-1A/N: Hey, hey! Welcome to my first ZADR fic. I hope it goes well, don't you? Eheheheh. Please review if you deem this fic good enough Also-- I made a new username on specifically for IZ fics. My other username is Sousui if you care to know.

No matter how hard I try to be angst, I cannot help but be light hearted. In return, I'm positive that this fic will humor you every once in a while. I'm sorry! I wanted it dark. Grrr. Also, plan on this being an adventurous fic as well!! -

Disclaimer: Invader Zim and its characters belong to Jhounen for good reason. Oh my gosh! Think of what would happen if FANGIRLS got a hold of IZ!! OO; The world would be DOOOOOOMED! …. … … Huh.. Okay yeah… Maybe fan girls SHOULD get a hold of IZ..

WARNING!: There IS character death in this fic (kind of…)! But there are some pretty interesting twists in here, so don't get your panties in a bunch because of it. This IS a ZADR fic, after all, and will remain a ZADR. You just have to trust me on this, sorry to say! Also, ZADR means, for those of you misguided souls who clicked this fic with out knowing the meaning of ZADR, means "Zim and Dib's Romance". If you don't like that, run. Run far, far away as fast as you can. Flames doth burneth me not, so it would be pointless complaining to me about that. This fic is rated M for hyuuuuuman drama and possibly hot alien smex later on.

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The Doom that Binds Us

1.) Mortality

Dib hadn't been going to school lately. He stayed at home, sick with a simple cold. Instead of passing within a few days like his father had told him it would, Dib had been sick in bed for the past three weeks, each day his illness got worse and worse. On top of that, nobody seemed to notice. Sure, Gaz knew he was sick, but she didn't quite acknowledge it was getting worse. Professor Membrane simply shrugged it off as he involved himself obsessively to the public and "real science."

Dib closed his eyes sullenly. All of this thinking was giving him a fever. That's when he heard a rapid knock on his door.

"Come in," Dib strained, head too cloudy to even think to say "What is it?" rudely.

The door opened revealing a girl with purple hair that resembled that of alligator jaws. "Phone call, Dib, from your stupid green friend. You better be fast, too, because Dad will be calling soon." The girl known as Gaz snapped furiously at her older brother, throwing the wireless phone at him.

Dib's reflexes were slow today, so the phone hit his rather large head. "Zim isn't my friend…" he muttered putting the phone to his ear.

"Pathetic hyuuuuman dirt baby! You will regret the day you ever mocked the all-mighty ZIM!" The phone buzzed in his irritated ear.

"Mocked? Wait- Zim! Where did you get this number?" Dib roughly asked the green teen.

"The Purple Book knows all." Zim retorted back. "But that is not important right now! What IS important is--"

"Wait, how are you even hearing me through this, Zim? You don't have the same human antinomy."

Zim hesitated a bit and replied once more. "That is not important right now, Dib-stink! What IS important is-"

"Wait, mock? I always mock you. Well, not recently, so, what are you talking about, Zim?"

"…ZIM was getting to that, Dib-stink. Ehem. What IS important is that your lack of knowledge and underestimating the great ZIM, in believing that your absent behavior would lead me into thinking you are simply setting a TRAP for ZIIIM. You are greatly stuuuupid, Worm-baby, for I know your trap of trying to make me think this was a trap so that I would be forced into NOT PLANNING TO TAKE OVER EARTH, but you see, I've unfolded your trap, and so now it is simple that I threaten the world once again!" Zim gave a menacing laughter, one that put Dib in no mood.

"Zim. I'm sick. Does your race even get sick? It happens." Dib said, letting the words roll off his tongue. Then he halted.

"Your trickery does not fool me, pathetic Earthenoid. Soon, my plan will be put into action, and this time, you cant do anything about it! I like tez taco's! GIR, shut up, will you? I'm talking to the enemy!"

Dib growled and hung up the phone. Why did he have to get sick when there was an evil alien (and a malfunctioning robot) trying to take over the world? He grumpily got up, tossing the phone on his bed, and, dressing up as fast as he could, he scattered to his bedroom door, making his way to Zim's house as fast as he could.

O-o Elsewheres o-O

"Dib is a complete pig-slimy moron! By me not falling into his sloppy made absence trap, he will soon fall into my great slavery trap!" Zim screamed in joy, gripping the air above his head.

"I like the big-headed boy, Master! He reminds me of pussy-cat." Gir chirped in enthusiastically.

