-A few months later…-

Dib sat with his wife and their child, little Vem Dibbeh Zimmerman-Membrane. Dibbeh wasn't the actual full middle name, but it was a much more fun name to use. They sat in the waiting room with a very nervous Zim. He was sweating profusely at the wait and was finally called in to help with the birthing. Dib and Tak followed with Vem safely in their arms.

Zim and Gaz had gotten married several months before with a large successful wedding and Tak had given birth just a few days after. The little smeet in her arms was testament to that. Vem, named after their late friend who ended the Battle of Earth and saved billions of lives, was a small, light-maroon-eyed smeet, the eyes and several other features a side-effect of Dib's human DNA overruling Zim's DNA.

Zim was holding Gaz's hand as she birthed the unrelated cousin. Zim winced in pain at the increasingly tighter grip of his beloved Gaz-flower, but he withstood the pain. None of the group of four regretted their decisions to have their smeets/children. Finally Gaz passed the child and began to relax.

"What shall the name be?" The nurse asked after she handed the small, pale and green-tinged baby to its parents. "Dizzy Gazlene Membrane-Schultzerfelt." Gaz and Zim recited flawlessly. Tak and Dib sniggered. "'Schultzerfelt'? Are you serious, Zim?" Tak asked. Zim scowled. "We were pretending to be foreigners and you chose a German name, so I chose one as well." He argued. Dib shook his head. "Schultzerfelt sounds German, but I doubt there's a person on this planet with that name." He replied.

Gaz stuck her tongue out. "I have that name. So does Zim and our daughter, so neh to you." Dib rolled his eyes. His sister was much more playful and cheery on medication this powerful but even then it was little more than dull effort. Dib looked out the window of the hospital room.

"It's going to be a beautiful day. I can already tell." He said as he studied the birds flying with the sunrise in the background behind the cityscape. It was one of the few times of the day that the grey city was colourful and it was always a breathtaking sight. The other two occasions were rush hour when everyone was out and occasionally colourful and sunset.

Zim and Gaz were too focused and involved in their newborn daughter to focus on the sunset. To them the child was more beautiful than a million sunsets. Tak was nodding agreement though as she held Vem up. "It will be." She agreed.

Tak and Dib held hands as they watched Gaz and Zim. "She shall be the mightiest smeet ever!" Zim declared, "Just like her father and mother!" Gaz was playing with the little swirl of dark purple on the infant's head as Zim praised her.

Tak looked around for a moment after feeling something misplaced. "Where are MiMi and Gir?" She asked to no one in particular. Dib and Zim began to look around the room until Dib spotted them out the window.

"They're out having fun." He explained simply, smiling. Tak let out a soft 'aw' at the sight as Zim explained what was taking place to the ditsy Gaz.

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Gir had run off from the screams of pain Gaz was emitting and MiMi had followed him out of the hospital. Gir began smiling and dancing playfully on the sidewalk. "Gir, what are you doing? I thought you were saddened?" MiMi asked the dancing robot.

"The scary lady was in pain. I don'ts like pain too much." Gir explained. MiMi stood for a moment, figuring now would be a good time to ask Gir his feelings for her. She'd displayed her affection towards him a few months back but was disappointed that he seemed to have virtually dismissed them.

"So, what do you like?" She asked, rocking on her robotic heels. Gir smiled. "I like tacos, and piggies, and toquitos," Gir began ecstatically. MiMi's optic twitched for a moment as she realized how long this was going to take. Quite a bit later Gir began finishing his list and MiMi was beginning to refocus on her spastic companion.

"And dancing, and cookies!" Gir said, "But most of all, I likes my master and the scary girl and yous, kitty!" Gir then brought the stunned MiMi in for an embrace, but unlike his previously overpowering hugs, this one was gentle and serene. "I loves you, MiMi. You is like the best girly-friend I've ever had! I'm glad you're always nearby." He said softly.

MiMi's circuits were on the verge of overheating. If she had skin and blood her cheeks would be tomato coloured at this point. "I-I love you too, Gir." She replied softly, albeit electronically. They stood there for several moments.

"Gir, what did you say about loving to dance?" MiMi asked after a moment. Gir smiled. "I know all kinds of dances! Would you like to learn something fancy or something fun and cool?" Gir asked, his ecstatic attitude never faltering. "How about something… romantic?" MiMi suggested as she stroked Gir's face gently. The feeling of metal on metal was oddly warm.

"Oh, alright." Gir smiled warmly. He began dancing the waltz with MiMi in the middle of the hospital parking lot, not realizing they were being watched by their masters and mistresses just a few stories above them.

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A few days later the two old friends/enemies, Irken and human, got together away from their families for a moment to look out at the city from atop their old skool. They both had their preferred drink in hand: Poop brand cola for Dib and an Irken imported soda for Zim.

They were watching the sunset go by before heading back to their families. They'd been doing it once a week ever since the end of the Battle for Earth. They planned on inviting their wives to do it when the children were older, but for now both fathers were overly-defensive of their newborns.

"So, do you regret our decision, Dib-friend?" Zim asked, adding a suffix out of the desire of old habits. Dib smiled. "Not in the slightest." He responded. "You regret the life debt?" He asked his alien friend. Zim smiled. "Not at all."

They stood there for a moment longer as the last rays of sunlight passed away. "It's been a good life." Dib noted. "It sure has. But just think: it's only just begun for us." Zim stated. Dib smiled and nodded agreement.

It was a beautiful thing and he wouldn't change a damn thing about it.

Chapter 42 Complete, please R&R

STORY OVAH! Anyway, sorry for the short ending and the fact it took several days to finish :/

Bad Nitocolus! Bad! But, this is how I chose to end it. I'm sorry if the ending totally ruined the rest of the story and I hope you will forgive me. Endings are my archenemy; they seek to destroy me, they do.

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Anyway, it's been great and thank you everyone for your reviews and favourites! This has been my longest fic ever and the most fun one I've ever worked on! Thank you readers and reviewers for keeping me going till I finished it! I loves ya!

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