Hello. So yeah, this is my first fanfic. I like writing stories but often I get started and after the first two pages I either get stuck or get bored with the idea and leave it. But THIS time, I actually FINISHED! Anyway, first fanfic, don't flame, reviews would be nice. So, I don't really think this story counts as a ZaDR, I think its more of rivalry teamwork. But think of it as you like ^^

Ok, I'll shut up now. ONTO THE AMAZING ZIM STORY!

Deep underground, below a rather abnormal house was a secret underground lab. And in this underground lab resided two beings.

"GIR! I thought I told you to stop playing with the main power source!" A small green alien shouted irritably. "Zim needs to concentrate to fix this jet pack!"

"But its FUN!" screamed GIR as he floated past. "I don't want you messing with the system GIR. Don't you remember what happened last time? You became the houses new brain." Zim shuddered. That had been HORRIBLE.

GIR paid no attention, floating past, blue crackling energy surrounding the tiny dysfunctional SIR unit, thick wires pouring from his head. "Wheeeeeeeee!"

Zim winced at GIR's screaming. What he needed was a way to keep GIR in line. He'd tried computer chips, but GIR would often take them out to make room for all sorts of DISGUSTING human foods like cupcakes and tacos. Just putting GIR in duty mode was out too because when he'd done that GIR had tried to kill him.

It sure is a good thing I'm so clever and resourceful, thought Zim. Much more so than GIR anyway.

Zim inserted the final screw. "I'm a genius!" he said triumphantly. "GIR, get down!" GIR paid the green alien no mind, whizzing past, screaming with mindless excitement.

"GIR!" Zim shouted again. "The Scary Monkey Show is on!" Zim said in a coaxing voice, knowing the mention of that infernal show should get his attention.

"Is it?" GIR immediately come down. "SCARY MONKEY SHOW!" he said enthusiastically, clutching his rubber piggy and running past Zim to the elevator that led from the lab to the toilet that was for some reason located in Zim's kitchen.

GIR ran to the couch and jumped on, switching on the TV. Zim got busy putting on his lenses and wig. It was almost time for Skool. Zim gave a little shudder. Skool. Such a horrible place of misery! And Zim's attempts at getting information for the Irken Invasion had been slow there. But soon he would find a good weakness. The he, Zim, future ruler of this FILTHY mud ball would rise and reign terror on all the pitiful worm baby humans. And Dib-stink would be his servant- no better yet, a little lab rat, there to be tortured and experimented on whenever Zim wanted!

Zim gave a little maniacal cackle. He fiddled with the left lens a bit then picked up his Skool bag. "GIR!" I am going to Skool. Just stay here and nothing will go wrong." As Zim banged the door shut, he briefly wondered why he kept GIR around. He always messed things up. Even during those rare and brief moments when GIR changed to duty mode and actually LISTENED to him, he would go back to his normal teal self and screw things up.

Zim himself didn't really know the answer to this question other than the fact that he knew he wouldn't give GIR away. Not for anything. It was an emotion Irkens were unfamiliar with. Perhaps affection.

GIR was soon bored. None of his favorite shows where on and he'd already made a mountain of tasty waffles. He jumped into the garbage can and descended to the secret lab where he again attached himself to the power supply. "YEEEEEHAA!" he screamed in delight as he zoomed around the lab, knocking over some expensive looking gadgetry.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. GIR's eyes immediately narrowed to a malevolent blood red. Stop all intruders.

The order was quickly forgotten as GIR's eyes switched back to their usual blue and he zipped up his green dog disguise and skipped to the door. "Coooming!" he cheerfully called and opened the door. Three tall beings stood at of the door. Their skin was blue and they had long necks and fingers.

GIR stared at them for a second. "Wanna waffle?" he asked, holding out one of his many plates of waffles. A bright flash of white light surrounded the odd looking house and then the place where GIR had been standing was empty. The blue beings were gone too. The waffles lay strewn on the floor.

Oh dear! Poor GIR D=

And all those waffles. Now they're inedible. Anyway, onto chapter two!