One Touch and You Die

Gaz and Zim were sitting in the back of the class, as there teacher, lectured them on how futile life will be once they set foot out into the world.

"Hey, Zim? Wanna hang out at my place, this weekend? I think dad might let you stay over," she said.

Zim looked thoughtful for a minute, and nodded. "Yes…yes, I would very much enjoy that," Zim said. "By the way, your brother won't happen to be there, will he," he asked, looking intently.

Gaz shrugged. "I guess."

Dib was out sick today with a cold.

"You two! Hush up, back here," said, slithering out of nowhere behind Zim and Gaz. "Now, before I forget, the school is hosting a dance this Saturday, and you're all to come. They say that it's to help you kids have fun," said, putting air quotes around the words "have fun." "But rest assured, that there will be very little fun had, as you all try to work up the non-existent nerve to ask someone to spend there evening with you here," she said, as she glided over the floor, back to her desk, and the school bell rang, dismissing the kids from school.

"Later, Zim," Gaz said, heading home. Not long after leaving school, Gaz got the feeling she was being watched. "…Dib? Is that another of you and those stupid drones," she asked, and after a few moments, she got her answer.

"I wasn't doing anything, except making sure you made it home alright," Dib's voice came out of a drone, as its cloaking device deactivated.

"Right…," Gaz said sarcastically. "And exactly how long have you been watching," she raised an eyebrow.

"Not…long…, so what's this about Zim coming over," he asked, as the drone got in Gaz's face.

Gaz said nothing, but took the drone in her hands, and tossed it through a fence, where a hungry dog began to attack it. Gaz smiled a bit, hearing Dib's fading yelps to try and get her attention.

Zim was at home, getting ready to dissect a monkey, when G.I.R showed up next to him.

"G.I.R, what is it," Zim asked.

"Post-Kid's at the door, Master," G.I.R said, as he put a taco in his mouth.

"Post-Kid? Hm…very well. Let's see what he wants," Zim said, as he got into his usual disguise.

Zim answered the door, and standing there was a poorly disguised Dib in a mailman's outfit. "Um…hello," he said, in an oddly fitting voice, which (of course) fooled Zim.

"Hello, Post-person," Zim said, eyeing him suspiciously. "What is your business with Zim," he asked.

Dib stammered a bit, and cough, (still suffering from his cold,) "Um…I have a delivery of," he began, as he reached into the bag at his side, pulling out a package of bacon. "Um…Bacon brand Bacon…for Zim," he lied, wondering where that bacon had come from. "I just need you to sign for it," he said, handing Zim a clipboared.

"BACON! Gimmie," G.I.R said, has he quickly took the bacon from Dib, and ran into the kitchen with it. "Bacon

Zim looked over the clipboared. "So just write my name," he asked.

Dib nodded. "Name…initials…what you'll be doing Saturday," he added, quickly, looking nonchalant.

"Hm…of course…let me just, got you," Zim said, grabbing Dib by his neck, and tossing him into the house. "Thought you could get by me, and discover my plans to infiltrate your lab and destroy it this Saturday, huh? Well, you forgot one thing?"

"And what's that," Dib asked, getting to his feet.

"I loves bacon," G.I.R called from the kitchen.

"You forgot…I am Zim," Zim, called, raising his fists into the air in victory.

Dib sneezed, but smiled. "Ha! That's where you're wrong, Zim, because I won this time," he smirked.

"Huh? Explain yourself, human," Zim called.

"You forgot, but there's a dance coming up, and I've studied a lot about girls, and I know they like dances, and since it's Saturday, you won't be able to get to my lab. So you can either A. Have Gaz break free of your mind control by just hanging out at our house, or B. You can take her to the dance, allowing me time to get past your security and into your lab," he explained.

"You lie," Zim cried in anguish.

"Oh, but I…truth," Dib said. "Sure, she may not act like it all the time, but Gaz is a girl, and she'll be so devastated by you not taking her to the dance, that she'll probably destroy you before I get the chance, and if you do take her to the dance, I'll be able to sneak into your lab, find out everything about your mission, and expose you for the filthy alien you are," Dib stated.

Zim, scoffed, and smirked, as the two robots that served as Zim's parents appeared behind Dib, and managed to wrestle him out of the the house, but as he went, he continued to berate Zim and his plans, up until a large dog, came and chased him down the street.

As Zim watched the dog chase Dib away, he began to ponder Dib's words. What if Gaz really did want to attend this "dance?" It had become apparent to Zim that he did, care about Gaz, even though she was only human. "Computer! Define celebration: Dance," he called out.

A large monitor fell from the ceiling, accompanied by an oddly uncertain voice. "Dance: A formal get together were humans hold hands and step on each other's feet," it said.

"Hm…this painful ritual does seem something Gaz would enjoy…,but still, how can I possibly miss a chance to destroy more of Dib's stuff," he asked himself, in vain.

What will Zim do now, that he's faced with a problem, that could end his relationship with Gaz? And what exactly does she want? Well, we'll figure this out next chapter. Big thanks to all my Invader Zim fans out there who get me to actually write these fics. ^^ This is for all of you. Stay Small/Straight-Edge.