A/N: Hello! First IZ fic, so be nice. :3 Uh…read below!

Summery: When a large problem is proposed to Dib, he has no other choice but to rely on Zim for help. Even though reluctantly the two team up, everything goes wrong and the twosome must take flight and go back to Irk. Zim doesn't mind, but Dib is being thrust into a whole different world. How the heck was he going to survive this adventure?

Pairing: ZimxDib

Pairings(to decide): ZimxGir, DibxGir, DibxGaz, ZimxGaz

Disclaimer: Don't own it don't care. xD

Warning: Male relationships, incest, and some swearing and sexual themes.

Rating: T (R in later chapters)

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Dib gave a sigh, stretching his form as he gazed up at his ceiling with blurry vision; sticky stars met his sight, glowing slightly in the dark of his room. Gold eyes blinked in a slow fashion, the drunkenness of sleep still coursing through him as his brain began trying to shake it off.

A sudden beep alerted him, and his eyes shot open before a hand flung out, blindly searching for his glasses on the bedside table. Fumbling with the lenses and shoving them onto his face roughly, he hastily swung his feet over the bed and moved over to the computer sitting among a mess of papers, books, and tabloids of different sorts. Sweeping a paper that had "BIG FOOT" printed across the top in large letters off the key board; he shook the mouse slightly to wake up the monitor, as he gave a shaky yawn. The monitor came on, a soft crackling noise present as it warmed up before it revealed the background of the young paranormalist's.

It was a picture of Zim, about to enter his lab. He had found those pictures so long ago that Dib thought to be lost. He was thankful that the pork rinds that had spilled all over his room smelled bad enough to make him clean it, thus finding that disk in the process. It was currently hidden away, because in all honesty he had nobody to show.

They cancelled "Mysterious Mysteries" for some unknown reason to Dib.

His father, as usual, could care less about pictures.

Gaz…well Gaz really didn't take her eyes off the screen of her newest Game Slave to really bother with anything, least of all Dib.

And of course, he was made fun of even worse at school that week after he had brought in the pictures, Zim contributing to the disaster of the pictures.

Even the Swollen Eyeball Network had refused to see the pictures, after all the other screw ups on Dib's part. They surprised themselves by keeping him a member.

Speaking of which…

Turning on his web cam, he straitened himself out and fixing his hair—there was no hope for the slick of hair sticking out of his head which was now almost as long as his father's—Dib did his best to look alert and awake.

There was a beep, and then a screen popped up asking for identification. Long ago had he changed his name to agent "Terrestrial Wings", but only after much pleading and promises of better material to show them. Reluctantly they agreed, and his new login name was official. His password was easy; "Invader Zim" without the spaces and capitals of course. He thought himself slightly clever to come up with such a title for the invading Irken. He wasn't a very good one so far, but…a monkey was still a monkey no matter how smart right?

Logging in, another screen popped up with a dark figure within the screen. Dib nodded.

"'Morning, Agent." Dib greeted, straitening himself out to watch the other carefully. The man nodded, skipping the greetings.

"Yes, yes. Straight to business however." Clearing his throat, he began again, "From several of our sources we've received some rather devastating news. They have said that there will be a nuclear war, on a world-wide scale." Dib gaped at the screen but the man continued. "They've provided us with pictures and live footage of our country plus several more preparing their bombs. The reason for the war is unknown, but our country apparently had reason to start it, causing more to fall behind. Nobody knows who the U.S. is aiming at. The bombs will cause much damage even if they're aiming not to hurt other countries around them, so the organization is aiming to stop it. All other agents have been told about this news, and you are the last to find out."

Dib opened his mouth, closed it, opened it once more then swallowed before saying, "And.." his voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat again before continuing, "And when is this supposed to begin?"

"In about a month. It's a very small time span to do anything about it, but we'll all try our best. Hopefully the public won't have to know about the threat, unless we're sure we won't be able to keep it from happening." The agent gave a sigh, reaching a gloved hand to rub at his forehead. An odd moment for Dib; he rarely ever saw these people show any emotion at all. "It's been a rather stressful night…"

Dib nodded in agreement. It must have been one heck of a night. "So what can I do about it?" he asked, gold eyes peering at the screen as he waited for an answer.

"If you think you can get help, tell those you can trust. But only one at the most two people. No more. Otherwise word could get out and cause a lot of panic. Really I'm not sure what you can do, not really sure what we can do to stop it. We've got to try though." He replied honestly. The 16-year-old nodded, and the agent straitened again. "Well then. Signing off."

Dib gave a respectful nod of his head, before logging out. The window disappeared to reveal his desktop once again, as he turned off his own web cam. A nuclear war? What the heck…

Giving a soft groan of irritation and worry, he pushed away from his desk as he moved off the chair to go and ready himself for school. A nice hot shower would be pretty good right now. Opening his door, he grabbed some extra clothing and quickly disappeared into the bathroom. Pulling back the curtain, the cooled metal of the knob met his fingers as he twisted it to start spewing the desired temperature water. The water sputtered a little bit as it started coming out of the head, but a steady flow was soon present as the water heated up quickly.

Dib wasted no time, stripping down to jump into the shower, sighing at the warm water as he began waking up; he couldn't afford to let the warm water run for too long. His dad was always using up all the hot water for something, and Gaz would surely have his head if there wasn't enough water left for her. Weather it was Membrane's fault or Dib's, she would take it out on him.

The teen lathered up quickly, rinsing his body then the soap out of his hair. The shower didn't last long, they never did. Turning off the water, he grabbed another towel to dry his hair, before combing it out with his fingers so he could see. Wiping at the fogged mirror, he stared at his reflection.

Being 16 wasn't too bad. He had shot up around 12 years old, going from 4'6 to almost 6'7 now, the weight in his body distributing itself evenly, so now there was only a small layer of fat over his body. Muscles had begun to form in his arms and along his chest and in his legs; running all over the city chasing or being chased for four years could muscle anyone up, but most of the time they were hidden under the dark blue shirt with the light blue face that looked neither happy, sad, or indifferent. The mouth was replaced by a large "x" where the straight line had been in his earlier years. Black, baggy jeans pooled over the thick black boots he wore, and of course a rather large trench coat to replace the old. He still wore his glasses, he was blind otherwise, and even though he had that rather long piece of hair sticking out over his head, his hair had grown long and if not combed and tied back, would be loose all over the place which usually didn't do him any good.

Gaz had told him once that a lot of girls she talked with wouldn't mind dating him. If he wasn't so weird of course. He was handsome enough, it was always the paranormal interest that got them to think again then turn away. But Dib didn't mind. Most of the time he wouldn't have any free moments to spend with a girlfriend so it all worked out in his favor.

Giving another sigh, he dried himself off, pulling on his usual outfit for the day before brushing his hair—save for the longest piece—and pulling it into a pony tail at the base of his neck he moved out of the bathroom. Just in time too, as Gaz came moving out of her room, hair messed up and makeup running, looking like something that just crawled out of the ground.

Dib blinked at his younger sister, before edging past and bolting down stairs, the threat of, "There better be hot water!!" following him into the kitchen. Having a bad feeling of what was to come, he grabbed some toast, stuffing it into his mouth.

Grabbing his trench coat and throwing it on along with his backpack, he was lucky enough to step just outside the house when an ear-piercing scream met him, sending him sprinting down the street in fear of Gaz's wrath.

Dib had a feeling things were going to get so much more interesting.