The Spawn
An IZ fic of sorts
By Unknowner
AN: I don't own Zim. Jhonen Vasquez does, so don't sue me! Oh, and Nickelodeon is evil.
Zed smiled as he stared out over the white-capped surf.
"C'mon, ya scnabcrabbin' rookies! There's waves to be caught!" Not bothering to wait for his companions to get their wet-suits on, he charged into the ocean with his longboard. He never needed a wetsuit, anyway. All water seemed warm to him, and tingled slightly. He smiled as the familiar sensation flooded in, and started to paddle furiously. The first surf of summer.
Shibby.
Gaz hummed to herself as she chopped peppers for the chili she was preparing. Two days left. Two days, and your son will know the truth. I wish I could tell him now. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed deeply.
But will he be ready for it?
"Hey mom!" Zed burst into the seaside condo's kitchen, dripping slightly. He shook out his greyish mane of hair and headed for the fridge.
"Hello yourself. Five hours of surfing, and the first thing you do is jet to the fridge?"
He grinned insanely. "Hey, catching waves builds an appetite."
"I have news for you." Gaz smiled slightly and leaned against the counter.
Zed leaned out of the fridge. He knew that tone of voice. She only used it when she was
About to drop a bombshell.
"Dare I ask?"
"Your father's coming home on Monday." Zed's crimson-centered eyes widened, and his jaw scraped the floor. His dad, the ambassador? The guy he hadn't seen since he was five? The mystery man he had weekly phone conversations with? It couldn't be!
"There's more. He's bringing your Uncle Dib with him."
"Dad? But... I thought..."
"Yeah, I know. Actually, he'll explain everything when he gets here."
"Will we have to pick him up at the airport?"
"Nope."
"The docks, then?"
Gaz smiled a bit. "Trust me, Zed. Your father knows how to make an entrance."
The corners of Zed's mouth twitched as he headed back for the beach.
Hm. Probably a helicopter, then.
An IZ fic of sorts
By Unknowner
AN: I don't own Zim. Jhonen Vasquez does, so don't sue me! Oh, and Nickelodeon is evil.
Zed smiled as he stared out over the white-capped surf.
"C'mon, ya scnabcrabbin' rookies! There's waves to be caught!" Not bothering to wait for his companions to get their wet-suits on, he charged into the ocean with his longboard. He never needed a wetsuit, anyway. All water seemed warm to him, and tingled slightly. He smiled as the familiar sensation flooded in, and started to paddle furiously. The first surf of summer.
Shibby.
Gaz hummed to herself as she chopped peppers for the chili she was preparing. Two days left. Two days, and your son will know the truth. I wish I could tell him now. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed deeply.
But will he be ready for it?
"Hey mom!" Zed burst into the seaside condo's kitchen, dripping slightly. He shook out his greyish mane of hair and headed for the fridge.
"Hello yourself. Five hours of surfing, and the first thing you do is jet to the fridge?"
He grinned insanely. "Hey, catching waves builds an appetite."
"I have news for you." Gaz smiled slightly and leaned against the counter.
Zed leaned out of the fridge. He knew that tone of voice. She only used it when she was
About to drop a bombshell.
"Dare I ask?"
"Your father's coming home on Monday." Zed's crimson-centered eyes widened, and his jaw scraped the floor. His dad, the ambassador? The guy he hadn't seen since he was five? The mystery man he had weekly phone conversations with? It couldn't be!
"There's more. He's bringing your Uncle Dib with him."
"Dad? But... I thought..."
"Yeah, I know. Actually, he'll explain everything when he gets here."
"Will we have to pick him up at the airport?"
"Nope."
"The docks, then?"
Gaz smiled a bit. "Trust me, Zed. Your father knows how to make an entrance."
The corners of Zed's mouth twitched as he headed back for the beach.
Hm. Probably a helicopter, then.