dib always got angry with his father and told him that he was happy with Zim and didn't need kids.

This, in Zim's mind, settled it. He couldn't burden Dib with the smeet, he couldn't do that, besides, the human was only sixteen, hardly old enough to even be thinking of kids.

But even if Dib WANTED the smeet, he still had to leave for the medical attention, this just meant he had to go alone.

So, while most everyone was still asleep, including his Dib, he snuck out and examined the ship he had escaped from the Tallest in. It still looked pretty bad, but it was flyable, and that's what mattered.

So, with one last, longing gaze in the direction of Dib's room he took off.

Throughout the entire one hour trip to Earth's surface he went undetected by the irken ships flying around the atmosphere, his ship also being irken. But it was when he got to the surface that the trouble began.

He parked his ship where he was directed by flight control and got out where he was immediately surrounded by irken foot patrols.

"Well, well, if it isn't Zim? Committing suicide now are we?" A slightly shorter than Zim irken said, lifting the visor on his helmet.

"Go skinny dip on the sun, Garb, I have better things to do than waste my time trading insults with YOU." Zim snapped, suddenly in a very bad mood at being faced with one of his greatest tormentors in the invader academy.

"Oh don't worry, you won't be doing it for long, the Almighty Tallest want to see you." Garb said with a smirk.

"You don't understand, I need to get to a medical facil-" He was suddenly cut off by a punch to his stomach and he bent over almost double, holding his aching stomach with wide, fearful eyes.

"Now, are you ready to-" Garb was just about to cuff Zim when the pregnant male jumped him, recovering quickly from the punch to his gut and tearing at the irken with claws, biting and punching and ripping anything he could. This bastard could have killed his smeet and he would make sure he would never forget the wrath of Zim!

After having been pulled off of Garb Zim was cuffed and taken to the Tallest, literally kicking and screaming and making sure to make these foot patrol irkens WORK for their minimum wages!

In the Tallests' Earth based throne room Zim was forced into a kneeling position and did something no one, not even Zim himself, knew he was capable of.

He glared hatred at his leaders.

They seemed to not care about Zim's rebellious stare and they leaned back comfortably in their high backed thrones.

"Do you have ANY idea how stupid it was for you to come back here Zim?" Red asked, emphasizing 'you' with a pointed finger.

"I had no choice, I need to see a medical drone." Zim said, half-pleadingly while still glaring at the Tallests.

"You seem healthy enough to me." Purple pointed out with a bored tone. "Nice light skin tone, bright, alert eyes, strong, yet relaxed antennae. If it wasn't for your… defect, I would say you were in perfect health."

"I am, more than perfect, actually." Zim said, a smirk spreading across his face. He knew the information he was about to share with his two leaders would, not only save his life for the next few Earth months, but get him the treatment he KNEW would make their antennae curl in hatred.

"I'm with smeet."

Zim was instantly led off to see a medic drone, the two Tallests following behind, both worried and irritated. They were SURE Zim was mistaken, he'd never been the brightest of irkens, but what if he was right?

Sure enough as Red and Purple watched over the medic's shoulder as he scanned Zim's stomach, there it appeared. I small pouch that had attached itself directly onto and under Zim's squeedilly spooch, carrying a single, perfectly round egg.

"How- how did this happen?" Red asked, immediately next to Zim with a hand around his throat.

"I-I don't know." Zim answered, trying to pry off the Tallest's strong grip.

"Careful, Red, you might hurt the smeet." Purple said, sounding more like he was stating a simple fact than worried.

And it was true. As all organs were attached to the squeedilly spooch which the egg was also attached to any physical trauma could harm the egg.

But, the brain was not attached to the squeedilly spooch, it was connected to the pak, so MENTAL trauma wouldn't hurt the smeet, a fact that made Purple smile.

"Guards," Purple said, snapping his two fingers and saying, "Take Zim to a guest room on our level, make sure he is comfortable and make sure he DOESN'T leave the room."

Red scowled and Zim smirked as he was led out of the room. He knew the Tallests wouldn't do anything to him while he was pregnant, and he was going to take advantage of that fact the whole seven months of his pregnancy.

During these seven months and, to Zim's discomfort, horror, and pain, two extra months he was pampered and was not allowed to lift a finger, at all. Which got boring rather quickly but Zim did enjoy the look on the Tallests' faces when ever they came in and he was either eating doughnuts or some other kind of snack that was reserved for Tallests and royal guests only, or was getting his antennae massaged by their personal masseuse, some curvy alien female that reminded him of a word Dib often used to describe a lot of girls in hi skool, what was it again, oh yeah, tramp.

