Hi, I do not own any of the amazing characters who are portrayed in this fanfic. Great. Now I feel horrible. Are you happy now? No|? I figured as much. If you haven't already grasped this from the title, this is a DaTr fanfic. Feel free to turn back now. I won't blame you.

Chapter #1: The Outcast

Dib's POV

Rain dripped off the ledge above the window. My eyes followed it as it fell, the water shattering upon impact. I flinched as a drop hit my forehead, likely from a the school's lousy roofing. Another drop fell, and this time it slid down my nose. My eyes crossed looking at it and I groaned. I was avoiding listening to Mrs. Tammy's lecture. It was about how hearts had become associated with love, in honor of the date. Today was February 14th, not that it meant anything to me. The only thing that it represented was my failure to expose Zim for yet another year, and of course, my lack of friends. Not like I had ever expected the second one to change. I mean, today was Valentines Day and everyone had avoided me. They walked what must have been a predetermined "safe distance" from me when they passed out their meat slabs. Well, I take that back, not everyone. I turned around and glanced at Gretchen. She stared back at me dreamily and smiled, her braces gleaming and her eye twitching. I turned back around and shuddered, noticing a slip of paper tucked inside the pile of steak she had given me. I pulled it out. "FeR Dab LuvF buGfot" it read, in handwriting that was barely legible Handwriting and grammar this bad could only belong to and alien just began to learn how to write in English. "You know Zim," I began, interrupting Mrs. Tammy. "You joke would've been funnier if you actually knew how to write."

"What? Zim knows how to write just as well as any other pig smelly in this room."

"Sure Zim. Why don't you write a letter to your alien leaders and see what they say... if you even know what a letter is."

"Ha! Irkens are far too superior to write "letters" like you pathetic little humans-" Zim said, but stopped when he notice the onlookers he had attracted. "Ehhh, I mean. Letters are for crazy people like Dib. Yep. That's all."

"Right." I replied, and sighed. "And that's why you wrote one. Good move Zim."

"Thank you. I'm glad you finally appreciate my superiority."

"Make 'em be quite Mrs. Tammy!" Poonchy screamed.

"Yeah! They're crazy!" Sarah complained.

"No, I think that Zim's just weird. Dib's definitely crazy though." The Letter M argued.

"Now children, I think that we should all just calm down." Mrs. Tammy said, attempting to silence the class. Her efforts were futile, for the class ignored her and argued over what me and Zim should be "classified" as. I turned back towards the window and fumed silently to myself. I wanted to turn around and scream at them, run over and tear Zim's disguise off, do something, anything to make them listen to me... even if that meant waiting until the Earth was in steaming ruins with Zim standing on top. A shrill bell rang, shattering my thoughts and drowning out the arguments. "Time to go home guys! Have a nice afternoon!" Right, like that was going to happen. I stood up and grabbed a steak from atop my desk. On my way out the front door of the classroom I threw it in Zim's face. I chuckled to myself as he rolled around screaming.

I walked home next to Gaz, trying to keep as dry as possible under her pitiful umbrella. I was quiet for a while, but eventually, I started spilling out all my frustrations. "And then they were completely oblivious as Zim said the name of his race right in front of them! They are just such idiots! Do you know what they did then? Do you? They argued over whether or not I was crazy or just-" I stopped as Gaz growled and stormed off with the umbrella leaving me alone in the rain. It seeped into my coat and I could feel it, cold against my skin. I shivered as I began to wonder if this was how things would always be. If I would always be the social outcast, and teased by the very people who's lives I had saved countless times. I sighed and reluctantly began to walk again. My pace quickened as I remembered that Mysterious Mysteries would be on tonight.

Tak's POV

"Warning! You're oxygen supply has reached critical levels. Immediate landing is advised." I sat up slowly, my head spinning. I opened my eyes cautiously and was greeted by the same sight I had seen for who knows how long now; Earth. Currently, it was merely a green and blue blob, for my eyes had yet to focus, but I recognized it easily enough. It was the place I had lost what may have been the last scrap of dignity I possessed. Zim had, with much luck, defeated me. Now I sat in the ruins of my ship waiting for my brain to process what was happening. The word oxygen drifted through my brain in search of something to connect with. Finally, it did, and I let out a startled gasp.

"MiMi! Why didn't you warn me!" I shrieked, but the words fell flat in the silence of my ship as her disembodied head drifted past my face. "I'm s-s-sorry MiMi.." I whispered, my voice cracking. It was then I remembered that talking used up oxygen faster. I panicked, unsure of my next move. I was going to die here. I gripped the armrests of my chair tightly, digging my claws deep into the cushioning. My only chance of survival was to return to Earth through an emergency landing, and I would rather suffocate then humiliate myself in such a way. I would be without a base if I landed... without a sir unit, without contact with the Tallests. I wouldn't have even the slightest chance of conquest, and this was all assuming that I don't die during the landing itself. "CURSE YOU ZIM!" I screamed, smashing my fists with full fury down upon the control panel. Several switches and buttons had cracked, and the smooth metal panel beneath them was dented. I raised my fists in horror as the words "EMERGENCY LANDING INITIATED" appeared on the screen in front of me, The ship lurched forward...

To be continued...