DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! 'CEPT my brain

Zim was panting, struggling to run back to his base as fast as he could. It was raining-hard. It was freezing, each drop of rain felt like cold, burning daggers across his skin. He could barely see past a foot in front of him, and he had nearly got hit by four cars already. Curse this filthy Earth weather, Zim cursed. Running, he didn't notice the large puddle creeping closer. Approaching it, Zim's foot splashed into it, burning his green, Irken skin even further, causing smoke to emulate from his body. He winced back the pain, tightening his grip on the thing he was holding. He felt the body in his arms shiver furiously. Hold on worm-baby, Zim thought, Hold on.

He almost ran past his base, but Gir's high pitched screams are hard to miss, even if you're blind. Zim burst through the front door of his base, causing Gir to scramble around, trying to hide his mess away from his master. Zim ignored the mess, for there was only one thing on his mind. Zim opened the elevator door, stepping inside in order to reach the medical bay. Pressing a button with a large, Irken symbol on it, he and his guest were quickly transported to the medical bay.

"Computer," Zim demanded, "run a diagnostic scan on the human, and do what you must to treat her." With a yes, the computer began to run a scan. Zim shivered, he was soaked from the cold rain. That accursed rain, Zim thought, she probably has hypothermia. Zim's suspicions were proven correct as the scan showed signs of Stage One of hypothermia. Zim sighed in relief; she was going to be fine. "Computer, treat her till I get back." Zim said. The only response he got was a 'whatever' from the computer as he went into the elevator and back up to change his wet and burn-smelling clothes.

Zim had changed from his human-disguise to his comfortable alien form. He carried his human guest into Zim's bedroom, not that he ever used it, Irken's don't need sleep. The room was draped with crimson, even the bed, from its silky, soft sheets, to the comfy, fluffy pillows; everything was a bright bloody crimson. He tried placing the human on the bed gently, trying to not disturb her unconscious sleep. In doing so, a slight moan escaped from her flesh colored lips, causing Zim to stop midway. When all was silent again, he continued, laying her gently on the bed, covering her body with the warm, crimson blankets.

He stared at her for a while, watching her sleep. He knew who she was, but what was her name again. It escaped him. It was something unique, a name that no one else had.

"Gaz…" he silently trailed out. The Dib-human's sibling, Zim observed. He recalled how earlier that day, Dib had accused Zim of somehow, being involved with his sister going missing. Of course, being the MIGHTY ZIM, Zim ignored Dib, throwing a water bottle at his large head.

"I know you have done something to her, Zim! And when I find her, you are SO dead!" Dib had spat.

Zim's mind began to trail off into how he found her, Gaz. He was walking home from the questionable part of town that no one ever goes; trying to search for Gir's flying chip that Gir threw across town in an attempt to play hide-and-seek with it. He was silently walking under an umbrella in the thick rain when he saw her. Just lying on a bench; cold rain, completely soaking her from head to toe; she was shivering furiously. It was no wonder that Dib could not find her. Zim knew what would happen if he just left her there. Without thinking, he threw down his umbrella, disregarding the fact that he had not bathed in paste that week, picked her up, and began to run.

He stared at her now. Her features had changed since they had first met her six years ago. Instead of being the small, ten-year-old she was, she had become a thin, semi-tall, curvaceous young woman of seventeen. Her hair had only changed slightly; it grew almost past her shoulders; still coming to a point at the end, but was still the vibrant violet it had always been. Her hair, it intrigued him so. He stared at it, entranced by the vibrant color; it looked so utterly soft, each strand falling perfectly on her face, like a work of art. He was so focused about how soft her hair looked. He was tempted to-no he desperately wanted to touch her hair; to feel those soft strands against his three Irken fingers. Unknowingly, he felt himself slip off the glove of his right hand, and reached his hand out towards her, suddenly stopping himself.

What the hell do you think you're doing?! His inner self roared.

What does it look like I'm doing? He argued.

It looks though as if you are about to make a mistake! His inner self scolded him. You are an INVADER damn it! Start acting like one! You should have just left her ass out there! Zim began to pull his hand back slowly.

She could have died, Zim spoke softly to his inner self.

Who gives a damn? Not you! It's one less pathetic human to deal with then, right?

SHUT THE FUCK UP! Zim was getting irritated by that annoying voice in his head. Ignoring his inner self's warning, he reached up again, too entranced to listen anymore; letting fingers run through her hair slowly, sighing as he did so. It was soft, like a cloud, if clouds had a feel. If they did, Zim assumed that they would feel like this. The softness was almost, comforting to him. A warm feeling began to swell inside of him. The feeling was, nice. Zim took in Gaz's appearance in detail. Her porcelain face, her pale skin, her striking, vibrant, violet hair covering her eyes. Her eyes. He began to think that he's never really seen what her eyes look like before. What do her eyes look like? he questioned. It wasn't just her appearance that captivated him however, it was her entire personality. How she stroked fear into the hearts of others at a glance, the way she could doom anyone without a second thought to spare. This dark prowess made her stand out from all the other humans on this filthy rock. The other female-units were all but mangy tramps who only cared about how many guys they could lay in a day. She was different. It was for that reason why he found himself, again, reaching up to stroke her hair. Although this time, she moaned, opening her eyes slowly, revealing two radiant, amber colored eyes, which seemed to glow while she stared at him. Zim's sqiddley-spooch fluttered at the sight of those incredible, piercing eyes. He couldn't move, he knew he wanted to step back, he knew he wanted to pretend that he never touched her; letting them both go on with their lives, but he was paralyzed. He didn't move; he couldn't. Gaz only stared at him, her hair still laced between his fingers.