The doctor was of absolutely NO help during all of this either, in fact, he was quite scared. According to the doctor, as Zim wasn't allowed to see, the egg had disappeared completely, yet somehow the smeet was still alive in the pouch. It looked healthy, too though, not at all sick or scrawny, in fact it had grown so much that Zim's stomach was taking shape to it, which had become VERY painful as irken bodies were not used to something like that happening.

It was then that Zim remembered something from his first year in hi skool, Health Class. This happened to human bodies while THEY were carrying. It seemed though the smeet LOOKED irken in appearance it was developing the way a human child would, not that he would ever tell the Tallests of this.

Zim smirked, this was good, it meant that his smeet would grow up to be nice and tall, just like his father.

Zim's smirk left his face. The father…. He wondered how Dib was, he had missed his human very much, the only thing that seemed to keep him mind off of Dib was the Tallests' look of furry whenever they saw him happy and comfortable, but as the smeet got close to it's time to be born Zim was rarely happy. In fact the guards out side his door were becoming quite frightened of him. A few times he needed to be restrained when the medic drones would come around because he started attacking them when they did their thoughtful 'hmmm's and wouldn't tell him what they were 'hmmm'ing about.

Of course it always turned out to be nothing and Zim would get moody when he was told that.

When it finally came time for the baby to be born Zim swore he was going to die. The pain was a kind of pain he'd never experienced before and never wanted to again. Even the Tallests looked sympathetic when he started screaming.

"Dear IRK what's it doing in there!" Red shouted the question that was on Zim's mind.

"It's, it's shifting…." The medic lord said in a slightly frightened tone.

"Shifting?" Purple asked as though the medic lord said something stupid and moved to take a look at the screen. Sure enough the smeet had shifted down and turned a little so his head was pointing down. "Where does it think it's going?"

Zim's eyes widened. He should have known! If it developed like a human child it would have most certainly want to be born like one too but Zim just didn't have the equipment to let that happen.

"CUT IT OUT!" He shrieked, fear obvious in his voice.

"We aren't doing anything…." Red said before what Zim was really requesting processed.

"CUT IT OUT NOW!" Zim cried, antennae plastered onto the back of his head and cramping from tension.

Instantly the medic lord and drones were at Zim's side, the medic lord holding a medical knife and looking at Zim insecurely.

"Just DO IT YOU WUSS!" Zim shouted, ready to rip the knife out of the medic lord's hand and just do it himself.

Shakily the medic lord made a large incision at Zim's side and half way around his bulging belly, leaving a just big enough space to pull the now large egg pouch and smeet out of Zim's stomach.

Purple was hiding his eyes behind his large gauntlets and Red was stroking his bare arm comfortingly while watching the whole procedure, ready to be sick yet unable to look away. As much as he'd wanted to see Zim in as much pain as possible he actually felt sorry for the mess Zim was currently in.

The smeet Zim just gave birth to once again had everyone amazed. When he was out of the pouch and cleaned off he began to cry. He had no pak and was not given the jolt that would bring him to life and yet he was crying.

Even while he was being sewn up and cleaned off of blood Zim made little grabby motions at his smeet.

"Gimme!" He shouted as much as he could with his now sore throat.

"Zim, he needs a pak." Red said, crossing his arms in a way that said, "No!"

"I don't care, I want my smeet!" Zim said, instantly becoming defensive and wanting to hold the tiny, well, not as tiny as most smeets but still tiny green child.

Red sighed and looked at Purple who nodded and said, "Fine, just let him hold it for a while. He certainly deserves it after that." He then floated off to go throw up the best nachos he'd probably ever eaten he'd had for lunch that afternoon.

The smeet instantly stopped crying when he was put in Zim's arms and he snuggled up against his mother.

Zim's chest filled with an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time, pride. He was not only proud that his smeet could cause so much pain in so short a time and was able to cause The Almighty Tallest to be sick in a way only he has been able to do, but also because he'd done good for once in the eyes of his leaders. As much as he hated what that they had tricked him, made him a punch line for a planet wide joke, he was still at least a tiny bit loyal to them.

Certainly not loyal enough to give up his smeet to their plans for universal conquest, though.

Yay! Crongrats to those of you who made it through that monstrosity, and to those of you who hate m-preg, ZaDR, or both and somehow managed to make it through this... THING I wrote, EXTRA congrats to you, and I know you're probably sick to your stomachs but don't tell me how disgusted you were in reviews. It makes me sad and makes me write terrible things in the hopes you will read them and maybe die by throwing up all major organs.