Today, Dr. Hazel and her sister MokieMorty are writing together! (Smile) So read and enjoy!

MokieMorty says: "If you think this first chapter seems a little rushed... Think about the show itself for a minute. O.o But, if that doesn't calm you, don't worry! Things only get better as stories progress. So... Yup."

(Oh, and we don't own Zim or Dib or the Irken race. Xp)

"Ha! Foolish Earth-stink!" Zim laughed at Dib as he reeled in pain on the ground. "That was for the jelly-beans!" Zim screamed.

"Geez, Zim!" Dib said trying not to focus on the pain emitting from his lower body, where Zim's foot had come in contact with only a few seconds earlier. "That was two weeks ago!"

"No it wasn't!" Zim yelled jutting his lower jaw out. "It was one week, five days, and six hours ago!" He said pointing an accusing finger at the crumpled up body in front of him. Dib's eyes narrowed awkwardly.

"You kept track?"

"Yes."

"You're a moron." Dib stated plainly.

"No I am not!" Zim shouted in defense.

"Whatever, Zim." Dib got up, to continue his walk home. "You just keep saying that."

"What is that supposed to mean!?" Zim's eyes narrowed. "Do you want Zim to kick you in your disgusting Earth-body-sacks again!?"

"What!? No!" Dib looked angrily at Zim. "Go away." He continued walking.

"Very well… I will go away, but you must not interfere with Zim's plans tonight!" Zim said proudly to himself.

"Plans? What plans are you making Zim?"

"Same plans I always do!" Zim stated the obvious. "World domination!" Zim smiled. "My amazing plans, of amazing goodness…" His 's' sound was elongated like the sound a train made when it was coming to a stop.

"Can't you… Ya know? Maybe… Not, try taking over the Earth tonight?" Dib was obviously growing bored with Zim's constant attempts at world conquest. It was the same thing for him, over, and over, and over again. He would defeat Zim, try to expose him, but fail miserably. The boy grew tired of the same game. He needed a change, just for a little while.

"Why?" Zim asked.

"Because. This is getting a little to repetitive. I'm bored." Dib stated.

"Bored!? HA! Pathetic Earth-creature. Your boredom will be this planet's downfall! Haha!" Zim paused, seeing how he got no reaction from Dib, he threw his hands up in the air and started pouring out his latest plan. "I've built an amazing machine! One so amazing, you'll be so amazed… That…" Zim thought for a minute. "That you'll be in awe!" Dib cocked an eyebrow at Zim's choice of redundant words and just kept walking. "Don't you want to know what it does?" Zim asked.

"No Zim. Not really." Dib stopped at his front door, and shook his head.

"What!? Why not!?" Zim was shocked that Dib was just giving up on him. Just like that!

"I already told you, Zim, I…" Dib's voice trailed off, and his eyes narrowed and his head was turned to the sky.

"What?" Zim asked, not bothering to look behind him until Dib pointed out to the street. Zim spun around, and there, in the street, was maroon Voot Cruiser! No, it was not Zim's, this one was much to big. "What on Irk?" Zim looked confused, and Dib just as much. Soon, a tall Irken figure exited the cockpit of the dark ship.

It was a tall Irken, with Purple eyes. He carried a long pointed staff with him. "Irken, Zim?" He asked in a monotone voice.

"Yes, I am Zim." Zim nodded.

"Good. You, I-"

"Who are you!?" Dib asked while interrupting the new alien before him.

"That is not important, alien." The purple-eyed alien hissed at the ill-mannered boy before him. "Irken Zim, I have been instructed to retrieve you for deactivation." Zim's eyes widened at what he was hearing. "You can come quietly, or you can put up a fight. Either way, our departure from this planet is inevitable." The Irken pointed his staff at Zim threateningly.

"Deactivation!?" Zim yelped, "Zim doesn't want to expire!" Zim complained to the taller Irken. "Why is Zim being deactivated?"

"You are defective. The tallest have decided that all Irken defectives are going to be deactivated for the good of the planet, and the safety of the Tallest. Also, you're very annoying." The alien stated. While reaching out to grab Zim.

"No!!!" Zim shrieked and grabbed Dibs by the leg as he was being dragged off. "Zim doesn't want to go!!! Zim has a mission, still!"

"Nya! Let go! Zim! Let go!" Dib hollered, as he was dragged of with Zim.

If the larger Irken ever noticed Dib's shrieks, or even his presence, he ignored it, continuing to drag his intended prey to the ship. The Irken shoved the two into the back of his ship, and several bars fell from the ceiling, creating a cage. The cage separated the passengers from the driver.

"Wait!" Dib pleaded, "You gotta let me out! I'm not Zim! I'm not supposed to be here!" Dib tried to explain. The unnamed Irken seemed to be deaf to all Dibs pleas. "This is all your fault, ZIM!" Dib spat. They had already exited Earth's atmosphere.

Now even Zim seemed to be ignoring poor Earth-child, to distracted by his own defiant screams. It was deafening. "ZIM DOES NOT DESERVE DEACTIVATION!!! I want to liiiiiiiiive!!!" He howled.

Still, the taller Irken ignored Zim's pitiful pleas, dead set on his mission of return.

"You can't do this!" His voice cracked slightly. "There has to be some mistake!"

"Yeah, there is." Dib mumbled. "I'm here."

"Are you all you can think about right now!?" Zim cried. "The mighty Zim is going to perish, and all you care about is your filthy human self!"

"I don't even like you." Dib replied. "Much less care about you."

To this, Zim simply grumbled an unintelligible phrase, most likely an insult (Or just moaning.) before turning back to his desperate cries. "The Tallest need me! I'm the only one with any knowledge of this horrible planet!" He motioned behind him, hinting at the little planet they'd just left.

