Disclaimer: Truthfully, I never would have thought up Invader Zim. So…no, I do not own.

Summary: Zim has finally thought of the perfect way to stop Dib from interfering. Cliché idea, but mine has a twist. Dib isn't going to stop trying, even as he tries to find a way to reverse what Zim did to him.

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Chapter 1

Zim sat on the couch, tapping a claw idly on the arm as he thought over his latest plan's failure. What had gone wrong? Setup…executed with his usual genius. Secrecy…the humans never noticed, as if they ever would. Materials…everything was in place and ready to go.

But the one thing he had overlooked…

Dib.

Dib had ruined everything! Again! 'Something has to be done.' Zim mused. "But what?" he muttered out loud, stopping his tapping to run a hand over his antennae in frustration. He has tried killing the annoying human-filth. Hypnotize? Tried it. Mind wipe, failed. Go back in time and kill him, miserable results. Transform him? Did it and it backfired. Stupid bologna.

Zim sighed. That plan had been brilliant too. It had been executed without fail, worked perfectly, and seemed that it would be a victory for Zim! But then Dib had thought up of revenge, and turned the tables back to an even score by using the same trick on Zim! Underhanded, filthy, conniving human!

He was the only human to see through his disguise, the only one to try and stop him. He was given abuse and ridicule by his fellow human-filth, and yet he still persisted to save a world that hated him. He showed an immensely stubborn will, and a loyalty that was beyond the norm from what Zim could see. He could pass for an Irken if he tried, Zim admitted with grudging respect.

Zim's claw stopped its tap in mid-tap, and his antennae stood up in sudden shock.

Hmm…if he used the same method he had done for the bologna, only with slightly different DNA…say…Irken DNA…

A wicked smile slowly began spreading across Zim's face. He emitted a low chuckle. Oh, this was the grandest idea yet! If it worked, Dib would be out of his hair…er…antennae! He would be unable to expose Zim, because doing so would expose himself as an alien! He couldn't go to that stupid Eye group with proof, or his father, because he would be giving himself over to them as another alien specimen to be experimented on!

Oh, ho ho! This was rich! The perfect plan to be rid of his annoying enemy, or at least seriously hinder his ability to affect Zim's wonderful plans of world dominance!

And, in a way, he was doing his worthy enemy a favor. He was going to remove him from that filthy human body, into the far superior body of an Irken! Sure, Dib will act all horrified and angered, would demand a cure or some stupid thing. Not that Zim would do so, oh no. He had to admit that Dib was superior to his filthy human fellows, though he was still inferior to the grand Zim! And as such, maybe he should do something nice for the human that would anger and horrify him, and would benefit Zim tremendously.

Yes, yes, it is the perfect plan! Another marvelous plan for Zim! And this time, Dib was not going to ruin it. And he will be unable to reverse it and go back to his annoying self. With a mad cackle that had Gir peeking out from the kitchen where he was cooking up some more of that nasty human food, Zim leaped up and charged to his lab.

It was time to start!

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Dib woke up Monday morning as he usually did, got dressed, and ran downstairs to try and claim a bowl of cereal before Gaz took it and made him go without breakfast again.

Eating quickly and dashing upstairs to get his pack, he was about ready to go when Gaz shouted for him to hurry up and get down there or she was going to give him a wrathful doom that he would not survive from.

Not wanting to anger his volatile sister any further, he ran down and hurried after her as she left.

School, however, was not something worth rushing too, in Dib's opinion as he sat in class and listened to Mrs. Bitters drone on, and on, and on. He glanced sharply to the side when he felt eyes burning into him.

Zim.

The infuriating alien gave a slow, wicked grin that put Dib on edge, but he hid it well and narrowed his eyes right back, giving one of his best glares.

Zim merely widened his grin, before turning his eyes to the front of the room.

Dib knew, without a doubt: He was up to something.

And he was going to find out what.

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End first chapter.

There will be more, even if nobody likes the story. : D it has been stuck in my head for a while, and I want to get it out. This is not a romance, yaoi, slash, or whatever you want to call it. I do not know how often I can update, as I'm in college and finals are coming up. But I will try. I'm on a block with my other stories, so if you read those, I'm sorry, but they are currently on hold.

You could say this is a horribly cliché plot line. Maybe it is. But I like the idea of a Irken Dib, I think it's a blast. And mine is different than the others, as far as I know when Dib is a Irken, he winds up joining Zim on his quest to rule the world. No, mine is different. Dib is going to continue to fight Zim, even as he tries to cure himself, and avoid detection that he is an alien as well. And that includes from his family, since his father probably would lock him up as well. So…there. My storyline, all laid out nice and pretty for you readers. The end is a secret that the plot muses have not decided to tell me yet.

Hope you stay for the next chapter after my rant.

Sirithiliel