Zim turned to grin at Gir. "Soon, Gir, very soon, we will take over earth using the stupid Dib-slave to get in the …puffy-eyeball-agency of extreme paranoia… to trick them into blowing themselves up! Oh, it will be grand, Gir, just wait and see. Soon, he will be after the whole race like a mutant, and telling me everything about the stink's floating dirt ball I will need to acquire!" A toothy, zipper-tooth grin stretched across as he sat on his couch, waiting for his guest.

"I'll make waffles for him!" Gir squeaked and ran into the kitchen.

A fist knocked on the Males Restroom door to Zim's house. Dib quivered against the door, fever rising strong. He coughed, sliding lower towards the floor, not realizing that the faithful gnome guardians had been turned off.

Zim strolled to the door, grinning deviously. He opened the door, but what he saw shocked, and slightly upset him. Yes, there was Dib, as according to plan, but he looked already wounded. He tilted his head up in the air for the human to see his snobby reaction, and stiffly laughed. "You look weaker than I expected you to be, Dib-hyuuman!"

Dib growled. "I don't want to fight you right now, Zim! Just call off whatever you have planned."

Zim grinned broadly, and leaving the door right open, took a step back. "Since when have I ever done what you said simply because you say so?"

Dib coughed hoarsely and took a step forwards. His dizziness was now grabbing a hold of him, and he stumbled in his steps. "I'll get you for this, Zim! Whatever you have planned! I'll get you!" He coughed.

As the big-headed boy took another step forward, and out reaching a very confident Zim, the step inside of the house seemed to be steeper than the rest. Without realizing it, Dib had stepped onto a false floor, dropping beneath is feet, sending him falling far below. Dib screamed in despair as he fell farther and farther below.

Zim simply grinned, and spun on his heal to the trashcan, where he pocketed himself to be transferred to his underground base. As soon as he was there, he heard a scream, then a cough, then some more screams. He was unsure of the coughs, because Irken never coughed, but the scream he was perfectly comfortable with, making him smile broader.

Dib, on the other hand, was caged in with robotic arms trying to grab a hold of his arms and legs. The arms swung here to there and then grabbed a hold of him finally, slinging him to the ground roughly. Another robotic arm came down from the ceiling, but this one had what appeared to be strange ray gun. No matter though;

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Dib got more and more dizzy. His head began to throb so horribly. His body was hot enough to light a stick on fire. The sweat being produced by his body, however, would be enough to drench out that fiery stick. He ached all over from head to toe, and he felt a million bricks being toppled on top of his body, whether they were there or not. His breathing was shallow. It was the only noise Dib could hear apart from the throbbing of his heart through his ears.

Dib began to notice that the whole room was completely dark. It was only him there laying on his back on some unknown hot ground. He was the only thing he could hear. He was the only thing he could see. He was the only thing that existed in his state of crises. He tried to move his hand up to wipe the sweat off of his face when he realized he had no strength to do so. In this black room, he began to see fire. Hot red fire ready to melt the skin off of his body.

"That must be why I'm so hot in here. It must be the fire." Dib mumbled absent mindedly to himself. It sure was hot here to him.

"Fire? There is no FIRE!" He heard a voice on top of him shout. He focused his eyes and saw Gaz, with her purple hair, and narrowed eyes. She was leaning over him glaring, then looked around the room. "Computer!" She yelled. "What is going on here?"

Dib looked towards where his sister was talking to and saw his dad standing within the fire. "My poor insane son." Prof. Membrane mutter.

"He's been gone from school for far too long! He's been missing test after test!" His math teacher, Mr. Paine was standing next to his Dad.

"I'll make it up!" Dib mumbled. "I promise!" He felt desperate, the sweat on his forehead gathering harder.

Gaz glared at him in a look of question. "Subject Dib looks to be suffering from a hallucination." A metallic voice came from one of Dib's classmates on the side.

"He's craaazy!" another classmate shouted. Other classmates began laughing at him in the dark, pointing and cheering at the insane boy. "There is no such thing as 'aliens'!"

Dib began to struggle, but being pinned down by Gaz didn't let him go far. "All of you can just shut up! Aliens do exist, and I'll prove it one day! I'll prove that Zim is an alien and you are all blind!" Dib started yelling, and screaming at the top of his lungs. "I am not crazy! I am not crazy! I am not insane! I do not have a big head! Aliens are real! I'm not lying!" His body temperature grew hotter and hotter.

"Dib-human!" Gaz cried out. "There is nobody here but you and me. Do you understand me?"

