All I Want For X-Mas Ch.4 FINAL

There was nothing that Zim hated more than being too warm or too cold and for a long, long time he'd been way too cold for comfort. He'd been so jealous of the stupid human's heat, the way that Dib could keep it all to himself so easily.

Maybe it was a stupid reason to be jealous of someone but, to Zim it was perfectly reasonable. However, he was currently appeased. Appeased and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

Gir was tearing into the empty cardboard from all the presents that Santa had exploded everywhere, and then in turn that folks had discarded on their driveways. The house was wonderfully dim and aside from the robot's antics and the stupidity coming from the television, it was quiet.

Dib was asleep. Big head lolling, mouth open, drool coming from the tinted pink lips. Zim rolled his eyes at the human who of course couldn't see the attitude. The irken watched the boy from across the room, leaning against the doorway of his living room.

After the whole ordeal…the goo, and the screaming and then there was the Santa thing too. Well, Dib had passed out, leaving Zim to drag him home. The alien realized that his solider was quite fragile in comparison to Irkens. He would have to fix that somehow.

A loud snore interrupted his musings. "Yes, I know you're sleeping, Dib-Stink." He knew that Dib was okay because all his vitals were fine. It was just the boy being stubborn. So without further ado the alien strode over to the couch and flopped down on top of Dib, trying to get a reaction. Only the reaction was from him as he jumped up a few milliseconds later cursing in pain, rubbing a spot on his chest.

With a low growl his hand shot into the boy's jacket, digging into the leather pocket and yanking out something…

It was like those stupid things that the Saucer Morons had on their heads. Nearly gray with flaking silver paint chips, a tiny button that hardly did anything. A small string hung from the top of the object. Underneath the tiny ship, black sharpie proudly proclaimed the thing as Dib's UFO.

Zim rolled his eyes and chucked the thing. The stupid boy didn't need a plastic alien ship. Not when he had the real thing laying on top of him, waiting to test out the affection ratios, with burning questions about what being a couple entailed (could he still call him names and chain him to lab tables?).

Still he guessed, since the boy had gone through so much…and Dib had been nice enough to get him the knives and…well he was just so sinfully warm…

Zim sighed. He GUESSED that Dib could sleep a little while longer.

The irken rolled his eyes once more for good measure and pride, before curling up into the human's warm on that cold Christmas day.