"Professor! We have captured an alien!" A young man in a lab coat ran into the lab.
A tall man with lightning hair looked up from one of his many inventions and raised an eyebrow.
"Alien?" He gasped.
The young man nodded.
"Yes, sir. We have contained it in a cell for you to take a look." He said and guestured to the door. The professor nodded and followed the young scientist into the room where the alien was held. The professor walked into the room and found a short, green-skinned, magenta-eyed alien slumped in a corner with his head held low. The black, lightning-haired man gasped at the sight. He motioned for all other scientists to leave the room and allow the man to observe the alien in silence. Once the men in lab coats exited the room, the tall man approached the cell and stared at the alien for a moment.
The tiny alien noticed his presence but didn't look up. He was now captured and had given up.
"What? No 'filthy earth-stinks?' No 'I am ZIM and will conquor all?'" The scientist smirked.
The little alien raised his head up and stared at the man in shock.
"...Dib-stink?" He asked.
"Looks like you've finally been captured. Wish it was my doing." The man chuckled.
"Why is the stink-filth doing THIS job? Zim thought you wanted to do that para-chuting." He said, scooting a little closer to the human.
"Thats paranormal." The man laughed. "And I gave that up once my dad died." His laugh died when he said that. The alien remained silent. "Where did you go?" The man suddenly asked. "You just vanished, I never saw you at school again, and your base had vanished as well."
"I was called back to Irk. Something important came up." The little alien replied.
"And you came back?" The scientist asked. "I thought you hated this 'ball of filth.'" He smirked. A small smile crept upon the green face, but it soon faded.
"I was banished here after causing all our Irken tanks to blow up." He answered.
"You cause so much destruction on your planet, yet you never could cause one little explosion here, well except you base." The human in his early thirties commented.
"What are you going to do with me?" The alien suddenly asked. Fear crept in his voice, something the man never heard in the Irken's voice. The man stared at his old foe for a minute. Would he really keep his old enemy, the Irken who tried to destroy his home long ago? Would he perform tests on him? Autopsy him on a metal surface like many of the other scientists would if they found an alien? The man didn't answer. Instead he silently walked over to the controls of the cell and pushed a button which opened the door. The alien looked up at the six foot three man in his four foot height. His antennae perked up like a dogs ears would and stared at the open door as if afraid it was a trap.
"You better get out of here before I turn your alien organs into piles of mush." The man smirked playfully. The alien stood up and walked outside the cell. Instead of walking out the emergency exit door, he approached his old enemy and stuck out his hand.
"What are you doing?" The man asked, staring at the three-clawed hand.
"I believe this is the custom when you want to create peace with your enemy." The alien said.
The lightningbolt-haired man said nothing, but stuck out his hand and shook it with his old enemy.
"Thank you, Dib-stink." The alien said quietly and headed towards the door.
"See ya, alien scum." The man waved as the alien vanished behind the door.