"Zim?" she said, barely above a whisper. A shiver ran down Zim's back. Her voice was powerful, almost alluring. It was in that moment that he tried to step back, only to have his collar be pulled down, forcing him to look in her eyes, those enchanting, deadly eyes.

"Where am I Zim?" she seethed the words out. The power that he was used to hearing in her voice was gone and replaced with weakness from sitting out in the rain.

"In my quarters," Zim began, "you were out in the rain." Duh! Zim told himself; of course she knows she was out in the rain! Gaz slowly loosened her grip on Zim's collar and let him go. Zim staggered backwards, fixing himself up after that close encounter with the Gaz-human. Gaz sat up and hugged her knees; she then closed her eyes and gave out a long sigh. The room was silent for a while, Zim wanted to say something, but he also valued his life; he didn't want to say anything that would offend her. He looked around hoping that the maddening silence would end soon.

"Why did you bring me here?" Gaz asked softly. Zim was surprised by the sudden question, but it didn't take long for him to reply, the answer was simple.

"You were out there; alone, in the rain-," but he was cut off.

"I mean why didn't you just leave me there?!" Gaz shrieked, raising her head up from her knees to eye Zim hatefully. Zim was stunned; this worm-baby had the audacity to glare such a hateful glare at the mighty Zim after saving her very life!? No 'thank you' or words of appreciation. How dare she!

"Have you the brain worms human!? You could have died out there!" Zim shouted ponting a gloved finger at her. Gaz swiped the hand away, her hatred growing until the only emotion readable seemed to be pure, utter hatred. But there was something else. Small tears began to form in the corners of her eyes, and Zim noticed. The tears seemed to cause a tinge of pain within his stomach. Before he could act, she shut her eyes allowing the tears to flow down, and then glared at Zim and began to scream.

"I WISH YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT ME THERE TO DIE!" The words were like icy daggers into Zim's squiddly-spooch. Her emotions began to flow, and more tears began to form with them. Zim couldn't believe those words had exited the human's mouth. Leave her? Out there, to die? Why would anyone want that? He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. He looked deep into those wonderful, amber eyes; filled with anger, sadness, and most of all confusion. He was outraged by her statement; it was insane, completely lucid. He wanted to shake her, ask her what kind of parasite had entered her brain to cause stupidity to envelop it. But he couldn't. Instead, he wiped her tears away with his fingers, causing a stinging pain on his fingers, which he ignored.

"Why, in this enormous universe, would you want that?" Zim said softly. His features becoming forlorn, he awaited her answer patiently as she began to regain some composure to speak. Tears were still forming in her eyes. Why does he care? She asked herself, it's not like it concerns him anyway, I don't need anyone. But looking into his eyes she knew different. Those ruby pools began to mesmerize her. She couldn't help but want to tell him. Tell him everything; how her mother had died when she was two, how her father completely ignored his own children after the loss, not caring about where they are or what they do. Not even knowing their names. How Dib run's off every day, leaving her to fend for herself, or how no one in this big empty world cared about what would happen to her, even if she did die. She told him everything.

Gaz breathed heavily, she had just told him everything. She blushed; she never opened herself up like this before, to anyone, especially not Zim. She was frightened, showing any emotion was a sign of weakness. Yet it felt… nice. After all these years of bottling up her emotions, it was a relief to get them out. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked down at the floor, trying to hide her blush.

"No one would care if I died anyway…" she solemnly repeated. This statement, what she believed to be the truth from repeating it over the years, caused tears to form again. No one would care she kept repeating over, and over again in her mind. No one.

"You're wrong." She heard a voice say. A voice filled with care and concern, she knew who it was: Zim. He lifted her chin up so that she could see his eyes. Those sad, alien eyes captivated her. They pulled her in, she felt as if she wanted to stare into those eyes forever. Those magical eyes could just take her away from this abysmal reality. To take away all the pain in her heart. She shook herself back into reality, curious about his words.

"What?"

"I said: you're wrong." Zim began to lean down, inching closer and closer to her face. His eyes began to slowly shut as his lips met hers, bringing his arms around her waist. Gaz couldn't believe what was happening, her heart felt as it was going to soar out of her chest. The world seemed to vanish out of thin air; leaving only them to bask in this enchanting moment. Gaz was shaking, she was terrified, emotions are a sign of weakness she heard her conscious say, never let them show. Zim tightened his grip on her, giving Gaz the support to stop shaking. Never let me go, she thought as she relaxed and felt her eyelids grow heavy as she leaned deeper into the kiss, allowing it to grow into a fiery and passionate one. Maybe just this once, she thought, I'll let my emotions get the better of me.

A/N : This was my first fic O.o hope you enjoyed it! You can totes flame, but it's not like I give a damn about your flame B) *like a boss*