"You don't know anything about it." Dib retorted.

"Stay out of this, Dib-beast!" He growled.

"You can beg, and whine, and cry, and scream all you want, Zim." The taller Irken finally spoke, simply to alleviate the constant screams and shouts. "I have a mission. The tallest sent me to bring you back to Irk for your execution."

"'Irk'?" Dib questioned, unsure of whether to be excited or terrified.

"You can go out with some honor, or you can continue to scream and deny your doom." All the while, his voice was unnervingly monotone. He turned to Dib, who still worn a torn, confused expression. "As for you, horrible, ugly alien-"

"Dib." The human corrected.

The Irken simply continued, not bothering to correct himself. "You will be used for study of your race. You will be questioned, then dissected."

To that, the confusion was over-taken by shock. "Why!?"

The Irken simply shrugged and went back to ignoring him.

Under any other circumstances, Zim would be snickering at his semi-retribution for all that the Earth-child had put him through, but not today. Today, he was more concerned with his own well-being then revenge.

"Zim is not defective!" Zim continued where he left off. "At least not this one! You must have me confused with… The… Uh… Other 'Zim'!" He smiled to himself at his own 'cleverness'.

The Irken glanced back from his piloting for a moment. "No, I'm pretty sure you're the right one." He turned back.

Zim began to make random noises of frustration and fear. "This is an outrage! Release me now!!!" He shouted. "Please?"

"No."

For the remainder of the trip, Dib sat back in the corner, dwelling on how to escape his demise, while Zim continued his barrage of threats, pleas, guilt-trips, and whatever else he could think of. Even when his voice went hoarse, and his throat exhausted, he still continued.

Three days passed before they'd arrived on Irk.

(Hey, who knows how long Zim was floating around out there in the first episode. Besides, this guy's got connections… Light speed!)

"Pleeeeease?" Zim tried one last time as the Irken dragged them out of the Cruiser, after outfitting them with some sort of alien-looking hand-cuffs.

He pulled the two along calmly and unceremoniously, almost as if they weren't even there. "Man, that one is annoying." The tall Irken stated while handing them over to a burly green-eyed Irken.

"Hm. The tallest won't want to miss his execution. I'll have to alert them of this ones capture." The green-eyed alien said while eyeing Zim. His glance shifted to a pale and hungered Dib. "What is this thing?"

"Hm. 'Found it with the defective. I thought the scientist would get a kick out of experimenting on this one." Spoke the purple-eyed alien. "'Looks a little… dead though… Might need some food. Or something."

"He can eat when he has been secured. Take him to the prison." The burly Irken pointed to a holding cell. "Both of them can use the same cell. We're running out of room."

"Very well." Saluted the Purple-eyed alien, as he lead them to a rather small holding cell.

"Wait!" Zim cried out once again.

His voice was beginning to burn holes through the Irken's brain. "No." And with that, the two were shoved through the door, as a flat-laser field fell to lock them in.

Zim growled. "This is all your fault, Dib!" His voice was almost strained, but he still managed to force malice into it.

"How's it my fault?" He questioned, almost starting to ponder, before realizing it made no sense.

Zim paused. "I hate you!"

"This is your fault!" Dib retorted. "I shouldn't even be here! You brought me here!"

"So?"

"I hate you." He turned away from him, crossing his arms. "We need to get out of here…" His eyes searched the small room, prying for any means of exit.

"'We'?" Zim scowled.

Dib turned to him again. "Fine, I have to get out! I'll just leave you here." He thought for a moment. "Once I figure out how to get out…"

"And then where will you go, Earth-worm?" Zim sneered. "You can't even get yourself a ship, much less fly your way out of here."

"And I suppose you could?"

(I don't overuse italics.)

"Yes, yes I could. I could do it very well, in fact!"

"I'd like to see you try!" He said with a slight laugh.

"To bad, you won't be able to see it from your cell. HA!" He filled the laugh with evil.

Through a small shaft in the wall, a tray seemed to slide in from the other side, though there seemed to be no hole for the food to come through. But, when you're hungry enough, you don't notice details like this. And Dib certainly was hungry.

There was even a small bottle with the 'food'. It was filled with some strange dark green liquid, which could be assumed as some sort of soda. Dib gratefully chugged the thick, sticky liquid, following it with the granular chunk of matter which he almost knew was food. (Had his hunger not overpowered his taste-buds, he probably wouldn't have made it passed the liquid.)

He took in a slow breath, filled with new strength. "Okay…"

Zim simply nibbled at his un-naturally shaped chunk, before dropping it. "I don't like it! It tastes like…" He paused, searching for the right comparison. "Something I don't like!"

Dib cocked an eyebrow at his foolish nemesis, but continued to choke down the chunky block of food. As soon as Dib finished eating, the burly Irken had walked down to their cell; a menacing look on his face.

"I've contacted the Tallest. They've been informed of your capture, and have set course back to Irk." He sneered. "They should be here in about a day, so don't get to comfortable." He wandered back down the hall.

"One day!?" Zim repeated in confusion. "Did you hear that, Meat-stink!?"

"I did." Dib replied. 'More time to think of how to escape.' He thought hopefully.

Zim watched the other alien lurch off. "Now… We need a plan…"

"Oh, now it's 'we' again?" Dib scoffed.

"Only if you think of something first!" Zim was quick to inform him.

Again, Dib cocked an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"So…" He began casually, as though nothing out of the ordinary was going on. "Got any ideas?"

"That depends…" Dib began. "Are all Irkens as… Intelligent as you?"

Zim didn't seem to catch the double meaning of the sentence.

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