Wait. That is not Gaz. Dib pondered sullenly to himself. Who's voice is that? It's… It's Zim's! The vision of Gaz left his head and he saw the green skinned, red eyed alien boy above him, pinning him down.

"It's the alien… Zim." Dib hesitated, speaking although this was the first time he had ever seen him before.

"Zim…" "…Zim…" "…….zim……." Zim grew darker, fuzzier, until he disappeared into the blackness surrounding Dib's world. "Zim… goodnight." Dib was rather drowsy and his eyes rested in place and he drifted into a comfortable, hot sleeping world.

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Zim began to get worried when the human began talking to people who weren't there- looking at Zim although he was see-through. The part that he was ignored scared him the most.

But here he was, Dib, his arch-rival, horrific enemy, earth-monkey and greatest nemesis was pinned under Zim and was seeing things that weren't there. His breathing and sweat scared Zim, and his nerves were on end.

Dib's head slanted to the left and his breathing was growing fainter and fainter, running out on itself.

"Subject Dib is dying." The computer voiced.

Zim's soul sunk low, deep within his squeedly spooch. "Dying? The Dib-beast cannot simply die like this! I'm was going to kill him. Give my pathetic opponent the death he deserves. The Dib cannot simply die a normal Earthen way!" Zim began to freak out, fear tearing at every part of his body and spirit. His innards screamed for justice, his blood pumped hard within him and his mind searched the deepest parts of his knowledge for any source for help.

That's when it hit Zim, like an instinct willing him to take part in. He had the solution, and for Dib, he'd use it.

Without another thought, Zim began ripping at Dib's clothes. There was no time to think against it; no time to consider embarrassment. The only time that was made was the time made for the fleshy human running out of breath. "Computer!" Zim yelled in a new found energy of rage and devotion. "Help me take off Dib-stinks clothes now. I order you." The alien screeched.

The mechanical arms that had helped thrown down the ill teen began to take off his boots and socks and pants, while Zim worked on getting off Dib's coat, shirt, and glasses.

After he made sure that there was a complete naked Dib under him, he began to strip as well, throwing off his black gloves (this was very taboo in Irk. Any skin showing on an Irken was prohibited unless it was his or her head, or you were a Tallest), and then his boots, followed by his own socks, pants, and shirt.

"Hold on, Dib-stink! I'm almost there!" Zim shouted in the unconscious person's face.

You see, what Zim is about to do, all Irkens can do. The only difference was that Irkens could only do it to other Irkens, and not to any other species. What else, doing this to save another's life was unheard of. Once in Zim's sad, miserable little life, he was doing what no other Irken Invader have ever done before. This ability, intending on an Irken saving their own life and using this, Zim was doing this not to save his own life, but the life of another; the enemy no less. Of course, despite how noble and grand this all sounds, Zim never thought it through, and was instead doing it just on the first solution that came to mind.

Zim was going to save the human's life.

Zim moved over behind the resting head of Dib, and propped his back up. "Dib, I do not allow you to die on me!" Zim strained. If anyone was around to hear Zim, they could possibly feel fear being thropped off of his serpent-like-tongue, that shook much fear into the hearts of others. The Irken's PAK then unscrewed itself from his back and fell to the floor where Zim picked it up with most hesitation. He then aligned the point of it to Dib's spine, and narrowing his eyes, pressed a button on the bottom of the PAK, turning it on to drill itself into Dib's back.

Red blood sprayed onto the alien's face from the teen's back, and as much as Zim wanted to look away, he could not risk accidentally moving his steady claws from where they lay to let the drill move elsewhere. There was strange crunching noise, and for sure he heard the human breath his last breath. The PAK finished drilling and now lay perfectly on the human's back as it did with Zim's.

Zim rested his flat green chest on Dib's limp cold back. His head lay on the bump of the back of Dib's neck. Two pink spots on the PAK began to glow. Zim placed the tip of his claws on the spots, and the PAK beeped. This will fix everything, and ruin everything else.

O-o To be continued!!! o-O

A/N AH! Finally done! Okay, okay, I swear unto you this will get interesting soon! Oi! Well, I hope you enjoyed chapter 1 of the saga that is this fic! I know, it seems kind of weird right now.. That's because it is. Also, I didn't know where to end this chapter, so I hope this was fine. Ooh! Wait till you read Chapter 2!!! Well please review.

Dib: I do NOT have a big head!!

Me: Suuuure, you don't. Suuuuure.

Gir: YOU BOTH BE NAAAAKEEEEED!!!

Dib and Zim: WE KNOW!