A/N: I've decided to give this abit of tweeking... The plot hasn't changed, just some wording and all that mumbo jumbo. Any way, enjoy.
The following characters of Invader Zim belong to its rightful creators; Jhonen Vasquez.
It all begins in Zim's home which he can only ever call besides his base. Gir, the small, but slow and dim-witted robot, was sat on a pink sofa in the living room watching the television when Zim entered the room.
"Gir!" The Irken snapped fiercely, "Do you mind telling me why this disgusting, stinky slice of pizza was in my lab?" He raised the triangular slice of dough covered in the typical mozzarella cheese with the topping of tomato and pepperoni.
"I was hungry!" Gir answered in his usual shrilling voice.
"I may as well put this into detail: NO EATING IN MY LAB!" Zim shrieked at Gir. The said robot broke down. He began to run around the room, screaming which echoed the walls of the living ran up along the walls and ceilings.
Zim pinched the skin between his eyes in frustration as Gir continued to scream. "Enough!" Gir then fell down from the ceiling and jumped onto Zim, wrapping his arms around Zim's leg. "Get off of me! I command you to let go!" Zim demanded. He kicked his leg around. But Gir had a firm grip around it.
"Gir! Get off!" Zim shouted once more, shaking his leg about. Suddenly Gir flew against the wall. "Finally, now..." Zim stopped as he felt something cold underneath. He then looked at Gir who now had held of Zim's boot. Zim's right two-toed foot was bare.
"Gir! Give me back my boot!" Gir just threw it in the air and ran around laughing. Catching the boot and throwing it about. Zim pushed Gir aside and slipped the boot back on. "Honestly, Gir. What was that about?"
"I love you!" Gir cooed.
"Yes, yes, yes." Zim said as he waved a hand dismissively. "I know. But I must get back to the lab. Just make sure that Dib doesn't get in."
"Yes, sir!" Gir said saluting Zim.
So with that, Zim went back down in to his lab. "I must be careful with the mixture. One false move and the whole place could go up."
So far during Zim's experiment, which went well. Dib was outside walking along the cul-de-sac.
"I'll get that Zim! I will not fail the Swollen EyeBalls!" He yelled. "I'm talking to myself, again..."
Back in Zim's lab, who was carefully pouring a mixture, then without warning... "INTRUDER ALERT!" The Computer blared. This made Zim jump, making him spill the mixture all over.
"No!" Just then the mixtures reaction blew the whole lab sky high. The shock waves swam upwards, blowing all the walls and ceilings in to bits and pieces.
Dib shielded his eyes as he saw the destruction of Zim's house. "Oh, man!" Dib yelled as he witnessed the house go up in flames and smoke. Bricks, timber and wires were scattered all over. Deep in the rubble, was Zim, who laid unconscious. Dib walked in to the destruction.
'I wonder if he was in there.' Dib thought to himself as he scanned the area. "Zim? Are you there?" But Zim was no where to be found. However, to where he was, he slowly opened his eyes and groaned in agony.
"Uhh... Gir? Gir!" Zim yelled weakly. "Anyone, please help!"
Dib heard Zim's cries of help. "Zim, where are you? Zim!" but Zim was losing consciousness once more.
'Why d – did that... that Dib-stink have to... be here?' "Help!" Zim shouted once more as his vision faded once again in to darkness.
Just then Dib spotted two black booted feet sticking out from underneath a torn, ashen sofa. "Zim!" Dib ran up to the sofa and pushed with all his might. At last, he finally freed Zim's legs of the sofas weight. "Zim, can you hear me? Zim!" Dib shook Zim gently at his shoulders. Sadly, he received no response at all from the Irken.
Dib didn't know what made him do so, but he scooped up the unconscious Irken and left the scene of the destruction.
Dib carried Zim to his home and took him upstairs to his room and laid Zim on his bed. He checked Zim for any serious injuries. But thankfully Zim had only escaped bruises and a cut on his forehead which Dib aided by applying a plaster over it.
He couldn't tell if Zim had any broken bones. He knew he would have to wait until Zim came round. But as he stared down with a watchful gaze at the Irken, he began to wonder why he had done a kind gesture; rescuing his enemy. 'Why am I even aiding an Alien? He wouldn't have done the same for me. Would he?' Just then, Zim slowly regained consciousness.
"Ngh..." Zim groaned as his eyes slowly fluttered open. His vision was a blur which he managed to clear up by numerous blinks. "D - Dib? Where... am I?"
"You're in my bedroom. I saw your house blow up. You were calling out for help and there I found you out cold under a sofa." Dib answered. He then eyed the Irken with more concern. "Look, can you move any thing?" He then asked. "I only found a few bruises and a cut on your forehead."
So Zim tried to move every limb, which he did succeed in. But then he winced as he moved his left arm. "Ow! My arm!" He screamed. Dib took a gentle hold of Zim's left arm and removed his black glove. Zim's left arm was in a awkward angle.
"I think it's broken. Wait here." Dib left Zim alone in his room.
'Damn that Computer startling me!' Zim thought to himself just as Dib instantly returned with a roll of bandage.
"This might hurt abit." Dib warned the alien as he slowly unrolled a small length of the bandage. "So, you know, just bare with me."
"Just do what must be done, Dib. Please." Dib furrowed his brow when Zim said 'please' It didn't seem like him at all. Avoiding the change of tone the alien had, Dib went back to focusing on wrapping the bandage around Zim's arm. He did this as gently as he could. Luckily, Zim managed to grin and bare it.
"There. It may take awhile to heal." Dib said as he tied a knot on the roll. "Who knows, seeing as you're an alien."
"You... insolent fool boy!" Zim spat rather lightly. "Will you ever stop accussing me for something I'm not!"
"Zim, it's clear and simple." Dib groaned softly as he even set the flat of his palm upon his face. "I sometimes hear you admit it when you're by yourself"
"You're lying!" Zim shrilled, but then he groaned. He was still awfully sore with bruises over his body.
"Look, relax, all right? Don't get so eat up. It won't help you heal quicker." said Dib.
"Well, don't get me so eat up, then." Zim hissed.
"Look, if I wasn't on the street then I wouldn't have brought you here and aid you. Why don't you thank me just this once?" Dib asked with a build of annoyance towards the alien.
Zim furrowed his brow in thought. He knew he needed help to recover from the ordeal. It couldn't hurt to thank the boy, right? "Ok..." Zim sighed. "But only for this time, and just one question, Dib; Why did you help? It doesn't seem at all like you." Zim questioned the boy before him.
"I don't know," Dib answered. "I really don't know what made me decide to help you. To be honest, you wouldn't have done the same for me, would you?" He questioned the alien.
"I would... if no one else would." Zim answered as he gave a quick shrug at the shoulders. "Even if I do hate you."
Dib was flabbergast to the alien's answer. "Are you been serious?" He asked.
"Yes, Dib. As serious as... well, forget it. Just... thank you for rescuing me."
Dib could not help but smile, but weakly. "How do you feel, now?"
"Still sore," Zim replied, "but my home! It'll take ages to rebuild! And Gir... Wait. Did you see Gir any where?" He asked Dib with worry.
"Your robot?" Dib quizzed Zim, who nodded in response. "No, I didn't, I'm afraid."
"Oh, no!" Zim exclaimed only to wince in pain.
"Hey! Relax!" Dib snapped rather fiercely at the invalid alien. "Look, just get the rest you need. I'll go look for your robot soon, ok?"
"Very well, Dib." Zim sighed and from there on, he laid back down and rested his head against the pillow. Dib sat at the foot of the bed and continued to watch the Irken rest.